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suckerforcate · 1 year

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Saw you're taking requests!

Can I request Larisa Weems x f!reader where reader lost a bet and have to do a dare where they have to do a sexy dance in front of Larissa and of course Larisa kinda enjoyed it yet pretends to be mad by it so having them to come to her office later on when in fact Larissa will 'punish' her!

Punishment

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 2120

Warning: NSFW, 18+, fingering, nipple play, cunnilingus, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, mistress kink (?)

A/n: So I really hope you like it, I feel like I'm not that good at writing this kind of smut. I do really like the beginning though! <3

"Yeah, I know. I lost, how many times do you want to say that?" You playfully slapped Aden's arm.

Aden was your favourite colleague and probably a friend by now. The only problem was, that you knew he could be ruthless, and you'd lost a bet against him.

"Well, have you already thought about the dare you're gonna punish me with?" Aden's eyes lit up and a devilish smirk appeared. You knew this look, you were in deep shit.

"I've thought, it's time for you to act on that little crush of yours." He was talking about Larissa, your boss. Actually you had sworn yourself to specifically not act on that crush, because, well, she was your boss.

"You're going to visit the Principle and do a sexy dance in front of her, best on her lap." Your eyes widened before you hid your face in your hands. This was a disaster, you thought he wanted you to flirt a bit, ask her out. Anything, but not this.

"Aden, you are unbelievable. I'm gonna get myself fired."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic. She'll love it." He winked at you and gently pushed you toward the door. You turned around and looked at him, shocked.

"You want me to do it now? I'm not prepared, at all!" He huffed and just pushed you more.

"You don't need to prepare, just use your innate charm." He followed you and waited outside the office. Of course, he wanted to know how it went immediately. He didn't mind waiting.

With shaking hands, you knocked, and it felt like your heart beat out of your chest as Larissa called you in. With even shakier legs you entered. Your breath hitched as you saw Larissa. She looked as beautiful as ever and smiled kindly as she saw you enter.

"(Y/n), how can I help you?" You slowly approached, walking around the desk until you stood in front of her. Her eyes never leaving you.

"I'm really sorry, Principle. I've lost a bet against Aden." Larissa looked quite confused, as she didn't understand what you were apologising for. She didn't know, until you started dancing.

Slowly you moved your hips, eyes never leaving hers. Your hands roaming up and down your hips and waist, you tucked the emerald green blouse you were wearing out of your pants and started unbuttoning the blouse a little at the top. Just so much that you were still covered, but that Larissa could see enough.

Larissa's face had changed from utterly confused to a mix of anger and amusement in seconds. She couldn't deny that your actions did arouse her. She felt her fingers twitch, wanting to touch you and expose more flesh. But she kept her self-control and didn't move a bit.

While still swinging your hips you took a few steps forward to be closer to Larissa. She just couldn't keep her hands anymore, she put them on your waist and slowly guided your movements. As sexy as possible you crawled onto her lap a leg on each side of her. Your face incredibly close to hers. Larissa leaned forward a bit, her mouth right next to your ear. You had to support yourself somehow, or you would have caved in, your hand landing on her chest. She had wanted to say something, but your hand placement made the words get stuck in her throat. The self-controlled woman she is, in mere seconds she had found her voice again. It came out husky and deep, controlling and a little angry even.

"I think I need to punish you, for being such a bratty little girl, don't you think so?" You eagerly nodded, maybe a bit too eager.

"Come to my room this evening, and you'll get what you deserve. Now leave, before I'll lose it." She planted a gentle but hungry kiss on your exposed shoulder, a little foretaste of what would come later.

You stood up and left, feeling her eyes on you the whole time. Outside the office, Aden looked at you expectantly. Smirking as her saw your opened blouse.

"Not one word." You said, leaving for your room, knees still pudding. You couldn't believe what had just happened and the thought of this evening made you shiver with anticipation.

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Standing in front of Larissa's room you felt your knees nearly cave in. The day had been torture, concentrating on work, knowing what would happen in the evening. You hadn't finished half the work you wanted.

After a few second Larissa opened the door, she was still in her normal clothes. Even though she had taken the coat off, leaving her with a white silk blouse and her skirt. You didn't move, just staring at her. She was way too beautiful to be real.

"I'm flattered (Y/n), but that won't get you anywhere today." She took your wrist and pulled you in, you stood right in the middle Larissa's living room, but couldn't get a good look as she dragged you to her bedroom. She had a king-sized bed, with a big wooden headboard, graced with golden ornaments.

The sheets were cream, and you counted at least six pillows.

"Be a good girl and sit down on the bed." You obeyed, ready to do anything this woman asked of you. You saw her walking over to a drawer, getting some things. Though you couldn’t see them as she put them down on a chair out of your view.

Her voice was demanding and yet gentle. You knew you had the control, if you said stop, she would stop.

"Take of your clothes, not your underwear. That I'll do myself." She smirked at you while bluntly staring at you undress. Your blouse as well as the pants landed on the floor, and you kicked it out of the way. Larissa approached you, hands on your hips and pushed you down onto the bed. She hoovered above you and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"You've been a very bad girl, haven't you? You need to be taught a lesson." You nodded into her shoulder, as you felt her hand slowly wander down your stomach into your panties. Your whole body twitched at the contact of her cold fingers between your folds. She ran through them a few times before taking her hand out and licking her fingers.

"Your so wet already, is that all for me?"

"Yes, mistress." She chuckled at that.

"I like that, keep being such a good girl, and maybe I'll reward you in the end." You felt your centre throb more with every word she said. The effect this woman had on you was crazy.

She lowered her face and liked your nipples a few times before taking them in her mouth. You moaned at her hungry sucking and licking. She used her other hand to caress your other breast. Right as you were about to moan again she bit down on your nipple, lightly but enough for you to scream out at the sudden pain.

"Remember, this is punishment. Don't enjoy yourself too much." She looked at you, stern look on her face. But you could see raw, unfiltered lust in her eyes.

With a swift motion she released you of your panties. She stood up and went to the chair coming back with handcuffs and silk rope in hand. You got exited just seeing this. The sweet angel that Larissa actually is, her face and voice became kind again.

"Are you okay with me tying you up, (Y/n)?" Her face showed you, that she'd never actually hurt you, so you nodded.

"Yes, do it." So she did, with gentle touches she cuffed your hands to the headboard and your feet to the footboard. Regularly checking in on you, asking if nothing was too tight and if you were still feeling alright. After she was finished and sure of your well-being, she turned dominant and commanding again.

She sat down between your spread out legs and lightly stroked over your clit a few times, already making you a moaning mess under her. To your disappointment she stopped before it got too good. But all was forgiven as you saw her lean down, ready to eat you out. The second her tongue touched your clit, you let out a groan. You had never felt anything comparable to this feeling. She liked up and down your folds, tasting you as good as she could.

"You taste divine, Darling." You nearly moaned again, just because of the let name. You knew your first orgasm would come fast, as you were already absolutely worked up for her. She teased your entrance a bit with her tongue and then rubbed your clot with the tip of her tongue. Always touching you in some way, but never giving you real release. This was punishment after all.

Still, just the teasing brought you near the edge, ready to come. She felt that, she heard your moans getting louder and your legs twitching. Your hip thrusting forward to get any sort of friction or release. So right before you could come, she stopped.

"Ah, Mistress, please... I need to come!"

"But you won't." With that she stood up and went to grab something. As she turned around, your eyes widened. She held a massive vibrator in her hand. She approached you and pushed the vibrator into you. Just that made you moan out in pure pleasure. She started the vibrator, on a low level, to torture you even further.

"You will not come. Hold it in until I tell you otherwise." You wanted to say something, but she shushed you with a hungry kiss. Placing kisses on your neck down to your shoulder and finally on your breasts, liking and sucking on them, she made it even harder to hold the orgasm back. You clenched your jaw but couldn't hold the screams in. Larissa stopped caressing you and stood up. Slowly, torturously slow, she started to undress. You just couldn't keep your eyes off her body. The vibrator inside of you working you up more and more, eliciting moan after moan. It got harder and harder to not come, her show in front of you not making it easier.

As she was fully undressed, she crawled onto the bed and carefully climbed on top your face, a leg on each side of your face. She lowered herself until your mouth touched her nearly dripping centre. As you started licking her pussy she leaned forward and pulled the vibrator out of you, eliciting yet another moan from you. Carefully she touched your clit with the tip of the vibrator, your hips buckled underneath the touch, your tongue never stopping to pleasure her. She turned up the level of the vibrator.

"Oh god, (Y/n). Just like that, and don't you dare come." She was a moaning mess above you and quite honestly you had never seen anything hotter in your life. All while being eaten out, Larissa took the vibrator away from your throbbing clit and placed it on it again. Repeating this again and again, denying you the much-needed release through an orgasm.

"Ah, more, I'm close." She groaned your name and held the vibrator down onto your clit again, with more pressure this time. It was nearly unbearable.

"(Y/n) I'm coming, I want you to come at the same time as me." Larissa's moans grew loader and deeper, and you felt her thighs clench together around your face. She came and finally you got release too. With a scream you came, never had you felt an orgasm so intense. But Larissa didn't take the vibrator away. She climbed off of you and placed herself between your thighs again.

"Mistress, please. I'm too sensitive." Inserting a finger into you and pumping it in and out slowly, she looked at you.

"You can do it, come on. Just one more orgasm for your Mistress. Scream for me." And you did, at first it felt sore and uneasy but after just a few seconds the pleasure took over.

She applied even more pressure with the vibrator and thrust her fingers in and out of you faster. You moaned and screamed her name in pure ecstasy.

"Oh, Larissa. Mistress I'm coming."

"Yes, come on my fingers." With a last scream of her name you came. Completely exhausted you smiled at Larissa. She immediately turned into an angel again. Uncuffing you and cleaning you up. She neatly tucked you into bed and lay down beside you.

"I hope, I wasn't too harsh, love." She looked at you, concern in her eyes.

"No, it's fine. I promise." With that you fell asleep in her arms.

#gwendoline christie #gwendoline christie x reader #wlw #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x you #larissa x reader #wednesday #principle weems #wednesday netflix #wednsday addams #smut

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td-scenarios · 1 year

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OMG OK SO UHHH may I request some Scott fluff? 👉👈 Something like how he would go from being friends with y/n, to crushing on them, and then how he would realize he has fallen completely in love?

I am ESTATIC to have found your blog AAA💕💕💕

ahhhhh yes!!!! i LIVE for scott just being a silly guy sometimes. u r literally feeding me tysm <3333

Scott going through the stages of falling in love with y/n

I think that you and Scott would eventually start getting along since you had overheard his plans and instead of calling it dumb or telling every other camper about his plots, you confronted him about them and developed the plans a bit more.

ur an antagonist now sorry (not rlly. youre more like a really supportive best friend)

For the most part, at the beginning, he'd just come to you to double check what he thought of made sense (he's pretty sure he didn't make any mistakes, but a second opinion never hurts.)

But eventually, y'all are hanging out more just for the fun of it than anything to do with the game.

Scott is kind of funny. And he thinks you're not all that bad either.

Despite being on opposite teams, you guys sit with each other during meals just because you are one another's preferred company.

"So, Y/N, would you rather be stuck shoveling cowpies the rest of your life, or-"

"Does everything have to do with cow shit for you?"

And similar back n forth for pretty much most of your guys' conversations.

You make the island genuinely bearable for him.

This is the thought that eventually makes him realized he's screwed

Your laugh? More lovely than he remembered it being

Your jokes? Suddenly 10x funnier

Your smile? He can hardly make eye contact anymore

TL;DR you make his heart go skittles color

It's fine though. It's containable.

He wouldn't let anyone get his head out of the game

Just because he liked his first best friend ever didn't change much. Back on the farm, he would've never had this issue so of course he thinks he can push through.

So the routine between the two of you continues on except his cheeks stay tinted the same pink. That's the only difference.

Everything will be fine. He'll get over it

He doesn't get over it.

Everytime you speak, he gets this far off look in his eye. Maybe even a dopey smile.

"Are you even listening to me, Scott?"

"Hm? Ya, of course. I love....rats?"

"You suck."

At this point, it's hard to have a coherent conversation with him.

He's a bumbling stumbling mess around you. Nothing like what he was like before. He's really bad at handling his emotions that aren't negative. He's a growing boy let him live.

Scott can't believe he'd ever say this, but he thinks that he has fallen in love with you.

Jokes on him, you thought he was cute from the start and him being all shy and lovestruck around you has only made that affection grow tenfold

Disappointingly, u two are UNBEARABLE and won't do anything abt your feelings

Clearly, you can see he likes you back which should make it easy, but it's the principle of the matter that scares you

and, just look at scott, he can barely get a word out around u. he's just a pathetic guy let him live

So what eventually makes this all work out?

Anne-Maria

"Ugh, you two losers just kiss already!"

