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kiruamon · 2 years

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Teacher-AU Part 5!

A new part!:D And more from Damien and Oz! Okay, admittedly, the future parts will be very Damien- and Oz-heavy anyway, but I don't think that will bother anyone too much, right?;D

For starters, here's a little fact check at the beginning:

Since most teachers aren't too eager to be in charge of detention when Damien is on the list of detention students, Oz/Teach volunteers to do it on such days.

Depending on how many students are in detention, Teach offers to assist students with homework or help them with questions about class material

However, if the students are too unmotivated, he will simply think of an alternative activity depending on the students present.

The activities have ranged from a cooking lesson in the home economics room, to quizzes, or an art assignment where the students were asked to depict the emotions they felt during detention.

What Oz enjoys most, however, are days when Damien is the only student in detention because then he can just listen to Damien complain loudly about the school administration or other things.

Most of the time they get into other topics and talk about whatever comes to Damien's mind.

Oz himself is rather reluctant to talk about himself, as long as Damien doesn't ask him directly about something.

(A little warning before we continue! In the following text Oz mentions how he was once impaled. The scene is not written very graphically. Also, Damien curses some more. Apart from that, the text is a little more light-hearted this time ;) )

When Damien has detention for the first time this school year because of a "little incident" in Ms. Feratu's class, it's Teach who says the following to him:

"You do know that, theoretically, you could just skip detention, right? ... Although if you should decide to do that, it will be pretty boring for me to watch an empty room for an hour."

It was clearly visible in Damien's face how much it had cost him to appear voluntarily at detention. His disgust seemed boundless and was reflected by his defiant posture. One elbow propped on the table, his head on his hand, he sat sideways on the chair while his tail, like that of an angry cat, whipped harshly through the air behind him. Because of this, Oz tried to look as relaxed as possible. Even if in reality his thoughts were going completely haywire right now. Maybe it hadn't been a good idea to supervise detention today. How had he managed to sound so nonchalant earlier? He felt absolutely not cool or like he knew what he was doing here. But...he had to pretend. Come on. It wasn't that much different from acting performances or holding a lesson, was it? Besides... besides, for once he had a chance to be alone with Damien this way. He didn't want to spoil that. So he pulled himself together. "I'm glad you're here," he greeted the disgruntled student in front of him, and he meant his words in exactly the same way. After all, he hadn't known if Damien would truly show up here. "Don't think it's because of what you said!" he got a snotty answer.

"I just don't feel like having the principal send another letter to my dads!" And he certainly hadn't turned around halfway through his walk out because he'd been thinking about how his dorky history teacher - even though he was already 10 minutes over time - might still be hanging out here in the room waiting for him. Which to his annoyance had been proven to be true! Which normal teacher watched over an empty room! This guy was driving him crazy! "Ah. I see." The voice projected into his head sounded so neutral that Damien wasn't sure if Teach was disappointed in his answer or not, which only fueled his anger even further. "So what now?" asked Damien in response, in a bad mood. Actually, he didn't feel like talking to his teacher, but he hated this stupid silence even more. The school was usually so noisy, but at this time of the day, a damn cemetery would be noisier! "Hmmm, Ms. Feratu didn't leave any assignment sheets for me. If you want to use the time to do homework or study, you're welcome to do so. I'm also happy to help out with any questions." Yeah, that figures. Like he was going to waste his time on bullshit like that. "Are you fucking serious?" Teach merely tilted his head a little as if honestly wondering why Damien was so upset. Didn't he get the message at all? After a short pause his teacher answered completely serious: "Absolutely. Otherwise I wouldn't have offered my help," he explained with that over-friendly smile he so often put on when he was teaching. "However, it was only a suggestion," Teach added, while Damien watched his teacher tap a finger against his right forearm.

