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Wanda Maximoff/Reader - The One Where You Punch Tony Stark - Part IV

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Read on AO3 (Complete Work)

Thanks to @gingerbreadcookieforlife for letting me know i did not upload the entire work here.

Summary: When the rumors that you punched Tony Stark in the face spread around your school, some interesting events unfolded. Or enemies to Lovers in high School.

Warnings: 18+; Enemies to Lovers; Angry Sex; Underage Sex; High School AU; Violence; Fights; Inappropriate language; Fluff and Smut; minor mentions of Reader x Carol and Reader x Jessica Jones.

Notes: This work was already finished on AO3, but i forgot to continue this on Tumblr. I hope everyone who thought that was a one shot, enjoy the rest of it.

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Sometimes is just an epilogue

Dating Wanda Maximoff is not easy at first.

After your date on Saturday, you wake up late on Sunday, especially since you got home in the morning. Not even your mother's scolding that you broke your grounding can keep the silly smile off your lips.

You miss Wanda all the time, but you text each other for many hours.

And then the exam week begins, and you drag yourself through the halls, feeling very anxious.

Wanda smiles at you in the hallways, and Nat gives you a suggestive look, but you are almost late for your history test, so you don't have time to tell her.

Your calendar is a mess, and when you finally leave for break, Wanda texts you to meet her in the ladies' room.

Then you find yourself locked in a cabin, kissing Wanda Maximoff as if your life depended on it.

Things were heating up fast, you noticed. Your tongues bickered together as your hand was on Wanda's left breast, and she thrust her hips against you. And then the bell rang, and you grunted at having to let her go. Wanda laughed as she wiped her own lipstick from your face, and you helped wipe hers. She looked at you with a mixture of adoration and desire, and you resisted the urge to kiss her again.

It was hard to concentrate on anything for the rest of the day.

When the last period was finally over, you couldn't meet Wanda, because she had cheerleading practice and you had softball. You wished you could steal her away for yourself, but you couldn't.

This completely disconnected and rushed routine continued until the week was over. The universe seemed to be conspiring so that you didn't have enough time together, and the stolen kisses between classes and during breaks was leaving you frustrated and heated all day.

When you finished your last test of the evening, you went to the outside yard. Your cell phone vibrated when your mother texted you that she would accept the weekend shift, and you sighed knowing that you would have to cook. You thought about waiting for Wanda to come out of cheer practice, and almost choked when she sent you a picture wearing only her uniform skirt.

And then she asked you to meet her outside in the bleachers after the practice was over. You waited for her, a shy smile on your lips as you leaned against the same wall where you first had sex.

You waved ironically to the cheerleading squad girls who saw you standing outside as they left, but they said nothing. Wanda was the last to leave, and she jumped on you excitedly, kissing you on the mouth as you wrapped your arms around her waist.

- Hi. - You said between kisses.

- Hi. - She replied, smiling.

And then the kiss intensified, Wanda let her hands rest on your shoulders, and you squeezed her waist as your tongues met. She sighed, squeezing your jacket as you parted.

- Take me home. - She whispered breathlessly, and you nodded in agreement.

Wanda continues kissing your neck as you stumble through the front door. You struggle against the lock, your hands trembling as you feel Wanda's hand enter your blouse.

But you finally enter your home, and throwing your backpacks into the living room, you push Wanda against the door as you close it.

You let your hands go down to her ass, and squeeze as you lift her off the floor, and Wanda curls her legs against your waist, both of you moaning into each other's mouths.

Your tongues fight together intensely, and when Wanda separates your mouths for breath, you move your kisses down her neck.

She sighs and you bite her on a sensitive spot on her collarbone, eliciting a loud moan. She begins to run her hands up your waist, pulling up your blouse. You stop kissing her to remove it completely, throwing it to the floor of the room. You return your mouth to hers in the next second, feeling her thrust her hips against you. You change the rhythm of the kiss, letting your tongue slowly touch hers, while your hands reach inside her blouse. You let out a groan when you realize she is not wearing a bra, and squeeze her breasts immediately. Wanda lets out a hearty grunt against your mouth, and you grin mischievously.

You part your mouths to remove Wanda's blouse, and you are breathless at the sight of her bountiful breasts exposed.

Replacing your hand with your mouth, you bite the hard nipple of her right breast, and Wanda moans deeply as she throws her head back against the wall. You try to divide your attention with her two breasts, varying and biting. Wanda begins to move frantically against you in search of more friction, and you smile as you feel her try to open your pants with trembling hands.

As you move up your mouth, leaving wet kisses all over her neck, Wanda unbuckles your belt and unzips your pants, pushing them down. But she loses concentration when you bring your hand to her neck and squeeze lightly, bringing your mouths together again. You smile against the kiss, reaching down to pull up her skirt. But Wanda has her legs trapped firmly against your waist, and the contact is making you wet and throbbing. You grab her ass as you carry her toward your bedroom, not stopping kissing her.

You fall onto the bed, and having her underneath you makes your core tighten. You finally remove Wanda's skirt, running your lips down her neck as you do so. You feel her swing her legs around to remove the item completely. Your pants are loose against your waist, so you step back to take them off completely, returning to the bed afterwards.

You lie back against Wanda, kissing her intensely, but gently. She sighs against your lips.

Letting your hand move down her body, you reach for the cox of her panties, and gently pull the material down. Wanda trembles slightly, but you continue kissing her to calm her down. You pull away only to help her remove the item completely, and then you have her naked against you. Wanda gently beckons you to remove your bra, and you quickly take it off, wanting to feel the skin of her body against you.

When you lie back down, you both moan with your naked bodies against each other. Wanda makes you intoxicated. You bring your hands up to her neck, kissing her passionately. Then she starts to move under you, and you press your body down. Wanda moans with intensity, separating your mouths.

- Babe, please. - She begs breathlessly. - I need you.

You bring your faces together, catching her lower lip between yours, and then letting go. Wanda sighs.

- Tell me what you want, darling. - You whisper against her mouth. - You want my mouth?

Wanda nods between sighs, and you bring your mouths together again. And then you move your hand down to her breast, and squeeze, stopping kissing her.

- Where do you want my mouth? - you ask, and lower your kisses. - Here? - you ask as you kiss her breast. Wanda squirms, throwing her head back. You smile as you suck on her nipple, and then let go, moving your kisses down her belly. - Or here? - You continue down her thighs, the trail of wet kisses making Wanda clench her fists and sigh breathlessly. When you kiss her inner thighs, she whimpers. You have decided to put her out of her misery.

Wanda lets out a loud, deep moan as your tongue touches her swollen clitoris. She tastes so good, your eyes roll in their orbits as you taste her. You keep your hands on her thighs, holding her open for you, as you thrust your tongue deep inside her. Wanda moans out of breath, her hips thrusting upward in search of friction, but you maintain a steady rhythm as you lick her shallowly.

- Please. - She pleads with a whimper. You smile against her wet pussy, and then slide your tongue inside her. - Fuck, yes. - You hear her say breathlessly, and then you lick her again.

It doesn't take long for Wanda's body to go into shaky spasms, and she begins to moan and curse lowly. You force your tongue as deep as possible, and she moans loudly. When Wanda cums in your mouth, she screams your name.

You continue kissing against her pussy even after she comes, and Wanda tries to calm her breathing. You start to move your kisses up, and when you reach her mouth, she lazily responds to you, still recovering from her orgasm.

It takes a moment, but Wanda's kisses are intense again, and she turns you over on the bed, riding on your waist.

- It's my turn now. - She says between one kiss and another. You smile against the kiss, knowing that it wouldn't take long for you to reach your own orgasm, just the image of Wanda riding you was doing wonders.

When Wanda rubs her pussy on your lap, you see stars and your hands squeeze her thighs.

- What's it baby? - She asks repeating the movement, you moan against her mouth. - Do you like that?

And then she pushes her waist down hard, and you let out a loud moan, trying to reach her mouth, but Wanda pushes your shoulder forcing you back onto the bed. You look at her in wonder and she begins to move on your lap, both of you letting out heavy sighs at the sensation.

You squeeze her thighs hard, pulling her down and Wanda throws her head back, moaning with her mouth tightening as she rubs against you.

You begin to feel your orgasm approaching, your legs trembling and your body beginning to ignore your commands. Wanda is also close, but she continues to brush against you

You moan loudly as the climax hits you, throwing your head back on the bed. Wanda falls against you immediately afterwards, trembling just as much as you do. She gasps breathlessly against your neck.

You swallow hard as you try to recover, and then you feel Wanda giggle against your neck.

- God, what was that? - She says breathlessly as she lifts her head to look at you.

- Do you want to do it again? - You ask, and she bites her lip, nodding in agreement.

You then kiss, and you can't believe how lucky you are.

You only stop during the night. Wanda collapses against you, and you both fall asleep almost instantly.

The first time you wake up, she is wrapped around your waist, and judging by the darkness of the room, it is dawn. Then you close your eyes again.

When you wake up for the second time, Wanda is lazily kissing your collarbone, and you smile.

- Good morning. - you say with a husky tone. Wanda smiles against your skin, and then looks at you tenderly. You let your hand caress her back as she kisses you.

- Good morning. - She replies as you part. She leans against you, laying her face on your neck and entwining your legs. - Can we stay here forever?

- Yes. - You agree without hesitation, feeling Wanda smile at your collarbone.

- I'm hungry. - She speaks almost a second later, making you laugh.

- That was a fast forever. - You tease, and she lets out a giggle against your skin.

You get up at some point, and between finding clothes for you and Wanda to wear, and stealing kisses while trying to stay dressed, you lead her by the hand to the kitchen. You prepare eggs and bacon, because it's the only thing you know how to cook, and some coffee.

Wanda sits on the counter in the kitchen, and you lean on the sink, looking at her tenderly as you take a sip of your latte.

- A penny for your thoughts? - You joke as you watch her assume a thoughtful expression. Wanda bites her lower lip, holding back a smile.

- I told Pietro about us. - She declares, and you raise your eyebrows in surprise.

- Really? And how was it?

- Well. - she says with a smile. - Very well actually. He said you were a nice girl.

- Wow, he's completely wrong. - You joke, and Wanda giggles.

You fall silent again, and you realize that she is distracted. Leaving your mug on the counter, you move closer, getting between her legs as you use your hands to pull her hair away from her neck and put it back. She smiles, looking down.

- Tell me what's bothering you. - You ask gently, leaving your hands on the counter beside her. Wanda looks up, staring at you intensely.

- I don't know how to tell everyone at school. - she confesses. - I know I don't owe anyone any satisfaction, but I just…

You nod, bringing your hands to your cheeks. Wanda takes a deep breath, leaning into your touch.

- I have an idea. - You say, and give her a quick kiss on the lips before turning away, walking quickly to your backpacks that were forgotten in the middle of the room the day before. You look for Wanda's cell phone, and find it in her front pocket. Then you walk back to her, and hand her the device. Wanda looks at you with a raised eyebrow in confusion. - Make a publication. The whole school follows you. Publish a picture of us.

Wanda blinks in surprise, and then she puts down her cell phone to kiss you intensely. You almost forget what you were talking about. But then she pulls away.

- You're a genius. - She says, smiling at you. And then she unlocks the cell phone and turns on the camera. - How should we take the picture?

- I have no idea. - You remark with humor. She smiles, stealing a kiss from you. But you keep chasing after her mouth, and then you kiss her properly. When your tongue meets hers, Wanda sighs. You leave your hands on her waist, and at some point, you think you hear a clicking noise, but you don't let go.

When you slip your hands between Wanda's spread legs, she drops her cell phone against the counter.

Eventually on Sunday, Wanda leaves. You kiss her intensely against the door, and she wishes she could stay, but she really needs to get home.

Many minutes after she has left, and once you have showered and tidied up the house, you finally check your cell phone.

Many notifications flash up on the screen, and you let out a giggle, imagining the commotion that must have taken place. Only when you check an audio of Nat screaming you decide to see the photo that Wanda has posted.

It is a picture of you sleeping against her, while she strokes your hair. The caption just says "I want to be with you, in this moment, forever". You feel your cheeks flush, and quickly type to Wanda "did you know it's weird to take pictures of people sleeping" followed by a smiley face. Wanda replies you a few emoticons of giggles and devils, and you smile, trying to remember when you have ever felt as happy as you do now.

Going back to school on Monday is an interesting experience. But you are so happy to be with Wanda that you barely catch the glances and comments. She sent you a text saying she was going to be late, so you didn't wait for her at the entrance.

Natasha jumped on you the minute she saw you.

- My goodness, look at the expression of your face like you've been getting laid all weekend! - she exclaimed, making you laugh.

- Good morning to you too. - You said, opening your closet.

- Can you please tell me everything?

You looked at her with a suggestive look.

- Hmmm, everything. Are you sure?

She laughed, tapping you on the shoulder.

- Ha-ha, very funny. - She fought back, rolling her eyes. - Come on, tell me, are you two dating then?

And then you realize that you haven't asked Wanda that. And you frown. And seeing your expression, Nat lets out a laugh.

- Oh my God, you didn't ask? - she exclaims. - You really did have sex the whole time.

You shook your head, pushing the insecurity away. You closed your locker and held Nat's arm as you walked to class together.

- I think we are. - You say. - I just forgot to ask.

Nat laughs, but then she assumes a serious posture, you frown and look ahead, seeing Tony Stark walking towards you.

- Hey, Y/N. - He greets you, and you raise your eyebrows at his friendly demeanor. - What's up, huh?

- What's the matter, Stark? - you say snidely. Tony crosses his arms.

- I didn't come to fight with you. - He says. - I wanted to apologize.

You and Nat exchange an incredulous look, Tony shrugs, clearly uncomfortable.

- Okay, what do you want me to say? - You retort. - Your apology doesn't erase your actions.

- Yeah, I know. - he says. - But I wanted to apologize anyway. And that's it. See you around.

And he left. Nat turned to you at the same second.

- What the fuck was that? - she asked in a mixture of incredulity and humor. You just grimaced in total disbelief.

- I didn't understand anything either. - You say. - Let's get to class, I need to do some studying before the exam.

The chemistry test is the hardest so far. Professor Agatha has a look of mischief as she watches the students look downcast as they take their test, as if she is loving the suffering.

The vast majority of the class had already stood up, handed in the test, and left the room. When Wanda left, she looked at you, flashing you an encouraging smile.

You let out a sigh, looking at the clock. There were many exercises that you weren't sure you had done correctly, but you stood up, and handed the test to the teacher.

When you walked out into the empty halls, Wanda was waiting for you against the lockers, Pietro at her side.

You smiled at them both, dragging your feet, feeling mentally exhausted. Wanda held out her arms to you, and you hugged her as you buried your face in her neck, her warmth immediately calming you.

- Wow, you guys are cute. - teased Pietro. Wanda giggled, but you just breathed in her perfume.

- What's up, baby? - Wanda asked, and you nodded without moving away.

- Girls, I have to go. - says Pietro next. - I still need to memorize the dates of the American war, and I don't want to be the third wheel.

You and Wanda laugh, and it takes a moment after Pietro has left for you to pull away from Wanda as you leave your hands on her waist.

- Are you sure you're all right? - Wanda asked with a slight humor in her voice as she saw your tense posture.

- Are we dating? - you ask suddenly, and she blinks in confusion. -You let the words escape faster than your thoughts can form. -I wish we were, and I know we've talked about how we feel, but I know it's recent. I'll understand too if you don't want to.

Wanda cuts you off with a kiss on the mouth, while she leaves a hand on the back of your neck, running her fingers into your hair. The sensation sends chills through your body, but she breaks the kiss a short time later.

- Yes, I want to date you. - She asserts, and you smile, nodding. You steal short kisses from her, and when the bell rings, you both let out a disgruntled groan, breaking away.

The hallways start to fill up with students next, but that doesn't stop Wanda from stealing a few more kisses from you, completely ignoring the curious looks, before walking off down the hall.

You are surprised that Coach Xoliswa gives you her letter of recommendation before the last game even happens. But you thank her for her confidence, and turn toward the locker room, taking your uniform out of your bag.

Your teammate, Gamora, has recovered from her injury, and she wishes you good luck as you take the field.

The game is difficult, and you get a foul that almost takes you off the field. You concentrate on your breathing to control your temper. And your gaze goes to the crowd, and Wanda waves and smiles at you. When you return to the field, you score three points in a row.

A man in a suit comes to talk to you as soon as the game is over. He schedules an interview for admission to New York University. You are in shock when you receive the invitation, but you smile awkwardly, accepting the offer.

Your team has won the game and the girls jump on you in celebration. You kiss Wanda as she comes down from the bleachers. The team wants to celebrate at a local pizza place, so you and the girls go back to the locker room to shower and change. You get late because you go to Xoliswa's office and thank the coach for the opportunity.

When you are left alone in the showers, Wanda joins you.

- You scared me. - You say as you watch her standing a few meters from the cabin, biting her lip.

- I told everyone that we will meet them later. - She announces, and you frown in confusion, but swallow your question as Wanda steps forward and kisses you with intensity.

You groan against her mouth, and bring your hands to her waist.

- This is so risky. - You comment as you press her against the cabin wall. The water from the shower splashes against you, and you rush to remove Wanda's wet clothes.

- I know. - she says breathlessly. - But you were hot as hell in that field. - She confesses, sighing as she feels you run your hand down her body. - I needed to touch you.

- I'm all yours, dear. - You affirm before bringing your mouths together again.

Sex in the shower is hot. Wanda presses her body against you, and you sink your fingers into her, making her moan loudly against your neck. And then, she can't wait, and touches you too, burying two fingers in your throbbing pussy with a wicked smile on her face. You cum together, panting against each other's mouths.

When you join the team at the pizza place many minutes later, no one comments that Wanda is wearing your team winter clothes.

When you receive your acceptance letter to the university, many weeks later, you call Wanda.

You meet in the same place as your first date, but now you have a ring on your fingers, and you bring a towel and a picnic basket.

Wanda smiles against your mouth when you tell her that you two can go to the same university.

You think about getting an apartment, and maybe a job in a restaurant. Wanda jokes that you would look hot in your uniform.

As sunset arrives, a few hours since you arrived there, Wanda intertwines your hands. She whispers asking you not to let go, and you squeeze harder as you assure her that you're not going anywhere without her.

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jeongvision · 3 years

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🗣 TEACHER!AU WITH JOHNNY

PART TWO! LET’S GET IT!

pairing. history teacher! seo johnny ✗ english teacher! fem! reader (ft. english teacher! mark lee)

genre. fluff, slight humor, high school teacher au, non idol au

warnings. some cursing and super soft hours after this huhu <3 and not proofread but we can discuss that later

author’s note. this is an continuation to this blurb! this could be read as a standalone but regardless i hope this brought a smile to your face bc it certainly did for me <3

You should’ve seen it coming. Damn it, it was right in front of you all along, so why didn’t you see it in the first place?

You and your students have been grinding nonstop for the past couple weeks to prep them for the AP English IV exam. There was a time where you requested two days off from work for emergency purposes (thankfully it was nothing too major) leaving you to ask your coworker- Mark, another teacher in your department -to help fill in your students on materials needed for the exam.

Everything was perfectly fine when you came back, your coworker going beyond your expectations in taking care of your students. However, one thing you failed to take notice of is the recent changes the college board made in their AP exams, including the course you teach. After reviewing some of the revisions they made, you felt your heart drop.

They’ve added three additional sections to the exam, meaning an additional two weeks is needed to cover the materials for your students to grasp some sort of mastery on those concepts.

You have four weeks left until the exam, and you’re already compacted those remaining weeks with other necessary materials for the exam.

“Fucking hell,” you murmured under your breath.