That sure helped you make a move

Scott is still utterly tongue-tied around you, but once you two start dating he clears up a bit

He's actually just a big softie since he wants his first relationship to go really really well

And, well

He does really love you

#total drama island #total drama revenge of the island #tdroti #td scott #total drama scott #total drama x reader #total drama imagines #total drama scott x reader

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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*A/n~ a fluffy self indulgent fic that I am mainly writing or myself. I'm so sorry I haven't posted yesterday I've been going through some personal stuff. Which is actually what prompted this fic*

Prompt} touch starved reader isn't use to receiving the love and attention her body craves without their being a hidden agenda or used as a punishment.

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Your past was something you tried to forget about. Your home is Nevermore. Your family? Nevermore. Friends? Students and staff in Nevermore. Your home town? Jericho. Now as much as you craved the facts just stated to be true you had to live with the fact it wasn't. This place and these people may not be blood but a chosen family doesn't require sharing blood. Teaching outcast history was one of the few things that brought you an unmatched joy. Ironic really, you spent all your life running from your past only for your comfort to be learning of others pasts.

Despite your reserved nature, you excelled at your job. Students love you, staff would admire your work and the principle made it clear that your work is nothing short than extraordinary. That doesn't mean that you didn't struggle. You did. Struggling in silence due to your reserved nature. Which is what lead you here. In your room, breaking down.

Today being a particularly hard day for you, all you could do is isolate yourself and work through the emotional turmoil. Conflicting feelings battling for dominance over your already exhausted body. Tears racing down your cheeks with no end in sight. Your eyes stinging as you continued to just feel it all. All the overwhelming pain of the past. You know it won't get better till you allow yourself to feel it. In the safety of your quarters you just basked in the negative emotions waiting them out. It was only a knock at the door they grabbed your attention.

You brought your hands up to wipe the tears away. Pointless really as they continued to fall instantly. In half a mind to tell the other person to leave, we'll that all died on your tongue as you saw her. The one and only amazingly talk principal. Her eyes scanning the room in an attempt to work out what was causing you emotions. Unable to find anything of use she stepped into the room shutting the door.

"Y/n? Are you quite alright?" She murmured keeping eye contact with you watching carefully for any drastic changes.

"Hmm just okay" you hummed out not really registering that she didn't believe you. Tears still streaming silently down your cheeks as your gaze was fixated on the glowing of the fire. The orange glow reflecting beautifully on your normally pale skin.

It was then that you felt a pair of strong arms snake around your waist. Stiffening at the contact instantly. Your body reacting as if the taller women was a threat. Your breath hitched in your throat getting stuck there. The room starting to spin, you kept trying to remind yourself you're safe. No one would hurt you now. Nevermore was home. And Larissa was not any danger to you. Your attempts clearly not doing any good the older women withdrew herself from you almost instantly afraid she'd overstepped. Apologises flying from her lips, she moved to stand in front of you rather than behind you. "Y/n? Can you try to breathe? You need to breathe for me."

The words coming out muffled sounds like you were being held under water. Only being human it was natural the panic spiked when you were failing to calm your breathing. Larissa's voice guiding you out of the fog like a lighthouse. You eventually pulled yourself out of your own head.

"I uh what was that?" You whimpered feeling disgusted at the weakness seeping through your words.

"Um a hug?" She mumbled back the conversation evident in her voice. Before she stumbled into a stream of apologies for causing such a reaction.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you I'm sorry y/n are you okay? I'm sorry."

Wrapping your arms tightly around yourself you can't help but long for her arms again. Eyes flicking up to her arms and back down to the ground once more you whisper ever so quietly "I uh again?"

"Again? Darling I don't want to upset you..." she trailed off unsure if she was going to invoke another bad reaction. All she received was a small shy nod causing her to slowly wrap her arms back around your waist this time pulling you into her chest.

The endorphins released was something you'd never really experienced before. Still tense you and Larissa just stood basking in the glow of the fire. Finally when your shoulders loosened and a happy sigh left your lips, only then did Larissa tighten her hold on you. She almost missed it when you whispered a confession into her chest. The beating of her heart lulling you into feelings of contentment and safety. "No one's ever done this to me before"

"Ever?" A frown gracing her lips. You deserve all the hugs in the world and it hurt her heart that you didn't receive them. "Darling I'm so sorry" she mumbled.

"Larissa, I think I um forgot what this could be like. This is helping. Can we uh um stay like this longer? If that's okay?" You whimpered out fearing the rejection or even worse being pushed from her arms and left never to experience this again.

A gentle kiss to your head and the hold around you tightening ever so slightly. "As long as you need it darling." She assured you. You could tell how sincere she was with her words.

In fact it was that the spurred you on in your emotional state to explain further. "My family aren't touchy feeley people and uh I please don't let go." A few more kisses dropped to your head as her slender fingers stroked at your waist before bringing a hand up to tangle them in your hair. The soft scratching at your skull and the steady beating of a hear below your ear soothing your troubled mind and broken heart. You may not have experienced this kind of touch before but this ? You could get use to this. In fact you may even crave it.

Word count ~ 1066

*A/n~ not sure what I feel on this. But reader being touch starved is something I relate to and I was hugged for the first time since experiencing a traumatic event in 3 years a few months ago. I’m now losing that person in my life which is devastating. Touch is extremely powerful and shouldn't be Wielded as a weapon to hurt anyone. I was exhausted from all the feelings yesterday and today I'm in my own headspace so this may not be my best work*

#fanfic #larissa weems #wednesday netflix #gwendoline christie #larissa x you #larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #principle weems #principleweemsxreader

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jessjad · 11 months

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Summary: Stepping out of your comfort zone can open new doors. But you should be prepared for the fact that these new developments can be quite painful.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Prompt: "Sleeping under the stars"

Warnings: Hurt, a little drama, character death (mentioned), but a glimpse of hope too?

Word count: 2531

A/N: Hello! :) This is my contribution to @smellingofpoetry 's 400 Follower Celebration - Summer Edition. First try, so please be gentle. ^^ I changed Jensen's character a couple of times and the story changed too. But here we are now. Jensen might be a little OOC, but the story is not real anyway. So, I hope it's not to bad after all. All mistakes are mine. Please enjoy.

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One week. It had been one week since Y/N saw Jensen. There were no calls, no text messages, nothing. And that hurt. It almost brought tears back into her eyes, but she had already cried so much that there were no tears left anymore. Y/N knew from the start that this whole relationship thing with Jensen wasn't going to work out. She should have just stuck to her principles. Getting to know him at all had felt like a great blessing. But circumstances had been unfavorable.

Jensen's wife had died three years ago and Y/N had always known that she would never get involved with a widower. More often than not, it was difficult for the new woman to get a halfway equally important place in a widower's heart. And Y/N was fed up with always being second. She had had that often enough by now and she didn't want to be hurt like that again. So when Jensen started flirting with her and wanting to get closer to her, her alarm bells went off. She had always had a crush on him ever since she first saw Jensen on TV and through a somewhat embarrassing incident he had found out, but Y/N had always held back. A small voice inside her had whispered to her that it didn't have to be like that with the dark blond Texan. That maybe he was completely different and that she wouldn't feel the same way with him. But then happened exactly what she had finally feared.

They had been together for almost six months now and Y/N had visited him at his home on a number of occasions, sometimes even staying at his place for several days. She hadn't really felt comfortable with it, because Jensen had left everything in his house as it was. And now that she knew him on a very personal level, she had also discoverd that the style of the interior reflected very little of his own taste. After Y/N realized this, it was almost as if his wife was present in every room, looking down at them from every wall. Maybe she imagined that, but she didn't dare to talk to Jensen about it. It also seemed like he wasn't very comfortable in her home, which should have been another red flag.

And then, a week ago, it happened. Y/N had just arrived at Jensen's to spend the weekend with him. They had decided to stay at home, cook and then watch a movie. So while Y/N unpacked her bag, Jensen quickly took a shower. In her bag she had brought a few personal items from her apartment to feel a little more comfortable at Jensen's home. That wasn't much, just two books and a picture. On a living room wall there was a large shelf on which almost only decorative items were placed. So Y/N made some space on one of the shelves and put her stuff there. She looked at her handiwork from behind the couch and smiled. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't even notice it. Still, she felt better right away. Satisfied with herself, she went into the kitchen and began to arrange and prepare the ingredients. But when Jensen came out of the bathroom, the good mood didn't last long.

“You already started? What are we going to cook?” Jensen smiled.

“From what you've got here, I'd say... pasta.” Y7N smiled back at him and saw him nod in agreement.

“Sounds great. Do you need help?”

“You can cut the onions, if you want?” Jensen made a face, but Y/N knew he would do it anyway.

Y/N pulled out another cutting board and knife while Jensen went into the living room and turned on the TV. She heard him zapping through the channels until he got stuck on one. Y/N was just getting a pot out of the cupboard and putting it on the stove when the drama ensued.

“Y/N?”

She heard Jensen calling her, but there was something about his tone that she didn't like right away. So she looked at him and raised her eyebrows questioningly. But when she realized where her boyfriend was standing, a chill ran down her spine. Cautiously, Y/N came out from behind the kitchen island and slowly approached him.

“What's wrong?” she asked slowly.

“Did you do that?” he sounded annoyed, but she wasn't quite sure why.

Jensen pointed to the shelf, exactly where her things were and then she suddenly knew why he was upset.

“Jensen...” she tried, but she didn't get far.

He was already taking her items down from the shelf. “I didn't tell you you could do that." Jensen put the things on the living room table and put everything back in its place.

“I didn't realize I need to ask you for it.” she answered.

Something just went very wrong here. She really hadn't asked Jensen if it was okay to bring something of hers and leave it here. But those were just a few things that were hardly noticeable. It wasn't like she wanted to move in with him right away. It should only help that she also felt at home here. But she must have thought wrong. Maybe it was now time to talk to Jensen about her feelings and thoughts. Maybe then he would understand.

“Jensen.” She took a few steps towards him and talked gently to him. “Your wife died almost three years ago. Which is painful, I understand. But since then... you haven't changed anything here. It's like..” How should Y/N describe this without hurting or offending him? “...she never left.”

Jensen huffed, but Y/N spoke again. “Do not get me wrong. Of course it's clear that you don't want to lose the memory of her, I understand that too. But I thought that we both started fresh together. That I too now have a place here with you. But every time I'm here... it feels like I'm intruding unintentionally. As if I would disturb here.”

She looked down and played with the hem of her shirt. It wasn't the whole truth, but still it wasn't a lie. She didn't want to admit it, but every time the two of them were here, Y/N experienced what she never wanted to feel again.. Like she's only second. But Jensen didn't seem to hear her words.

“You had no right to just switch things around here. These things belonged to my wife. If I want to part with it, I'll do it myself.” he fired back and looked at her unyieldingly.

“Nobody asks that of you...” she replied, but it was as if Jensen just wouldn't hear her. He just kept talking.

“Your things don't fit in here at all. When we remodeled this house, my wife spent weeks on the phone back and forth with the architect to get everything set up as it is now. You can't really compare that to your cheap furnishing style.”

Then there was silence. Jensen had turned away from her and was examining the items on the shelf. It was like he was lost in his thoughts. Y/N didn't quite know how to react to his hurtful statements. She was staring to get mad too, but she didn't want to get short-tempered too. Otherwise the situation could escalate and a reasonable conversation would be almost impossible.

“Wow...I...I didn't wanna intrude...I just thought that...I would have a place here now too.” she repeated. Oh, how wrong she was and Jensen was just about to show that to her.

“Well, you must have thought wrong on that.” Jensen crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at her angrily.

“What...what is that supposed to mean?”

Anger spread in Y/N, but she still didn't want to offend Jensen. It was all a sensitive topic and a special situation. Something she wasn't familiar with. Virtually unknown territory. But still, he didn't have to be so mean. She had always thought that the two of them could talk normally about such things. But she should be wrong about that, too.

“That's obvious, isn't it? YOU are not my wife. And you never will be either!”

And there it was. The moment when Y/N's heart shattered into a thousand pieces and the raw pain choked her so much that tears stung her eyes. Her heart was pounding so hard she feared it could be heard throughout the house. Jensen had practically thrown at her the reason why she never wanted to do anything with a widower. And maybe she just should've stuck to that. The lump in her throat made it impossible for her to speak. But Y/N didn't have to either, because Jensen wasn't finished yet.

“Everyone expects me to just start over. To leave her death behind like it never happened. But what no one seems to understand is that she was taken from me just like that. Completely unexpectedly, her life was taken. That was not fair! Everything went well, we were happy! And suddenly she's just not here anymore! Just because someone was messing with their phone while driving. I couldn't even say goodbye and nothing will ever bring her back to me. The house, all this..." Jensen stretched out his arms to either side and turned to point to everything around him. "...is the only thing I have left of her. And nobody's going to take that away from me."

That's all Y/N needed to hear. In a way he was right. It wasn't fair to lose someone you loved unexpectedly. But he wasn't the only one in the world this happened to either. And it didn't justify the fact that he hurt her so much with his words and didn't even realize it. But further conversation was pointless at the moment and Y/N wanted nothing more than to go home. Back to where she really felt comfortable and safe.

“Okay.” she replied softly, but didn't manage to look at Jensen.

She grabbed her belongings from the table and retrieved her empty bag. Y/N put on her jacket and shoes and left Jensen without another word.