To be honest, Damien didn't understand any longer what had made him come here. He should just leave. Whether he got the letter or not. That would be the problem of his future self. But just before he could get up, the gentle voice of his history teacher invading his head made him pause. "Then how about a game to pass the time?" A what? Stunned, he looked at his teacher, who was still smiling at him in amusement, his hands clasped together. What the heck was going on in this guy's head? Actually, Damien didn't feel like playing any stupid kids' games, but... he was a little bit curious now, what his odd teacher had in mind. He... could listen to it and in case of any doubt, he still could leave. At least it sounded better than Teach's first suggestion. "And what exactly did you have in mind?" the demon prince inquired suspiciously. The smile in Teach's eyes suddenly held a challenging glint that caught Damien's attention inevitably. After all, Damien LaVey had never run away from a challenge before. Could this be fun after all? An almost excited tingle of anticipation ran through his body, making him sit up straighter. "A very simple question and answer game," barely said, Damien could feel how his excitement abruptly vanished into thin air. That sounded outright lame. So the complete opposite of thrilling or fun. "We take turns asking each other questions to answer. The first one of us who can't or won't answer three times loses." Teach thought for a moment before continuing. "If you win, you get a prize. If you lose, there's no downside for you." The rules were incredibly simple. However, the thing that surprised him was that Teach mentioned specifically that one might not want to answer a question. It didn't sound like it was about stupid school knowledge. He couldn't stand that kind of stuff. But other than that, it didn't sound very interesting. The only reason why he even cared about it was the thing with the price. Sure, it could be something lame as well, but... what if it wasn't? On top of that, he clearly had nothing to lose either. All right, then. He could play along for once. If it got too stupid for him, nothing and no one was going to stop him from ending this nonsense. "All right. I'll play along with your weird game. So go ahead and start," the pyromaniac school bully said rather impatiently, gesturing for Teach to begin with his hand. Teach, despite Damien's rude words, literally had a beaming look on his face. Unbelievable. Just totally ridiculous~ How happy someone could get over such nonsense, Damien thought, as he rolled his eyes, not quite as annoyed as before, and the corners of his mouth twitched upward for a split second.

Teach, at least, no longer hesitated to come out with his first question. "What exactly did you do that got you detention today?" Pffffh! That was his fucking question? Damien could barely stifle a laugh. The dork couldn't have made it any easier for him! "Placed a bucket of Selkie piss over the classroom door, dumped out over the old hag." Nothing too drastic, therefore. "I really don't know why everyone is so fussy about this." Damien was almost expecting Teach to say something super tedious. Something like, you don't do that to others. That students should treat their teachers with respect. That such behavior was not appropriate. Something like that. But Teach just stared at him with eyes wide open in disbelief. And then... Then suddenly he just started laughing. Completely stunned, Damien watched as his teacher was busy wiping tears from the corners of his eyes while his laughter still echoed in his head. "O-oh my. So that's... that's really... well... ", Teach chuckled so hard that Damien had a hard time understanding the individual words properly. Somehow, though, his teacher managed to finish his sentence. "Now that I would have loved to see for myself." Damien's mouth literally dropped open. The guy was laughing! He just laughed at that! Wow. Teach took a noisy breath and took another deep one to calm himself down. "Okay. Your turn." Eh? Huh? It was his turn? His turn at wh- ? Oh yeah! Fuck! His head felt completely blank, which was why Damien simply asked: "You think that's funny?" Teach seemed clearly amused, though it was impossible for the heir to the throne to tell right now whether that was because of his question or his teacher's previous fit of laughter. Acting secretly, as if someone might overhear them - which was nonsense, of course, since they were alone here - Teach looked around before turning back to him. "Just between us?" he asked quietly in an overly cryptic manner. "As long as it doesn't involve anyone I like, my answer is yes," his teacher admitted with a little wink. Oooookay... ? Damien was still a little flabbergasted. He had not expected such an honest answer. And he certainly didn't expect something like this from Teach, who looked like he would follow any rule, no matter how stupid or unnecessary! "Your turn," he merely replied, trying to bring this newly discovered side of his counterpart in line with his previous image of Teach. This time Damien waited almost eagerly for his next question.

"Hmm. Ah, that should be good," almost grinning, Teach looked at him. "Chocolate or vanilla ice cream?" Damien was grinning now, too. "Dumb question! Chocolate. Vanilla is for boring losers who always play it safe." So it was his turn again! This time he really had to think of a better question. Just as he was still feverishly pondering, Damien noticed one of the little thingies looking sheepishly at him from over Teach's shoulder. The little things somehow constantly clung to his teacher. "What are those things?" Damien hadn't thought too much about it until now, but now that he had the opportunity and peace to think about it, it looked to him like they were connected to the body of the shadowy monster in front of him.

"You mean... ", Oz turned his head a little to the side to look at one of his tiny companions. "These?", he gently pointed his hand at one of the little phobias and Damien nodded at him eagerly. Ah good. "These are phobias," he said slowly, curiously watching Damien's reaction to his answer. Apparently his answer hadn't been very helpful for the horned demon. Just like in the old days. When he had first tried to explain to his former classmate what a phobia was. Oz gently pushed aside the wistful and nostalgic feeling that drifted towards the surface. Now was not the time to reminisce, as bittersweet as the memories might be. "Phobias are specific fears. Like those of spiders, of fire, of the dark, or of falling from a great height." Slowly, it seemed to click with Dames. "So these are your... " Oz held a finger to his non-existent lips, an amused smile in his eyes, and interrupted his overeager student in front of him without further ado. Even though he was pleased that Damien was suddenly so enthusiastically trying to learn more about him, he wasn't about to present him with all the answers on a silver platter. After all, they were still in the middle of a game. "Take your time to think about how you want to ask your next question, but first it's my turn again," he announced with a sly smile.