Running your hand through your hair, you let out a tired sigh. It’s already bad enough that you have to work overtime in making revisions to your lesson plans. However, it’s worse to see the crestfallen looks on your students’ faces when you dropped the news on them. They’re already tired enough from dealing with other classes and extracurricular activities. On top of that, you know most of them are stressing about their acceptance letters from their colleges.

You dropped the pen in your hand and rubbed both of your eyelids. Relax, y/n you told yourself. Don’t worry, you can do this. You heard the door behind you open, meaning someone walked inside the teacher’s lounge.

“Hey, y/n. What’s up- Woah, woah, WOAH! What do we have here?” the person exclaimed. You let out a chortle. You could distinctively point that voice out from anywhere, and you’re sure as hell that the state of your workspace is nothing short of hell. Taking your hands away from your face, you crossed your arms and leaned back a little in your seat to look up at the latter.

“Well, hello to you too, Mark,” you chuckled. You both gave each a fist bump before he sits down in the empty chair beside you.

“What the hell happened here?” He grabs some of the documents splayed out before you, eyes scanning through the materials that you’ve scribbled on in the past hour. “Wait, what? They added new things to the AP exam?”

You sighed and nodded dejectedly. “Yep. And somehow, I gotta squeeze all those materials into my lesson plans before they take it next month.” You rested your arms on the table and rested your head on top of them. “At this point, I just want to light myself on fire and call it a day.”

Mark lets out a cackle besides you, prompting you to smile. You’ll never mention it to him, but his laughs and smiles are always infectious. It’s what makes him so well-known and loved in the English department in the first place, both faculties and students.

“Please don’t do that. We love you too much to let you do that to yourself,” he responded.

Sitting back up in your seat, you take a glance at the clock. Just four minutes before the section ends and you have to go back to teaching your classes again. You heard your coworker clear his throat, bringing you to face him.

“Do you need help with any of this?” he offered.

You shook your head. “No, it’s fine, Mark. I appreciate the offer but I don’t want to bother you with my workload.”

“No, really. It’s fine, y/n. I only teach honors and they’re all pretty ahead in their assignments, so I have some free time if you’d like.”

Just like that, you swear you could see a halo shining above his figure, your world much brighter and clearer than it was this morning. “Oh my god, yes please.” You shifted through your papers, searching the remnants of the piles before handing it over to him. “Can you please go through these and grade them for me? Here are the answer keys for them.” After debriefing him for that stack of papers, you gave him another one. “And for these, can you make some copies for me? I need them tonight so I can plan for tomorrow’s class.”

He listened attentively to your commands, taking a mental note and nodding each instruction given to him. “Okay, got it, y/n. I’ll get these done and hand them over by the end of the day.”

You’re gawking at him, surprised that your coworker is willing to lend you a helping hand. You could honestly cry out tears of joy right now, but timing refuses to let you do so as the bell rings, marking the end of a period. You both stood up in your seats and grabbed the papers on the table into a neat pile. You let out a content sigh as you both walked out the teacher’s lounge.

“Thank you so much, Mark. You’re the best,” you exhaled. Outside your classroom, you already see some students entering inside as you left it unlocked, free for them or your coworkers to enter as they pleased. You both stood next to its entrance before he shrugs his shoulders at you.

“Hey, I mean it’s what I do best, right? Being the best.”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful shove, earning a laugh from him. Saying goodbyes to one another, you walked inside your classroom. You nodded to the students present. “Afternoon, class,” you greeted.

“Good afternoon, Miss y/n!”

“Miss Y/n, there’s a bouquet of flowers on your desk,” one of your students called out. You raised an eyebrow. Flowers? Looking over to your desk, your student was certainly not lying and neither are your eyes. Perched in the middle of your desk lies a vase filled with varying colors of tulips. Petals are in full bloom and the stems are clipped uniformly. You walked over and saw a notecard attached to one of the flowers.

“Who is it from, Miss Y/n?”

“Yeah! Who got you flowers?”

You looked up and realized more of your students are present, capacity almost at its max. Class was starting soon so more and more are rushing in to see the surprise gift settled on your desk.

“Is it Mr. Kim in the science department? I saw you two walking together in the hallways last week.”

That assumption piqued your interest. “Wait, Mr. Kim? The physics teacher?” you asked. The student, Krystal, nodded, causing you to huff incredulously. “Krystal, please. We’re merely just friends.”

Another student chimes in. “Friends don’t lock arms with each other at work.”

“Jongin, please. Your last girlfriend only stayed with you for a month and she started dating an upperclassman a week later.”

“Hey—”

“Guys, calm down,” you interjected. “As much as I love you crazy bunch, I am still your teacher. Therefore, what occurs in my personal life stays private, and how much I am willing to share with you all lies in my discretion.” But unbeknownst to you, one of your students sneaks behind you to get a glance of the card, discreetly reading the contents:

‘The best deserves nothing less than the best.

Yours truly.’

The student, Luna, almost lets out a squeal. “Guys! Guys!” You jumped in shock, startled by her sudden presence and her high-pitched voice. “I think it’s Mr. Lee! The other English teacher!”

All attention is now on her, excitement filled in the air.

“Mr. Lee? The one that teaches honors?”

“The one with boba eyes?”

“The one that laughs at everything?”

Luna nods to each question, visibly thrilled with the subtle jump in her steps as she walked towards her classmates. “Yes! I heard Miss y/n calling him the best earlier and Mr. Lee joked about being the best! And in the card, it said ‘the best deserves nothing less than the best’.” The bell rang, marking the beginning of the period, but that didn’t stop your students from chattering with happiness, faces completely wiped from fatigue and stress of the upcoming exams. Some students entered your classroom late to the discussion, prompting other students to fill them in only to also be electrified by the ‘news’.

You run a hand through your hair again and sighed. Not this again, you thought to yourself. But just before you could jump in to stop all this chaos, you heard someone knock on your open door, diverting your attention and your class’ to the intruder.

“Well, good afternoon, class,” the person chuckled. “Why’s it so boisterous here? Did I miss a party or something?”

Of course, what better person to appear now of all times? It was none other than the infamous history teacher, Johnny Seo. You rolled your eyes before laughing. Coincidence, my ass.

“Mr. Seo! Someone gave Miss Y/n a bouquet of tulips! She has a secret admirer!” Luna stated.

He raised an eyebrow at her direction. “Oh, does she now?” He looks back at you with a grin. “Did Miss Y/n find out who this secret admirer is?”

“We think it’s Mr. Lee from honors English.”

“And what makes you think so?”

“Because we heard her call him the best earlier before class started, and the notecard called her the best.”

“Coincidence? I think not,” Jongin nodded.

All of the students followed along in unison, profoundly proud of their assumptions that left you shaking your head in disbelief. Surely, you had a smile on your face, but it’s surprising to know how your students are able to make such large assumptions based on groundless evidence. You sat down in your chair and turned on your computer, getting your lesson plan ready for the period as your students entertained themselves with Mr. Seo.

Johnny takes it all in, nodding to all of them before walking up behind your desk. “Well, I think it’s safe to say that you don’t pester too much to Miss y/n about it. You know how much she likes to keep her life private.” While you were browsing through your saved files and pulling up powerpoints, you felt the latter tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Right, Mrs. Seo?”

And just like that, your hands stilled. Wait, did he just—

“Hold up..”

“What?”

“Did you just—”

“Mrs. Seo?”

“Huh?”

You squeezed your eyelids shut. Oh my god, here we go again—

“YOU GUYS ARE MARRIED??”

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nikkiwriteswords · 3 years

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Hi! I would love to hear your thoughts/predictions/hopes for s3, now that we got the episode titles :D

Hey Nora!! Let me go grab my tua theory hat real quick. Spoiler alert, it looks exactly like the umbrella hat on the 3 right here:

Full disclosure, I've only got like a pinky toe in the tua fandom right now, but I'm still going to see what BS I can spin from these titles.

1. MEET THE FAMILY. The description on imdb is "The siblings get to know some more of the 43 children in an alternate timeline." So, I think this is pretty self-explanatory. Netflix likes to start things off with a bang, so s3 of TUA will probably be no different: we'll probably get a vague flashforward/flash-sideways to a "what if" scenario that will make sense by the last few episodes, and the rest of the episode will be sowing seeds for the s3 plot. The big question is, what family are we meeting? I think this episode will revolve around themes of family (no-brainer) and redefining the relationships between our Umbrella siblings in light of the season 2 finale, as well as their new Sparrow 'replacements'. To that end, initial Sparrow sibling parallels will be presented and subsequently complicated in this first episode. I also predict we'll see varying reactions to this alternate Reginald, as the Umbrella siblings are thrust into an outsider perspective that follows on from season 2.

2. WORLD'S BIGGEST BALL OF TWINE. This is going to be a multi-layered metaphor. I can feel it. It will no doubt refer to the plot that's about to unfold (is it an outside threat to both parties - the Umbrellas and Sparrows - from, say, the Commission, or is it more to do with the two rival Academies?), but I wonder if it also refers to the Wizard of Oz type scenario the Umbrella siblings find themselves in: they aren’t in Kansas anymore. (But you know what is in Kansas? The world's current biggest ball of twine.) Also kind of want to see Klaus knitting again in this ep - perhaps as a way to subtly re-address his ongoing addiction issues, especially now Ben is gone.

3. POCKET FULL OF LIGHTNING. This probably has to do with powers. Sparrow powers, Umbrella powers. There'll be a lot of new flexes in this season, so who this refers to is anyone's guess.

4. KUGELBLITZ. Here's where it starts to get interesting, because this title carries forward the subject of lightning from the last one. According to a very quick internet search, kugelblitz literally means "ball lightning" in German, and refers to both a) a glorified WW2 tank designed to take out aircraft (a certified Big Boi), and b) a theoretical black hole made from light/radiation rather than matter. So this is absolutely going to be a new, unseen power - probably from the Sparrows. Hopefully from Christopher because a cube executing a move named after a sphere just makes me chuckle. Ah, fun with shapes... But in addition, this power is probably going to pack a huge, debilitating punch to whatever narrative is underway at this point in the plot. I'll bet money that whoever wields this power is the tank character in their party or they are after this at least.

5. KINDEST CUT. This throws me back to the barber shop meta, I'm not gunna lie. Someone's going to get hurt, either physically or emotionally, and it's going to be the lesser of two evils. If it's a follow through on the barber metaphor, then Reggie will be the one to orchestrate it. Or, in a surprise twist, will he be the one gTetting hurt or being silenced? (Remember that cutthroat allegory that chases the siblings through the first season, particularly Allison and Klaus. It was about becoming voiceless.) 6.MARIGOLD. Big shout out to this post for spreading the word on the marigold symbolism. I'm pretty sure this will be Reginald backstory, which ties in with the creation of the Umbrella Academy. Also, because I'm a sucker for flower symbolism and reading into things, consider that marigolds:

a) fall into two families, the calendula which means "little clock" and the tagetes, which is named after the Etruscan prophet Tages. The Etruscans believed heavily in predestination - some events are set in stone, and cannot be changed. (Consider the way the apocalypse seems to always come for one set of siblings...) b) are named as such colloquially because they were offered in place of money to the Virgin Mary. (More divine imagery, and reference to a pure mother figure...) They are Mary’s gold. So maybe it’s a reference to Reginald’s wife, which would fit with the flashback scene we see in 1x10. c) are a flower of duality. They have strong connections with the sun and resurrection, yet the marigold is thought to be a flower of grief because it blooms in autumn. Again, think about that flashback in the first season. At the end of the world and a wife dying, there was the promise of rebirth. d) It's also a very common flower. Remember, there's actually 43 siblings out there. We've only met 14.

Also Netflix loves to do this thing around the halfway point (usually episode 5/6) in a season they're producing. They'll switch up the narrative with a twist or turn that provides a new perspective. 7.AUF WEIDERSEHEN. Once again, a German connection. And, obviously, a goodbye. Considering the last season focused on Kennedy, are we going to get some earlier Cold War time-travel shenanigans? Or maybe WW2? I think Blackman has said something about the Berlin Wall, which is interesting. A country divided... Umbrellas and Sparrows allegory? But as an aside, I'm also kinda lowkey hoping it's a nod to Auf Weidersehen, Pet. If you don't know the show, here's the wiki summary for the first season:

Auf Wiedersehen, Pet is a British comedy-drama television programme about seven British construction workers who leave the United Kingdom to search for employment overseas. They find work on a German building site in Düsseldorf but despite promises of hostel accommodation, are forced to live in a small hut that reminds them of a World War II POW camp. The rest of the series is driven by the interactions and growing friendships between the various characters.

In episode seven, three of the “Magnificent Seven” visit an intercontinental hotel. Just saying. If s3 was to go this route, my money would be on Luther, Diego and Five getting up to shenanigans in this one. I miss 125 shenanigans.😢

8.WEDDING AT THE END OF THE WORLD. Honestly, I’m holding out hope that one of our fave siblings gets married. I feel like that’s a trap though... Actually I feel like it might actually be a trap. As in, this is when the rising action really kicks it up a notch. But also remember the title of 1x01: We Only See Each Other At Weddings and Funerals. Maybe the siblings get split up, possibly in episode 3/4, and they’re trying to reunite through episodes 5-7. Also thinking about hotels and apocalypses... There’s something very fatalistic about these titles so far. I have a feeling that the B-plot or the subtext is going to reveal a lot more about Reginald’s history and the destruction of his world.

9. SIX BELLS. This makes me think of church bells, which is some nice continuity with the wedding of the last title. But church bells are rung for all sorts of reasons - as a call to worship, or in celebration or mourning, or to tell the time. (Thinking back to those marigolds suddenly.) But why six? Now I’m thinking of bell ringing (change ringing), and the way different bells have different cord lengths to control the time of their chimes. It’s a highly mathematical process. Will this episode be Five’s time to shine? Will he coordinate his siblings through a large attack? 10. OBLIVION. Does anything even need to be said about this one? Hotel Oblivion baby ✌✌ Any further theorising would require more knowledge of the coming plot tbh.

Edit: I wrote most of this at 2am, so I’ve just tidied it up a little. Thank you for the ask, Nora! This was fun to think about.

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anthropologist-on-the-loose · 3 years

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Hi Em. I had a thought today and wondered if you could point me in the right direction.

In my experience many people hang onto ideas long after they've been discredited, disproved or fallen out of favour. Left brain/right brain, "old wives' tales", misreported news, friend of a friend stories.

A few years ago I knew someone who didn't want to use aluminium pans because he worried there was a link to dementia in his family - a theory that was disproved in the sixties if I recall correctly.

I know there are many factors involved, but are these examples of people favouring oral history over other sources? Might this also be a factor in people trusting more colloquial sources than academic or journalistic ones?

Thanks

This is an absolutely fascinating line of inquiry. I’ve never studied it in particular, and I don’t have any specific academic resources to provide you. I did a little digging to see if there was an academic term that encompassed everything you’ve mentioned. I know Wikipedia isn’t a primary source, but in looking I found this wiki page on cognitive bias and this extensive list of types of cognitive biases. If you’re interested in further research, I would recommend plopping some of the terms from those pages into your preferred academic search engine, or reading the cited sources in the wiki.

Now you pay the tax of hearing my own thoughts on the matter, bearing in mind that the following are my personal observations and not cited academic sources.

Take your aluminium example. That line of thinking comes from a rather logical thought procession: 1.) we don’t fully understand all the mechanisms underlying dementia 2.) numerous metals or mineral compounds that were thought to be safe in the past are now known to be toxic, sometimes in ways affect the brain (lead, mercury, asbestos, etc.) 3.) therefore, it is not a stretch to imagine that another commonly used metal compound might be harmful in ways we don’t fully understand.

So if you’ve heard from people you know and trust that “hey, this thing is toxic” it’s easy to believe them. You don’t even necessarily need the explanation for why spelled out for you; it just makes sense based on what you already know. Then one person comes along and says “that’s not true, there’s scientific studies about it”. Okay, sure, whatever. Why should you believe them over everyone else? There’s scientific studies for everything, people use that claim all time. You also don’t care enough to go searching for a scientific study based on what one person said.

And this is just one example. And I’m not even delving that deep into the myriad of factors involved, like hearing the false information repeatedly, or how authority is viewed differently in different cultures, or confirmation bias, or personal experiences, or the complex sociology of it, or that these factors are all going to vary based on the specific information being discussed.

To come back to your last point, there is a certain validity in trusting colloquial sources over authoritative sources. Like when I called a family friend who’s also a mechanic for help jumpstarting my car, he told me to do things differently than what the manual said. And I trusted his vast personal experience and knowledge of my specific situation over a generalized jumper cable manual. There’s a billion more examples like this out there where the authority isn’t always right, and those experiences influence the way we view things. Sometimes it’s the difficultly in distinguishing which sources are valid in a particular circumstance that can lead to misinformation.

tl;dr: this topic relates to cognitive bias, and there are countless psychological and sociological elements involved in how we perceive the veracity of information.

#sorry it took so long to respond #i knew i'd end up spending at least an hour this ask which turned into 2 hours #thank you for the question! hope this is satisfactory #in which i say things #ask #psychology #sociology #there's a whole bunch more on my brain about this but i only have so much time #writing is hard yo

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creepyalienghost · 3 years

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literature club

Warning: suicide

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“Henry. Please join. You would love the literature club.” Wally begged his friend Henry, as they walked to their lockers. This year they were next to each other and for the pass month Wally’s been wanting Henry to join their little book club after school.

It wasn’t like Henry didn’t want to hang out with Wally, he did. They have been best friends since they were kids. He just wasn’t sure that was what he wanted to do. He was an artist not a book worm, Art was his thing.

But he didn’t like to see his friends sad and eventually he gave it to Wally’s request. “Alright Wally.” He replied opening his locker and getting his books for the next class, history. “I’ll come check it out today.”

“Yay!” Wally jumped around with happiness and a big smile across his face that Henry loves to see. “Thank you Henry! Meet me outside room 278 after school!”

Henry nodded. “Will do Wally.” He shuts his locker just as the bell rang. “See you then!” He said with a wave as they go there separate classes.

The school day drags on for hours but eventually 3 o’clock finally came and everyone rushed outta there classes, some to get home others to hurry to their clubs or sports. Henry searched for the room Wally told him to go and found it within minutes. Outside Wally was there waiting and when he saw him that big smile came. “Henry toy came!”

He nodded. “Of course! I never back down on my promise.”

“That’s true.” Wally replied. “Come on in! Meet the others! Sammy even brought cake today!”

Henry followed Wally inside the class room and was amazed at how it looked. It was a regular classroom with desk and all but they made it more cozy. They had a soft chair in the back corner for anyone to read on and there was soft yellow fairy lights hung up on the ceiling. Calm low music played from the radio next to the chocolate cake and drinks. A long bookshelf ran under the windows and quotes from different book lined the walls.

“It’s so...relaxing In here.” Henry stated looking around the room.

“Thank you kind stranger” said a tall brown haired boy walking up. “You must be Wally’s friend, Henry. Welcome to the literature club. I’m Joey.”

Henry nodded in response. “I am. And thank you Joey! It actually looks fun! What all do y’all do here?”

Joey prompted himself on a desk before answering. “We read books of all kind. Horror, poetry, the classics. He decide on something and read that.” He paused for a minute before continuing. “We also right short stories and poems.”

Henry nodded while listening. “That sounds fun but I don’t think I can write poems.” He chuckled.

“Nonsense.” Joey chuckled with him, waving his head away. “It’s easy! If you join I’ll teach you how to write poetry.”

“Really?” Henry ask, feeling a bit excited to learn something new.

“Of course!” Joey nodded. “My mother taught me when I was young. Now I’m teaching these boys.” Joey gestures to the other boys.

Henry accepted his offer. “Yeah. Alright. I’ll join!”

Joey smiled in excitement. “That’s great! We should celebrate! Good thing Sammy brought cake!” He announced. “Come. Meet the other two!” He wrapped his arm around Henry leading him to the table where the others were heading.