And since then she hadn't heard from Jensen. She had expected that he might call in a day or two later. When he calmed down and realized how hurt his words were, at least he would apologize. But nothing. Which didn't mean Y/N would forgive him right away. Still, she would have liked an apology. But she didn't even get that from him. How could she have been so wrong about Jensen?

Y/N didn't dare write to him herself. He still had some of her stuff from her, that she had left behind in her rush to get away and even if it was just clothes she wanted them back. Taking a deep breath, she picked up her cell phone and wrote Jensen a neutral message. Y/N certainly wouldn't apologize. And since he didn't seem to want to apologize either, maybe it was time to realize that it was actually over and that she had to look ahead after all.

It lasted until the early evening when Jensen answered her. And he, too, didn't wrote much. He just sent her an address to go to, as he thought it would be better if they met in public. If Y/N had a little bit of hope before, it was all gone now. So, with a heavy heart, she set out. Her annoyance was still somehow there and actually she would like to take it out on Jensen. But on the other hand, she didn't want to give him that power over her either. He had already made her fall in love with him. Something she had finally wanted to say to him a week ago. Luckily she hadn't.

When Y/N arrived at their destination, she wondered a bit. The address belonged to a glamping site where you could eat and stay overnight. After a moment she got out of her car and walked towards the main building. A young woman was standing at the reception desk and Y/N gave her her name. The woman smiled and gave her a little map after telling her the way. What was that supposed to mean?

With the map in hand she set off and after a short time she realized that she was walking towards a small dome tent, the upper third of which was transparent. the weather was now getting quite warm and summer was fast approaching. There shouldn't be a single cloud in the sky that night and in this tent one would certainly be able to watch the stars undisturbed. But suddenly she stopped, because Jensen was standing on the small plateau in front of the tent and looked in her direction. Now her nerves were starting to kick in and she took a few more steps towards him before stopping.

“Hey.” said Jensen and smiled softly.

Y/N didn't know what to say back. He seemed so... normal. As if nothing had ever happened. What did he want to say with his behavior?

“Your... things are in the tent.” Jensen pointed shyly to it.

“What?” Y/N was still confused and just didn't understand what was going on here.

“I booked it for tonight. For you.”

What happened here? Was she dreaming? Jensen no longer smiled, on the contrary. He seemed serious and didn't give her a chance to react.

“I'm sorry Y/N I'm so so sorry. I've been a huge asshole to you and there's probably nothing that excuses that. All I can say is that I just saw red. You were right. I didn't change anything in the house because it still made me feel connected to my wife. I... subconsciously didn't want it to be true.”

She saw that Jensen seemed to have a hard time admitting these things. But she tried not to let it get to her.

“When I met you, it was like everything just kind of... got easier. You were... like a light that pulled me out of the darkness. God, that sounds so cheesy." Jensen ran a hand down his face and tried to cover his embarrassment. “I don't think I've processed my grief properly yet. Even though it's been three years. Otherwise the situation would have been completely different.”

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes but she tried to hold her ground. Jensen slowly approached her, but still kept enough distance.

“You are such an amazing woman, Y/N. You are funny, smart, loving and beautiful. I never thought that I would meet a woman like you again. And then I screw it up in every possible way. That's why I booked this tent for you. You once said that you want to be sleeping under the stars for a night. I just wanted... that not every memory you associate with me is a bad one.”

“You still remember that?” Y/N couldn't believe it.

“Of course I do.” he responded.

And suddenly, without warning, hope was there again.

#smellingofpoetry400celebration #jensenxreader #fanfiction #supernatural

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birbwell · 9 months

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Could you please post your thoughts on Remigius 🙏

i need to grab him by the ankle and spin him over my head and smash him into the wall

same as Waleran, i really Really disliked him on my first playthrough. man had no subtlety to how suspicious he seemed and he only matched that with how cruel he was to his lessers. then Book 2 happened and sniffs snif actually i quite like you you contentious stick man.

spoilers for the rest of the game/some parts of the book/a part of the miniseries under the cut!

i think him being relegated from Main Antagonist of the first part to becoming a perpetually disgruntled subprior who Can respect you if you do the right things stuck to me. don't get me wrong, he's spiteful and conservative and still especially disdains Ellen, and he would probably cane teenagers if Philip wasn't there, and the younger monks are still obviously afraid of him. look at how they flinch when Remigius snaps his book shut. but hey. i never said he was a good person, just an interesting one.

there's a bit after the fleece fair attack where Remigius tries to take over Philip's speech to the people after he fails in his despair. you can read it as annoyance- Remigius could have left him right there and reveled in his misery but it shows he has principles beyond getting one over Philip, at the very least a duty to pick up where the prior can't.

for all of Remigius's blustering and clear contempt for everything and everyone, everything he says is all bark and no bite. he's a coward. in the book, he runs away when trying to carry Adolphus' bones out of the burning cathedral out of fear. he treats others like dirt but he's completely subservient to, and terrified of, waleran.

he can be agreeable when he wants to be. when the timeskip happens in Book 3, we see Kingsbridge fallen green into disrepair. it's not bustling as it once was, a lot of people have either died in the attack or left afterwards- and Remigius is still there. if you finished the game then we all know he was probably still there just to monitor Philip for Waleran. but with Milius and Cuthbert dead and with Tom out of the picture, they're left with each other and for Once. Cynical Philip and Remigius seem to see eye to eye with how to run Kingsbridge- quietly. perhaps it's conjecture but that's the impression i got at the beginning of their argument. it's a shame that this part of Kingsbridge isn't covered very much because it could have been interesting to see what life had become for its inhabitants And to see Remigius and Philip's relationship at that point

then everyone comes back and Remigius defects to become dean of Shiring lol. i won't touch on the book or miniseries too much here but this ends up being a bad move- Waleran throws him out on his ass and he becomes a beggar. when Philip and Remigius meet again it's a whole pitiful thing and like. he tries to hold on to what little defiance he has left. it's! and i like this bit because (even if it's self-serving) he has the capacity to change, very much Prodigal Son-esque.

none of that happens in the game but whichever canon you subscribe to, i think both are very Remigius :]

THEN comes the finale. the trial. Waleran is decked out in his bitchiest liturgical garb! its a fun little show trial calling for Philip's imprisonment! then Waleran calls in Remigius to the stand. he didn't fall down on his luck in the game, this is Waleran's star witness. the culmination of his duties is Remigius ratting on Philip and YET he still manages to find something good to say about him, about how he helped the Earlscastle refugees. he's finally in this position of power, too, as the dean of Shiring, but he's clearly still in Waleran's leash. when Remigius puts out his own opinion on the miracle, Waleran shoots him a Look(tm) and he immediately changes course. THEN he continues pointing the finger at Philip. its so! he has mixed priorities here!

and when Waleran- for the first time at this point- is genuinely baffled by the revelation that James didn't drown in the river- he has NO why the gang is claiming this but he looks at Remigius, fuming. because it was his one job. all he had to do was kill James, and he didn't, and he failed, so he has to pay the price.

BUT THE THING IS! this was Remigius's one act of defiance. they hanged Jacques Cherbourg in 1125, and this trial is taking place in 1155. for 30 years- he's been in Waleran's grasp, he 'fulfilled his role as sub-prior wonderfully' all this time. Remigius is a dog and a coward through and through... but he could not bring himself to kill James. and i'm choosing to believe that it was because he was his friend. it just ties in so neatly with the idea that perhaps over the years he's grown close enough to some people in the priory that maybe he could be better- despite the overwhelming control that Waleran has on him.

IT ALSO TIES IN VERY WELL WITH REMIGIUS MINISERIES'S DEAD GAY LOVER BACKSTORY but that's a whole thing for another time

#the pillars of the earth #pillars of the earth #remigius #philip of gwynedd #waleran bigod #birbwellspeaks #AOUGh!#i said a lot of words there.

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[[spoilers for The Beginner's Guide, also this post will make no sense if you haven't played it]]

Erm... I'm back. Just a status update for you all. I am here in the Parable, and I am still recovering emotionally from my journey. I truly don't know what I expected to find in The Beginner's Guide, but it wasn't that. I thought surely if I visited Davey's other work I would gain some insight into where I came from, yet now I feel more confused than I did before I started this whole mission. Confused and disturbed. I know the game is fictionalized and not fully autobiographical, but... I cannot tell where the truth ends and the story begins. Is Coda a stand-in for a real person? Is Davey really as selfish and cruel as he portrays himself? If so, I don't think I want to know much more about him.

The worst part is I see parts of myself in him. The clinginess, the constant need for validation. I tried getting into a conversation, asking questions about why I exist the way I do, but I couldn't get a word in edgewise. It was like I wasn't even there and he was just musing to himself. It reminded me of a very dark time in my life, when I was stuck in one place with no one to talk to and I just talked to myself over and over again. I suppose the prison motifs in Coda's work didn't help in that regard. It was like looking into a funhouse mirror version of all the stuff I tried to bottle up about myself. I found myself trying to change the story, trying to rip up lampposts from the ground and smash doors into splinters, but the game is entirely linear. I was swept along helplessly, spiralling into infinitely meta anxiety. For how can one even analyze the meaning of a game that's about analyzing games for meaning? How can I come to any conclusion without doing exactly what Davey did to his friend, and betraying my own principles in the process?

I return home now with a feeling of vague shame and disgust, my head spinning around the paradox before me. Coda, if you do exist, I'm sorry on behalf of my (our?) creator. I hope you find your creative spark again. As for me, I have some thinking to do. And some planning. There's an important date coming up and I don't want to miss it.

#tsp #the stanley parable #ask blog #original #unreality #spoilers

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icgaminglogs · 9 months

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Nightwing's Log, Night 15

Hell. Oswald's in trouble. And we can't just leave him dangling; he did give us his help. Eventually. Besides, at this point it's about the principle of standing against the Court as much as it is balancing the scales. Let's take care of this.

Jesus. The Iceberg Lounge is a wreck. But I can hear Cobblepot's voice, so he's still alive at least.

...goddammit. That bastard set me up. I found him pinned to the wall. If he'd told me about the gas mechanism behind him I might have been able to get us both out, but no. What kind of deal did he cut to turn me over to the Court. And where the hell am I. That gas hasn't fully worn off yet, the world keeps wavering. But they didn't take my weapons and I'm not tied down...that's something, at least. I hope.

My AR isn't working. Broken? Or shielded? What is this place? I'm feeling a little steadier now I'm moving, maybe that gas is wearing off, but that doesn't help me if I can't find a way out. Hopefully this log is still recording, though I don't guess it'll do anyone a whole lot of good if I stay stuck in here. Comms are blocked. Again. And I can't figure out what those things on the wall are. I've got a bad feeling about

...okay. So that was a trap, but here I am back where I started. That doesn't make sense. So let's think about this. Triggered a trap, woke up back at the beginning. Is this place even real? What did that gas do to me?

That picture wasn't there before. I know it wasn't. But that's the trap that got me, and that's me, getting got. What the hell...? Come on, Dick, stay calm and focus here. Even if this place isn't real, you have no idea how to break out of it yet. Only option is to keep moving. If that trap is still there I'll just have to find a way past it.

It's still there. So that hasn't changed, at least. Okay, let's try this...

That worked. Was that Kane's voice? So I am being watched. Fine. Let him watch. But like hell I'm going to give up here.

Wait, was that-...?

Are there Talons in here with me? I think I preferred the creepy voice-overs, thanks.

Okay...a maze of death. I can do this...slow and steady, look at the floor. Unscorched stone should be safe. Should be. But there's two paths from here, and I don't know which one to take. Guess we'll start with the left one. Might as well, since nothing else about this place is right. Ha.

Die here? The hell I will. And even if I do I won't be forgotten. But go ahead and keep underestimating me, Kane. I'll beat this place yet.

Okay, dead end this way...oh, there's gotta be a better way to say that in here. Time to double back and take the other path.

Wait a minute. That wasn't there before. It was fire jets, not a blender. And there's no sign of the other path; there's two new ones instead. How fast does this place change around me? How is it changing? I didn't even hear anything, and in a place like this sound carries. This has to be some kind of illusion. What was in that gas they hit me with...?

Deep breath, Dick. Stay focused. Let's go left again, see if it goes nowhere again.

Wait. That was. Bruce? But...no, don't get distracted. Distraction in here means death. Stay focused, Nightwing. Keep moving.

Well, the left path led somewhere this time. A seating area and a badly out-of-tune record player. And two new paths. Left again; best way to get out of a maze is just to pick one wall and keep following it.

That's...that is not okay. Breathe, keep breathing, whatever this is it's not real, it can't be real, there's no way. That's definitely not me lying on the ground like a discarded ragdoll. Keep moving, just keep moving....

And the body just disappeared. Like this place wasn't spooky enough. But at least that proves it's just an illusion.

Somehow that really doesn't make me feel better.

Stop using his voice.

Wha-...are those mummies? Oh god...there really is no way to tell what's real and what's not. Has to be the gas still, doesn't it? There's mist in here, maybe they're piping the stuff in, I don't know. But panic isn't going to help, I've got to stay calm. It's the only way I'll get out of here.

Stop using his voice.

What the hell is that?