"So Damien. What do you think I am?", Oz was curious what Damien thought. Or maybe he already knew the answer? Some students who had asked Oz about it, he answered honestly, although so far no one seemed to believe him when he claimed to be the personified fear. So Oz didn't know exactly what was shared among the students. Or whether the higher years exchanged themselves at all with the students from the first year. Therefore, he was eager to hear what Damien would say. Despite the fact that the well-known truant wasn't too keen on thinking so hard about one thing, Damien took his time before opening his mouth to present his solution to him. "A shadow monster. Or a dark elemental," Damien seemed unsure himself if he was right about that. Good-naturedly, Oz shook his head. "Both of those are wrong, I'm afraid."

"But how should I-", Damien was about to protest, because the question was so unfair! Annoyed, the devilish demon straightened up, both hands propped on the table in front of him, and stared at his teacher with a dangerous and angry glint in his yellow eyes. But Teach interrupted him before he was able to knock the table over or set it on fire out of anger. "Don't worry. You answered the question itself correctly. It's just the solution that's wrong." Was his teacher completely off his rocker by now? What was he talking about? How could he have answered a question right and wrong at the same time? "What do you mean?" demanded Damien impatiently. "It' s quite simple. I had asked what you think I am. Therefore, there was no wrong answer. But I am neither a shadow monster nor an elemental," Teach admitted to him without showing any sign of being intimidated by his threatening attitude. Finally it became clearer what Teach meant. He had asked him a trick question, but not one to his disadvantage. Which kind of missed the point behind a trick question. Didn't it? Damien wasn't exactly sure if he should be annoyed or pleased by that. No, no, he was clearly leaning more towards the former! Anyhow, he slowly let himself sink back into his chair. "But it' s so weird to ask a question like that." "I was just a little curious to hear how you see me. Or if you might know the answer from one of the students in the upper grades." How he saw him? Damien didn't really know what Teach meant by that. Teach was just one of his teachers. And... he constantly stopped him from disrupting his classes, which meant that he was one of the few teachers at this school who stood up to him. Which was total crap! And maybe also a teeny-weeny bit cool. But apart from that, Damien actually knew hardly anything about him. Shouldn't you get to know your opponents better or something to be able to defeat them easier? Maybe this game, which seemed so childish to him at first, was good for something after all. "Whatever... so what exactly are you then?" Maybe he could have figured out the answer on his own, but somehow... now that he had the chance, he preferred to hear it from Teach's mouth. Well, not really out of his mouth. After all, Teach didn't have one. Damien just wanted to hear it from the guy himself! And strangely enough, this seemed to please his teacher. As if he had only been waiting for Damien to ask exactly this question.

Oz had been waiting for Damien to ask him this very question. He knew that either way, it would unavoidably come to this at some point. So why not now, when they could talk about it alone and in private? "Fear. Or what everyone understands by the feeling of fear. Whereas since I have a body, it might also be accurate to say that I am the personification of fear." To answer this time was much easier for him than back then. Perhaps because by now he was no longer so terribly afraid of admitting what he was. Because Oz knew that most people didn't believe him anyway. And those monsters who were important to him would accept it. All that remained was to hope that nothing changed. "That's why phobias, which are basically subtypes of fear, are also a part of me that only manifested in the course of time. The more different fears people and monsters develop, the more of them come into existence as well. But maybe it would go a little too far to try to explain all that in detail..." he muttered the latter more to himself than Damien. "Does that answer your question more or less?"

Damien expected a lot of things. But not this. At the moment, he was still trying to figure out if Teach was just brazenly telling lies to him. Whether it was the phobia thing or the story about how he was supposed to be a feeling that was somehow a person? How could something like that be possible? Was such a thing even possible? And then he claimed to be fear itself! Yet Teach was pretty much the complete opposite of scary. As far as he knew. His teacher just had to be screwing with him. And yet... yet... the monster before his eyes - or whatever he exactly was - didn't appear to be joking or making fun of him. "You're really serious about this? No bullshit? Honestly?"