Henry sat down next to Wally as Joey handed out pieces of cake and drinks. That hour he got to know the the three more better. Joey was the leader and starter of the club. He love to read the classic books like, to kill Mockingjay, and enjoyed writing about love. Jack was quite opposite from him. He loved reading manga and climes that it is literature. His favorite being the promised Neverland. The last boy, Sammy was the shortest out of all of them. His thing was dark and creepy literature. Anything Edgar Allan Poe he loved. Henry also found out Wally’s favorite books were funny books. Anything that would make you laugh in tears he would read and Henry found that suited his friend.

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After school the next day Henry headed in the club a bit early. Sammy and Joey were already there and were talking before he came in. “Hello Henry!” Joey called out when he saw Henry, heading to him. Sammy smiled and waved before going to his book.

“Hello Joey! Hey Sammy!” He replied happily.

Joey sits upon the near by desk, facing Henry. “You ready for today’s activity? I thought it would be fun for the group!”

Henry nodded. “I am! I can’t wait to hear what it is!” He said just as the other two arrived.

Joey chuckled in response. “In do time Henry! Until then you can hang out with whoever for a bit. Hell these two just joined us! Welcome boys” he left Henry, going over to Wally and jack to greet.

Henry glances back at Sammy and noticed he had been watching them and he quickly turned back to his book once He looked at him. Henry thought he must be a bit shy for Conversation so he turned to Wally and jack. Wally was hanging out with Joey and jack was reading a comic book. He went over and sat next to jack. “Hey. What comic you ready?”

Jack shook his head. “It’s not a comic book, it’s manga!” He informed Henry. “Have you ever read one?”

“I haven’t.” Henry shook his head. “What is a manga?”

“You don’t know?” He chuckled. “Ah Henry you have lots to learn!” He added before tapping the chair next to him. “come. sit. I’ll teach you.”

Henry sat next to jack as he began talking about all he knew on manga. Henry didn’t interrupt he sat there listening to everything this excited boy to say. He was learning quite a lot about it as time went on. Like where it came from and what was the latest issues of the popular manga. Henry noted some titles he should pick up so they both could read them together.

Time quickly flew by and the hour was almost at a closed. Joey dedicated the last quarter for reading the poems so he left Wally to stand at front. “Alright boys. It’s time to share our poems.” He announced before turning to the newest member. “Henry you can sit this one out and listen to the others today.” Henry nodded in response giving the ok for Joey to continue. “Alrighty. Who wants to read theirs today?”

“I will!” Called out Sammy standing up and grabbing his poem then heading up to the front as Joey sat back down. He held up the poem and cleared his throat. “My poem is called hands”

The hands around, allow me to see

Show me things only they want me to see

The hands around, allow to speak

Using my voice as theres

The hands around, hold me in place

Guide me to one place to another

The hands around, pull the strings

And I can not escape

“Vary good Sammy!” Joey said while the others boys snapped their fingers. Sammy Smiled and headed back to his seat. “Is there anyone else that wants to read there’s?” Joey ask and waited. There was no takers today for anymore reading. “Alrighty boys. I hope to hear from y’all tomorrow. Club Dismiss.”

As Henry grabbed his bag Joey came over. “Hey Henry. Do you wanna go to the bookstore? I can recommend you some easy poetry books?”

“Sure!” Henry smiled with a nod. “That would be cool. Thanks!” He and Joey walked out of the room heading for the book store. Sammy and jack looked at wally before he signed and left on his on.

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During brakes in classes he read a few pages of his new poetry book. Joey had helped him pick out one for beginners which has a little of all kinds of topics to figure out what was your style. Love, light, happiness sadness, funny, horror and dark. Henry seemed to be most interested in the poems about happiness and love. He was excited to talk about poetry with Joey, Wally and the boys in the club as well as read his poem today.

When he arrived in the room after school Joey was the only one there at the point, getting the club sit up, Cleaning and fixing the desk back. “Hey Henry!” He greeted as Henry came in. “How’s the book?”

Henry waved at him as he walked up. “Hi Joey! And the book is lovely!” He smiled as he helped him with the table. “I quite enjoy happy rain and pink so fair. There really fun to read!”

Joey chuckled. “That’s great! I’m glad you found you style Henry!” He replied as he started sanitizing the food table.

“Thanks man. I wouldn’t have if it won’t for you Henry.” Henry praised Joey.

Joey smiled with pride. “Aww thank

You Henry.” He replied.

Henry nodded at Joey Just as the rest of the boys joined them. “Hey! There they are!” Joey announced happily . “Hia boys!”

After everyone greeted each other and got settled down with there books, Henry decided to read with Sammy today. He spotted him setting in the comfy chair next to the window. It was storming outside and judging by his book title, it was the right kind of weather for it. Henry pulled up a chair from the desk near by and sat next to him. “Hi Sammy. Hope you don’t mind if I read with you today.”

Sammy looked up from his book and shook his hand. “N-no. Not at all.” A small kind smile spread across his face. “I’m not sure if you’d like my kind of reading through. It’s dark poetry.”

“Oh really?” Henry replied. “That’s alright. I might enjoy it.” He said giving a smile back.

“Well. Alright.” The boy nodded and opened his book up to the first page to a poem called darkness. While Henry scooted his chair closer.

The two of them sat beside one another and silently reading each page as the storm raged outside. There was a lot of emotional and death related poems as well as depression and anxiety. Henry had question himself if he needed help but didn’t wanna asked. Besides the boy seemed happy every time he seen him so maybe it was just interesting to Sammy.

However when Sammy turn the page after reading a while his sleeve slipped down revealing a deep burn, making Henry worried. “Are you alright Sammy?” He ask looking up at him. “What happened?!”

“Uh. Y-yea...” Sammy calmly rolled his sleeve back up while nodded. “It j-just a cooking accident last night. Don’t worry..” he replied with a slight chuckle.

Henry nodded believe him. After all cooking does lead to accident. “Alright. But you might need to bandage that later.” He smiled.

“Thanks. Will do.” Sammy nodded. They both went back to reading the poetry book, Sammy only glancing up once to find Joey staring at him form across the room for a moment before returning to his book. Sammy didn’t dare to look again for the night.

Soon the last quarter of the club arrives and the boys made there way to the front role desks. “Alright boys. Today I want Henry to come forward and share his poem.” Joey replied. “Don’t be shy Henry, we all had our first time.”

Henry came up to the front with his poem ready to share. He’s been waiting for hours for this and now it was his time to shine. He held up his poem and reads it.

I look out in the night

To see a bright shining star above.

I wish upon that star

Things I wish to become.

That star with guide me to

places that I wanna be.

And one day I’ll find that

The whole time the star has been me.

The boys have a round of applause for Henry’s first poem as tradition in the club. Henry smiled confidently as he walked over to Joey. “I’m impress Henry! Vary excellent, for the first time!” Joey commented. “Soon you’d became a natural!”

“Thanks Joey. You are a good teacher.” Henry beamed.

Joey blushed. “Aww thanks Henry.” He chuckled. “Alright guys. Club meeting over. See you tomorrow!” He announced to the others

Wally gathered his two books and bag from the desk in the back then headed to his friend. “Hey Henry. Do you want to head over to the arcade?”

Henry frowns as his friend. “Sorry Wally. I would but I already made plans with Joey for tonight. We can tomorrow though!” He replied.

Wally nodded with a wide smile on his face. “Of course! That sounds awesome!”

“Cool” Henry nodded. “See you tomorrow”

Wally frowns watching his friend leave with that monster he know trusts, as jack and Sammy came up to him. He looked over at them and sadly sighed. Jack gives Wally a hug. None off the boys said anything. They didn’t have to. They knew each other’s pain. They knew there plan wasn’t working. Henry wasn’t noticing the signs even when Sammy purposely showed a big one. Eventually the three left the classroom and went to there homes for the night alone.

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Last night had been fun! Joey had taken Henry to poetry slam. Together they watched as people came and read there poems in front of an audience. Some good, some bad. Some short, some long. Some about happy times, others about horror. Henry was enjoying his time with Joey and the boys. He was actually really happy that Wally begged him to join. It turned out great and he couldn’t wait to tell talk to him.

However when Henry walked though the door the vibe was a bit different. Sammy, jack and Wally were in the back of the room talking quietly to each other about something Henry didn’t know. When they all

Saw Henry standing there they all welcome home. “Hello Henry!” Wally was the first. He jumped off the desk with a big smile, walking over and given a hug.

Henry, feeling better then a second ago, hugged back. “Hey Wally! Sorry I couldn’t hang out last night. We will tonight though.”

Wally nodded eagerly. “Great! I can’t wait. We could go to the movies to see one of the new ones showing! Or we could go to the park! Or the arcade?” He listed off things to do, happily

Henry chuckled and nodded. “Ya! We can! You can choose where we go!”

Wally nodded as Joey came in. Everyone then gathered there books there on and choose a comfy spot to read at today. Henry decided to buddy read with Wally today. Another chance to be with his best friend. Wally was on the the couch and reading a book that looks like it was funny. “Can I read with you today?”

Wally looked up and nodded. “Of course you can!” He replied and scooted over for Henry to sit then patted the space. “Come sit.”

Henry did indeed sit down beside him, getting comfortable. After he was settled he looked at his friend and asked. “So what’s the book about?”

“It’s about this guys Journey in a wacky world. There’s all certs of funny things about the world and it’s people.” Wally answered him. “It’s one of my favorite books.”

Henry nodded. “That wonderful to hear. What page your own?

“Oh I’m on page 208 but we can start from the beginning.” Wally smiled and opened the book to the first page. Wally read quietly out loud as Henry followed along. He found himself enjoying the characters the best as they read together. His favorite became a purple man who helped the main character in his Journey.

As always Joey was on time with the last quarter of the club. He got to the front and ask for volunteers. This time jack wanted to read his. Jack got his notebook and flipped to the latest poem he had written. “Alright. This ones called The field.”

In my dreams I see a field.

One so beautiful. One so elegant.

It’s golden sunlight like rays spread across

No darkness can be found.

In my dreams I see a field

Surrounded by friends

Happy as ever

No sadness can be felt.

In my dreams I see a field

Laugher is the only thing to hear

Peace all around

No cries can be herd.

Jack finishes and bows as the others snapped their fingers. He went back to his sit as Joey took his place up front. “Nice job jack! Your getting better!” He replied before turning his attention to the rest. “Alright before we go I have an announcement.” He waited for a moment before continuing. “As you all know the festival is this weekend. I think we should give it a shoot and try to bring more people to our club for once, like the others.”

“Oh! That would be fun!” Wally agreed. “I second that!” Sammy jack and Henry agreed as well.

“Alright guys. I can make the pamphlet but I’m no good with designing them. Wally want to help me?”

“Sure!” Wally nodded happily. “We can start it tonight after hanging out with Henry.”

Joey nodded. “ perfect.” Joey looked at jack and Sammy. “I think we should have a banner as well as treats for the other students.”

“I’ll make the treats!” Sammy suggest.

Jack nodded. “I’ll take care of the banner.”

Joey smiled. “Thanks you guys.” He looked at Henry last. “You can choose who you want to help with.”

Henry turn his attention to jack and Henry. He has to decide who to help. Sammy with the treats or jack with the banner. After some thought he turn to jack. “ I’ll help with the banner.”

Jack nodded and Exchanged their Numbles for later. Once all roles were settled each one began to leave. Henry and Wally left with each other as planned. Joey left after getting belongings, giving a warning glare to jack on the way out, and jack left with Sammy after they cleared up the room.

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The next morning, Henry woke up like Normal and started getting ready for school. As he got ready he was reminded of his and Wally’s time together and how he got the sense Wally was off. He had looked and sounded happy but it was like there was sadness. He asked Wally about it the night before and Wally told him he was good. He didn’t bother him again on it that night but was still worried.

Henry grabbed his phone and decided to call him but he didn’t answer. He wasn’t to worried by this as Wally liked to sleep in a bit longer. He’ll meet him outside and everything will be all good. Henry continued getting ready for the day. He got dressed, ate some breakfast then brushed his teeth and headed out to there meeting spot.

There was no signs of Wally as he arrived which was also normal behavior of Wally. Henry decided to read some of his book as he waited and pulled it out, flipping to the page he was on.

He got lost in the book and read longer then he thought. Almost half an hour has gone by with no Wally showing up. This was strange. Wally would have call him if he was sick or not going to school. He would’ve been here if he was. Something was off.

Henry headed to Wally’s house and knocked on the door then waiting. No one came to the door so he tried again meeting with the same results. He turned the noob to see if it was unlocked and sure enough it was. “Wally?” He called out opening the door. There was no answer in the dark house making his stomach to knot up. He walked deeper in the house, calling out again. “Wally? Are you home?” And again no answer. He got to the bottom of of the stairs and looked up calling one more time with no answer.

He claimed up the stairs and approached Wally’s bedroom, knowing on the door. “Wally it’s me, Henry. Are you in here?” He ask pressing his ear to the door. After a long moment with no answer he opened the door only to find a Horrible seen.

His friend...his best friend was hanging from a noose. His desk chair kicked away from him. Wally’s skin was a pale blue grayish color and there was no light in his eyes.

Henry was frozen in place there, unable to look away from his friends corpse. He felt cold tears pour down his cheeks but he couldn’t acknowledge them. It felt like his would just got turn upside. “N-no...” he finally spoke after a long while of Silence. “Wally....” he said then fell on his knees and sobbed in his hands.

Once the shock was gone and he was numb he pulled out his phone to call for an ambulance. It took 20 minutes for them to arrived there and was taking out of the house for them to take down the body. Henry watched them carry his friend out in a body back and loaded in the back of an ambulance, driving away soon after.

He went back to his own house after answering questions and sat on his bed. He didn’t feel like going to school today. He didn’t feel like doing anything today after that. But it wasn’t long before his phone rang. He looked at it and saw it was jack. He didn’t want to answer but he did. “ y-yea..?”

“He-hey Henry.” Jack spoke sounding nervous” I herd what happened...it’s so sad..” he said.

Henry was suspicious of this. How would Jack know if he was at school and why was he sounded so scared. “Jack how do you know..?” He ask.

Jack went silent for a long moment before speaking quickly into the phone. “Henry, Joeys not a good person!” Right then his phone hung up on Henry.

“Hello?” Henry asked. “Jack you there?” After no answer he tried to call him back a few times but couldn’t get a hold of him again. After the fourth try he gave up and wondered what he was taking about. He laid back in his bed in thought staring at the ceiling. He let his mind wonder in memories of him and Wally. The first time they meet, there times at the fair and the last movie they seen.

His thoughts got interrupted again with another phone call, But not jack. It was Sammy. “Hello?” He said once he answered. He immediately herd crying from the other end

“Henry..” Sammy said after taking a moment to calm himself down. “I-I need to tell you s-something...but first I n-need you to p-promise me you will believe me..” he ask sounding desperate.

Henry was so confused and didn’t want to deal with anything more today. But the boy started scared and Henry could swear he herd pounding on a door on Sammy’s end. “Yea I promise Sam. What’s going on.” He ask sitting up.

“It’s Joey...” He told, sniffling fight after. “Joey isn’t a kind person...”

#bendy and the ink machine #sammy lawrence #joey drew #wally franks #Henry stain #jack

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sirowsky · 3 years

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The Flowers Always Know

Description: When a mad scientist uses you as an experiment while you’re on holiday, the Heroics only just manage to save you. And in your recovery you become very close to the leader of the group.

(Slow burn)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Language, buried trauma, mentions of tortured and murdered children, furious Marcus.

Link to Masterlist

Comment: We learn a bit more history on the Heroics as a whole, and something Reader’s been supressing, that leads to some new developments concerning her powers.

(Again I apologise for the crossover GIF, but really Narcos just has the best ones. Also, let me know if it’s yours and I’ll credit you!)

Chapter 39

Wisconsin was getting cold this time of year, and you were frustrated. Verity had really outdone himself this time. He’d positioned himself right smack in the middle of suburbia, on Barbara Lane, in De Pere, Green bay, forcing you to take twice as many safety precautions as usual, before you could see him.

You’d asked Marcus after the first time you’d met the truth-seeker, if it wouldn’t be less dangerous and more inconspicuous for him to come to you, instead of you having to travel all over the country to find him. But Marcus had explained that he had adapted a lifestyle that meant that he was never in one place for more than two days, in order to stay ahead of any team that HQ might send out to investigate his energy-signature.

He rarely used his ability to the extent that the new and more powerful sensors could detect it, but on the few occasions when he had, he’d found himself having company some time later. Their response time varied depending on where in the country he was, and whenever he was closer to the west coast, his temporary lodgings were always significantly shorter.

Allen had been quiet for most of the journey, deep in his thoughts, but when you started getting close to your destination, the old man started talking.

“I built most of HQ, you know. The Heroic organisation.”

“Yeah, you were one of the founders, right? One of the first non-powered people to suggest that supers might need help to become actual heroes. You got them to talk to one another, start building relationships, creating the friendships that would ultimately turn them into a team.”

“It was almost impossible to get those knuckleheads to coincide. There were only four of them back then, and they all wanted the glory and heroism to themselves, fighting for the spotlight every chance they got. We really thought our efforts weren’t gonna do anything.”

“What changed it around?”

“Anita Moreno.”

“Hah… of course she did.”

“When she came along, young and determined and confident, she elbowed out their failing attempts at leadership by actually taking charge, and making them listen to reason. By way of a beat-down if necessary.”

“That, I can believe. And I’d have loved to see it.”

“She was fearless of their powers and their masculinity, their macho-bullshit. And before long, she had them training to improve their skillsets, studying the politics of the world, saying that if they were gonna insist on meddling in other cultures, then it was also their responsibility to understand what the hell they were meddling with.”

“And that’s where you took the opportunity, I’m guessing?”

“I reached out to Anita, offering financial support in creating a training-facility for the supers, a kind of recreational area, where they could play with their abilities, test themselves against each other, without risking harm to anyone. She really liked the idea, and asked me to find out if anyone else would be interested in helping them, and over time, that’s how the Heroics were born.”

“And now it’s been tainted.”

“I don’t know that it hasn’t been completely destroyed already.”

“Henry, the organisation can never be destroyed, not as long someone’s around to fight back. And you’d better believe we are.”

“What have you brought me today, Rainbow?”

A little while later, you finally stepped into the house, and Verity’s energy hit you. Since he knew you couldn’t use your power to greet him anymore, he called to you from the kitchen and you guided Allen there.

The poor man was already pale.

“Someone I really hope you’re about to tell me I can trust.”

“A founder… this is a first. Your heart is filled with love, for your family, mostly, but that also makes you susceptible to great fear. Right now, you fear what will be left of your legacy once this mess is made public. You fear that the Heroics will be shut down, and that your life’s work will go down in history as nothing but a failed experiment. You love your creation, it gives you great pride, but you fear it too. The power it’s accumulated, and how the politics have gotten more and more in control of it. But you are innocent of any crime or conspiracy. You are, at heart, a good man.”

Allen looked like he might vomit, so you helped him to sit down and brought him a glass of water.

“Who are you?”

Verity never answered that question, no matter who was asking, so you sat down next to Henry to explain.

“He’s a very special super, that you can never mention to anyone. If you do, he’ll disappear, and we’ll have no way of knowing who’s trustworthy or not.”

“He can tell the truth? I never even spoke…”

“Verity sees the truth, like a web around people. I don’t know exactly how it works, but he can see everything, past and present. Every lie and every truth of your entire existence.”

“Incredible. And really unnerving.”

“Yes, but worth it. Thanks to him we have over 120 trusted operatives working for us all over the world, and that’s not including the Heroics.”

“That’s… impressive. But I fear this enemy is going to need much greater numbers than that, to be defeated.”