Another mimic of me? This time with a Court mask on, as if that would ever happen. Fuck off, Kane. I'm going to get through this, and I'm going to take you down.

Stop. Using. His voice. Bruce would never use anyone as cannon fodder.

Oh no. Okay. I've faced this once before, I can do it again, right? They died a long time ago, this isn't real, it's just this place screwing with my head. Kane screwing with my head. He knows who I am, knows my history. He's trying to shake me, that's all. Trying to break me. It won't work. I won't let it. I can't.

What...? No...no, that's not...no, come on, have to focus. Keep moving, Dick!

No, that's not-...goddammit, stop using his voice!

Thank god, a doo-...oh *hell* no. I'm getting out of here, moving doors or no.

Finally. So, now where am I? Apart from some room with a huge owl lamp? My AR still isn't working, though...interference of some kind? Or is this still part of the illusion maze?

Looks like it. But I got through the puzzle room, so let's keep going. Only way out is through. Air's cleaner now, though; guess I was right about the gas. My head's killing me, but at least it's clear. Onward.

...that looks suspiciously like the room I woke up in. Call me paranoid, but I don't trust it.

Okay good, there's a path around. How big is this place, anyway?

Okay, since when did Talons talk? Is this one of the new ones? The ones made with living subjects? It was bigger than the others, too. But slower. and probably hit harder, not that I offered a chance to find out. Even that thing couldn't survive a statue on its head, though. Through the wall we go, hopefully this is a way out.

Holy Labyrinth, the rooms were moving. How long ago was all this even built?

My AR's working again! must have been interference or shielding. There's no telling how far underground I am, and I'm surrounded by what looks like concrete. Okay, let's see what we can find. There's got to be an exit somewhere.

Sometimes it's nice to go out with a bang. And maybe that'll make it harder for them to use their labyrinth for a while.

Oh that water's cold...but hopefully it'll lead me out of here.

Found their lab, at least. And what looks like their chief scientist. Handy.

They are using living people, jesus. And volunteers? Who would volunteer for this? Actually I'm probably better off not knowing. The scary part is how many there are already...even the League would be hard pressed to fight them off. If they get loose, Gotham's done for. I've got to get back to the Belfry...

Well that wasn't the way out. But Kane's planning on releasing all those Talons tonight? I've got to stop it.

That should do it. Hard to overrun Gotham when you're frozen solid. It won't stop them forever, probably, but it'll buy us a day or two at least. Time to go home.

Thank god.

#nightwing's log #dick grayson #nightwing #gotham knights #gotham knights game #fanfic #fanfiction #dc fanfic #nightwing fanfiction

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lesucremygic · 8 months

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13+13

It's as if the title is going to give you a glimpse of everything terrifying. It's not haha, or maybe it will? Being past 25 is quite terrifying to me.

But I'm very excited about turning 26. The age does feel like I have a new start. I mean technically, I can always make my new start regardless of the time. It's up to me, what is it the society gonna dictate me for again? They have demanded a lot from me.

But walking away from the big number of 25 does feel a little bit like an accomplishment.

I guess life is not always this leisure, but after being in a fight or flight mode for quite long, to be able to taste the mediocrity, the mundane of slow life I can assure you, I can see more clearly.

Last year, I realized that I have never really celebrated myself properly, it was quite a revelation that rendered me speechless. I actually didn't know how to appreciate everything that I have in me without looking at them from the glasses of social expectation.

For someone who does have quite a principle, I always have some kind of battle with myself. But then I realize, those fights are my way to learn, to be a better version of myself. It means that I am still walking despite getting stuck a lot here and there.

One of my ways to celebrate myself and satisfy my teenage self is getting a self-portrait as it was a medium for me to celebrate my existence. I can see myself clearly as someone who does think, who can implement concepts and ideas into something tangible as photographs of my own being. I thought it was going to turn cringe, but apparently I’m happy with the way the whole concept turned out. I can see myself as… you know, me.

Birthdays used to always feel like gloomy revelations that your time is running out, that the clock keeps on ticking like crazy, that you have to run even aimlessly despite how blurry everything is in front of you. However, I decided to change the way I think about that bitter point of view since I realized, our minds sometimes are the cage.

I’m the one who trapped myself inside it.

To feel lost and gloomy is very normal, there is actually nothing wrong with that.

But to dwell on something that is actually proven to be as temporary as life, instead of joining the chirps of the birds and nature singing for their purpose is one big loss that somehow I regretted for not doing sooner.

There is so much to appreciate about getting older. You get wiser, you get calmer, you get to think from a lot of resources you have collected all of your life, you get to solve stressing situation without feeling like you need to be decapitated exactly at the moment of crisis, you get to experience the joy and the flow of having to live as you are in spite of still searching for your purpose.

Life does get crazy, as you get older you actually understand that it’s never going to get easier. You just have to accept your situation and walk with determined steps, it can falter sometimes but that’s also okay, just rest for a few moments before taking another. Big steps, small steps, it doesn’t really matter, take the steps even if it’s just a centimeters wide.

All you have to know is, you did walk, you survived, you celebrate you for existing when it gets too tired, and life does go on.

To all of my platonic, familial and remotely romantic loved ones, all of my thanks to you for joining me in my journey to go on. My deepest gratitude for helping celebrate myself in ways that resonate a lot with me.

To all the years ahead of us, I hope we can always remain healthy and sane.

Haha.

To 26, to getting older, to living life.

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Happy birthday you pocket sized environmentally friendly human with a barely retraceable carbon footprints who loves the wonders of sea even though you're scared of the deep waters.

#26yearsold #brainrot #tinyhuman #beingemotional #birthday #essay #reflection

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pesterloglog · 5 months

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Vriska Serket, Tavros Nitram

Act 5, page 2349-2351

AG: Taaaaaaaavros!

AG: Go outside and look at what I 8uilt for you! You are going to FLIP!

AT: oKAY,

AT: i THINK THIS, iS,

AT: pROBABLY MEANT TO ANTAGONIZE ME,

AG: What are you talking a8out. Look at my 8eatiful 8uilding. Don't you think it's a8out time someone got a little cre8tive with this game????????

AT: uMMM, mAYBE,

AG: Everyone always wants to do things the 8oring way.

AG: Didn't we make a truce, Tavros? That we would try to 8e less 8oring from now on?

AG: You don't want to 8reak your truce with me, do you Tavros?

AT: nO,

AG: Gr8. Now get clim8ing!

AT: pLEASE DON'T READ THIS AS,

AT: a BORING THING, i HOPE,

AT: bUT,

AT: iT'S PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO DO THAT, mOSTLY,

AG: Man. I knew it. Toreasnooze is 8ACK IN ACTION.

AT: wHY DON'T YOU, iN LIKE,

AT: a NOT BORING WAY, bUILD,

AT: mORE INCLINED SURFACES, lIKE YOU DID OVER THERE,

AT: mAYBE YOU COULD COLOR THEM, wITH FUN COLORS,

AT: sO YOU WON'T THINK THEY'RE BORING AND GET ANGRY AT ME SOME MORE,

AG: I 8uilt that ramp 8ecause we were in a hurry to save your life, remem8er?

AG: A dead Tavros is even more 8oring than an alive and crippled Tavros 8y a slim margin.

AG: My stair structure is lovely and I'm not changing it.

AG: Now hop out of your wheel device and get clim8ing!!!!!!!!

AT: uHH,

AT: cLIMBING,

AG: Or crawling. Whatever! Stop 8eing so helpless. It's pathetic.

AT: iT WILL TAKE A LONG TIME,

AG: What's the rush! You're in the game, safe and sound. Look in the sky. Do you see any meteors? I sure don't!

AT: bUT, tHERE ARE IMPS AROUND,

AT: aND i'LL BE SORT OF DEFENSELESS,

AT: lYING DOWN ON STAIRS,

AG: Siiiiiiiigh.

AG: You did not just use that excuse. We 8oth know you can commune with these things.

AG: Hey! Why don't you psychically command them to carry you up????????

AG: Oh my god that is a gr8 idea. Once again, leave it to Vriska to come up with the cre8tive solutions.

AT: i WOULDN'T REALLY,

AT: WANT TO MAKE THEM DO THAT,

AT: i JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND, wHY,

AT: wE CAN'T DO THIS THE EASY WAY,

AG: What good would that do you?

AG: Whatever the purpose of this game is, it makes you work hard for it!

AG: That way you 8ecome stronger along the way and you are 8etter prepared for whatever's next.

AG: Remem8er when we used to flarp together???????? It was the exact same principle. And that's why you were always outmatched! You were too soft and not well prepared.

AG: Nothing comes easy, Tavros. That is why we go through the trials in the 8rooding caverns when we are young.

AG: To make sure we are strong when we come out!

AG: Do you remem8er the trials, Tavros?

AT: nOT VERY WELL, nO,

AG: Well, I do, and they were a 8itch.

AG: 8ut now that I think a8out it, it would make perfect sense if your trials were really easy 8y some mistake.

AG: That is why you are such a soggy phlegm sponge, and why you got picked 8y such a sad, frail little lusus!

AT: }:(

AG: 8ut that's ok, it pro8a8ly wasn't your fault. Just a 8ad 8r8k!

AG: You're lucky you have me as a server player, so I can challenge you and help you get strong.

AG: Now hop out of that seat and get clim8ing! I will deliver the device to you once you are at the top.

AG: Clim8, Pupa!

AG: Cliiiiiiiiim8!

AT: mAYBE i SHOULD ASK TINKERBULL ABOUT THIS,

AT: hE'S REALLY SMART, nOW THAT HE CAN TALK,

AG: No!!!!!!!!

AG: You don't need help from your lame 8ull fairy. He is only holding you 8ack.

AT: hE'S MY FRIEND,

AG: God. Pathetic.

AG: This is getting frustrating.

AG: Why did I have to get stuck with the cripple? Just my luck.

AG: Do you have any idea how inconvenient this is? Do you have any sympathy for what I'm dealing with here?

AT: uHH,

AG: You're so inconsider8. You just sit there looking smug. It's infuri8ing to look at you.

AG: You haven't even thanked me! Or apologized for that matter!!!!!!!!

AG: uHHHHHHHH THANKS VRISKA, fOR sAVING UHH MY LIFE,

AG: uMMMMM IT SURE WAS 8RAVE AND HEROIC AND PRETTY OF YOU,

AG: aLSO uMMM dUHHH,,,, uMMM,,, i AM SORRY FROM THE 8OTTOM OF MY NOOK,,,,,,,,,,

AG: Seriously, how hard would that have 8een?

AT: oKAY,

AT: tHANKS, i GUESS,

AT: bUT,

AT: sORRY FOR WHAT,

AG: For 8eing crippled, you ass!

AT: yOU WANT ME TO APOLOGIZE,

AT: fOR BEING PARALYZED,

AG: Yes.

AG: Say you're sorry.

AT: i DON'T MEAN TO BE RUDE, oR bORING,

AT: bUT THAT'S RIDICULOUS, gIVEN,

AT: uH, tHE CIRCUMSTANCES,

AG: 8ullshit!

AG: It's something called 8asic decency and civility you fudge8looded 8oor.

AG: Now get down on your useless wo88ly knees and apologize.

AT: nO, i DON'T WANT TO,

AG: >::::O

AG: Apologize, Pupa!

AG: Apologiiiiiiiize!!!!!!!!

AG: Say you're sorry for being a cripple! Wheeeeeeee!

AG: Aaaaaaaahahahahahahahaha!

#homestuck #vriska serket #tavros nitram #homestuck act 5 #page 2249 #page 2350 #page 2351 #homestuck act 5 act 1

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youbloodymadgenius · 3 years

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Ivarello (Modern!Ivar x reader) Chapter 2

Moodboard by @quantumlocked310

Ivarello's masterpost here

A/N: This is my entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 500 Followers Fairy Tale Challenge. It's a retelling of Cinderella. Congrats again, darling 💖

A huge thank you to @mrsalwayswrite , who's a great beta reader and an even greater cheerleader 😂

A massive thank you to @quantumlocked310 , @vikingstrash and @serasvictoria . Thank you for agreeing to collaborate and for sharing your talent with me. Your moodboards are beyond amazing 🤩

In this story, Sigurd is alive. Ragnar and Aslaug are dead, but Lagertha didn't kill her. I took a lot of liberties with the show, I hope you won't mind.

Unlike the tale, there will be no magic involved. Not everything will be realistic, however. It's a fayritale, after all!

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Summary: Orphaned five years ago, Ivar and his brothers have been living with Lagertha ever since. Now 16 years old, he wants to attend Harald's traditional Midsummer party, but obstacles stand in his way.

Warnings: description of car crash; orphaned kids; Sigurd being Sigurd; OOC characters.

Words: 2075

Additional note: In Norway, you are of age at 18.

Enjoy 🙂

🛡⚔️🛡

"... don't start eating until your brother joins us."

As he pushes himself down the large hallway leading to the kitchen, Ivar can hear Lagertha's assertive voice. He knows exactly who she's talking to and his suspicions are confirmed as soon as he enters the room, as a very displeased and apparently famished Hvitserk looks at him with irritation before letting out a muffled, "it's 'bout time."