"Yes. Honestly," no hesitation or doubt was in Teach's voice as he answered him. "It's okay if you don't believe me," he added more slowly. "No, I believe you," it immediately burst out of Damien before he had even given it a second thought. The words just bubbled out of his mouth. And what was even stranger, they felt right. Somehow he knew it was true. Deep, deep within himself, he could feel it. Even if he didn't understand where that unshakable confidence or trust came from. The trust that Teach wasn't lying to him about this. Though he didn't understand how all this could be possible. Maybe... he just wanted to believe him. Or something like that. Anyhow, he didn't want to think about such complicated stuff any longer!

He had wished for it, but had not dared to hope for such a thing. But Damien believed him. Oz wondered if Dames had any idea how happy these few, but for him so incredibly important words, made him? How they made his heart beat a little faster? The personification of fear would have loved to give him a hug. Here and now. Without any restraint. But... but that would have been awkward under the present circumstances... Being hugged out of the blue by his teacher was most, most definitely one of the things that would send Oz straight to Damien's hit list. And he didn't want to scare Damien away under any circumstances. Just because he didn't manage to pull himself together a little bit. So Oz had to hold his feet still and stay in character. And hope that he would once again manage to get Damien to open up to him. But that wouldn't happen today or tomorrow. It would take time. He couldn't allow himself to become impatient. "I'm glad to hear that. Very much so. I think you're the only one who has really felt this way about it so far." But just because he had to play his role didn't mean he had to hide his every thought or keep his joy a secret. "Oh, but I think it's up to me to move on." He briefly considered what question he might continue with. Oz wanted to avoid asking Damien too intimate questions on his part. After all, this was supposed to be fun and help them carry on a more casual chat. Besides, he knew how easy it could be for Damien's mood to tip if a sensitive topic was accidentally brought up. "Do you have a good movie tip for me? I still need something to fill my weekend with."

That Teach would look so grateful just because of a few words. Only because someone believed his story. What a moron! There was no need for getting so excited over it! Nevertheless, Damien couldn't help but feel a bit proud that he seemed to be the first one who knew about it and took it seriously. That made it a bit special, didn't it? Not that he was particularly interested in knowing about this stuff! But before he could give it any more thought, his teacher continued their little game, which he had nearly forgotten. "Sure I can, if you absolutely insist," the heir to the throne announced smugly. "Die Faster & Even More Angrier 7. You totally have to see that one! I learned so much rad stuff from that series! Like, for example... "

Cute. Damien was unbelievably cute when, like now, he started gushing all excited about something he liked. Oz listened patiently as the prince of hell, tried to describe the fast-paced car chases or jumped up from his seat to re-enact some of the choreographed fights for him to show how rad and metal the whole thing was. "In that case, maybe I'd better start at Part 1 and work my way up to Part 7." "I'm sure you won't regret it!" Oz smiled a bit more at Damien's boundless passion as soon as it came to extremely brutal or dramatic action scenes. Yes, Oz could pretty well imagine where his friend had gotten the inspiration for numerous of his crazy adventures and ideas. He chuckled lightly. "Yeah, I think so too. As soon as I have seen them, I'll let you know what I thought of them."

"So without suspecting anything, I went deeper into the cave and the next thing I knew, I was falling! I had not noticed the hole in the middle of the tunnel, which had opened up right in front of me. And what an horrific deep hole it was. I'm not a huge fan of falling from great heights. Even less so when there are big, spiky wooden stakes waiting for me at the ground." Oz frowned slightly as he thought back to how it had felt to be impaled. Damien, meanwhile, sat as quiet as a mouse in front of him, listening to his tale with unexpected interest. "It's downright painful to be pierced by an oversized toothpick. And very annoying and exhausting to detach from it again." Being impaled was definitely on his list of things he didn't want to repeat. "Anyway, I managed to get back on my feet, even if it took a little while. I looked around more closely and noticed a passageway at the edge of the pit floor. Big enough for one person to step through." "And what was behind it?" the young demon impatiently pressed him, unable to wait to hear more. "Behind it was a large room lit with torches and magic stones. And in the middle of it was... ", Oz paused dramatically to add to the suspense.

"Oh come on! Out with it!"

The entity stifled a laugh at his former friend's typical response. "To my surprise, I found a very modern kitchen studio there!" "You can't be fucking serious! How does something like that end up in a cave?" "Well, as it turned out shortly after entering the room, a cooking show was being produced there by the local goblins. They usually used the intruders that died in their trap as the main ingredient for their newest episode. I was quite embarrassed to be stared at by them like that. The mood was... a bit tense you could say. And I think they were also kind of uncomfortable to see that I wasn't dead or otherwise badly injured and therefore not suitable for one of their dishes." Sometimes it had its advantages to be an immortal being. ... yeah, sometimes... He returned to his original story. "To be true, I felt a little guilty about this whole matter. So I suggested they get a replacement that they could use. After all, I had packed some food for my trip anyway, which I had planned to use later. So I just let them have what I was carrying anyway and even got to help out as a guest on their show."