“Maybe. But 89 of those operatives are supers, and that evens the odds significantly.”

“What? But… we scan for people with abilities all over the world, we would know if that many existed.”

“Not if they’d been hiding their powers. We figured that anyone who was on the Heroics radar, would most likely be on SIC’s as well, so we focused entirely on reaching out to those that we knew were hidden. And in that process, we uncovered a whole community of powered people that want nothing to do with the fame or recognition, and once they understood the stakes, they all agreed to help us. And they, in turn, are reaching out to their friends, normal and super, to join the fight. Our numbers grow every day, Henry. We can beat these assholes; we just need a little more time.”

Verity’s energy focusing on you, broke your concentration, and you turned to look at him.

“What is it?”

“I’m not sure. Something… something in your memories.”

“If it’s my memory then why can’t you see it clearly?”

“It’s been hidden. It’s a memory you can’t see yourself.”

Your skin crawled and your heartbeat picked up, in an involuntary response to any kind of mention of your time with the mad doctor. Verity noticed.

“A painful memory. Something you don’t want to remember.”

“I don’t want to remember any of it, V.”

“Tubes, wires, machines, syringes. Your body remembers. Your cells do.”

“Pain… so much pain, your nerves remember all of it. You fought him. You bit him twice, escaped your bindings once, almost got out. He punished you for that by pouring battery-acid on your feet. He was so confident that his experiment would work that he didn’t care how much damage he caused you in the process.”

Lost in his search into your mind, Verity slowly started moving towards you, centring all his power on you, desperate to uncover everything that was hidden. You weren’t sure if he was even aware of how overbearing he was in that moment. How threatening.

He had never come across a truth he couldn’t see before, and it made him obsessive and ruthless in his pursuit of it. A part of you knew that, but your reptile brain was overcome with a sense of danger, and you backed away from him, but he followed you.

“V… please, stop.”

He didn’t even hear you.

“You’re hiding from me. I can feel the memory so clearly, wrapped in a bubble I can’t penetrate. I need to know what it is.”

He was pushing so much of his energy into your mind to try and break that bubble, that you started feeling unnaturally heavy. Your body suddenly felt like it was moving through liquid, meeting so much resistance that it exhausted you just to take a single step.

You collapsed to the floor, struggling to breathe, and still he didn’t let up. He towered over you, and somewhere in the background you heard Allen trying to reason with him, but then a splitting pain shot through your head, and you passed out.

“You stay the fuck away from me, V!”

You woke up lying on the sofa in the living room, your head still throbbing and the light burning your eyes. But from what little you could make out, Verity was sitting on a chair right next to you, and it made the bear inside you wake up with full force.

You launched yourself at him, placing a hard fist at his solar plexus, and when he involuntarily crunched forwards, his face had a very abrupt meeting with your elbow.

He fell backwards, toppling the chair over and breaking it as he hit the floor, bleeding from his nose and cheek-bone.

Allen rushed into the room from the kitchen, holding a pack of ice he’d apparently been getting for you. You wobbled over to him and swiped it from his hands to put against your right temple, while Verity slowly got to his knees.

“I saw it. The memory you were hiding, I was able to break your defence the moment before you lost consciousness.”

“I don’t care.”

“He did it in front of you. He strapped children into that chair, and made you watch as he drained them. He made you watch their strength gradually leave them as the pain got to be too much. You saw the faces of at least nine of them, wordlessly begging you for help.”

“I trapped those memories away for a reason, you asshole. Just because you need the truth like a fucking addict, doesn’t mean I do!”

The images came to you as he voiced them. You remembered those faces, fifteen of them, actually. You remembered their pain, and how much you wished that you could have borne it for them. How gladly you’d have sacrificed yourself for them, if you could have.

That was why your powers had manifested into what they did. That was why you couldn’t heal yourself, because in that time and place, you truly didn’t care if you died.

You slumped against the nearest wall and slowly allowed yourself to sink to the floor. Your head was still throbbing, and you were beyond angry.

“You do need to know this.”

“You don’t get to decide that for me! You don’t get to torture me, V, that’s what the fucking bad guys do!!”

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh, that is as close to a god damned lie as you’ve ever gotten! You don’t give a shit if your powers hurt me, as long as you get your fucking truth. If you’re sorry about anything, it’s that I’m not grateful for your efforts. Go ahead, tell me I’m wrong!”

He didn’t speak. He just sat there, looking as unbothered about everything as he always did.

“Allen, get me the hell out of here.”

“Hermosa? What’s wrong?”

You took a cab from the airport, and fell asleep about halfway home. The driver had a calm and rhythmic manner that soothed you, and he was listening to John Williams play the Concierto de Aranjuez, with the soft guitar notes making your frayed mind drift away to a warm and sunny Spain.

He woke you by gently announcing that you’d arrived at your destination, and you paid him and thanked him for his kindness, before getting out and walking towards the gate in the fence. Your legs felt like lead.

You could hear Marcus and Missy through the front door as you approached it, ingulfed in playing some boardgame, and you stopped and just listened to them for a while, leaning heavily against the door.

Your darling Missy, the same age as several of those children. But alive and happy and such a wonderful person already.

And Marcus. Your reason for living. The one that saved you, and kept saving you, despite the darkness that accompanied you.

You hadn’t kept your word about checking in with him, so when you texted him while you were waiting at the airport in Green Bay, he’d been furious at first, wanting to know why he hadn’t heard from you in almost five hours. But he’d quickly calmed as you’d simply reminded him that since he was hearing from you now, you were obviously okay, and you’d tell him everything when you saw him.

But now, standing behind that door, you didn’t want to tell him. You didn’t want to talk about it, and you didn’t want to burden him with knowing it. But you also knew that he’d see it on your face the moment you walked in. You were too tired and in too much pain still, to even try and keep up any appearances.

You took a breath, and walked inside. Marcus was on his feet the moment the door swung open, and he swept you into a tight hug as soon as he got to you, but the mildness of your response immediately had him worried.

“Could you just keep your voice down a bit, please. My head’s killing me.”

“Where you in a fight?”

He looked closer at you upon hearing that, and he realised that you were actually in terrible shape. He swept you up into his arms and carried you to the bedroom, while asking Missy to come and help him prepare a bath for you.

She went straight to the bathroom and turned on the taps, and you could hear her going into the cabinets to pull out fresh towels.

In the meantime, Marcus was helping you out of your clothes, and noticed a big black bruise on your elbow.

“No… just felt cornered.”

“By who?”

“...Verity.”

His whole posture changed, and you could feel a sudden rage emanating from him.

“Tell me what he did.”

“I’m too tired right now…”

“Querida, look at me. Tell me.”

“He… broke into the memories I’d hidden… the one’s he couldn’t see before.”

“The one’s Prince had altered?”

“No… the one’s I buried. The one’s that were too horrible… He forced them out, and now my head feels like it’s breaking apart.”

“Why would he hurt you like that?”

He picked you up again and moved you into the bathroom. Missy only stayed until the tub was full and she could close the taps, and then she hugged you gently and slipped out of the room.

Marcus took the last of your clothes off before lowering you into the warm water, and when you asked him to join you, he did, holding you close and softly stroking your skin under the water.

“He can’t stand lies, and apparently that applies to secrets as well. He just had to know; consequences be damned.”

“He’ll regret that tomorrow.”

“Don’t bother. He won’t admit to any wrong-doing. And we still need him.”

“I don’t give a fuck. The only reason I agreed to let you go was because I thought you’d be safe with him.”

“I don’t have anymore secrets for him to try and uncover now. So, technically I will be, from now on. Not that I ever wanna see him again.”

“You won’t have to. I’ll deal with him.”

“We’re still at war, honey. We’re gonna have to do a lot of things we’d rather not.”

“Fuck the war, I’ll turn my back on the whole damned thing and take you to live with the fucking penguins if that’s what it takes. I’m so tired of seeing you in pain!”

“Oh, please, keep your voice down…”

“Sorry.”

You sat in silence for a while, as the warm water started to open up your capillaries, easing your headache a bit.

“Are you gonna tell me?”

You knew what he was asking, and you really wanted to say no, but you also knew that you needed to tell him.

“Prince made me… he made me watch.”

The tears burned in your eyes, and you tried to chase the memories away, to lock them back into that little bubble where they couldn’t hurt you. But it was too late.

“Watch what?”

You didn’t want to say it out loud. It felt as though that would somehow solidify the images into reality, making them truly inescapable. He could feel your resistance, and tried to soothe you with his current, but it wasn’t enough this time.

“The… ch-children. He made me… watch them die.”

“Oh, my god…”

The next morning you felt better. The headache had eased with some real sleep and you were starting to feel human again. Marcus was right next to you, his arms securely wrapped around you while he slept, but he stirred the moment you did. It was still early enough that your monday alarms hadn’t gone off yet.

You felt him swallow repeatedly against the bile and grief that surged up in his throat as he realised what you were saying. He’d seen the lab. The extraction chair. And the freshest bodies that Prince hadn’t had time to get rid off before they found his lair. He’d seen how much pain they’d been in as they died, evident in their faces even after death.

He didn’t say anything else, and you didn’t need him to, you just needed him to hold you, and he did.

“Good morning, hermosa. Did you sleep okay?”

“Morning. Yeah, actually I did.”

“No bad dreams?”

“I think my headache might have made that impossible. It’s gone now, though.”

“Good. How do you feel about breakfast?”

“I’m looking forward to it. I still haven’t eaten in our kitchen yet.”

“Right. Eggs and toast?”

“Please.”

You went about your morning toilet and wash, before heading out to the kitchen together. Missy was already at the island, having cereal and flipping through a schoolbook, and since Marcus was already pulling out the frying pan to get started on the eggs, you sat down with her, before the school bus would get there.

“Morning, angel. Test today?”

“Yup. Maths. I got it, though.”

“Oh, I believe that, you’re good at maths. Break a leg anyway.”

“Thanks, alma. I’m aiming for top scores.”

“I like your aim.”

“Don’t worry, preciosa, her protection is in place.”

Marcus had just sat down a plate in front of you when the bus honked, and Missy ran out the door while shouting she loved both of you.

You kept staring at the closed door after she’d disappeared through it, and Marcus knew what you were thinking.

“I know, but after yesterday… I just feel a bit more protective than usual.”

“That’s entirely understandable, but please try not to stress over it. You have another one to protect as well.”

“Right… Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise, just breathe and eat calmly.”

“So, Allen got the all clear, I assume. Does that mean he’s in?”

You dug into the food and it was delicious. So much better than the airport food you’d eaten all day yesterday, even though it was just scrambled eggs and perfectly roasted toast, with those tomatoes on the side, that he’d promised you the day before.

Marcus let you finish before he started talking again.

“Yeah, he’s gonna coordinate for us at HQ, so we can keep our attention on the rest of the country, and world.”

“Is he okay?”

“Shaken, for numerous reasons, but determined to get his lives work back in order. He told me about the early days, and how he and your mom whipped the first supers into heroes.”

“Really? Mom doesn’t talk about those days much. She’s told me a lot about my father, but not that much about herself.”

“Well, she seems to have been a tour de force all her life, from what Allen described. And after what you’ve told me about your dad, I can see why he would’ve fallen for her. They were a good match.”

“She always says that the best thing about him was how good he was at driving her up the walls, because it forced her to really look at him.”

“I see what she means.”

“I don’t drive you up the walls. Do I?”

“Mostly just in the mornings, when you know I’m not susceptible to ‘fun’, but other than that, you’re pretty well behaved.”

“Oh, no, the mornings don’t count.”

“And why the hell not?”

“Because your morning mood is way too amusing not to take advantage of.”

“Hey! That is so not fair, I can’t help it that my brain just won’t start on all cylinders at once. And, for the record, this is the second morning in a row that I haven’t been cranky first thing.”

His whole face lit up in a dazzling smile at that.

“Wow. That’s more than just a record, babe, that’s almost worthy of a mention on CNN.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Sorry to interrupt.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?! How could you do that to her?! I have always been your friend, protected you, guided you, helped you any way I could… and you almost kill my wife!!”

A voice came from the living room, and with the way the house was designed, about half of that space was visible from the kitchen, while the other half was hidden behind the dining room.

He didn’t need to step into view from behind the wall that separated the two areas, for either of you to know who it was. The truth-seeker had a very recognisable tone and rhythm of speech. But when he did appear, you couldn’t help yourself from getting out of your chair and taking a few steps back towards the kitchen counter, needing as much space between you as possible.

Marcus, on the other hand, turned positively feral. He rushed Verity and wrestled him to the floor, while screaming at him.

“I would never have let her come to any harm.”

You’d never seen him angry like this. Usually he internalised it, afraid to let it loose because of what his powers might do, but this was more than anger. He felt betrayed by one of his oldest friends, and it enraged him in a way that didn’t even involve his powers.

He had Verity pinned on the floor and was sitting on top of him with his hands around his neck, every muscle in his body was tensed to the breaking-point and there where visible veins pulsing in his face, neck and arms.

“Are you seriously fucking lying to me right now?! You did harm her, you ignorant piece of shit! Just because she’s the strongest fucking person you’ve ever met, doesn’t mean you can’t hurt her! She could barely even walk!”

“But she’s not damaged. Her mind is intact.”

“I don’t believe this…I don’t fucking believe it!”

He got off of Verity and dragged him up to standing before shoving him down on the nearest chair, still keeping himself in between you and the trespasser. He paced in front of him while he continued to rail at him.

“Are you seriously telling me, that you don’t know the difference between physically harming someone, and hurting them? How is that even possible, with all the crap you went through as a kid? How do you not know the difference?!”

“It was a memory. Hiding them away only ever hurts you, I was trying to help her.”

“Did you see the fucking memory?!”

“Yes.”

“Tell me exactly how seeing those faces for the rest of her life is gonna help her!”

“It already has.”

His eyes shifted to yours, and you instinctively tried to back away further.

“That memory has already made you understand why you have the powers you do.”

His energy flowed through you, and it made you feel sick. You closed your eyes in a useless attempt to keep him out, but you felt him explore your mind again, bringing those images to the forefront of your thoughts.

“Seeing their suffering solidified everything that you are. Through all his torture and experiments, all you wanted was to live. But for them… you wanted to die. You wanted to exchange your life for theirs. That’s your true strength – your armour and your weapon. Look at their faces, Rain. See them and know who you are.”

“You think that just because you know the truth, you understand everything? Do you think you know how this feels? Do you think you have any idea how much this hurts me? Do you not even see how you’re manipulating me?”

Your blood suddenly boiled with fury. Who was he to command your thoughts? To impose his perspective on you? This man that had hurt you so badly, only to uncover a truth he had no right to.

The entire house shook as your powers awoke with a vengeance. You snapped your eyes back open just as Marcus turned back to look at you, realising what was happening.

But you loved this house, you weren’t gonna put a single fucking dent on it.

Reaching into that special place inside of you, where you’d learned you could find that sparkling dust, you drew it out and gathered it in large quantities on the floor in front of Verity. Then you allowed your mind to fill with the images of those innocent children, in their dying moments, and transferred those images into the dust.

Fifteen lifelike sculptures appeared in the sparkles, perfect re-creations of the dead and long forgotten sacrifices, that Verity had never met, never known, and yet felt he had the right to use like string-puppets.

He had the audacity to smile at your creations.

His smile faded as you spoke, but he made no attempt to apologise.

“You’re using my pain to force my hand. You know that my powers hurt me, and you force me to use them anyway. And for what? To try and prove you were right?”

“No. If anything, my efforts should tell you exactly how much we need your powers in this war. You asked me to help you win it. That’s all I’m doing.”

“And if our baby dies because of it, that’s just another sacrifice for the greater good?!”

The sculptures collapsed into mere piles on the floor, and you glared at him furiously, daring him to answer you.

“I don’t believe your baby will be harmed by your abilities.”

“Your beliefs are of no fucking relevance to me. Tell me if you would care… at all… if another child had to die in order for us to win this war?”

He paused, but not to consider his answer, only how you would react to it.

“No. I wouldn’t care. Wars kill people, of all ages, it doesn’t discriminate. Many more will die before it’s over, and if we’re going to be outraged over each and every one of them, then we won’t have time to fight.”

Marcus closed his eyes and bowed his head.

“That’s not the point, V. The point is that we only win if we still care. If we stop caring about life and suffering, then we might as well join the assholes. Can’t you see that?”

“I haven’t lived like you have, Marcus. Caring has never been a luxury I’ve been able to enjoy. I have nothing. No possessions, no family, one person I would call a friend, and whom, despite my best efforts, I do care about.”

“Then it should matter to you whether or not my family is safe and well.”

“It does, and they are. When I say that I don’t believe that your wife’s powers will harm your child, I’m not just guessing. I can see your powers, Rain, the core of them. And while they do damage you a little bit every time you use them, I don’t believe that that damage actually harms you. I believe it slowly changes you.”

“Changes me… Why? Into what?”

“I couldn’t say for sure, but I don’t think it’s that kind of change. I think it’s simply trying to make you stronger, physically. As in, superhumanly strong. Invincible. And if anyone’s body could – it’d be yours.”

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the-last-millenial-disaster · 3 years

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Hi!!! I love ur headcannons!! Can you make a post on the agents favorite subjects please??

(a/n: Thank you for the ask! I’ll assume you mean school subjects? Because that’s what I’ll be doing)

Okay we’re gonna go in proper order.

Brimstone: History nerd. Popped off at every single US history quiz there was, had and still does vast trivia knowledge of world’s history and excelled in any political science related debate topic. Even in the army, he made time to pick up a book now and then.

Viper: You’re not going to believe this but...chemistry. Who would have thought. She was impossible to beat.

Omen: Physical science. I can’t list the exact subject since we dont really know where he went to school, but I always headcannoned him as someone who ended up majoring in Physics.

Killjoy: Math and Computer science. Mainly because it was easy for her. She taught herself programming way before they brought it up in school. She can remember numbers like noone’s business. Killjoy really enjoyed math since she could always come to a logical conclusion, and numbers just made sense to her (as much as many would argue otherwise).

Cypher: He could never keep his fingers from fiddling with something, so he took a liking to technology. It introduced him to a world of possibilities. If he got anything less than top marks in math he would beat himself up about it for weeks. Cypher was one of those talented students that didn’t have to try to excel. He became fluent in French before his sweet 17 (if you didn’t know french is mandatory in Moroccan schools). But like it often happens with ‘gifted’ children, school started catching up to him as he neared the end of his general secondary school. Due to his uh...unlawful commitment he continued his education by himself from 18 forward.

Sova: Homeschooled, since he was brought up in literal tundra. Adores Russian literature and, as a matter of fact, has the biggest book collection in the entire V.P. base. Big enough for them to start calling it The Library. Collection cosists of books in various languages, english alphabet and Cyrilllic script. He liked natural sciences too, but he learned all of that in practice, on the hunt.

Sage: Sage loved social sciences, especially philosophy. She also adored Arts and is still a very talented artist.

Phoenix: PE. I mean. What did you expect exactly. He was quite popular, and played football (soccer not whatever Americans think they’re doing) on the school team.

Jett: Well...for her it’s a bit complicated. South Korea demands a lot from their students, the enviornment is incredibly competitive. Jett really wanted to be an athlete, she excelled in any physical activity. Unfortunately, her parent(s) didn’t support her, so she had to become what they wanted her to be. That caused her to hate school, hate her parent(s), and go trough a long rebellious phase she never truly grew out of.

Reyna: She was generally uninterested in school and never had a favourite subject. However, she enjoyed the competitive nature of PE.

Raze: Chemistry. Raze was always a curious person. Her interests changed constantly, until she found out how to make things explode. Then her interests varied only for the things she could throw high up in the air.