"Sorry, I must have dozed off." Shrugging, Ivar wheels up to the kitchen table, the smell of pizza tickling his nostrils. He must be hungrier than he thought.

"You look like Hel." Sigurd sneers in greeting.

Ivar, without bothering to look up, just tilts his head and hisses through clenched teeth, "coming from you, dear brother, I take that as a compliment."

He can feel Lagertha's gaze upon him and when he turns his head toward her, she is staring at him, the worry obvious in her eyes.

"I wouldn’t have put it exactly like that but Sigurd isn't wrong." She crosses the room and leans over, her brow furrowed. "You look exhausted, sweetie, what's going on?"

Ivar almost wants to laugh. He looks exhausted? No kidding? Yeah, guess what? That's what two sleepless nights in a row usually do to you. At least that's what they did to him. What you did to him, haunting his nights and even haunting his dreams, waking him up with a start, his heart pounding in his chest, the few times he managed to fall asleep. At least, he'd made up his mind early this morning. Hopefully, now that the decision has been made, he'll sleep better. Saturday night, he'll see you again. His heart is racing at the thought and he inhales deeply, trying to calm down.

Unsurprisingly persistent, Lagertha asks again as she places her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly, "Ivar, are you all right?"

He wishes he could just ignore his stepmom but knows she won't let it rest. Unwilling to admit that he owes his restless nights to a girl - to you - he decides to keep his answer vague. "So-so," he mumbles, slightly rocking his right hand.

"You're in pain? Do you need more meds? I could run to the drugstore really quick."

For once, he doesn't resent Ubbe for his well-meant yet patronizing kindness, nor for the pitying look he gives him. Actually, he silently thanks him for the good diversion. As long as his brothers and Lagertha believe that it's his legs that bother him, keeping him awake, his secret - you - will be safe.

Faking a small, sheepish smile, Ivar shakes his head. "Thanks bro, but that's okay, I have everything I need. Guess I should just double-up the tramadol tonight." He winces for good measure, knowing fully well he won't even need a single dose. The pain in his legs today is barely at four, nothing he can't handle.

Once the meal is almost over – which in plain English means that everyone but Hvitserk has finished eating, but thanks to Lagertha principle 'no one leaves the table until everyone has finished, boys', they're all stuck here – Ivar decides it's time to break the news.

"I'm gonna go to the party."

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, the kitchen falls quiet. Even Hvitserk stops chewing, putting his last slice of pizza back on his plate.

Not knowing what to do with the silence, and feeling a little awkward, Ivar explains further, a hand on his neck, "the midsummer party, I mean. Harald's party."

"We heard you just fine, sweetie." Lagertha is the first to pull herself together, even though the disbelief is clear in her voice. As Ivar looks up, his brothers are staring at him, slack-jawed, bewildered, probably wondering what's got into their baby brother.

"Let me get this straight." With widened eyes, Ubbe starts running both hands through his hair, "you are considering attending Harald's party, right? That's... That's what you said?"

"Yep." Ivar shrugs as if it was no big deal. Who is he kidding? Of course, it is! Attending the party is a fucking huge deal for him. There's no way in Hel he'll admit it, though. Not in front of his brothers. No fucking way!

"I'm not sure I understand..." Ubbe sounds cautious and it infuriates Ivar to no end.

"What part of 'I'm gonna go to the party' don't you get, brother? Huh? Too many big words for you?" He wants to keep going but when Lagertha clears her throat and gives him a stern look, he faintly raises an apologetic hand while muttering under his breath, "okay, okay, I'll stop."

Heaving a sigh, he shrugs once more. "Seriously, you don't all have to look so surprised. I just want to go to Harald's party. It's really not that big of a deal."

"But you never wanted to, sweetie. Why now?" Lagertha's eyes are wide open and there's a frown on her forehead as she crosses her arms.

"Why not?" Ivar can't help but raise his voice. "I'm sixteen, Lagertha! Thought I was entitled to a change of heart. Was I wrong?" Pointing a finger successively at each of his brothers, his free hand grabs his push rim, his knuckles white. "The three of you attend every year, why shouldn't I?" Looking directly at Lagetha once again, he asks in a clipped voice, "You're not going to tell me I can't go, are you?"

"Of course not, sweet–" She begins but Ubbe cuts her off.

"Listen Ivar, no one is saying you shouldn't go, not yet at least. As a matter of fact, no one would be more pleased than I if you were willing to go out more. Playing pool, going to the movies, or just having drinks, you know you're always welcome to come along with us. But..." Ubbe groans, rubbing his hands over his face and Ivar stiffens, grinding his teeth, "Harald's party, really? It's not going to work. You know it takes place on the beach, it's not exactly wheelchair-friendly."

Reluctantly taking his eyes off his slice of pizza, Hvitserk jumps in. "Ivar is our brother, if he wants to go, we find a way. That's it - I'll carry him."

Positively surprised, a small smile playing on his lips, Ivar thanks his brother with a nod, glad – and relieved too, because two are always better than one, right? – that Hvitserk, as so often, backs him up. Of all his brothers, he's the only one who sees him first as a sixteen-year-old and not as a cripple.

Ubbe is having none of it though. "Hvitserk, just stay out of this, okay?" He's practically shouting, chin up and chest out. "You don't have a say! I'm the oldest, not you! I don't think it's a good idea for Ivar to attend Harald's party, period."

Hvitserk furrows his brow and for a short moment, Ivar thinks his brother is going to fight back but eventually he lowers his gaze, defeated, before shoving the whole slice of pizza into his mouth. Ivar knows all too well that his brother, who's not the most tenacious of them, hates confrontation, especially with Ubbe.

Unlike him, Ivar is always ready to pick up a fight, even when it's not worth it, even when he is wrong. Today, though, it's definitely worth it.

His nostrils flaring, he smashes his fist down on the table, his face crumpled with anger. "Who do you think you are, Ubbe? You may be the oldest, but you're not my father, okay? So please, just do me a favor, brother, and read my lips." His voice dripping with sarcasm, his bottom lips quivering, Ivar is absolutely livid, "You. Don't. Have. A. Say. Period."

Ubbe is about to retort, his hands clenched into fists but Lagertha raises a hand, shutting him up. "Boys, boys, boys!" Glancing at Ubbe and then at Ivar, she shakes her head, not exactly thrilled with their outburst. "Now, calm down, both of you. Ubbe, Ivar is right. You may be his big brother, you may be an adult, but you're not his father. I know you mean well but as Ivar's guardian, I have the final say." Turning her head toward Ivar, she cracks him a reassuring smile. "We'll talk about this later, okay? Just the two of us."

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Slamming the door shut, Ivar wheels up right next to his bed and, angling his chair just right, transfers over onto his bed before punching the wall, a roar escaping his lips. Big tears of frustration and anger run down his cheeks as Sigurd's words linger in his mind.

He had been surprised when his less-favorite brother had stayed out of the conversation.

He should have known better.

No sooner had Lagertha, Ubbe and Hvitserk left – she to make a phone call, they to join Margrethe – leaving them to tidy up the kitchen, than Sigurd had lashed out at him with harsh words and eyes full of spite.

"You messed up in the head, huh? It's a fucking beach, Ivar, you do realize your front wheels will get stuck in sand, right? Now tell me, little brother, do you really think we are going to carry your crippled ass around all night? Let me tell you, it's not going to happen! There will be so many better ways for us to spend the night. Girls, you know? Lots of them. Am I going to let you embarrass me and ruin my night? No! Not in a million years. And anyway, why do you even want to go? Get real, Ivar, you don't belong there, you just don't. You're a fucking cripple, a freak, an abnormality. No one wants you there. No one wants to see you. The sooner you accept it the better."

He knows Sigurd was intentionally trying to hurt him. And fuck, he did succeed. Ivar had felt so humiliated that it had brought bile to his throat.

At some point, while Sigurd was spitting his venom, Ivar had grabbed the large knife lying on the table and it took all his self-control not to stab his brother. No doubt his shrink would be proud of him.

Now though in his room, and even if he is boiling with anger, the nagging thought that Sigurd had a point, that he wasn't completely wrong, doesn't leave him. And he can see now that, in his own weird way, Ubbe was trying to protect him. By preventing him from going, his big brother wanted to spare him humiliation, pity, and mockery. Hvitserk, of course, had been willing to help, but let's face it, Sigurd once again was right. Piggy-back riding is not really an option anymore, he is too heavy. Plus, if he's being honest, even if it were still possible, it's the last thing he'd want. The mere thought of you seeing him on Ubbe's or Hvitserk's back makes him nauseous. Which puts him back to square one.

The beach is a problem and a huge one. Wheeling in sand is a no-go. It's just fucking impossible. If he doesn't come up with an idea soon, he's not going to be physically able to attend the party. And that's something he doesn't want to consider.

"I need a fucking genius idea!" He speaks out loud, cracking his knuckles, his eyes squeezed shut.

Fuck.

He just wants to see you. Y/N... Just you. And he won't be able to.

Fuck. Fucking sand! Fucking beach! Fucking legs! Fuck– Stop.

Wait.

What... What did he say?

He needs an idea... A genius idea. Genius. That's it.

A slow smile spreads across his face.

Good thing he knows an authentic genius, right?

Grabbing his phone, he frantically slides his pointer finger on the screen, sighing with relief as he finds the contact he is looking for.

"Hello, Ivar," the man answers after two rings, and his voice brings an even bigger smile to Ivar's lips, "it's very sweet of you to call me."

"Hello to you too, you spindly legged, knock-kneed old fool. There might be something that you can do for me. I want to attend Harald's party. It'll take place on the beach. My brothers won't carry me and I can't really crawl about, can I? I wonder if you could help me, Floki?"

Ivar's godfather lets out a high-pitched chuckle before answering, "I'll figure something out, dear Ivar, I'll figure something out."

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yourbuerokrat2 · 2 years

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How about this: Q trying to get Picard to be silly with him! :D

We all know Q loves being silly, and our dear Jean-Luc loves being respectable and cool. But sometimes being silly together can be very healing and good for your soul

All for a laugh

Q liked Picard. Q liked Picard a lot.

He liked to see Picard in action as Captain of the Enterprise or during his diplomatic missions. He loved to listen to his speeches. He enjoyed watching him unwind after a stressful day as he orders himself another cup of tea and jst lied in his bed and read the Collected Works of William Shakespeare again.

But more than anything, he liked to see him happy.

And after Picard admitted, that he thought that Q was not as a person as he originally thought (something which Q immediatly took as a promise of eternal best friendship from his stubborn human) Q wanted to be the cause of Picards happiness.

He wanted to be the reason Picard would smile or even laugh.

His success in this endeavour was despite his efforts not as big as he wanted it to be.

The main problem Q was facing was, that Picard was not pleased or amused by all the other things some of Qs former companions were after.

Picard did not want to study his powers or him. Giving Picard free reign over his true form or being willing to answer any question Picard might have about the univese and existence only got him raised eyebrows.

The he, the Federation and Humanity will discover things on their own time. And it's bad enough if one of them feels like a lab rat every now and again.

The last one kind of stuck with Q for a while, because he didn't understand how or when in the last few years he made Picard feel like a lab rat.

Making a note on perhaps changing his tests and lessons a bit, Q continued on.

Picard was also not a man impressed by the prospects of wealth or power.

Something Q for the most part liked about Picard after all those other mortals who asked for material wealth and the countless of other beings that hoped to gain more power through him.

Still, a part of Q would also have liked Picard to at least be a bit intersted in his powers if only it would make Picard asking to become a Q as well that much easier.

When Q tries to offer up adventures and excitement Picard is usually torn up about it, because no matter how many times promises Q can still see Picard thinking that whatever they are doing might go against his principles and even after these concerns are gone Q feels that Picard, ever the stoic pefect Vulcan, has trouble just letting go.

And Q knows, that there is a part of Picard that wants to. He has seen this mans entire life and he has seen the man his human was before his duties became his life.

And as the good friend and teacher Q thinks of it his as his personal responsibility to help this man out.

So Q decided to take an ever deeper look into Picards life.

Something his good captain would undoubtedly not approve of, but in the end this was all for Picards own benefit.

And when Q finally found something that could help Picard loosen up, he laughed.

It was so simple, so human and clearly something Q could help him out with.

This man loved to drive and ride fast. Be it by horse or car, though the last one were not that easy to come by anymore.

Well, luckily Q knew the best highways on every side of each galaxy.

And so when he next came to Picard, the grin he sported on his face, was enough to make Picard question just what sort of game he has planned this time.

Q answered with another question.

"Do you trust me?"

There was a slight, but thankfully only very short hesitation.

"I do. Why are you asking me that, Q?"

With a snap of his fingers, they were gone and Picard found himself in the drivers seat of a car he only used to saw in digital papers left from old magazines.

What really surprised him however despite knowing in whose company he was, was when he looked around and found himself somewhere in space, with planets all around them.

"Q, what are we doing here?"

The entity in question on the seat next to him only smiled at him and said in a way that he thought it was the most obvious thing in the world

"We are going for a drive"

Picard looks at the cars dashboard. The key is already in. And he has studied this through various holodeck experiences.