What a crazy story! Well, okay, maybe the cooking show part was a tad lame, but the rest was pretty cool! There was only one thing that confused him. "But how did you... I mean you said yourself that you got pierced by a fucking stake", so how on earth had Teach taken that so easily? He had barely finished voicing his concern when the doorbell rang. Teach rose from his seat and glanced at the clock above the door. "Looks like you made it for the day," he announced in a good mood. Damien furrowed his brows. Had time really gone by that fast? It didn't even seem that long to him that he was sitting here with Teach. And... shit! He had forgotten that the whole point of this game was to win! He had let himself be distracted by the relaxed atmosphere and Teach's questions! And actually all this should not have bothered him so much. After all, he had successfully spent his time here and could just leave to do whatever he wanted. But... Something still held him back. His feet just didn't move from the spot, even though he was already standing. Not knowing if there would be another opportunity like today left a sour aftertaste in his mouth. It was downright dissatisfying.

Oz had rather expected Damien to leave the room straight away to enjoy his freedom. But instead, the young prince was still standing next to his seat, restlessly shifting his weight from one leg to the other. Dames was obviously thinking about something rather hard, stepping on the spot, so to speak. Maybe Oz was wrong...but perhaps.... The eldritch being decided to take a shot in the dark. "How about a second round? Not today, but another time. After all, we're left with a draw. So if you ever feel like it, we can continue this." Oh, hopefully he wouldn't have to regret his words right away. Perhaps he had misinterpreted his friend's hesitation. Maybe it wasn't about that at all and Damien was about to snap at him for his words and Oz would look like the last self-centered jerk! Damien was staring at him so insistently that Oz felt like he was going to burst into flames at any moment. And not necessarily in a romantic way. Instead of an almost expected insult, the handsome prince of hell nodded at him approvingly.

"Next time, I'm so going to kick your ass at this silly game and get your lame prize! You betcha!", Damien now announced again with his usual confidence and a touch of unshakable confidence. Despite the overly loud or harsh tone in his voice, there was an amused grin on the pyromaniac's lips as he stormed out of the room filled with gleeful anticipation of the next match.

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shadowonwater · 1 year

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Pokemon Scarlet Playthrough, part the 5th: I beat up a fire breathing car, went to school, and beat up a streamer's pets

So I'm gonna try doing this one in shorter segments, see how it goes.

Right now I pretty much have only just defeated the 1st Star Base. I'm just exploring around at the moment, thinking about going to a nearby city that has a gym but I should talk to Nurse Joy first. I'm also thinking about going back to the school to try to figure out what those [blank] class is now available means.

So the first battle with the kid at the gate was mixed. He only had one Pokemon but he kept using roar whenever I had a Pokemon with a type advantage, which was annoying, but I do respect. Also I realized that I was like, just, at the correct level to be doing this. So I was getting a little worried about this might go.

The raid itself was easy, defeating 30 Pokemon in i-don't-remember-how-many-minutes was a breeze tbh. Two of the Pokemon I was using had a type advantage, and one (my Flamingo) was just kick ass in general and doesn't need a type advantage. I just ran around, let them out, and the Team Star members Pokemon would would taken out pretty quickly, no healing needed.

Mela was a lot harder though. I was a little underleveled for her. I used Jimin my Clodsire against her Torkoal. I can't say it's the usual way people win but Jimin's Poison Point really came in clutch. It got poisoned right away. 2 attacks from it would have taken out Jimin, but I just kept healing him every turn, stalling out the poisoning until her Torkoal fainted.

Her fire car is a different story though. I'm not sure if it's actually a real Pokemon or not, it's kind of wild. After she was defeated in her backstory she was saying something about powering something (the car I think) up with the uhhhh little fire soldier things (whatever they were called) Char-something. I wonder if each of the leaders has one. That's charged up with different energy types.

Anyway, I had a lot of trouble with this one. All my Pokemon were a lower level than it, and it kept using screech, and just going faster and faster, even when I used a move that lowers speed, it did nothing.

I tried to have Jimin out for awhile to see if Poison Point would activate, but I don't think it works on a car. Seems to be the sort of thing that's part steel, but idk. It was fire though. Fire type I mean. I didn't really get that far w/ Jimin before he was knocked out. I sent out Wiggles the Wiglet next, I got one attack in before it was also knocked out. Then I sent out what would turn out to be my hero, Wowza the Flamigo.