Breach: Ok ok I know what you guys are expecting, but his favourite subject wasn’t PE. They barely let him go to a normal school, since he didn’t have the high tech prosthesis when he was a kid. Breach was always somehow excluded from the PE classes and the only feeling he can associate with that class is loneliness. Instead, teenage Breach focused more on subjects that were more theory than practice. He loved Swedish. He loved English. In the last couple years of high school, he got his first advanced prosthesis. That’s when he started to take a liking to everything that helped him improve his motorics. He started with higher intensity sports and became the Breach you know and love.

Skye: Now here’s a born and raised naturallist. She was always curious about the environment and as a result excelled in environmental studies, along with Indigenous studies and Geography. Being a very outdoorsy person she would have been fine with school, if only they didn’t make her sit in one place for six hours.

(A/N: The amount of research I did for this ask beats my school related search history. Not sure if that’s good or bad. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it! My inbox is always open for new requests or just saying hello. Seriously, the amount of serotonin that releases after I get an ask is ridiculous.

I wanted to thank all of the people who are following me, the support you have shown me is greatly appreciated and motivating.

The upcoming posts will include:

Reyna headcannons

Theory post about Omen & Viper

Sova Headcannons

I plan to eventually do all of them, but if you’d like me to start working on some earlier, let me know. Right now I’m just making them in random order.)

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mahoushojoe · 3 years

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(regarding that ask-meme you reblogged) I would be very interested in reading your opinions on Scar, because he deserves every drop of appreciation he can get

AAAA DJKAID OKAY TIME TO R A N T ABOUT MY MAN

(SPOILER WARNING FOR BOTH 2003 AND BROTHERHOOD)

Why I like them:

Okay so....where to begin. Most important to me, I think, is that Scar is not a very common character. So many pieces of media focusing on war and genocide focus on the bad effects on the agents of it, but rarely on the (largely brown) victims, and never in a way that vindicates them. The FMA adaptations vary in the ways they handle Scar, but all of them give you the general idea that Scar has a definite right to feel this wrathful. Scar's arc isn't really about forgiving his oppressors by any means- he still fucking hates them at the end of both series, and for good reason. But he learns to direct his trauma and experiences into something that is more constructive for himself and for his community (in Brotherhood). This is shown in like the brilliant visual motif of him getting the deconstruction tattoo during the most traumatic and violent part of his life, but then gaining the reconstruction tattoo over the course of Brotherhood. In 03, despite the fact that he dies, I still like how he went out and how the show didn't really villainize him. He just has a lot of agency, and I like that.

What else, what else. His design is just fucking cool. His outfit rocks, he has white hair and red eyes, he's brown, he's a warrior priest, he's distinctly ~ Muslamic ~, he's cool as FUCK. He canonically likes cute animals and just adopts this little foreign princess for the hell of it. He's just COOL. Also he says some of the most absolutely metal lines in the series.

In short, Scar is really fucking cool, visually and narratively, and I have yet to find a character of color treated with his nuance in media.

Why I don't:

I can't really find a lot of answers to this tbh... I maybe find it hard that he was kinda chummy with General Armstrong at the end of Brotherhood? idk, he's cool as fuck, I love him.

Favorite episode:

The one where its his final fight against Wrath/Fuhrer Bradley, in Brotherhood. Like.........what a culmination. What a FINALE. First of all, the sheer brilliance of Scar, a dude whose entire motivation at the beginning was just wrath and revenge, fighting the literal PERSONIFICATION OF WRATH, thereby being a VISUAL REPRESENTATION OF HIS CHOICE TO MOVE BEYOND WRATH AND TO BECOME TRUE JUSTICE, just. WOWS me every time. It's also like a really fucking epic fight? And just....the way the show VINDICATES scar's beliefs because scar, in doing alchemy, is going against the teachings of ishvala, and Bradley mocks it, right? WELL, we pretty much get the implication that while BRADLEY is the personification of AMESTRIS' wrath, SCAR is the wrath of ISHVALA. SCAR IS ISHVALA. And he only STARTS BEING THAT when he stops convincing himself that he acts for Ishvala- he acts for his people. And it's just a wonderful callback to this scene where Bradley had mocked the Ishvallan leader with words a la "where is your god now? where is his wrath?" and then LIKE. THERE HE IS DUDE HE JUST FUCKING K I L L E D YOU

Ugh, the brilliance.

Also of course it goes without saying that it was very cathartic to see Scar be the one to kill the person who directly ordered his people's genocide in the first place.

Favorite season/movie:

I'm gonna interpret this as whether I like him more in 2003 or Brotherhood, and to be honest: I can't tell you. I like both Scars a lot.

Favorite line:

"My sympathy will not be spent on soldiers. Neither should yours." banger

"Your only solace from my wrath shall be damnation!" BANGER

Favorite outfit:

He only really has one outfit lmao but I will say I love the Adidas tracksuit/yellow jacket/sunglasses fit

OTP:

TBH he hasn't really been the most romantic dude huh. I've never really shipped him with anyone. He had a really interesting dynamic with Lust in 2003 though, I wish the fandom explored that more.

BROTP:

MEI!!! HIS DAUGHTER MEI CHANG!!!!!!! AND HIS OTHER DAUGHTER XIAO MEI!!!!! HE LOVES HIS DAUGHTER!!!!! HE DRIVES HER TO BALLET PRACTICE!!!!! HE TOOK HER TO SEE FROZEN IN MOVIE THEATERS!!!!! HE IS!!! HER FATHER!!!!

ok fr though there's sth so beautiful and poignant abt that scene where he listens to how mei is trying to save her people from starvation and how emotionally exhausted she is from the search for the philosopher's stone and from losing xiao mei and then deciding to help her find her even though he has no obligation to like....gets me every time

or when she comes back with envy and he's like "!!!! you fool!!!!! go save your people!!!!" and mei starts crying so he's like "alright stop crying you can stay" like????? what a fucking DAD

they also kick ass together

Headcanon:

Hm. Post B-hood he doesn't really become the new leader of Ishval or anything but he does become a very prolific and influential theologian with many seminal works on the history and religion of Ishval. Also, he and Mei keep in touch. They send letters and occasionally visit. She shares all the gossip with him so he has dirt on every single person of importance in Xing and Amestris. He pretends he doesn't care about the drama, but he's intrigued.

A wish:

I wish he got more screentime? He's just cool.

An oh-god-please-don't-ever-happen:

well, the franchise has been over for like......11 years. thank god he wasn't in the live action.

5 words best to describe them:

cool, sexy, talented, showstopping, amazing

My nickname for them:

do people??? nickname their favorite characters????

Anyway, thank you so much for the ask!!!!!! I enjoyed this!!!

#ask game #scar #fma #fma03 #fmab #1st-worldsaver

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maskedpeach · 4 years

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RPG Maker Fever Hero & Issues

Warning: This article may contain spoilers and the content inappropriate for children…or may not contain.But get the children away from the screen just in case.

Five little authors went out to write. One little author has missed the deadline. Four little authors didn’t pay him much mind. Three authors are left since fourth drank the lye. Three little authors are bursting with confidence. One overworked himself and other two ignored his absence. Two little authors try to finish hard task. Teddy bear hugged one and one stands at last. One little author is left all alone. He hung himself on the chandelier and then there were none…Then who has finished this article? And why this teddy bear is giving me a weird look?

1. Walking on a Star Unknown

Walking on a Star Unknown is the latest game made by Segawa and most heartwarming out of her three games (while End Roll was more heartbreaking than heartwarming, and Farethere City is somewhere in-between). Game tells a story of two alien siblings, whose ship has crashed on the unfamiliar planet, where they decide to participate in the cooking tournament to get their ship fixed. Gameplay is simple yet very fun - most of the time you gather ingredients, learn new recipes, do side-quests and make friends with the planet inhabitants. Game has memorable cast of characters with their own interesting stories and bright and stylish visuals. As previous Segawa’s games Star also has some disturbing themes and some areas are dark and creepy, but overall tone of the game is bright and optimistic.

2. Witch’s Heart

Actually I wrote the detailed review on this game few posts ago, but I’m still including WH in the article for those who are lazy to read that enormous wall of a text. The most notable part of the game is its plot (which is interesting to follow and full of good twists) and memorable cast of well-developed characters. Along with it WH has entertaining gameplay (mini-games included), great presentation and catchy soundtrack. Overall it is one of the best games I’ve ever played, so if you like rpg-horrors I suggest to at least give it a try. Game is still unfinished, currently only one ending (out of four routes) is available, but even in the present state it means about 15-20 hours of gameplay.

3. The Mystery Files of Detective Inaba No. 1, 2, 3

Here goes a game trilogy about Sogo Inaba-a tsundere detective with adorable side and Nina Arimura – his energetic assistant, together they solve various cases, some of the cases are pretty normal, and others are somewhat paranormal. First game of the series is a detective with minor supernatural horror elements – some rpg-horror typical puzzles and minor chasing sequences included. Second game is purely realistic and much more simple gameplay-wise comparing to the first game. Stories in first two games resemble Agatha Christie’s detective novels mixed with japanese psychological horrors. Third game of the series is closer to pure survival horror with minor detective elements and plays like many other rpg-horrors . To be honest, the third game is my personal favorite, since it is the most polished game out of three and the good conclusion for the Inaba and Arimura’s story. All three games are about 2 hours long and have great presentation (like quality art-style and great in-game music).

4. Asadoke no Majo

Asadoke no Majo starts with our protagonist Yui arguing with her father and as a result running away from home to …another country, where resides their old family mansion along with dark family secret and a handsome guy managing the estate as a bonus. Game is about 2 hours long and has pretty simple puzzles, minor jumpscares and several chasing scenes (but a final chase is the only frustrating one). Despite being pretty typical rpg-horror Asadoke no Majo leaves very positive impression thanks to bright cast of characters (the Nogi guy here is something else), good story and atmosphere along with well-chosen soundtrack. Currently game is available in japanese and russian.

5. Hero & Daughter

H&D is a dungeon-crawler made by tachi (Headless Prisoner, Moonlight Ghost, Hello?Hell…o?), which mocking famous fantasy cliché “hero defeats a dark lord”.Our hero Ralph get his level reduced to 1 because of his arrogance, and with this permanent level 1 he is tasked to defeat the Demon Lord. Again. That’s where Ralph’s friend of the haremancer class comes to rescue. This guy can summon pretty girls (including heroines from previous tachi’s games like Erina and Akari) to help Ralph in his quest. H&D is fun and entertaining, battles are fast-pacing, dungeons are complex, visuals are nice, also game has enormous level-cap and loads of optional content and many playable characters. Plot may be simple, but H&D has good humor and characters ( even generic Ralph got a nice personality). If you like quality role-playing games I highly recommend to try it out

6. Ai korosu yori, Ai korosaretai

An ordinary (alright, maybe a bit eccentric) family moves into new house. Soon after that their daughter Lucy falls with high fever.When she gets better, she discovers that her parents are gone and various weird phenomena is occurring in the house. To find the missing parents Lucy will have to search the house and learn about its history full of mysterious disappearances and tragic events. AiAi has very interesting story (good mix of horror and sci-fi) and entertaining gameplay with interesting puzzles and action cut-ins. Also beside proceeding the story you can also do some optional stuff like gathering collectibles and later saving runaway cows. If you like quality horror-adventures I highly recommend to try this game out. AiAi is currently available in japanese and russian.

7. Escatpade

Here goes another quality game for those who is tired from horror and tragedy and wants something warm and relaxing. Escatpade is about the girl who falls into the pit and finds herself in the weird place full of adorable talking cats. Game is nice and fun, have a bright, adorable designs and simple yet elegant puzzles. Also some items in the inventory can change appearance of our heroine (like clothes, glasses and stuffed kittycats).

8. Tower of Feles

ToF made by the author of Escatpade and also full of adorable cats. But unlike Escatparade this game is slightly more challenging. ToF is an action-puzzle where your objective is save your little sister from evil witch. In order to do so you have to climb on top of the tower, solving various puzzles and avoiding witch’s servants in the process. Every floor has a time limit, and if either time runs out or your health drops to zero you’ll have to start the floor over. Game is a bit tricky and very fun to play. If you have beaten Escatpade and want more cats and cuteness- Tower of Feles is what you need.

9. Twilight Epic

Twilight Epic is a sequel to Amayado Bus Stop. This time the main character is Akane’s and Akari’s cousin Akino, who receives a call from unknown girl, who tells him about certain “promise” and right after that he finds this girl’s dead body (or not quite dead). The boy decides to find out the truth and grown-up Chitose and Akari are helping him out. Game is far more simple than its predecessor-puzzles are mostly gone and chasing scenes are pretty straightforward, but still the game is very enjoyable, since story is good and heartwarming. Also game has quality art-style and skit system similar to one in Tales series. Twilight Epic is currently available in japanese and russian.

10. Peret em Heru: For the Prisoners

Peret em Heru is survival horror with rpg-elements about a group of tourists, lead by an archeologist, professor Tsuchida, exploring ancient ruins underneath the Great Pyramid of Giza. Needless to say, that these ruins are filled with deadly traps and Tsuchida’s intentions are far from mere scientific interest. Gameplay resembles Sweet Home and Corpse Party –Rebuilt-, but more simple and straightforward – you play as one of the tourists, fight monsters, grind levels, and save your teammates from booby traps. Overall Peret em Heru is a nice game with stylish old-fashioned visuals and good music, game is about 3 hours long and have one ending, which varies depending on how many of your teammates have survived.

11. The Object

You awake in the dark room in the unknown place and find out that not only your memories are gone, but your head is gone as well. On top of that you can attach literally anything to an empty place where your head once was. Now your goal is to regain the lost memories along with the head and leave the house. Game consists from exploration and simple yet elegant puzzles, which you solve by swapping your heads. Game is pretty interesting and has five endings , to get all of them you’ll need about 30 minutes.

12. Colors: Lost Memories

This time you play as a little girl who finds herself in the colorless world inhabited by talking animals. To get back home she must return this world its colors. Colors have stylish visuals highly reminiscent of old GBC games as well as unique puzzles based on using various colors you get during the game at the right places. First you can use only one color (for example red is needed to light or put out fire), later you will be able to activate up to three colors at the same time.Game is cute and fun to play, approximate time of the playthrough is one hour.

13. Nemoral

Nemoral is a short game about two cops who end up in the abandoned mansion while chasing the cult followers, assuming that they have something to do with the recent disappearances of children. And this mansion hides pretty dark secret about a project based on the famous fairy tale. Nemoral is quality action-horror, where both visuals and gameplay is somewhat resemble very first Resident Evil (in the good way of course). The only con of Nemoral is anti-climatic ending (game was made for the contest, and author was short on time). But even in present state the game is still enjoyable.

14. B*x. Colorful.

I’ve decided to unite both games in one mini-review, since they are both made by the same author and both are very short. B*x is about lonely girl in bunny outfit, who lives with her boyfriend, the only person who cares about her. But it seems like he’s hiding something from her. Game is about 30 minutes long and have few easy puzzles. Colorful is only 10 minutes long and have no puzzles at all, and more depressing than B*x. In Colorful you just listen to the story and watch pictures. Both games have very nice art style.

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sugarsugarmoon · 4 years

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Something New (m)

Summary: You suggest to your boyfriend, Jin, that you try something new in the bedroom, and you aren’t sure how he’s going to react.

Genre: Smut and a small amount of Angst

Warnings: masturbation, oral sex (m. receiving), fingering, soft dom!Jin, swallowing, marking, a very small amount of cum play, an accidental tiny bit of angst

Word count: 3967

A/N: so...here it is. My first fic published here. I did not picture it was going to be smut, but here it is. Thank you so much to @taetaesbaebaepsae for encouraging me and loving me. You inspire me, and I love you. Also, thanks to @purpletigertaetae for being hella supportive.

You had been nervous to see your boyfriend, Jin, because you hadn’t talked to him since this morning when you’d mentioned to him that you might like to try to be a little “more adventurous” in the bedroom. He usually texted you throughout the day with dumb jokes and puns he thought of, but he had been upset when you left. It’s not that sex with him was bad; you just wanted to expand.

Sex with Jin was good, but it was starting to feel a little bland after years of the same thing over and over. You had a routine. Only in the dark, in your bedroom at night before going to sleep. You would start by making out. He would put his hands in your shirt and roll his thumbs over your nipples until you whimpered for him, then he would shift slightly on top of you and put his hand in your underwear. He would rub your clit and finger you at varying speeds and intervals (you’d tried telling him that it’s better to just do one thing at a consistent speed, but he got so excited that he had a hard time controlling himself). He would be bucking into your hip by the time you hit your orgasm (if you hit it). It was never an overwhelming, blacking-out, toe-curling orgasm. Just a tensing of muscles and a release of pressure. It felt good, but it never felt amazing. After that you’d get on top of him and grind down on his clothed length. You would slide down, kissing his stomach on the way down and take his length into your mouth. You’d bob up and down, tasting his salty precum until he pulled you up to ride his dick until he came. You would ride him, leaned back, tits bouncing until he hit his release. When he came, he came hard, and then it was done.

Every time. The same thing. For years.

And it was fine. Until one day, you read a story online. You hadn’t been looking for smut, really. It came up in a search for something else, and the prose was intriguing. Before you knew it, you were soaking through your panties reading about one character tying the other to the bed, choking her, and degrading her. You masturbated in the shower thinking about those scenes, crying out as you came hard from rubbing gentle, slow circles on your clit.

So you read more. Everything that you could get your hands on, particularly the ones where a mild-mannered guy took a dominant role.

After that, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was on your mind in everything that you did. As you folded the laundry, you couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to have your hands bound to the headboard with the lace panties you were folding absentmindedly again and again. As you typed up reports at work, you wondered what it would feel like to have Jin call you “his little slut,” instead of the usual “princess” or simply “y/n.”

Jin noticed how distracted you were. When he rolled on top of you, rutting against you like always while rolling your clit between his fingers, you didn’t respond to his body the way that you normally did, didn’t lean up into him, arching your back. He didn’t say anything right away, ego feeling slightly bruised, but he had definitely noticed.

Then one morning, as you sat at the table with your coffee cup, he stood over you until you looked up at him with big, confused eyes.

“All right. What is up with you? Am I doing something wrong?” he asked, his voice revealing the hurt that his expression was trying to cover.

“Nothing? What? No,” you responded confused and taken aback by his sudden accusations.

“The last few times that we’ve had sex you’ve clearly been...distracted. So what is it? I’m starting to worry. Is there someone else?”

Tears are starting to pool behind his eyes as he crosses his arms in front of his chest.

“What? No. Baby, oh my god. No.”

You stand up, reaching for him, but he pulls away, refusing to look into your eyes.

“Don’t say it’s nothing. Don’t say that nothing is wrong because something is definitely wrong.”

“Jin, baby, you have to believe me. You aren’t doing anything wrong. I’m not cheating on you. I don’t know where this is coming from, but I think I’m maybe just distracted by work.”

“Stop lying to me. Just tell me,” he says in a barely audible, miserable voice, a single tear cinematically rolling down his cheek.

“Fuck, Jin. No please. Fuck,” you coo.

You hadn’t realized how much this would hurt him. You had been afraid to ask him, afraid to hurt him or make him think that you didn’t like what you had. But now he’s staring at you with so much pain and fear in his eyes that you know that you have to tell him. You take a step forward, gently placing your hands on his shoulders and sigh.

“Jin, look at me. It’s not that you’re doing anything wrong. I...I just was reading something online, and I think that I’d like to...change things up a little bit in bed. There are some things that I want to try that I think that you might like to. I want you to dom me, and I...I didn’t know how to bring it up. I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”

“Things you want to try? So I am doing something wrong.”

“No, baby, I promise. That’s not it. I love what we do, but I know it could be even better.”

Your phone buzzes on the table, and you look down to see that it’s 10 minutes past the time that you needed to leave for work. Fuck.