Q still smiles at him and it is on Picards tongue to demand to be sent back to his ship.

But then he reminds himself, that ever since Picard admitted and agreed to this strange friendship, Q has proven that he genuinly cares and likes him.

So this really is a gift from Q, though Picard will have to talk about how exactly Q obtaining the knowledge that Picard liked this.

"No consequences?" "No consequences. So even if you crash us and this car against the next planet it would be as if nothing ever happened."

Still slightly hesitating, Picard reaches for the keys and Picard starts the motor.

#nothing romantic #just one friend trying to have a good time with another friend and make them laugh #because I know that you too also like the platonic interpretation of Qcard as well #Q would be petty enough to have the car drive somewhere near the Enterprise at one point #just so he could wink at Guinan and the Bridge crew #though none of them would really mind considering their captain seems to be having so much fun and everyone knows that Q would never let #anything bad happen #I think in one of the movies it is made canon that Picard likes fast driving #but just imagine it #you can drive through nebulas dark holes around a dying and the birth of a star

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ohdeersthings · 3 years

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Love Festival

Kirishima Eijiro x F!OC

Summary: Being Fatgums adopted daughter can be challenging, especially when it comes to meeting his new interns while also having to keep watch over Eri.

Quirk: Ram

Quirk fact: Bring able to run, jump and react like a Ram, the user is able to also headbutt and cause great damage with their strength and horns. They also can digest anything like a Ram. Also has a fluffy wool tail, and a wool band around both wrists. Her legs from the waist down are ram legs, so she looks more like a Mythical Fawn.

Warnings: Fluff, cursing, enjoy!!

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"Oh hey Eraser Head! What's going on?" Fatgum answered his phone while sitting at his desk in his office at Fatgum Agency. "Fatgum, Midoriya and Togata have requested for Eri to be present at our School Festival, seeing as how Eri has bonded with Aki, do you think she'd be willing to join her on that day?" Aizawa questioned, standing outside Eri's hospital room where the young girl was currently having her lunch.

Fatgum pondered for a moment,"Well I don't see why she couldn't. I guess she could use a break too, between her assignments and being with Eri at the hospital, I'm sure she'd love it!" "Alright, I'll be sure to let the class know so they don't freak out. Speaking of, only Amajiki and the others in the Big Three have met Aki right? She was away on another assignment when Work Studies happened," Aizawa knew his students would probably freak out when seeing Eri's caregiver and friend, who was the same age as them but on a whole other level.

"You're correct, so Kirishima hasn't met her. It'll be fine though, I have full confidence that everything will be fine," Fatgum smiled into the phone, nonchalant about anything going on. "Alright, we'll discuss details later then," with that the two hung up.

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"Oh hey Togata!" Midoriya called out to Togata, waving him over from where Togata was hiding behind the bush. Togata narrowed his eyes, realizing he'd been found out before he can surprise them.

The dance team looked on in surprise as Togata stuck his bottom out from the bush, Eri standing beside him looking surprised as well, "Hey guys! I brought a PEACH for ya,"

"Eri!" Midoroya called out as he, Uraraka and Tsuyu ran up to greet them. "That dress looks so cute," Tsuyu commented, "You are precious!" Uraraka gushing in fondness. The girls couldn't help the big smiles on their faces.

"Midoriya, I finally got permission from the Principle," Togata climbed out of the bush and began brushing off his pants as Aizawa spoke, "in order for her to not get stressed, we're allowing her to roam around today before the Festival, also there's someone you all need to meet as well,"

The other dance team members came forward to introduce themselves to the young girl. "Well hello there, you must be Eri, I'm Iida, nice to meet you," "Wassup I'm Mineta, man you're gonna be a looker when you're older huh~" Mineta smirked, but the young girl hid behind Togata, "I want Aki,"

The name had taken them by surprise, "Aki? Whose that?" Midoriya questioned, confusion written on the Work Study kids faces. "Oh right, you haven't met her yet. Aki is Eri's caregiver, well when she's not on Assignments for Fatgum," Togata explained, "Eri can be a little shy around new people, but her and Aki get along very well,"

"Its perfectly alright to be shy," Iida commented, softening his voice to not scare Eri further. "Let's start the tour! Aki should be here soon, so I wanna show her as much of the school as I can so she can see what we do here, you wanna come along too Midoriya?" Togata extended the offer, knowing that since Aki isn't here, Eri might be calm with Midoriya around too. "You bet!" "Hey Dance Team! New idea!" Kirishima's voice broke out, before realizing Eri was there.

"Oh hey Eri! Wait, we've never been officially introduced," Kirishima crouched down to meet Eri's gaze when another voice broke out.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, someone decided to rob a gas station on the way over and I couldn't just leave the situation," it was a soft, silky voice that came from behind Aizawa. The students all turned their attention to see a young dark skinned girl about their age.

Her hair was a dark auburn red that came to below her shoulder blades, soft waves accentuating her purple eyes that seemed to have a swirl of white in them but were framed with thin gold wired glasses. Freckles dawned her nose and cheeks that were flushed with red, giving her an innocent look. What caught their attention the most was the Ram horns that protuded from her head, her legs being Ran legs with red fur like her hair but black hooves. Her outfit consisted of a off the shoulder wool dress she seemed to be wearing that came to stop at her upper thighs, a bell was wrapped around her neck and jingled everytime she moved, of course it also brought attention to her chest that was framed by the wool.

Some of the boys blushed, and Kirishima found himself entranced by her. "Aki!" Eri exclaimed, walking over to the girl who crouched down to her height, "I missed you!" Eri reached her arms out to her, Aki smiling and welcoming the girl into her arms, "I missed you too," giving Eri a nuzzle as the girls closed their eyes and embraced eachother.

"So you're Aki! It's a pleasure to meet you!" Midoroiya smiled, the class seemingly broken from the momentary shock. "The pleasure is all mine! Thank you for what you did for Eri, I would've been on the assignment too if Papa hadn't sent me on a different one," Aki greeted, before realizing she needed to properly introduce herself.

Standing up, Eri still in her arms as she bowed, "I'm sorry! My name is Toyomitsu Aki, it's so nice to meet you all, please call me Aki!" Straightening up, Eri wrapped her arms around Aki as rested her head on Aki's shoulder.

"Wait, Toyomitsu? Why does that sound familiar?" Kirishima wondered aloud, rubbing his head as if it would bring the answer to him. "WAIT I KNOW YOU!" Midoriya yelled out, eyes growing wide as he pointed toward Aki,"YOU'RE RAM-RAM, THE YOUNGEST PERSON TO EVER BECOME A HERO, YOU'RE ALSO FATGUMS DAUGHTER!" Now the students outside all yelled in shock, "WHAT!?"

"Oops, guess the cats out of the bag," Togata laughed, Aizawa just shaking his head in embarrassment from his students. "WAIT, you're really Fatgum's daughter!? Why didn't I know this!" Kirishima cried out, his head a mess knowing the girl he found cute was actually his Mentors daughter.

"Yeah, Papa adopted me when I was a baby, I hope this doesn't affect us becoming friends?" Aki smiled nervously, her small tail twitching in anticipation. "No way! That's so cool, let's take a break everyone, it's tea time!" Mina chimed in, hoping to calm everyone down from the excitement, "There will be more time to explain later, get on with the tour, we don't have time to waste," Aizawa called out, Togata and Aki nodding as Midoriya went to go change his clothes really quick.

"So if you're Fatgums daughter, you must know Amajiki right?" Kirishima questioned, trying to push through his nerves in front of the pretty Ram girl. He was determined to get to know his Mentors daughter. "Definitely! Tama-Kun is so nice, I love going on assignments with him, especially when he shares his food with me like Papa," Aki gushed, her red cheeks getting even darker with excitement, a closed eye smile making Kirishimas cheeks match hers in color. "My name is Kirishima Eijiro, my hero name is Red Riot, I'm actually a new intern at your father's agency for my Work Study," He introduced himself, holding out a hand in greeting.

Aki's jaw dropped and sparkles seemed to erupt from no where, "NO WAY! Papa has told me all about Red Riot, your name is a play off of Crimson Riot right!? I love that, he's such an amazing Hero!" Aki rambled, Kirishima feeling himself fall even harder.

Togata chuckled and took Eri from Aki, who was so engrossed in her conversation she didn't even seem to notice the weight lifted from her arms. Eri looked between the two red heads and noticed that Aki looks so happy, like when she finds a good object to chew on, then again anything was good to chew on for Aki.

"Totally manly right! Hey, are you gonna be here for our School Festival? It'll be totally killer, we're putting on a performance!" "Of course, I'll be chapperoning Eri that day so we won't miss it," The two had seemed to have fallen into their own little world, the other students just watching in amazement.

"I don't think I've seen Kirishima this excited before," Tsuyu commented, Uraraka and Mina nodding in agreement. "Oh jeez, he's got it bad," Ojiro laughed, Mineta seething from the mouth that he didn't get to touch the pretty animal girl. "He's got what?" Shoji asked, looking to Ojiro for answers, although Hagakure answered instead, "Kirishima is totally falling for Aki! What better romance is that!? An employee and the Bosses daughter? It's so forbidden but romantic!" Hagakure couldn't contain her excitement and started to swoon, Mina grabbing her shoulders as she tries to balance her friend.

"Hey Aki! Let's get this show on the road!" Togata called out, waving his arm to grab her attention. "Oh, coming MiMi-Kun! I guess I should go, we'll talk again soon, right?" Aki questioned, taking Kirishimas hands into her own, a bright smile on her face as her eyes seemed to sparkle. Kirishima felt his face warm up, but nodded, a nervous smile on his face from how close she was,"Definitely, we can meet up sometime at the agency maybe,"

"See ya later," she giggled, walking over and taking Eri's hand into her own. Kirishima could only watch with his heart beating out of his chest as the beautiful girl left, when he felt a hand on his back slap him forward, "OH MY GOSH KIRISHIMA, YOU'RE SO LUCKY, YOU SLY THING YOU!" Mina exclaimed, repeatedly hitting him in her excitement. "Way to go dude," Ojiro laughed, the rest of the students all smiling and calling out their support for him. "Come guys this is so not manly," he whined, embarrassed having realized they watched him and Aki. Yet he smiled and couldn't help but think 'Maybe this Festival will be good,'

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Walking around the school seemed to excite Eri and Aki, both wondering how all the different classes worked and what each class would put on for the School Festival.

Meeting up with Amajiki and Hado excited Aki to the point of her having steam come out of her nose in puffs, "Tama-Kun!Nene-chan!" She called out to them, Nejire flying over in greeting as they began to discuss the beauty pagent in detail and how Nejire was going to win this year.

"Hey! Maybe you should join Aki! I bet you'd be a shoe in for runner up!!" Hado squealed, wanting the girl who was like a little sister to join in on the fun. "Oh I'd live to Nene-chan but I'm not a student here," Aki smiled, though Midoriya thought her smile seemed a little forced, "plus I wouldn't wanna ruin your chances by competing, I'll be sure to cheer you on though!" Aki grinned, giving Hado two thumbs up who returned it. Eri looking between the two and then to her hands, mimicking them but smaller, though everyone swooned.

After visiting the Support Class last, they went to Lunch Rush's in the cafeteria to give Eri somthing to eat to finalize the tour. "Well that's all of U.A!" "What did you think of our School Eri?" Midoriya questioned, Eri though looked unsure, "I..I don't know," both boys looked at eachother nervously, but Aki smiled at her which gave Eri enough courage to continue, "But I can see how hard everyone is working, so I do wanna see how it turns out," Aki gave her a grin, proud of Eri for trying to speak out more and explain her thoughts and feelings.

At the end of the day, they returned Midoriya to Heights Alliance and said goodbye. "We'll be back on the day of the festival," Togata explained, pumping his arm in excitement, "So make sure it's killer,"

As they went to leave, Aki spoke up, "I will catch up with you in a moment MiMi-Kun, I wanna ask Midoriya somthing really quick," Togata nodded and escorted Eri out.

"What is it Aki? Is everything okay?" Aki stared at him for a second, before her eyes sharpened and it made him jump back, "What is your deal with Eri? What are you hoping to gain?" "W-what?" Midoriya was taken back, 'How can such a sweet and cute girl get terrifying to quickly!?'

"You seem very focused on making her happy. Why? I don't want anyone near Eri who was bad intentions," "It's not like that! When we found Eri that first time, I was so upset we couldn't do anything. I beat myself up everytime I think about it, I wanna be a hero that saves people with a smile. But Eri hasn't smiled once, so I wanna help her smile. I wanna help her become a child again, especially after what she went through," Midoriya was firm with his answer, now staring Aki back in the eyes, hoping to show her the true meaning of his intentions.

Aki suddenly smiled, sparkles surrounding her like with Kirishima earlier, "Okie dokie. I hope your goals come true," Midoriya sweat dropped, 'How bipolar can she be?' Aki then bit her lip nervously, arms behind her back as she shuffled, "I do have one more question, more of a favor though,"

This caught him by surprise, "Sure, what is it?" Holding out a folded up paper, she asked, "Can you give this to Kiri-kun for me?" "Huh!? KIRISHIMA!?" "Y-Yes, I know this sounds silly but.. he's very cute," Aki admitted, her face turning red and her tail stub swished back and forth.