At first I did a double kick, but then realized I should use low kick. Low kick is said to do more damage on heavy opponents. Cars are heavy! Wowza did get knocked out but I revived it while letting my grass cat take damage. I sent Wowza back out fully healed. Something that surprised me was that the car did Flame Charge, first and only time I ever saw it do that during the battle. Well I just kept using low kick, it was 2-3 time of doing that and I won. If I have to fight more cars, I should keep low kick in mind.

I was surprised by how chill miss-giant-boots was after I defeated her. She gave me her Fire/Star badge (ha ha Firestar, any Warrior cats fans here?). According to "Cass" they lose the right to be the boss after giving away the badge. Does that mean I'm the new boss? I want to be the new boss. I'll tell them to do cool public art like murals if I was in charge. I'll be "Alright, you guys want to be punks? Well it's time to be artsy punks! If you have a problem with 'The Man' I want to see it represented via art!"

Anyway "Clive" saying something about rumors of Team Star "plotting against the school" gave me the heeby jeebies. Y'know as an American. We got a nasty history of students "plotting against the school". Well good thing it was rumors. But what is "Operation Star???" I really want to know, it seems important.

Anyway am I very certain now that "Cass" is Pennny. What with Penny being the "Supply Dropper" and all. Se even literally said she was a hacker! It was you who hacked my phone. Anyway, got nothing else for now, see you when I play the game more.

Oh! I just remembered to say how much I love it when they say "Hasta la vi star" it amuses me greatly.

Okay so my 2nd session ended sooner than I would have hoped because I needed to charge my Switch, lol. But I'll tell you want I did during that time.

I asked the Pokecenter lady where I should go next and she told me to go to the Electric Gym. Worked out well because that was already the direction I was heading.

Lots of electric types on the way, ran into a hoard of Magnemites. So I just started whaling on the horde with Jimin, ha ha electric immunity. I'm aalmost surprised I didn't run into a shiny with the amount that I beat up. The Electric Gum leader is going to have a rough time with my little buddy, here. He's now almost level 30, the highest level on my team. I once considered him potentially replaceable but that was more when he was a Wooper. He's probably staying on my team for the rest of the game, he kicks ass.

Someone who I don't think will stay on the team is Wiggles the Wiglett. I hardly ever use him and when I do he gets taken out very easily. He has very low HP. I'm pretty sure he evolves so I'm at least keeping him till then. (ok I checked he does evolve and it should be soon) Depending on how well he does after evolving I'll consider keeping him but probably not.

Wiggles replacement will likely be this dolphin I caught. It reminds me of the dolphin model from Animal Jam so I named him Jam. It reminds me of the dolphin I had in particular because of having similar colors as well as a swirl pattern. I've seen images of the dolphin around, apparently its kinda broken?

Also Tinkerton evolved! They now have a bigger hammer and a ponytail! I've been using it for fighting Pokemon I don't want to faint because it has Metal Claw and Draining Kiss, which are both pretty weak moves.

Also I saw the Dung Beetle Pokemon for the first time, a trainer had it. I've heard mention of it online, but this was my first time seeing it.

After healing at the Pokecenter in the city the Electric Gym is at I flew back to the city the school is in because I wanted to check out those Classes, to see what they were. I was about to do one when my Switch ran out of power, so I guess I'll see you again after doing the available Classes.

Ok so I haven't done the classes quite yet, I decided to explore the school first and see what the npcs have to say. I read the books and some of them have some interesting things to say.

The Occulature Magazine has info about the paradox Pokemon. It amuses me that, while I know these things are real, as far as most people in the Pokemon world would be concerned it's just a weird tabloid magazine, it certainly reads like one. Makes me think of the song Midnight Star by Weird Al. In particular the mention of the "Scarlet Book" has really caught me attention.

There was a book that referenced an event from the SWSH games. And also a book that seems to reference PLA to a degree. There was a book that had a student registry but the last few pages were torn out, that seems important.

There were some books that seem to be about characters. There was a book talking about the Bug Gym Leader and her bakery. And a book about a snow boarder, who I assume is the Ice Gym Leader that appeared in the trailers. There was also a book about a musician who I assume is also a gym leader? I'm guessing ghost. The mention of bringing a dog back to life by his singing is wild tho. I'm guessing that dog is the fire/ghost one we saw in a trailer? Also the book's use of slang was very amusing to see in a Pokemon game.

I talked to some of the teacher's while they were hanging in their class. I've chatted a bit with the nurse, not much comment there. The director though? lol. He wanted my character to explain a slang word to him. That is very funny, amuses me greatly. It's also funny seeing the message about growing closer to the teacher, it reminds me of dating sims.