“Go,” he says meekly, “we can finish this later.”

You look him in the eyes, trying to convey as much love as possible with your gaze. You run your thumb over his cheek to wipe away the tear streaks and chastely kiss his lips.

“I love you,” you say, as you gather your keys and phone off the table.

“I love you too. So much,” he whispers as you glance over your shoulder before shutting the door.

***

Jin felt torn. He knew felt like you wouldn’t lie to him, and he trusted you. But you had been so distant, and you’d never acted like that before. You were always the first person to laugh at his stupid jokes, and you were the person who would rub your hand up his thigh, kiss up his neck to his ear, and moan into his mouth.

He tried to do his normal off-day routine, but he couldn’t seem to focus on anything. Two things you had said stuck in his mind. You had been doing some reading, and you wanted him to dom you. He’d be lying if he said he had thought about you pliant and submissive underneath him, following his every command. He didn’t know that you had been interested in that because it had never come up in conversation.

By noon, Jin can’t control his curiosity anymore. He sits down in front of your computer opens the browser. He goes into your history, and there it is: countless pornographic short stories that you had been reading. He couldn’t help but think that he really needed to teach you how to use Incognito again. He starts to click through the stories and read. He is captivated by the stories on the screen. Thousands of words describing unassuming, mild-mannered guys with substantial dicks taking control of a normally self-assured, career-driven woman. When he reads the words “my little slut,” for the umpteenth time he feels himself hardening in his pants. He loves you so much, and he wants everyone, including you, to know that you are only a slut for one person, you’re his little slut.

***

When you walk in the door, you aren’t sure what to expect. After this morning, you’re worried that Jin is going to tell you to get your stuff and get out. You throw down your bag and keys, calling out for Jin.

When you come around the corner to your bedroom, he meets you there and, without saying a word, pushes you up against the wall with his body. You let out a little surprised “ooh” as your back hits the wall and he presses his lips into yours. His firm, broad chest presses into yours and keeps your firmly in place. He guides your mouth with his hard, feverish kisses that make your face heat up. As he leans further into you, his already hard cock presses against your stomach, and you feel the heat spreading down through your belly and between your thighs. He pulls away from your lips and starts to nip at your neck and collarbone.

“Hi to you too,” you say. “What’s going on?”

With his mouth still against your skin, he responds, “I did some reading. You should learn to clear your browser history.”

He bites down on the skin on your neck sucking and laving his tongue over the bruise you can already feel forming. You are too turned on to be embarrassed that he saw all the smut you’d be reading. He brings his large hand into your hair, running his fingertips over your scalp before wrapping your hair around his fist. He lifts his eyes and meets your gaze. He gives a gentle tug of your hair.

“Is this all right?” he asks before moving any further.

You nod as vigorously as you can with all of your hair in his hand.

“Uh uh, baby girl, use your words,” he admonishes.

“Yes. Please pull my hair, Jin.”

He presses his mouth to yours again, full lips overpowering yours while his tongue traces along your bottom lip. He pulls his lips away from yours and pulls gently on your hair. You can’t help the urge to talk that comes over you.

“Please, Jin, harder.”

He looks at you with something like menace in his eyes, pulling your hair until you feel the pricks in your scalp. The tug angles your head differently, and Jin runs his tongue along the newly exposed line from your collarbone up to below your ear then nips at the skin of your neck.

You cannot stop the moan that escapes you, deep and primal.

“You don’t call the shots anymore,” a breathy whisper tickles your ear, “...this is okay, right?”

“Yes. You’re amazing. You’re so fucking hot,,” you whisper back as your mouth finds his again, his hand still pulling your hair taut.

He pushes into you again, thrusting his erect dick into you for friction and lets out a small, low moan. He releases your hair and pushes you onto the bed.

“Take your clothes off,” he commands, tone unrecognizable from the sweet, silly boy that usually occupies that body.

You throw your shirt over your head and pull your jeans down, struggling to kick them off. You look up to see two intense, blown out eyes watching you.

“All of it.”

You unhook your lace bra and throw it to the side, keeping eye contact. His tongue darts to the corner of his mouth, and his eyes follow your hands as you hook your thumbs into the waistband of your panties and slide them down your thighs and kick them off toward him. He catches them and makes a low growl in his chest. He puts them to his nose and inhales deeply before he throws them aside.

“Lie down and spread yourself open for me,” the voices commands again.

You do as your told, slightly embarrassed by how much you are dripping from the domineering persona Jin has taken on.

“Oh, so wet for me? I can see you glistening from here, baby. You’re such a little slut for this cock, aren’t you?”

Your eyes widen at the use of the term, and you feel your cunt unexpectedly clench around nothing. You whimper again just from his word.

“Is this okay?” He asks again, with wide innocent eyes. When you nod, he continues, “then use your words, you little slut. If I have to tell you again, I’m going to punish you.”

“I’m sorry, Jin. I’ll be good.”

He throws his head back and moans deep in his chest. He begins palming his cock through his pants and looks back down at you, making brief eye contact before looking at your drenched pussy.

“Fuck, I’ve never been this hard before. You’re such a slut for me, getting me all worked up like this. Touch yourself, and show me,” he practically growls.

You slide your hand down between your legs and begin to rub slow circles on your clit, already feeling like you could come just from tone in Jin’s voice and the domination in his actions. You moan as you feel the tightness in your stomach begin and your pussy clenches again.

“Don’t cum until I tell you,” Jin grunts, taking a step closer, so, now, he’s standing between your legs inches from your arousal. You want to reach out, shove his pants down, and pull him into you, but he was giving you exactly what you asked for this morning. You remove your fingers from your clit and slide them down your folds. You rest them at your entrance and look up to Jin for approval. When he winks at you, his usual cocky wink, you slip a finger inside.

As you pump in and out, you feel the desire clawing in your chest, begging to be let out. Begging to be fucked.

“Please, J-Jin,” you whimper.

“Please what, my little cock slut?” He responds.

“Please let me see your dick. Please Jin, I need it. I need you. Please.” You have never begged anyone for anything in your life, and both you and Jin know it. But the pleas fall off your tongue anyway, and Jin groans.

“Fuck, I don’t think I can do this. I’m gonna cum in my pants if you keep doing that,” his eyes look a little panicked, as he undoes his belt and pushes his pants down his hips. He bulge strains against his underwear, tip visible poking out of the top of the waistband. After he’s kicked his pants aside, he glances from your eyes to where you are desperately thrusting your fingers into your cunt. His fingers start twitching watching you do it. “Let me feel how wet you are.”

He takes his hand squeezes your hip first, licking his lips. You pull your hand away and gently stroke his forearm. He runs his thumb over your clit, down through your folds, and gently presses it against your entrance before sliding it back up. You whimper at the contact.

“So wet for me, huh?” He takes his thumb and brings it to your lips. You open your mouth, and he presses it against your tongue. “Taste it. Taste what I do to you. Only I can do this to you.” You lave your tongue around his thumb, then shut your lips around it and suck. “You’re mine,” he states before bringing his hand back to your core.

“I’m yours, Jin. Only yours,” you whine back to him as he slips two fingers inside you. “Only wet like this for you.”

When Jin starts to pump his fingers into you, he keeps a steady pace, curling his fingers up to hit the bundle of nerves inside you while gently rolling his thumb in slow steady circles over your clit. You’ve been stimulated for so long that before you know it you are whimpering, muscled starting to clench.

“Please, Jin, please let me cum. Please I’ve been a good girl. I’ll be a good girl. Please,” you’re rambling, words spilling out of your mouth, head thrown back, eyes pressed tightly shut.

“Look at me,” Jin commands. You peel your eyes open and meet his dark, fiery gaze. “Cum.”

The tightness in your belly snaps, and you feel a floodgate breaking in your core as a rush of warmth is all you can feel. Your mind is blank and all you can see are iridescent swirls behind your eyes, the sound of the room muffled as if you’re under water. The only thing in the world is the sensation between your legs. Your toes feel like they’ll never uncurl, and primal, guttural sounds are escaping from deep within you.

As you start to catch your breath, coming down from your high, you whisper, “Holy shit” and feel Jin slip his fingers out of you.

Once your eyes start to focus again, you see Jin has his cock in his hand, eyes wild, breathing heavy. “I want to feel you on my dick,” he growls.

“Okay, come here, I’ll ride you,” you respond.

“That’s not what I mean. And, you aren’t in charge remember? I told you I was going to punish you if you did it again.”

Oh shit. The idea thrills you.

“I’m sorry, Jin. I’ll take my punishment.” You watch as Jin brings his hand back to your pussy, swiping at your arousal pooled between your legs. He collects it on his fingers and strokes it down his cock, groaning slightly as he does it. He reaches his fingers back to you and does it again until his cock is shiny with your arousal. He pumps his cock a few more times before he says anything. “Get on your knees,” he commands.

You shakily push yourself off the bed, muscles exhausted from the intense orgasm he’d just given you. He grips his shirt from the back and pulls it over his head. His broad chest, one of the things that turns you on the most, bare, his nipples hard, begging to be touched. “Are you still okay with this?” Jin asks in a much more self-assured voice than the last time.

“Yes,” you respond from your spot on the floor in front of him, “I’ll tell you if I’m not okay. And maybe just...ask me before you do anything crazy…”

“Don’t worry, baby. You’re such a little slut, but you’re my little slut. I’ll take care of you.” He takes his cock, still slick with your arousal, and runs it across your slightly parted lips. “I want you to lick yourself off of me. I want you to taste us both to remind you whose little slut you are.”

You open your mouth and circle your tongue around the head of his cock before taking it into your mouth. As you suck, you taste the familiar salty taste of his precum, but this time it’s mixed with the musky taste that Jin had put on your tongue earlier. The taste of you and Jin mixed together has heat rushing to your core, and you lick a stripe up the underside of his dick, swirling your tongue around it as you move up the shaft. You take the head of his dick in your mouth, rolling your tongue around it. You feel him twitch in your mouth, and you moan around him, reaching your hand up to help stimulate his cock. He gently slaps your hand away. “Keep your hands behind your back. I’m going to...take control,” he said a little hesitantly.

You put your hands behind your back adjust the position your kneeling in, settling back on your heels. You look up and make eye contact with Jin, who, despite having his throbbing cock gently resting on your slightly parted lips, is looking down at you with a gentle affection in his eyes. “I really need you to tell me that this is okay before I do this.”

You flick your tongue over the head of his dick. “Jin, baby, please. I need you. Please fuck my mouth. Please,” you beg, having seen how your begging has affected him.

He doesn’t need you to tell him again. “Open,” he commands as he fists his fingers into your hair again.

When you open your mouth, Jin slides into you slowly, let you adjust. He pushes into you until your nose hits his pubic bone. He slowly pulls back out then starts thrusting. You feel the delicious pricks on your scalp of him pulling your hair. His thrusts get more erratic when you moan on his cock, and he pushes the back of your head gently. You gag a little bit and hear a sharp intake of air from above you.

“Such a good little slut. Look at how well you take my cock.”

He starts bucking harder into your mouth, and you feel your throat completely relax as you gasp through your nose for air, feeling slightly panicked to breath, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You feel Jin’s cock twitch and his muscles tighten. His thrusts are shorter and less rhythmic as he gasps, “Baby, I’m gonna cum.”

You let out a little, affirmative moan to let him know that you’re ready, and he yanks on your hair as he fills your mouth, grunting, hips stuttering. You feel his hot, salty cum in the back of your throat and on your tongue, and before he finishes, he pulls out and the last of it hits you on the cheek. He rubs his cock on your cheek and spreads the cum around. Look at you with his fucked out expression, relishing his marks on your face. You take your finger and wipe some of the cum from your cheek and pop your finger in your mouth. His expression changes to amusement as he starts coming down from his high. His bitten lips spread into a smile, and then he starts laughing his windshield wiper laugh. “Oh so you’re nasty?” he laughs out.

He pulls you up to kiss him, and it is tender and loving. You feel all of the relief that he feels from having you as his and only his in his kiss. He wraps his arms around you and holds you against his firm chest. “I really would love to go for round two, but I think I need a few minutes,” he whispers. “But what can I do for you right now? I was reading that baths are really good for after. Do you want a bath? Let me wrap you up in this blanket. Do you want a plushie?”

You are overwhelmed by the rush of fondness that you feel in your chest. You feel tears stinging the back of your eyes. “Can we just wrap up in the blanket and cuddle? I just want to be near you.”

Jin picks you up and carries you to your side of the bed. He tucks you in firmly before he climbs into the bed on his side. He pulls you into his chest, and you nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck. “Really though, Jin. If that made you uncomfortable, you don’t have to do that. I know that you wanted to do it for me, but I don’t want you to do anything you don’t feel okay doing.”

“You’re kidding, right? Clearly, I had an amazing time. I wish that you would have just asked sooner.” He gently kisses the top of your head, ghosting his fingers over the skin of your shoulder. “Besides, I already ordered some silk ropes, so we at the very least need to try those out.”

You bury your face deeper into his neck, and the two of you continue talking and giggling until you fall asleep in the arms of the man who would do anything for you.

#jin x reader #kim seokjin x reader #seokjin imagine #jin imagine #jin smut #seokjin smut #bts smut

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endlessdoom · 3 years

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Sacrament

14 maps by Clan [B0S] of the russian community.

2011

https://doomwiki.org/wiki/Sacrament

MAP01: Reposa In Pace by Slavius

Sacrament is a particularly special map that stands out for its unorthodox factors to the traditional, and boy does it show it! MAP01 is an interesting environmental proposal with a tight, labyrinthine design that enjoys losing the player in a new world more than throwing him into combat. 3/5

MAP02: Doxylamine Moon by Lainos

Iconic in the history of the game and I can easily see why. This is a huge map that represents an incredibly detailed city with a deep and vast opportunity for exploration in every area. That, coupled with an excellent setting make this a map that is hard to forget. 4/5

MAP03: Dirtyllery by Wraith

Confusing at times but with more combat than previous maps and a fairly interesting design that combines a variety of rooms, offering an interesting progress system that, although it gets lost at times, is manageable. 3/5

MAP04: Phobia by Dr. Max

More direct than the previous ones and with a comprehensive layout that offers exploration and combat under an atmospheric, yet distinctive, presentation compared to the rest of the maps. 4/5

MAP05: Lavatraz by Wraith

A fortress in the middle of a lava lake surrounded by a large crowd of enemies. This is an intense map with enough combat to satisfy those who want a bit of a fight, while maintaining a good flow and offering excellent presentation for combat. 4/5

MAP06: Pandora's Box by Archi

Large and expansive, with huge open areas and an iconic start through a shadowy tunnel. Fantastic map, with good combat and many areas to explore as well as many fights to participate in. 4/5

MAP07: Arena by Dragon Hunter

The most divergent map of all maps. This is a combat arena that ends with a totally unexpected slaughter surprise. It is probably the most traditional map of the whole set, one that differs from the philosophy of the episode but still perfectly satisfying, fun, entertaining and well challenging. 4/5

MAP08: Zone X by Archi

We return to a realistic map that combines the urban effect with a bit of industrial architecture while offering progress through a palpable and realistic layout. With constant combat and a few surprises, it manages to make its mark. 4/5

MAP09: Vancouver by Archi

It has nothing to do with Vancouver, but more to do with Doom. This is a map that manages to perfectly combine the atmosphere of the episode with a good puzzle system and exploration without sacrificing combat at any time; offering interesting challenges, varied and progress that flows without pause under a good atmosphere of fun. 5/5

MAP10: Wood Prison by Azamael

Gigantic wooden (or brick?) fortress with a huge multitude of rooms and scenarios. Combat is intense and almost constant, but the layout leaves something to be desired at times, as well as a few missing textures. 3/5

MAP11: Seaport by Azamael

A fascinating concept that combines natural scenery with human architecture, giving it a distinctive touch that together with the MIDI and the progress system, create a very palpable atmosphere. 4/5

MAP12: Industrial Processing by Dragon Hunter

Quite large, dark and ambient. At times it reminds me of the tight maps of Doom 3, combining intense combat in tight corners that encourage tactical combat and be careful with our steps. The visuals are often hidden in the darkness, but it manages to convey a decent idea of abandoned tech-base. 3/5

MAP13: Controlled System by BeeWen

This is a map to end on a high note... gold. Huge and quite distinctive thanks to the excellent work of detail and ambience, adding a Silent Hill song, this map bleeds atmosphere and releases horrors. With a huge layout, unfortunately, it shoots itself in the foot by creating an almost incomprehensible path system that becomes incredibly complicated near the map, however, the challenging combat and wonderful visuals manage to give it its name. 4/5

MAP14: LOGOEND by Lainos

And finally, an unwinnable map that works like a credits map, but without the credits. Still, the monument and the skybox is great. Maybe music would have improved this. 3/5

Overall:

» Sacrament (2011) By Clan [B0S]

Deep in the snowy lands, far to the east and hidden in the veil of mystery and poem, lies an abandoned world, without faith, without time; a world where man does not exist and sin reigns, desolate lands, lost lands, home of the devil and battlefield for all those who dare to desecrate the... sacrament. Whoops! I missed the rails. That little paragraph may encapsulate a bit of the idea and excitement behind this 14 map WAD designed to totally blow your mind in the most unorthodox and fantastical way you can find within the confines of Doom. Sacrament is an episode created by the B0S clan that shows how the world of Doom still has much, much more to offer.

Sacrament's story is something that would make a writer's cheeks swell with the desire to make it a novel: The plot follows a "Clan [B0S] fighter" as he wakes up from a nightmare into an apocalypse already in-progress. It is then gradually revealed that "the worthy" have already ascended to heaven, while everyone else have turned into bloodthirsty demons who are left to infight. He journeys into a now-desolate world, searching for answers as to what had happen, and why only he retained his humanity. Extract from the Doomwiki. That alone sounds like something absolutely awesome that inmediatly gathers my attention, and as expected, the rest of the WAD also did. With 14 maps, you'd better be ready to embark on an adventure of your own that is worthwhile in every way and demonstrates with considerable quality how to create a world entirely within the confines of Doom in a creative, inventive and different way to what we are used to. As a result, a kind of environmental son that evokes distant sensations of desolation, added to an explicit combat that sometimes is silent and then surprises you with brutal violence.

Sacrament knows very well what it is trying to achieve and succeeds with flying colors, even if it is not to everyone's taste. The main aspect of this WAD and its distinctive point is nothing more and nothing less than the amazing presentation it has. When I talk about presentation, I mean the shared set of visuals, progressive narration and extra details like music or even the titlescreen. WAD makes extensive use of all these details to create an ironically perfect conglomeration. While presentation is often overlooked or of regular importance in the mainstream Doom landscape, it is an aspect that can still pleasantly elevate the value of a WAD. That's just what happens with Sacrament. @Lainos is the mastermind behind the conception of this work, and he manages to successfully convey the idea of desolation and abandonment that each map possesses. The cohesion is generally understandable, and even though the maps are not dependent on each other, each manages to create a shared atmosphere among the entire WAD, either through the use of realistic architecture combined with muted colors, or even sharing design similarities that evoke a shared history in different areas. Sacrament successfully manages to give that fantastic feeling; that of playing in an environmental adventure like no other.

It is worth mentioning the incredible use of music and colors. Music used to be a factor that ranked as a rear position among the overall quality of WADs in the old days. A positive factor, but not essential. On the other hand, modern times have begun to highlight the essentials of music and how they can pleasantly increase the quality of a WAD. Proof of this is the recent Cacoward for OST. Well, Sacrament makes extensive use of music from different sources and all in an .OGG format, which means that we will hear high quality music in glorious sound true to the way the author intended. While the music is not of original production for the project, the selection of each tune was done with enough attention to create a comprehensive odyssey of ambient symphonies. MIDI breaks the mood at a certain point, yes, but the great job they have taken in choosing songs that match the color palette of the map and the ambiance is a good example of how this format is perfect for drowning us in a world. Add to that an excellent use of skybox, dark blue colors and lots of creepy textures reminiscent of rust and confinement, and surprise, Sacrament is a work of pure ambience.