"U-uh sure, I can give this to him. Wouldn't you wanna give it to him in person though," "I-I don't know..I don't wanna over step," "Nonsense, come on,"

With that Midoriya led her inside, the rest of the class unwinding in the main sitting area, though they looked in surprise with the girl in tow with Midoriya. "Hello again!" Mina greeted, "Guys this is Toyomitsu Aki, she's Eri's caregiver," Midoriya introduced the girl, her bowing to the class with a smile.

"Hello everyone, so pleased to meet you," her smile made them all flushed, 'SO CUTE'. "So what are you doing here? Is everything okay?" Jirou questioned, "I-I was hoping to speak to u-uh..Kirishima-kun," Aki was embarrassed, now noticing how many people were staring at her intensely.

"Did someone call me? Oh hey Aki! What's up?" Kirishima questioned, having just walked out of the kitchen, but smiled big when he saw the beautiful girl from this morning.

"H-hi! I just wanted to u-uh, give this to you," stumbling over her words, she tried to act relaxed but was dying on the inside and outside. "O-Oh, thanks," Kirishima blushed, taking the folded up note from her out stretched hand, when their fingers touched however they both jumped apart and their faces burned red.

Of course, Mineta took this time to try and sneak up behind the girl. Reaching his hand out to flip the bottom of her dress, mumbling on how it was so short, it'd be a crime to not go through with it. Thankfully, Kirishima took notice and pulled her to him, hardening his hand as he punched him away, "KNOCK IT OFF," He growled, holding Aki close in his left arm.

Aki shivered, noticing how his muscles squeezed her like she'd dissappear if he let her go. Tapping his chest, he realized he was holding her and jumped back, "I'm so sorry! He can just never keep his hands to himself and it'd be so unmanly if me to not step in," Kirishima freaked out, waving his hands and trying to plead his case. He froze though when Aki walked up and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "It's alright, thanks for being my Hero," she winked, suddenly finding some courage in his embarrassment. "I'll see you at the festival like we talked about earlier, right?" Aki asked, let her hands rest on his chest, "U-Uh YYEaH Suree," his voice cracked, his whole mind running in auto pilot. "Awesome, I'll see you then," she turned on her hoof and began walking toward the exit, she looked over to the class in a whole and waved goodnight before exiting Heights Alliance.

A loud thud made everyone turn toward where Kirishima was, noticing he'd fallen over, his eyes swirling and a giant grin in his red face. "Aki's so cute," he chucked, Kaminari and Sero whooping for him while Iida lectured about proper PDA in the presence of others. All Kirishina knew is that the festival couldn't come soon enough.

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On the day of the festival, Aki and Eri sat in the back if a taxi has Togata sat up front and was going over the schedule for the day. "We'll catch 1-As performance, then race over to 1-B for their play, then it'll be lunch and the pagent, does that sound alright?" He turned to face the horned girls in the back, Eri's outfit was a cute red and white dress while Aki wore her usual wool dress only this time it was red to compliment her hair.

"Sounds great, we can probably catch 1-A setting up before they perform," "oo~you just wanna catch Kirishima before he performs, maybe to wish him luck~" Togata teased, Aki gritting her teeth and raising her hood, kicking him in the back if the head leaving a hoof print, "Hehe, nevermind," Togata smiled, Eri looking up at Aki, "Do you like Kirishima?" "U-uh well, I admire him so to say," Aki tripped over her words as Togata laughed at her misfortune.

Once they'd arrived at the school, Aki mentioned she was going to see Nejire before 1-A to wish her luck before she got ready.

"Nene-chan, are you in here?" Aki knocked, hearing a lot of voices from inside the dressing room. Opening the door, Aki was met with Hado, Yuyu, and a few other students. "Oh sorry, I just wanted to come wish you luck," Aki smiled, holding her hands together in front of her.

"Ram-Ram!?" The other students exclaimed, shocked that a young hero would show up here. "Oh hello! Wonderful to meet you," she bowed, greeting them as they momentarily freaked out before bowing back.

"Hey hey! What're you doing here Aki? Where's Eri? Or Togata?" "They went to go see 1-A real quick, I was about to go see them, just wanted to see you first," Aki sheepishly explained, Testutestu suddenly appeared in front of the girls face making her lean back in surprise.

"Wait a second are you that girl Kirishima is always talking about!? The pretty red haired Ram girl that is Fatgums daughter!" Aki flushed hearing the red haired boys name.

"Well it's nice to know he thinks of me," she said happily, before looking at the clock, "I've gotta go, I hope everything goes good for you girls!" She cheered, waving as she walked out leaving the others stunned, "Why does Kirishima always get the good opportunities," Testutestu cried out, falling to his knees depressed that a beautiful girl like that was already taken by Kirishima.

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"Hey! I'm not too late am I?" Aki called out, running up to the 1-A group. "Oh Ram-Ram! Welcome," Yamomo greeted, fiddling with her keyboard to make sure it was on the right setting. "We've still got about twenty minutes until we go on, Midoriya should've been back by now, he went to go get rope earlier," Kirishima mentioned, cheeks going a light pink at facing Aki again.

"Well I'm sure it'll be amazing, are you doing special affects?" Aki questioned, leaning close into Kirishimas personal space, "Y-Yeah, I hope you'll enjoy them," he smiled, running a hand through his hair. "HEY SHITTY HAIR, LETS GO WE AINT GOT ALL DAY!" Bakugou yelled out then realized Kirishima was talking to a girl.

"Hey Sheep Ass! What're you doing in here?! Don't be trying to pull anything dammit," Bakugou seethed, his teeth gritting together in annoyance of a new person.

"I was just wishing you guys luck," Aki began to ring her hands nervously, "Well we don't need luck! We'll kick ass either way dammit!" Bakugou exclaimed, getting in her face. Aki decided he needed to calm down and quit yelling.

Ramming her head into his stomach, Bakugou lurched forward coughing as he fell to the ground holding his stomach,"Damn Ram Bitch. What the fuck was that for," he gasped, rolling around on the floor in pain. "I didn't appreciate you being in my face," she calmly spoke, turning to Kirishima again who looked at her in awe at her strength.

"I'll leave you to it, you'll do amazing," her lips pressed to his cheek again, although this time they grazed the corner of his mouth slightly. Giggling she turned and left the room.

Silence ticked by for a second before Kirishima belted out, "GUYS THIS HAS TO BE AMAZING, TOP NOTCH MANLY," He hardened up without knowing, the others in the class around him sweat dropping at the sudden mood change.

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As the curtains opened and a deafening explosion happened, Aki smiled as Jirou started her song, the dancers and musicians knocking it out of the ball park all at once.

The beat had Aki dancing in place, Togata laughing at her as Eri watched in surprise of Midoroiya dancing, well at least until he went off stage for some reason. "He left," "He'll be back, let's keep watching," Togata assured her, the music still blaring into their ears.

The song kept continuing to grow in progress when all of a sudden a lot of special effects went off, Uraraka swinging out to the crowd and lifting some audience members off the ground, one of them being Aki who laughed and brought Eri with her who couldn't hold it in any longer, throwing her arms out and laughing, a giant smile on her face. Aki and Togata had tears in their eyes as they smiled, knowing this young girl had finally broken free from her shackles of a pervious life. Aki hugged her tight before spinning in a circle with her, both girls laughing together in glee as Togata cheered them on. The song came to an end as the audience screamed and cheered, Aki and Eri now holding onto Togata as the three of them embraced in a hug. Eri had finally smiled and it made the two older ones warm with happiness.

As the gym filled out, the three met up with Midoriya on his way back in, Togata congratulating him on a job well done. "It was so crazy! First there was a loud sound and it was scary, but then everyone started jumping, even Aki was dancing and then Deku you went away for a little bit. But then there was a spinning guy and it started to get cold and I saw a lot of birds and people went "Wow" and you know what I said? Wow too!" Eri rambled on, her arms being thrown everywhere in excitement as Togata and Aki copied her from her side. "It was so much fun! Especially when Aki flew in the air with me and we danced," Eri stopped when she noticed Midioriya getting tears in his eyes, "I'm so glad you had fun Eri," this caused Eri to smile wide at him, Aki not able to hold it in anymore and swooped her up, spinning in circles as both girls laughed together. The boys looking on with their own smiles.

Heading outside, they met up with some of the boys that were melting the ice. "Ah dang this ice is too big, hey Bakugou can you-" "Kick Force!" A voice cut off Kaminari as a blur of red jumped in the air and came down on the giant block of ice, breaking it into little pieces. "Whoa!" Peoole passing by stopped and stared, Aki standing up and fixing her glasses. "Is this okay?" She asked, tilting her head with a smile.

"Hey its Ram-Ram!" "I didn't know she'd be here!" "She's so cute!" Voices came from behind her, causing her to turn over her shoulder and smile at the students and give a wave causing them all to flush red from the adorableness.

"Hey Aki! How'd you like the show?" Kirishima asked, hands on his hips, but he quickly put them put to catch Aki who jumped at him, landing in his arms as hers went around his neck that was turning red, "It was so amazing! The lighting, the music, the dancing, it was so beautiful! The affects were so awesome too! It was a rush of adrenaline for sure," Aki couldn't help but gush over the performance, Kirishima grinning and twirled her around, cheeks still flushed, "THAT'S GREAT! I'm so glad you guys enjoyed it! I did happen to catch you dancing a few moves too," he winked, catching her off guard but she laughed and nodded, finally getting set back in the ground.

Togata watched for a second before smirking, "You know we still have about two hours or so before the pagent, why don't you show Aki the rest of the festival Kirishima!" Aki and Kirishima turned bright red, but both agreed to it as the rest of the class came out to begin their own sight seeing if the festival too. Kirishima grabbed Aki's hand and began to drag her out of sight, she looked back over her shoulder to see Togata and Eri waving to her, both smiling as she disappeared from sight.

Both red heads walked around, looking at all the different food vendors and games, before coming upon the High Striker game, where you bring the hammer down to ring the bell and win a prize. They went to walk past it before Aki noticed fluffy Ram and Shark plushies. Kirishima looked to her and then the prizes before waking up to the student running it. "Hey dude! What do you have to do to win those two?" Pointing to the plushies Aki was eyeing. "You've gotta ring the high bell, you only get one try though," the student informed, gesturing to the tallest one they had which looked to be about fifty feet high. Kirishima grabbed the hammer, Aki stopping him momentarily, "You don't have to do that Kiri-Kun" she informed, but he shook his head, "It wouldn't be very manly of me to not win a pretty girl the plushies she wants, so just sit back and watch," he grinned at her before turning his attention to the game in front of him. He hardened his body as he swung the hammer up and brought it down full force, the little rod shooting straight up and knocking into the bell, denting it but ringing it nonetheless.

Aki cheered in amazement as Kirishima was handed the two plushies, the student behind the counter complaining to himself about needing a new bell now. Aki was handed both but then looked to Kirishima and handed him back the Ram one. "Seems only fair you get one too, right," she giggled, Kirishima smiling and nodding, taking Aki's free hand into his again as they continued down the path. Both could agree that this was probably the best day ever.

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Standing at the gate to see the three off, Aki and Kirishima stared at each other for a minute before smiling softly to one another. "I'm glad you could join us, maybe you can come back another time?" Kirishima asked, hopeful he'd get to see her again, preferably outside of Work Studies and School. "Mmm, I don't know. I have my assignments and taking care of Eri too," Aki admitted, her purple eyes staring into his Ruby red eyes that were full of hope.

"Actually, I guess it's alright to tell you that you'll be seeing everyone alot more. We're planning on moving Eri into the dorms here, to keep a better eye on her and her progress with her quirk. Of course, her care taker is gonna have to be with her," Aizawas voice cut in, making both teens turn toward him in shock before turning back to each other.

Kirishima whooped and picked up Aki, spinning her around as they both laughed, setting her back in the ground, he blurted out, "Would you like to go out sometime?!" He realized what he said and burned red, but kept his eyes trained on her shocked face but she soon smiled shyly and nodded, "I'd love to, maybe you can show me a nice Cafe around here?" She asked, Kirishima nodding as he took out his phone to get her number so they can plan it for the day she comes back.

Aizawa and Togata watched the two as Midoriya and Eri said goodbye a little ways to the side, "I'm gonna regret this aren't I," Aizawa sighed, feeling the need to go to bed after such a long day, "Awe come on Eraser Head, it's cute," Aizawa merely shook his head, turning to walk off, "Some School Festival this turned out be," Togata only laughed and called out, "I'm pretty sure you mean Love Festival!"

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Hiiiii. Hope you enjoyed it. Let me know your thoughts! I know some people don't like OCs that much but I thought I'd give it a try.

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kaisa-ryo · 3 years

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— perverted diary

jujutsu kaisen

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x reader

Warning: English isn't my native language!