Also got False Swipe from Jacq. I think I accidentally glitched him a little. You see I was trying to see if I could click on the little diorama, to see if there was any flavor text, but instead I started talking to Jacq for the first time, causing a cut scene. My character model was teleported to be in front of him, but his body was pointed in the direction of where I was. So he was still facing the wall while talking to me, a little rude Jacq.

One other thing, some random kid said something about Penny that implied she's returning to school rather than being a new student. I think I remember some other character saying something similar. I don't know what happened to her that made her stop coming to school, but I'm guessing it has something to do with Team Star? I'm guessing her connection runs deeper with them than I initially thought. Anyway gonna take the classes now~

Art Class 1: I thought this one would be interesting to take as an irl art student. Hassel opens by saying that many people there would forget whatever they learned in art class. I won't Hassel, it is my intended career. But he does have a point about mandatory art classes. Also I agree that the small beauties of the world are something to behold and treasure.

Art Class 2: When I saw the Gible I was like <3 <3 and when it did the Tera, my immediate thought was that we would be drawing it. Or that's at least what would have if this was a real art class. Instead the teacher just talked about the Tera phenomenon.

Biology 1: Jacq explained the Let's Go Together function. And talked a bit about why Pokemon aren't let out of their ball indoors. I understand but I think it's shame. I do find it funny that a lot of students violate that rule anyway tho.

Biology 2: Jacq talked about picnics and Pokemon eggs. I found it funny it gave the option to say Pokemon are born from Boxes or Pokeballs. And how relieved Jacq sounded when I choose the correct answer. He said that no one really knows where eggs come, c'mon lets be real, they do, Gamefreak just can't really allude to where they come from because it's a kids game. And he also said Pokemon entrust us w/ their kids. Reminds me of stories of cats and dogs leaving their babies with their human to watch while they go do something else.

Home Ec. 1: He talks about Meal Powers, can't say I know that much about them but I don't really care about them either.

Home Ec. 2: He talks about healing items. I find it funny that the game treats items just laying on the ground as a normal thing.

Languages 1: Salvatore is a pretty guy. Ha ha, I already took a French Class I know what "Je m'appelle" and "Merci beaucoup" mean. "Popular streamer?" I'm guessing it's the Electric Gym Leader from the trailer.

Languages 2: talking about his classes in general I just find funny from the perspective of someone who knows a bit of French. Because he's just using French everywhere in his speech. Also I find it funny how in Pokemon the word Region sort of accidentally became the word for country.

Math 1: Generally not a math fan, but she's just talking about how super effective moves double the damage. "It makes math fun, even if you don't like the subject" you got me maim. Connecting math to video games like this is more fun.

Math 2: she's talking about shopping, the math involved with spending money. I must admit she got me on the trick question. I was too busy doing math to remember the Premier Balls were a thing.

History 1: Pretty lady. One of her hair strands keeps jumping up and down, think that's a glitch. Oh hell yeah, tell me about that crater. "A certain something" WHAT, WHAT IS THERE. I'm so curious. So apprently people think treasure is there, I can see how that relates to the "treasure hunt"

History 2: "Paldean Empire" :eyes emoji: very interesting story about a dictator sending people in a dangers place to look for treasure. Makes me think of people looking for the fountain of youth and the golden city. btw, it makes smile to see references to PLA on the board.

battle Studies 1: The joke about having a type and Pokemon types is funny. Just basic Pokemon battleing stuff really.

Battle Studies 2: "Wham-Bam Potion!" and "Explosive Healing Wave!" would be great names for cheers, too bad they aren't. Anyway just some info about Tera raids, nothing I didn't really know.

Anyway that's the classes done for now, I just ended up writing about them as I was playing them. There were 2 classes of each and I have two badges, so I'm guessing there's one per badge, and I'll unlock more as I play. Anyway that's it for now, I'll be seeing about facing Iono (that was her name right?) next time.

Okay, this should be my last session before I post this, this has already gotten pretty long already. The city Iono is in has so far been the largest city since Mesagosa. I had a fun time exploring it, altho I got a little lost and completely passed by the gym center.

I was happy to battle Nemona, I'm excited for when she can go all out on me. I defeated her relatively easily. Also Wiggles evolved into Wugtrio, their skin changing from white to red was a surprise, didn't expect that. I like how all the heads are coming out of a single rock.

Well I go for Iono next and she makes me be on her stream and play Where's Waldo with Clavell of all people. He was easy to find the first two rounds, but it took me a little to find him on the last round. I battled some Iono fans between rounds. Gotta say that the PokeManiacs have such a weird outfit. But I guess that's why they are called maniacs.