But not everything that shines blue is sapphire, and here we must see the strange, unorthodox and polemic side of this WAD, the gameplay. Sacrament tells you directly in its structure that it is interested in the environment, leaving the gameplay to take a back seat (not entirely true, but you get the point), something that many would consider sacrilege, but thanks to good management decisions and excellent production, it works under the same aesthetics of this project. Most of the maps make a great focus on exploration and environment, especially the @Lainos maps, which bleed pure desolation and loneliness. The influence of Lainos is felt in most of the maps, especially with the intense use of music and skybox, on the other hand, not everything is generally pure exploration, it would be somewhat detrimental to steal the gameplay completely to this map, and if what we want is action, well there is, in one way or another there is. Intense maps that offer explosive combat like MAP07: Arena by @Dragon Hunter or the huge and challenging MAP13: Controlled System by @BeeWen, both maps that show incredible use of design and devastating gameplay at times. However, if Sacrament is a black sheep, then these maps are Sacrament's black sheep, so to speak.

Sacrament is not meant to be a run-and-gun, nor a kind of traditional WAD. It comes with all the right to break schemes and demonstrate something different and well produced, something that however strange and fascinating it may be, it manages to establish its place within the annals of the history of WADs. While its complex layouts and divergent gameplay may be somewhat detrimental to some players, that doesn't detract from the simple fact that Sacrament is a quality work that deserves to be tried just for the one virtue it possesses, that of allowing us to plunge into a world of Doom.

#doom #doom mod #wad #doom wad #gaming #classic

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srprincess · 4 years

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Guess what!?! It’s Fictober time again! So – new prompts, but I’m still out here (making an attempt at) finishing my same old fic.

Prompt 1 – “No, come back!” // fandom – omgcp // fic rating – T for language reasons

Notes: This is actually chapter 19 of the Spookydoo AU I started last fictober. I can’t believe it’s been an entire year. I guess months worth of pandemic related block and a cross country move will tend to slow these sorts of things down, but, yeah – a year. Wow. Back at the start I had thought this was going to be a quick month long project, but here we are! If you’re still following me from way back then, here’s the long promised update. If you’re new this will make NO SENSE without the rest of the story - and honestly only minimal sense after - so I’ll drop a link to the rest of the story on Ao3 in the replies (since tumblr hates links)

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“Are you sure I don't need to head back and get them?” Will asked, for the third time.

“Nah, they’re resourceful. Quit worrying,” Nursey told him, also for the third time. At least. Maybe he had asked a few too many times.

He, Nursey, Shitty and Lardo were gathered back around the table in his kitchen, while Sammy sat at the edge of the doorway leading into the mudroom, happily chewing on a length of rope that Will had knotted up for her. He didn't have much to offer in the way of snacks while they waited, but he’d managed to scrounge up a bag of not quite stale pretzels and some cold sodas. Not the best spread, but good enough he didn't think his mom’s memory would judge him too harshly under the circumstances. Said circumstances being that these particular guests and their friends had basically wiped out his pantry over the course of their previous visits.

They were waiting, with varying levels of patience, for Holster and Ransom to show up with their lunches, and - maybe more importantly, it depended on who you asked - to tell them what they'd found out about Lou’s place. Or rather the house that she had been...haunting? It was still hard for Will to think about it that way, about his longtime friend being a ghost, but, well, could he deny it anymore? Honestly? It was strange, but if she was a ghost - which she was - and had been staying in and around the house - which she had - what else could you call it other than a haunting? At any rate, finding out the property had been sitting vacant might have explained how it could have had a ghost-in-residence for so long without attracting too much attention, but it opened up a whole other set of questions. Who would leave a house on the water empty for years? Sure, it needed some upkeep, but still, it was a nice enough place in a great spot. Where were the owners? Why hadn’t they been trying harder to sell it? Or failing that, using the property themselves? He also wanted to know more about how Lou had ended up connected to the property, but that was going to have to come from her and not a simple property search. Unfortunately, she hadn't seemed any too eager to talk about her final days when he and Nursey had talked to her earlier.

After his stomach grumbled, Nursey checked the time, again, and sighed.

“I said I could head back in for them,” Will pointed out. “It’s not an issue-”

“Might be a while, but I’m sure they're on the way,” Shitty assured him. “I think they were looking for an excuse to rent that bike, and a ride’ll take them a minute.”

“Not the tandem!” Lardo shook her head, “I thought we talked them out of that.”

“Yes, the tandem, and you tried to talk them out of it. I, on the other hand, might have offered to pay the fee as long as they took pictures.”

“They'll never make it here in one piece on that thing.”

“Oh, ye of little stature and faith, they are perfectly synced. They'll make it fine.”

“Whatever. Then why did you want pictures, hmmm? A 20 says they'll crash and burn at least once.”

“Hopefully they don’t fall on my sandwich,” Nursey muttered under his breath.

“Because Jack can't be the only one with pictures of these trips, that’s why. So, deal?”

“Deal.” Shitty and Lardo were just shaking on the bet when the sound of tires on the rocks outside was followed by a knock at the door. They all turned to look at Will, who looked blankly back before it clicked -

“Oh. Yeah. My house. My door. Best be getting that.” He rushed to the answer, more to hide his blush than out of a hurry to let the two in.

He opened the door to the double whirlwind that was Ransom and Holster pushing through, arms loaded with bags.

Shitty took one look at them before holding his hand out to Lardo. “All in one piece. Well, two pieces. As expected. Pay up.”

“Not so fast,” she told him, attempting to shove his hand away before turning to them. “How did you manage to carry all of that on a bike?”

“No bike,” Ransom told her.

“It was already rented,” Holster added.

“Ha!” She slapped Shitty’s hand down. “No payday for you.”

“You neither,” he pointed out.

“Hmmm. I still say you owe me ten,” Lardo argued.

“The hell I do,” Shitty scoffed back.

“But if they would have ridden the bike they would have fallen, and you know it.”

“Says you. Wrongly.”

“My. What an excellent defense. I can see why you're the high-powered attorney here.” Lardo pulled a face at him before stating her case, “If they had tried to ride that bike they likely would have fallen. If they tried to ride it while holding all those bags, they for sure would have. I see no possible way that they would have made it here safely, and so I still deserve half the original bet winnings.”

“Incorrect,” Shitty took a final sip of his drink and a deep breath before standing. Full attorney mode. “First, both these fine individuals have a history of athletic excellence in a sport known for quick moves requiring great balance skills, coordination and teamwork,” he counted off each point in his hands. “Second, they've been known to safely carry much more than a few bags of food, over unfamiliar terrain, in the dark-”

“Well, I did fall on Rans that one time we-”

Shitty hushed Holster before continuing, “Shhh - You aren't helping the case.”

“Why are we even on trial?” Ransom asked, confused. “Anyways, I remember that. Kind of. You only almost fell, bro, and we were hella fucked up that night.”

“You,” Shitty pointed to Ransom, “are helping. Thank you. As I had said - teamwork. While, errr, shall we say inebriated? They were able to use teamwork to accomplish their goals. Mostly safely. Sober, and in the clear light of day, making it here safely would have been no problem. Thirdly, if the bet had been that they `likely’ would have fallen off the bike with their arms full, I allow that you might have won. Unfortunately, for you, it wasn’t and so you didn’t. In closing, your point is dismissed for being unprovable. Case closed. The End.” He, smugly, picked his cup back up to drain the drink.

“You can't just close the case yourself-” Lardo argued.

“And yet, I have,” Shitty shrugged.

She growled under her breath, “this isn't over,” Lardo pointed at him before asking Ransom and Holster, “So, no bike? How did you get here?”

Will, who had been watching like the exchange like it was the most interesting show he’d seen in years, and, let’s be real, with television as spotty as it was out there it kind of was, turned to them, curious himself to hear the answer.

Nursey, who had been enjoying watching Will watch the others, said, “Probably an Uber.”

“No Uber round these parts.”

“Fine, Lyft, whatever.”

“Nope, don’t have those either,” Will told him. “We do have a Martha, but there’s no way that’s how they got here.”

“What’s a Martha?” Nursey asked.

“She calls herself a taxi service, but truthfully she’s just a busybody who got herself a fair reliable rig and a business license. Let’s her keep up on who’s new around, see what they're about and then give them a mandatory tour of her favorite places. Takes her forever to get anywhere. Guaranteed it would have taken them at least another hour to get out here with her.”

“An hour!? How is this town even big enough to take that long?”

“Well, if you drop her a ’tip’ she's sure to add your place on the route, yeah? Bunch of shops do every year. That's a lot of side roads and loops. Now me? I throw her some money every season to miss The Light entirely. She would have tried stalling and distracting them as long as possible before heading this way.”

“So, don’t take ’a Martha’, noted for future.” Ransom cut in.

“We didn't need to anyway,” Holster told the group. “Did you know, if you order food for delivery, you can get yourself delivered along with it?”

“That's not a-” Nursey started to argue before looking to Will for confirmation. “Is that a thing?”

“No. Definitely not a thing.”

Holster gestured at the bags and then at himself and Ransom, “I do believe it is.”

Will frowned, confused, “You know what...I don’t even think they do delivery at all. Outside of town, leastways.”

“You’d be amazed how far friendliness and a smile can get you,” Holster said, flashing a near alarming display of teeth.

“Maybe you should try that sometime, Poindexter,” Nursey joked.

“Ha fucking ha,” Will said, flashing a smile that veered more towards frightening than not.

“Hope you tipped well,” Shitty told Holster, ignoring the shoulder shoving across the table.

“Pfft, of course dude.”

“Good, then. Now, important business, where’s my sammie?”

A whine came from the doorway.

“Sorry, I meant my sandwich, not you Sammy,” Shitty turned to tell the dog. She sniffed in their direction, clearly looking for attention in the form of food of her own but not wanting to leave her new rope unattended. “But, yeah, her food, where’s it at? Guys?”

But he’d lost the attention of Ransom and Holster. With a nudge and a head tilt to where Nursey’s ankle was practically hooked around Will’s, Ransom smirked at Holster, who in turn sighed and pulled some money out of his pocket to hand it over.

Nursery watched the exchange before he narrowed his eyes. “And what’s this about?”

“What?”

“The money?”

“That? He owed me for the, umm, dog dishes.”

“Yeah, sure he did.”

“Right, Holtzy?”

“Absolutely, the dishes. We were going halfsies. Because, uh, gift?”

Ransom scrunched his face up before he mouthed ’gift, really?�� back at him, but Holster just gave a small shrug.

Nursey still looked doubtful and Shitty, who had given up waiting and was rooting through the bags for himself, distracted them when he asked “Well, where are they?

“Where are what?” Ransom asked.

“The. Dog. Dishes.” he answered slowly and deliberately.

“Shit. Fuck. Damn. I, uh, forgot them?”

“Uh-huh,” Nursey shook his head. “You forgot to bring the dishes. That you just bought. As a gift. Suuuure.”

“Don’t worry about it. So long as you brought the food, I can find something to put it in.” Will got up and dug through a cupboard by the sink that was little more than a jumble of used butter tubs and came up with two bowls.

One bowl he filled with water and set in front of the dog. The other he handed them to Lardo who filled it with some of the food Shitty had found in the bags, leading to a very happy Sammy, who flopped on top of the rope before digging in with enthusiastic messiness.

“Isn’t that uncomfortable? And look at that-” Nursey pointed out the puddles and food pieces spread all around the dog.

“It’s fine,” Will waved him off.

“What about your precious floor? All I did was drip on it the other night and-”

“Oh, let her be. Unlike people, she can’t help it if she makes a silly little mess.” Will ruffled the fur on top of her head. “Besides, she’s a good girl, aren't you Sammy,” Sammy wiggled at the good girl comment and went back to happily working to empty her bowl. Dog mess was fine, Will told himself, nothing he couldn’t clean up later. He wondered if maybe he should consider a dog of his own. The company might be nice. He shrugged off the thought for later and went to wash his hands before grabbing a stack of plates to take to the table.

All business of bets and money exchanges temporarily forgotten, the gang worked as one to pass around the lunches.

A giant sub was split between Lardo and Shitty. She flicked an olive that had stayed to her half at him, which he easily caught with his mouth before flicking a pepper back towards her. When he went to grab a drink, she swiped another pepper and one of his tomato slices too. Ransom passed her his pickle spears, and she gave him half her lettuce. Holster split his bag of BBQ chips and the salt and vinegar ones in front of Ransom between them 50-50. Okay, maybe 60-40. But neither complained. Instead of being split up, a large bag of fries was just torn open and left for each to pick from as they wanted. Ketchup squeezed out onto one of the wrappers that had previously held a wrap. All the exchanges spoke to the habits of friends who’d shared a meal many times over. Will eyed the onions that Nursey picked off his sandwich, wanting them. Even though no one else had made a move for them, he wasn’t quite brave enough to push his way into their rituals. No matter, because as soon as the look was noticed, he found them deposited on the side of his own plate. Happily piling them on his own sandwich he spared a slice of bacon back, but just one. He wasn’t that generous.

Will had originally thought they had brought back too much food not realizing some of the others had gone, but the reason for the pile of random extra sandwiches dropped in the middle of the table became clear as each was picked apart and passed around until everyone was full.

As the last scraps of their meal were being cleared away Ransom spoke up, “So, I got in touch with that realtor,” he told them. “The property is up for sale. Technically. Has been for a while.”

“What do you mean, technically? Then why isn't it listed anywhere? Being shown?” Will asked.

“Well, that's the thing. Apparently, they tried? But the seller wasn’t very motivated and only interest at the price was for a package deal.”

“A package-” Will paused and frowned. “Wait. What was the realtor’s name again?”

When Ransom told him, Will’s face clouded over and a hint of rage built up at the set of his jaw.

“So, I take it you do know him. He said you'd, hmmm, spoken? Before.” Ransom filled in the others, “There’d been a big deal in the works with a developer, but they wanted this whole area or no deal.”

“Yeah. Those assholes. Not likely to forget them. Wanted to turn this place into some ridiculous restaurant.”

“Waterfront restaurants can be nice,” Holster tried to play devil’s advocate, “a good draw for the area.”

Will was having none of it. “My grandfather and father both would roll over in their graves if they knew I sold this place. After all the work they put in on the updates? Especially to some stiff from away. All so someone could open a restaurant we probably wouldn't even be able to afford to eat in? No way. No how. I think not.”

Shitty agreed, “I get it, yeah. People like that’ll suck the soul out of a place to make a buck. Fuck ’em.”

They’d only met recently, and it was hard for Will to tell if Shitty was motivated to agree with him in an attempt to stay on his good side, because he actually did agree or just because he couldn't resist joining in on a potential argument. In any case, fueled by the agreement, Will’s knew he was headed into full ’soapbox mode’ but couldn't help himself. “It’s the developers ruining towns like this all up and down the coast,” his voice rose and his arms flailed as he got more worked up. “For years we’ve helped our own. Didn't need anything from anyone other than basic neighborliness. Share and share alike, and everyone makes it just fine. Then some upstart comes in with his fancy ideas and a pile of money and, and, we’re supposed to sell up and then what? Go where? Do what-”

Holster, who seemed to have finally realized what can of worms he opened up, tried to back it up, “I didn't mean- not your place. Just, like, in general? Attractions, well, attract. But you're here, using the place. There's open land out there and they shouldn’t-”

Will steamrolled on, “-always say they want the authentic experience getaway but that’s not what they're really after. What they really mean is some bland cookie cutter experience that’ll get copied at every seaside town. So they can do the same things and share the same photos as everyone else. Nothing is genuine anymore. Where’s the originality of that? If they have their way every place will be the same as the next. Whatever happened to-”

Ransom held up a hand before interrupting, “Dex is right about that. It does seem to be what they were after here.”

Will grumbled out an “Obviously” but other than that let the other man continue speaking.

“This particular buyer wanted everything from the lane out to the water. All the lots. They’d had plans to turn this place into a restaurant, private outdoor seating at the top. The couple houses as you’re coming out this way redone and connected by a huge kitchen in the middle to make a big bed and breakfast or inn type situation. And then uh,” Ransom paused, “well, your friend's house? That was going to be turned into a gift shop. Upscale souvenirs they told him. But, without adding the rest, there wouldn't have been the traffic to support a shop. So - all or nothing.”

“There was, and is, no way I'm selling up and moving out,” Will shoved himself back from the table angrily.

“Hey, I’m not saying you should,” Ransom held up his hands. “Just passing on what he said. Pretty sure he knows that now.”

“Why do ya say that? I mean, good, but why?”

“He described you as - now keep in mind this is coming from him, and not me. I think you're great, and so don’t-”

“Spit it out.”

“he-called-you-the-lighthouse-lunatic,” came the quickly murmured answer.

“He what?!” Will yelled.

“Come on man, don't make me say it again,” Ransom said with a wince.

“He called me - Well that's - that’s rude is what it is. Imagine invading a man’s home, after he’s - then you're going to call him names? Rude. Even more glad I didn't sell. Lunatic,” Will huffed.

“I wouldn't call you a lunatic,” Holster said, as the others added their agreement. “You do get...excited, but no.”

“At the risk of getting you all, you know,” Nursey gestured vaguely at Will before scooting himself back to a safe distance and continuing, “I’m just saying, coming from a person you tried to forcibly eject days ago, is it completely inaccurate?”

“Yes!”

“Is it though?”

“I will throw you back into the ocean with my bare hands. Right now. Let’s go.”

Nursey offered back a weak smile to show he was kidding, mostly, and the rest started to throw out other words in Will’s defense.

“Not lunatic.”

“No, of course not.”

“Excitable?”

“Touchy, edgy?”

“Nah, opinionated?”

“And, fiercely determined”

“Oh, good one.”

“And hermit like?”

“That’s territorial.”

A woman’s voice from the other side of the room said, “he’s enthusiastically defensive.”

Nursey snaps his fingers. “Exactly!”

“Enthusiastically defensive,” Will repeated before turning and nodding in the direction of Lou, who had appeared over by the sink. “I can accept that.”

She smiled before disappearing again.

“Okay, so, big picture-” Nursey tried to take control of the conversation, “it boils down to, without Dexy’s place here, the whole deal was off the table.”

“And other than that offer there wasn't any real interest,” Holster, who had listened in on Ransom’s call with the realtor, finished. “With no package deal, and the other house owners not willing to take the low offers coming in, he decided it wasn't worth coming all this way to show it to people who are never going to buy anyway. Without the potential sellers pushing him, he stopped promoting it. He’d almost forgotten about the listing himself because no one has ever checked up with him in the last few years. Said it was like the owners themselves had even forgotten about it.”

“Yeah yeah yeah, what he said, zombie property. But now back to THAT.” Ransom frantically waved his arms. “What the? Who the? Tell me you all heard that.”

“Uhhh well-” Will stalled.

Ransom looked around at the rest of them, who were visibly trying not to react.

“Is no one going to mention the fucking ghost in the room?!” He shrieked. In a manly way. If you asked him, he would have called it a shout. A very high-pitched shout. That he made while pushing himself as close into the corner, behind the table, as he could.

“Oh, that’s - Lou?”

“Yes, Derek?” she answered from over his shoulder.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to call you, I was just telling him - but since you’re here-”

“Your friends seem a little troubled.”

Will snorted.

Most of them were only staring, quiet, and more than a bit shocked, but remarkable not freaking out. At least not externally. But Ransom - well, his face was doing its best fish impression and - try as he might - he couldn't manage to force another word out.

Holster tried to help by giving him a slap on the back and he managed to eke out the words `girl’ and `ghost’ before slipping under the table.