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- thus, the linear speed of a point moving evenly around a circle ... - the teacher's voice echoed in your head. I couldn't concentrate. or rather, it worked, but not at all in school.

you looked at the megumi who was tapping softly on the desk with a pencil. in appearance you cannot say that he is somehow especially joyful today. and any other day. in general, he is like a diligent student helping classmates and teachers. but something still turned you on in him.

right now you wanted everyone to leave the physics class, and he was alone with you, closed the office, sat on the table and it all started like in films about reckless teenagers.

but it was impossible even to imagine that such a thing was possible in principle. all you could do was watch him draw hieroglyphs in his notebook with a pencil, bring his legs together with desire and dream.

I still can't believe that it all started with this damn homework you asked me to explain.

why exactly with him? what was the problem with asking your friend about it?

now, of course, it was useless to blame myself for it. what is done is done. nothing can be changed. and yet ... if you think about it - it was not such a stupid act, since you finally began to feel something like interest. however, this interest could be biased.

damn. how much I wanted to have him right here, taking it as sweet revenge.

***

“I dream about how he made me flood the whole school desk with his grease ... how would he do it? long foreplay or just cum inside ... "

you entered into your personal diary your obscene desires, which appeared in your head again and again, like in a sucking swamp, and with each new stream of words it became more and more specific. hands trembled with the desire to touch his dark hair, cold cheeks and hard muscular chest. and it was, of course, intoxicating when you wrote it in your diary, until, looking into your briefcase, I realized that instead of a notebook with notes, you gave your personal diary.

Oh. you have never reproached yourself so much for your own stupidity. heck. what if he is reading this right now? now? fuck, how much has he already read there? he already knows everything about you. what if he thinks you're a pervert now? what if he doesn't want to communicate anymore?

remembering everything down to the last line that was in that diary, you buried your face on the pillow, pressing it to your ears on both sides. and the longer you thought about it, the more angry you got at yourself. all your confidence and innocence was blown away by the wind. maybe he won't guess to open it? not. he has already read everything. ashamed. ashamed. pervert. how embarrassing ...

***

today you no longer looked at him so charmingly. now you only cared about one thing - whether he read this diary and what he now thinks of you. memories of past recordings came back into my head. the face has acquired a reddish tint. you didn't want to look at fushiguro. you didn't succeed. he seemed to have settled in your head, and any other thought only reminded of him. now the end has come to your academic performance.

the call from the last lesson made you flinch and for a second forget about everything that you were non-stop scrolling in your head. either from irritation, or from relief, you sighed and began to collect all the textbooks in your briefcase. what you most feared happened.

- stay in the office for a while, please. - said Fushiguro, taking you by the forearm.

one could expect everything: lectures, threats, yells, insults, but not an offer to stay alone with him in class. the tone of his voice seemed strange to you. you hesitated. As the students left the classroom, discussing the coming weekend, you had a bad feeling. you stood still, trembling with excitement. my heart was beating like mad so that it seemed as if the megumi standing next to him heard it. eyes darted to the brunet, then to the people leaving the class. the lump in my throat gradually grew, and with it panic grew.

finally, there was no one left in the office except both of you. all the same, without leaving a single millimeter, you watched in awe as the megumi turned the key in the door twice.

his knees shook and his mouth went dry when he tossed the same diary he took out of his backpack onto your desk. The diary didn't look the same as the day before: a bunch of colorful bookmarks stuck out of the pages, and the word "personal" was also crossed out on the cover and corrected to "perverted." somehow that word had a paralyzing effect on you. as if she bared your mind and made you feel humiliated in front of a person who does not leave your head every day.

- Let's start with the fact that it contains a lot of spelling mistakes. - Fushiguro suddenly began.

you couldn't get out a word. spelling mistakes? and that's all you paid attention to? you damn nerd!

- secondly: y/n, - he turned over several pages and pointed his finger at the line "I want to fuck him right now, in this very place, on this very desk ..."

rereading the line over and over again, as if trying to understand the meaning, you felt the brunette come up behind you.

- why should I help you with your lessons, when you yourself write out only your dirty thoughts, and not the words of the teacher?

heck. megumi. did you really close the office just to scold me?

- and thirdly, - he began to press against your back, and his hand lay on his hips, - how can you even feel an orgasm if no one bothered to lead you to this? - his breath was felt on your ears, from which goosebumps ran from head to toe - only those who have it all the time can feel it. when you cum - you feel it. when you think about sex, you are simply sure that it is good and continue. - he removed his hand and turned you to him, bringing his face as close to yours as possible.

- so I suggest that you really experience these feelings right now.

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Hi, so I was wondering about the toons getting an education. You said that they didn't know how to read or write at the begining. First of all, when did they learn to read and write? And second of all, when they started learning those things, how did they do it? Did all of the toons go to school, you know, like kids do? Did they have classes and classmates, different subjects, different teachers? Or did they have private tutours?

So, first things first, thank you Ana for giving me one of my most complicated asks yet! That's why it's taken me so long to answer, I need to first of all sort through the strands of my brain in order to find the answer, and then translate it so it can be understood by normal people.

This headcanon is LONG, I hope you lot enjoy.

the majority of the toons [about 90 percent] are NOT created with the ability to read and write. In the olden days it was generally assumed that they didn't have the ability to learn either.

The other ten percent DID. They tended to be toons that were created to be doctors, lawyers or other professions that need the ability to read and write. Or members of royalty because the creators made the decision that royals would have been taught to read and write and so incorporated that into there designs. This is why Porky Pig is unusual, because he has the ability read and write, but he's not royalty and he doesn't have an official profession. Technically Porky is an anomality, it just happens that his anomality has helped him more than hindered him.

Moving onto the villains, it tends to follow the same rules as above. Grimhilde [wicked stepmother] has the ability to read and write because the creators assumed that as the now queen she had to be a princess before, therefore fit the rules.

Maleficent however, couldn't read or write [much to her frustration] because she was a villainous fairy and although she was [I think?] royalty of some sort within the fairy world the creators decided she didn't need the ability.

You might be getting an idea of the timeline from the movies I mentioned. I headcanon that the toon began campaigning to get an education during the 60's. They did this largely via peaceful means [mainly because one thing that has always been acknowledged by humans is that Toons are quite powerful and they aren't to keen to annoy them massively. The toons for their part don't want to cause massive distress to humans - they want to make them laugh! - so it actually works to a degree. During the 60's though the Toons decided something needed to be done.

The directors and other higher-ups had been promising to change the rights for the last decade and it hadn't happened. In 1965 the Toons decided enough was enough, they would start peacefully protesting. They adhered to the riles of there contracts to the letter. The LT's contract for instance says they have to arrive at least five minutes before filming starts, so they arrived five minutes before filming started when previously they'd been arriving half an hour so the director could run through everything with them.

They also left straight after seeing as there contract said they were free to go after the filming ended.

The LT's were also contracted to be available should WB ask them to do anything like help in the kitchens, but they only gave to do that for a set amount of hours each week. They worked those hours to the letter and went straight after. A few of the more devious toons even reasoned the contract just says they have to show up, not do any work, so they didn't. At first the studio got round that by asking toons who they knew would do the work properly, but it didn't take the toons long to figure out that was happening and then the 'good' toons wondered why they should bother when the 'bad' toons were being allowed to get off scot-free?

Eventually no toons was doing any work to help the general running of WB at all.

The above, I should mention, did not happen overnight. It took around 18 months, and it wasn't just happen at WB. Although Disney didn't have the exact same contract, they ran on the general principle of arriving at a set time and leaving straight after, so the toons just adhered to there contracted times.

18 months later and the companies decided enough was enough. They were having to go overtime to film the cartoons/movies now the toons weren't doing extra [previously unpaid] hours. [Which they did because the majority of them are perfectionist when it comes to the cartoons and wanted them to be the best they could be.] They were also having to pay the Human employees extra to cover the hours, often at extremely short notice. And unlike the toons they weren't contracted to come in just because the company wanted them to.

So anyway, the point of me detailing this is to explain the circumstances that meant that the companies were at there wits end and ended up petitioning the president to give the toons rights. Mickey Mouse also helped out enormously here as well. Walt Disney had died a few months earlier and Mickey was now running Disney. Which also meant control of the theme parks. Mickey decided that seeing as Toons clearly weren't valued enough to bother educating [despite being proven as intelligent] they shouldn't bother providing entertainment at the parks either.

The Disney toons also had it worked into there contracts that they had to make periodic appearances at Disney's parks [kinds like the people dressing up as the characters do now, except it's the actual toons] and are on a rota basis. Unless they're doing an events [like Halloween for the villains or valentines day for the princes and princesses] then each toon does at least one 12-hour day at Disney per year. It was this bit that Mickey was putting a stop to.

It had a real knock-on effect as, as well as the rides, most people went there hoping for a glimpse of there favourite toon. Without that...

As much of an absolute business-killer as this idea was, Mickey was more than happy to explain to anyone who would listen [read: most of the world news] exactly WHY he was doing it. With all this pressure it was really just a matter of time until the laws changed and the toons were able to gain an education. This was in 1968.

Now as fast as things work in Toontown, this was such a complicated area that it took a full 2 years for the various schools to be built, staffed and a curriculum drawn up (which followed the same basic guide as human education, but with some added stuff and some stuff taken out. It basically followed a 'would a toon actually need this in future life?' and went from there.

Here's were it gets slightly complicated. Because I mentioned before that toons age in a weird way. But the main thing is they go up and down in there age on a day to day basis until they are about 20. This makes educating them quite difficult, to say the least.

The studios solution to this was to bring in Human teachers to teach them at the grades human children would go through. So Kindergarten, Grade 1 ext. The thing was that a lot of the toons had learn some of th education already, like identifying shapes and coulors and things. And of course the ones who were professionals [Like Ludwig Von Drake and Gus Goose] already had a college-level of education, they just needed to prove it to the teachers.

The end result of this was that it wasn't unusual for a toon to be in a class for only a few months at a time while they did the work [don't forget, they only need 4 hours of sleep as well, so they could study for longer if they wanted]

It did eventually even up though and the toons ended up spending 9 months if the right class. For example, Porky Pig aced Kindergarten all the way up till 4th grade and then found he was struggling with 5th grade. This was a shock to him after spending 21 months in education [excluding holidays], to suddenly need help. Porky was forced to realise that he had centred a lot of his identity around being 'the one who can help his friends/family read.' and hadn't expanded his personality much beyond that.

So yeah, as an average most toons took about ten years to complete Kindergarten - end of high school.

Then a few of them took college courses, which lead to them getting degrees, which led to a couple of them getting teaching degrees. The majority of the LT's you see in Tiny Toons [excluding Foghorn, who decided he didn't want to be a teacher, and Elmer who took a undergraduate degree in law until 1992] did their teaching degrees from 1988 - 1992.

There's a couple of you who might had realised that they were filing Tiny Toons at the times and learning how to be parents at the same time. That was partly why they wanted to do it then, they realised that after Tiny Toons had finished the kid would need educating. Although the human teachers had been alright, they'd found it slightly difficult to cope and the LT's didn't want their kids to go through that particularly. Also, what's the point of building a school just to got rid of it after?

So here's the main schools: (After the toons gained teaching degrees)

Disney Elementary - Kindergarten- Grade 5.

Hanna-Barbara Middle School - Grade 6_8.

The Looniversity (the name stuck after the TV show) Grades 9-12.

So the Tiny Toons finished filming in 1992 and had it promptly explained to them that they would be attending school the next August [Tiny Toons were created in 1987, so were 6 by the end of filming.]

Toons don't do pre-school because there doesn't seem to be any point. Loads of Toons have coped without preschool for decades now, why would they start now?

So the TT's started Kindergarten at Disney Kindergarten, run by Snow White and helped out by Cinderella and Fairy Godmother. Kindergarten is the only school year where the toons have to do an entire year in it, the logic being they'll have longer to get adjusted to school if they're there for a year as opposed to three months.

Then it was decided which was the toon would go. Would they move upwards into Disney Elementary school, run by the Three Good Fairies? Or would they be taught by human professors? Or - the final option - they could be privately educated. [It's mainly royalty or the children of famous toons like Micky and Minnie that go down this option. The TT's were unusual in that all the LT's opted to send there kids to Disney Elementary with the hope it would help them make friends with other toons outside the LT bubble. Whether it did or not remains up for debate.

Anyway, they then go to Hanna-Barbera Middle School, which is then followed by the Looniversity. Now, despite what was shown in Tiny Toons, The Looniversity does not focus solely on Toon Physics and the like, the kids have to study the curriculum. They have options to take Toon Physics class if they wanted to, but they don't have to.

The Toons technically don't HAVE to finish High School, but they're strongly encouraged to. College is another matter, it's quite hard so only Toons who the adults know will stand a chance of passing are encouraged to do it.

Toontown University focuses primarily on The Performing Arts and Toon Physics. As well as those subjects, it offers Art, Physical Education, separate courses of Dance, Drama and Music and LAMDA.

If a Toon wants to study the likes of Maths, English and Science they can either be privately educated [A lot of the adult toons have ridiculous amounts of money due to there cartoons and the fact that until the 50's Toontown didn't exist and all there expenses were being covered by there respective directors/studios] or they could join one of the smaller colleges that specialised in what they want to do.

Push comes to shove, they find a Adult toon [over the actual age of 25] with a degree and try to mentor under them. This happens a lot.

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