“Is he...okay?” she asked.

“Eh-” Lardo said, tilting her hand side to side.

“Not really.” Holster reached under the table and gave a supportive shoulder squeeze.

“Hi,” was all Shitty got out.

“Maybe I should go,” Lou said, slowly fading.

“Hi?” Shitty asked.

Will thought it was weird to see her fading, when he’d already found himself getting used to her quickly blipping in and out. Then he realized how weird it was he found himself getting used to anything at all to do with this situation.

“No, come back!” they all yelled. Well, all minus Ransom. He whimpered unintelligibly from his hiding place.

Lou faded back in, “are you sure?”

“Hi.” Shitty repeated, prompting a choked back laugh from Lardo.

“I think he means yes,” Will told her. “Stay a while.”

#fictober20 #omgcp #nurseydex #spookydoo au #near year same bullshit #i swear i will finish this one day #I've been adding a few hundred words here and there for ages #and this seemed like the perfect time to update it #even if I wish I had gotten a little further in the writing... ah well #little writer who could etc etc etc #does tumblr still hate links?#or just me?#because this time my header pic kept me from showing up #ah well deleted that now too

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koorinohebi · 3 years

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I am curious: how would you describe Kiomi's relationship with Jiraiya? And with Koji Kashin? What you've shared about them so far seems very interesting and I must know more!

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Sorry for breaking it into two different posts, Kame-san. The other one felt so long already.

Quick note: IF you haven't read or watched Boruto, this will definitely contain spoilers.

So for this second one, we have...

Kashin Koji

So the main reason I was interested in him was when rumors were floating around that Jiraiya or someone that resembles him is back in Boruto. One look at his design and I was like, yeah. Unmistakably related in one way or another. Lo and behold my friend, lo and behold.

I have 2 verses for Kashin Koji. One is the one where you often see me mention Takeda. That one is an on going RP with @ambitiousparagon, and the other one is a verse where I pen Koji myself. The one with Takeda is still in the works and currently still very unpredictable, so for this instance I'll talk about my own version of Kashin Koji, which actually...more than Kiomi being the main focus, I tend to lean more towards the man himself. This is heavily influenced by headcanons that are based on what I noticed his personality being based on what we know so far.

So when I first encountered Kashin Koji there was hardly anything on him, which is to say, still very true currently. He hasn't been seen in the manga after his crushing defeat against Isshiki, and in the anime, they've given him a voice, and we see how he acts, but ultimately it doesn't differ from what we've already read in the manga (if you or any of the ones reading this have read it).

So Kashin Koji is, despite being quite whimsical, a no nonsense kinda guy. So he is very...well, I wouldn't call it by the book, but as a shinobi, he chooses the most efficient way to carry out the mission, which is...by default, how Amado had initially programed him-- Not as a perfectionist, no, but as Isshiki would say it, Amado's programming of Kashin Koji rode on his maker clinging onto Jiraiya's mighty fate. However, with Jiraiya being the template, it's not a surprise if Koji would inherit the man's sentiments, principles, and even slight eccentricities as a Shinobi (which I believe Amado had predicted and saw as a weakness. He needs and creates tools as he sees fit, and he'll use whatever he can to further his agenda). Amado strives to emulate within Kashin Koji the "star of change" which Jiraiya possessed. As we know, thanks not only to the prophecy, but also due to Jiraiya's diligence in searching for that revolutionary that could change the world, he was able to bring together (in one way or another) three of the most powerful game changers that we have who affected the course of the current History. If they wanted to defeat Isshiki, he needed that kind of trick up his sleeve. Because however, Kashin Koji has imperfections, and someone Jigen had deemed weaker than he is (because Jigen told Amado to dispose of clones more powerful than he was), our good professor faces a setback and thus needs to come up with a new plan (going to the Hokage, and asking them to kill Isshiki instead while having Kashin Koji show them the "ropes" on how it's done).

My take on him stems from this human weakness. Kashin Koji is aware of who he's supposed to be a clone of. We see this when he comments on his fate being tied to Konoha and the like. And admittedly, knowing your predecessor's legacy, not to mention having been able to perfect something that the original couldn't gives him a bit of an ability to brag, and believe that he can be just as great or even greater than Jiraiya.

But the question is how convinced he is of this himself. I do believe that Kashin Koji wants to be a person of his own, and in being the perfect heroic shinobi tool, even if he dies, it wouldn't be for naught so long as he brings down his target (which happens to be the biggest threat since Madara, Tobi, and Kaguya). Believing that Amadao was entrusting the fate of the world in his hands bolstered his confidence. However, when Isshiki pointed out the painful truth of Amado's betrayal and deception, he internally refuses to accept it. That he was just a pawn, and that he'd never break free from being nothing but Jiraiya's shadow. I always felt that if at the baseness of Jiraiya's personality, you have a decent grasp of his shortcomings, regrets, and insecurities, you'll get a good grasp of Kashin Koji too. Although it's just my headcanon (and people dont really have to abide by it), Koji too, is plagued by this ever looming sense of not being good enough, as well as not living up to the name of his original (very much like how Jiraiya felt his accomplishments dont match that of Sandaime or Minato).

So after this long explanation on my take on Kashin Koji, you may ask where Kiomi comes in. Well, she comes in as a form of support.

Just as with Naruto's unreasonable worry, the first time that Kiomi sees Kashin Koji, she's instantly unreasonably bothered by him as well. Worse, when the mask comes off, and she sees his face she is instantly appalled and angry because everything that she's been keeping inside is dragged to the surface. Of course, none of this was Kashin Koji's fault. It was more of Kiomi's own regret, and seeing him was like opening a can of worms for her, reminding her of all the things she wanted to do and say had her teacher been alive. At the same time, she's very irked that someone was running around with his face, because someone had the gall to deliberately make a "knock off" as she calls it, of the man she respects the most.

With this much animosity, one would wonder how Kiomi becomes his support. While Kiomi and Kashin Koji initially dislikes each other, the woman rejects the fact that he's just "some clone", as he is also a person who deserves to live his life as himself regardless of whether he was created as a tool or as a clone. If you remember from my first post about Kiomi and Jiraiya's relationship, this was exactly the same kind of treatment that Jiraiya gave Kiomi when she viewed herself as nothing more than a disposable chess piece. She doesn't say this outright to Kashin Koji though. He learns this on his own. Seeing that someone believed in his own possibilities gave him a little peace of mind, just a little. In effect, this draws his curiosity. Kashin Koji being an Inner of Kara does his assignment pretty well, so he would by effect, know who she was as too. He believed she would be one of those who would constantly see him as a glorified Kagebunshin, but surprisingly she didn't. In fact, seeing as he was who he was, it would make him a perfect replacement, but she didn't treat him like that. This makes him loosen up around her, enough that his usually snide and sarcastic remarks are now laced with a hint of fond teasing. Ironically, she hates it when he does this, as it reminds her of Jiraiya. (Because Jiraiya often teases her about one thing or another.)

One of my favorite interactions of them is probably this one, just because it shows a little bit of both their internal struggles and how they deal with each other.

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“Tell me,” Instead of standing to leave, he remained seated opposite from her. Kashin Koji removed the mask which barred a portion of his face that she was surely uncomfortable seeing. And he was right. She averted her eyes briefly, before putting up a look of feigned indifference once their optics finally met.

There was relative distress in her features, that much he could tell while staring at her…curiously, seriously. “Do I resemble him? This Jiraiya of yours.”

Looking at him was like staring into a nightmare, a stark reminder of what she could never hope to have. However, she understood his question. They were past simple notions of physicality. It wasn’t just about his face, nor was it about his origin. It was deeper than that. For Kiomi’s alleged simple-mindedness, this concept was not something so hard to grasp. Not when this was the very base of the learnings she had inherited from the mentor she respected the most. Despite Jiraiya and Kashin Koji’s shared similarities, they were still two very different people, each with their own uniqueness. Besides, denying a man his own identity was probably the cruelest judgment any living being could impose on another.

“You don’t.” The answer came simply; however, he did not miss the semblance of melancholy that lingered upon her visage. To him, it felt indicative of disappointment…such fragile and complicated feelings.

“I see.” Kashin Koji had closed his eyes then, satisfied with the answer. In a sense, he felt his lips curve into a smirk. Two words of reassurance; to think that hearing something so simple had such a significant impact. And as for Kiomi who had only seen the man scowl at her existence, this look on his face for the first time caused her chest to ache. Perhaps in her words, she knew not if a lie existed; if only because such an expression looked frighteningly similar to her teacher’s.

“The two of you must have loved each other very dearly.” At this point, he had refocused his gaze upon the female, only to raise a brow shortly after. He had never seen anyone choke on air before. Her flustered features shouldn’t have been anything extraordinary, but it felt amusing. “Was I mistaken?”

“Yes, you’re wrong! You’re very wrong!” She retorted, her flushed face, easily beating the most crimson of fruits. “Everything, this…my…they’re all just…” She tried to calm down as she explained. “…they’re all just…what I’m trying to say is…whatever they are, they’re all just one-sided emotions…” She looked downtrodden. He recalled Naruto saying that their mentor died while she was away figuring out herself, and had carried a burden none of them could share. Jiraiya had meant everything to them, each within varying degrees unknown just how much to the other.

After learning that all of this was one sided, he looked at her with lethargy. “Are you actually an idiot after all?”

“Oi, you actually dare to call me an idiot in my own house? Besides, it’s not like I stood a chance against the person he sought after.” It wasn’t a secret to her after all, that he had his eyes on Lady Tsunade. What chance did she have against someone who had shared in his losses, successes, strife, and victories?

“Was what you felt actually so flimsy that it lost to someone else’s? Did you confirm it with your own mouth?”

The questions that bombarded her, matched with such an unexpected interrogator threw her off. So much that when she had come to her senses, she found herself face to face with Kashin Koji. If she was distraught earlier, then the ante had been upped then and there. Trapped in between his arms, being stared at, it felt horrible and suffocating for many reasons that she convinced herself that she couldn't understand. “Should I teach you just how lofty your feelings are?” He lingered so close, too close for comfort. But that was where she drew the line. Steeling herself, she pulled her head back just enough to give her some room to drive her forehead down against his. THWACK!

Both of them found themselves clutching their heads, one clicked his tongue and the other was cussing up a storm in her mind--and verbally, apparently.

“Don’t you dare mock me—“

She was on the verge of throwing him out, but there he was, laughing, collapsed on the floor as he held onto his forehead. She stifled her annoyance because she remembered how; pranks of the same nature had been done to her, by none other than her favorite mentor. And he would laugh just the same. At least sensei’s were a little more innocent and subtle. “Don’t laugh at me either!” She demanded with childish vigor, kicking him in the shin repeatedly. He fended them off well enough, which added to her irritation.

“That’s enough out of you.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do in my own hou—hou—“ That was to say, if she wasn’t going to stop her assault, then he would have to play along. Grabbing her ankle when she struck, he pulled her over; just enough to make her balance crumble, bringing her down effectively.

“What the actual hell is wrong with you?”

“Even now, you’re struggling to protect what’s important to you. You may be a bit weaker than others, but it doesn’t seem like you’re lacking in persistence and perseverance. What are you so afraid of?”

Again with questions and commentaries that she did not ask for…

Her silence was enough of a response. Regrets, apprehensions, guilt, it was painted on her face. Shaking his head, Kashin Koji came to a stand and dusted himself, thereafter extending a hand for her to take.

“At the very least, come up to the starting line and show that mentor of yours your resolve.”

She begrudgingly looked at the hand that was offered to her. She felt ashamed and annoyed at herself because she knew that his point was valid. He wasn’t wrong, and in fact, he made more sense than she had wanted to admit. With an inward sigh, she took that hand and he helped her to her feet.

“…” Their grasp on each other persisted for a while. There was no warmth there; no comfort of a familiar friend, but there was a firmness that was enough to uproot whatever doubt it was that crept within the confines of her mind. She wouldn’t exactly call the other’s presence reassuring, but in a sense it was something close to it.

“Tsk, just who do you think you are? Acting all high and mighty?” Compared to before, the scowl had turned a bit friendly, but a scowl none the less.

“In case you haven’t heard or have been mistaking me for someone else, it’s Kashin Koji.” He replied with a tinge of whimsy in his voice. Matched with that was a tighter grip on the female’s hand which she reciprocated in kind. “Kiomi.” She rebutted against his satirical introduction.

When they at last released each other, there was probably a reddening mark there, but it also seemed like they’ve come to a certain understanding. “With a grip like that, what do you even hope to accomplish?”

Everything that comes out of his mouth is a fucking insult… Kiomi mused, unabashed by such a sentiment. Still, she watched him retrieve his mask only to wear it over his face once more. “I’ve a scouting mission at the Hokage’s behest. Two days time.” He stated out of the blue, walking towards her direction, incidentally near the exit. “Join me.”

“And why exactly, should I do that?” Folding her arms over her chest, she asked.

“Learn something useful rather than wallow in your self-pity.” Just before he could pass her completely, the intruder halted to cup her cheeks, moving it side to side casually.

(I made a thing.Lol Kiomi and her tendency to get manhandled.) There was no tenderness there, rather it seemed like he was inspecting a toy for some kind of defect. “You dont seem outclassed by anyone, not even by the Godaime. Put yourself to good use. You are a Shinobi, after all.”

“What does Lady Tsunade even have to do with this?”

“Who else would you feel so inferior to? It doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together. Besides,”

Finally, he’d relinquish his hold to observe her frame carefully. She was a slender woman, possibly bordering voluptuous underneath all that fabric. From the wrinkles and silhouette of her attire, he could tell that she was filled out in all the right places. Fair skin, a set of apprehensive platinum orbs…among other things. “You have the curves. Maybe not the appeal and self confidence, but you have the curves. You’ll be fine.”

Perhaps it was in that retort that Kiomi ran after Kashin Koji as he left her place, albeit with a senbon or two hurled at the man. “I was wrong; you’re probably just as much of a letch as sensei!”

The projectiles were caught between the fingers and twirled around with ease, no troubles at all. He contemplated for a mere second before deciding to keep them as a souvenir. “You wound me with your presumptuousness. I'm a busy man, and have no time for countless women. Such a disappointing assessment.” He waved her off, walking away and finally disappearing from sight.

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Pardon the length, but this is how they normally interact in my story.

Koji serves as a challenge for Kiomi, while Kiomi serves as a "net" for Koji so that when he falls pray to his feeling of incompetency, he remembers that she expects him to plainly be Kashin Koji, and no one else. Both of them remind each other of something important which they both hope would make them better versions of themselves.

So what kind of relationship do they have? I'm pretty sure it's along the lines of frienemies.

#|| Breaking the Ice || Answered #super-kame-love #I told myself this was going to be an quick explanation for both #Lol. 10 hours later...#Kashin Koji has reached that level of comfort with her where he can just use his face to piss her off.

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writingofriding · 3 years

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Donkeys, horses, and mules; is there a reason someone (maybe in a fantasy story) would prefer one to another? And if someone rides a mule, what would that say about them? Thank you for making this blog by the way, I've really enjoyed reading all the answers!

First of all, you’re welcome. I’ve always been that annoying kid who strains to raise her hand in class every time she knows an answer, AND the weird horse girl, so an excuse to answer questions about horses is basically a dream come true. I’m glad you’re enjoying it! Okay, now, to your questions. Q: Is there a reason someone in a fantasy story would prefer a donkey, horse, or mule? A: Donkeys, horses, and mules are pretty different creatures, size and appearance aside. Which is why they’ve been utilized for different tasks in human history. This answer is going to get into generalities; there are plenty of great pack horses out there, and plenty of donkeys that are lovely to ride. I’m speaking in broad strokes. It’s worth mentioning, as people tend not to realize, that horses and ponies are a separate species from donkeys, and a mule is the combination of a female horse and a male donkey. The combination of a female donkey and a male horse is called a hinny, and are less common, probably/primarily because the resulting mule is likely to be significantly larger than the donkey, which means that a female donkey might have trouble carrying and delivering the foal. I’ll use the word “mule” to refer interchangeably to mules and hinnies. I’ll also preface this entire answer by saying that I have never lived with a mule, but I have had both horses and donkeys in my daily life. <3 Horses are the most popular of the three for riding and/or heavy draft work. Horses have been selectively bred for size for much longer than donkeys. For most of history, most donkeys were too small to be ridden by adult humans. That made them able to cover longer distances, faster, while being ridden. There’s also more physiological variability among horse breeds. Why exactly that is is hard to say; maybe just because they’ve been selectively bred for longer. In any case, the draft type horses are much larger and stronger than donkeys, as well, which makes them ideal for much heavy work. Some regions have not traditionally had access to donkeys, also, which would limit their use and people’s comfort with using them. Donkeys have a very different attitude and worldview compared to horses, and people experienced with horses won’t necessarily know how to manage donkeys. Horses are very reactive, and many traditional training tactics, passed from human to human, rely on methods that essentially capitalize on their desire to flee in the face of discomfort (avoiding pressure from stimuli, including sound, pressure, and sudden movement). Whereas donkeys pay attention to the same things, but tend to be more stoic, which can confuse and aggravate someone who’s used to horses. Again, I’m making generalizations here, but it’s often said that this difference in horses and donkeys originates from their different capacities for speed. A horse runs from a threat, whereas a donkey knows it’s often better off deploying strategy, or even fighting. Google videos of donkeys fighting various predators; when they encounter sudden danger, too late to avoid it, they are impressively vicious.

That same “calmness” under pressure makes donkeys a popular choice for pack animals, because even if something goes wrong, chaos in the pack string would be less likely than with horses.

(The donkey’s tendency to hesitate and think things through has given them an unwarranted reputation for stubbornness; really, they deserve as much patience as horses, even if their panic and fear doesn’t embody itself in a way that’s easy for humans to read.) Mules are an interesting subject, because in my experience people who own mules think that they combine the best of horses’ sensitive and cooperative nature, with the stoicism of donkeys. They also tend to be nearer in size to their horse parent than their donkey parent, so they have been bred as riding or draft animals, and as a result there’s a wider variation in the type and kind of mules versus that of donkeys. I’m really not sure what separates mule owners from horse owners except personal preference as to temperament, and maybe some lingering thought that horses are more aesthetically pleasing tips the scales for some people in their direction. I’ve seen mules do all manner of things that horses can do, so I don’t think there’s much functional difference at this point. I would add that horses are still generally the more supreme athletes at the highest levels, but that might be a lack of opportunity, rather than ability, for mules to compete and be compared. Oh, one athletic feat mules are thought to surpass horses at is the ability to jump fairly high from a standstill. If you’re curious, run an internet search for mule jump competitions, and prepare to be amazed. :) This ability makes them popular with, for example, hunters who are browsing land that contains fences. It’s much easier to be able to cross where you like than to have to look for gates. That’s not to say that horses can’t jump, too, but horses generally have to approach an obstacle at a trot or canter in order to jump it, and higher obstacles necessitate a naturally bold horse and advanced training. Plus, the horse’s style of jumping with momentum means they need room to approach the obstacle, then room to come to a stop on the other side after landing, which can be tricky depending on the terrain. Mules and donkeys seem to have an entirely different jumping attitude. Q: If someone rides a mule, what would that say about them? A: It’s going to vary based on who you ask. Mule enthusiasts would tell you mules are smarter, more people-oriented, and calmer under pressure. The implication being, everyone should prefer them. :) I think in fiction, characters who choose mules are often, and fairly, thought to value the practical over the aesthetic (mules being generally thought to be less beautiful than horses--sorry, mules, but it’s true) and to find a mount that is more likely to plod than prance much more appealing. I’ve found that region makes a difference, too. If mules are popular where someone grew up, and they have experience around them, they are more likely to have one themselves. Those who grew up with horses only tend to be more leery.

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