The battle with Iono herself went well, I used Jimin the whole time, woo-hoo electric immunity. It didn't go by quite as easy as I thought it would though. First she used a flying type so I couldn't use ground moves. Then she used the frog, but while I had a type advantage, it was just really bulky. I took out her Luxio instantly tho. Then she used Mismagious and made it Tera Electric.

Thing is, I knew she had a Mismagious because a friend told me about the gym leaders all having a Pokemon that becomes their type via Tera. And she used Iono as an example. So I knew that ground type moves were useless here. Jimin's Sludge Wave worked just fine though.

Gotta say, I love that Iono is an influencer. I just think it's a very modern thing to include into a Pokemon game and I love that. Also I wonder if the Magnemite on her head are alive? They float off her once and awhile so idk. I loved her defeated animation of her Magnemite flying around her head like stars/birds in a cartoon.

After the battle my Wattrel evolved into Kilowattrel (clever name). I'm not sure if it evolves again or not, but looking at the Pokedex I think it does? There's a single space in between Kilowattrel and Wingull. So unless a single stage is there, it evolves one more time. I'm guessing the name is Megawattrel?

Just as I thought more classes for school became available. I'll do some more of those some other time though.

Saw Crazy Hair Lady again. Apparently she's the chairwoman of the Pokemon league. I suppose I'll be running into her more.

Anyway I was thinking about heading in the opposite direction I came into the town in. I asked the nurse, and she agreed I should keep going that way. So I've been catching a bunch of Pokemon in the area, mostly old ones. I also did my first 3 star Tera raid, so that was cool, the better rewards are nice.

I also saw a Pokemon that I've never seen before, nor heard mention of. A Tumbleweed! I already figured it would be a ghost type considering irl Tumbleweeds are dead. And it is! What a fun find!

I decided to finally switch out Wiggles with something else. I decided on the Rock Salt Pokemon for now. It evolved after I gave it candy to make it catch up to the rest of my team. The Salt Cure move looks really interesting, I do enjoy moves that chip away at health.

Anyway that's all for now, I'll continue exploring this area and eventually fight the Steel Titan.

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet #pokemon sv #scarlet and violet #playthrough #first playthrough #live posting

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veryfancydoilies · 4 months

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hello there, it’s santa again!

ahh you’re a history major, very cool! i went to school for nursing and two years ago i decided to go back to get my masters in advanced practice nursing. such a rewarding career, i have loved every minute of it. it’s funny really, i thought i’d end up being an in journalism, art or film but i’ve realised that i can still do all those things on the side on top of being a nurse. so, every now and then i do make short films or write fiction stories about whatever comes to mind.

i have always loved Olivia Hussey in “Romeo and Juliet” (1968) ever since we were show it in my high school English class! her and Leonard Whiting fit their roles so well, and two very attractive individuals. that version of the Shakespeare classic is by far my favourite. hm..favourite holiday classic. well, i don’t know if you’d consider this a classic film but i do like rewatching “The Sound Of Music” with Julie Andrews. for me it’s the perfect feel-good holiday classic. i know some people find musicals a bit too cheesy but i don’t, i think they’re wonderful. do you like musicals? i think my favourite musical besides Sound of Music is Oliver! (1968)

oh yes, Ray is so charming and veryy handsome just like his brother Dave whom i’ve been a bit smitten by lately lol speaking of musicals, i also love that Ray go into musicals himself at the peak of his career. i think The Kinks’ “Soap Opera” album does well in showcasing Ray’s talent for acting/singing in musicals. he’s always been such a well rounded artist, i adore that very much about him.

well i hope your holiday decorating is going well. i’m taking my time with mine, though there isn’t much time now is there, since christmas is creeping up fast.

great talk! hope to hear from you soon. take care :)

Hi there! It’s wonderful to study something you genuinely like, isn’t it? I’ve loved history for as long I can remember and I’m really good at it. Learning history is like being told stories. It’s not all happiness and rainbows though. We talk about really sad and disturbing topics too. I just finished a class about the Holocaust. Does nursing ever make you sad, I wonder? I actually used to be a film major in community college but I was far more interested in the history of films and their analysis. So I decided to major in history instead and specialize in film history. You make short films?! That’s really cool. So are they homemade or professional with hired actors? I knew a girl in community college who was like a casting director. She was looking for actors to act in a film. And you write fiction? What do you write about if you don’t mind me asking? I used to write stories when I was little and even drew pictures to accompany the stories. I wanted to be a writer. Maybe I still can be.

Yes Olivia Hussey is very beautiful and the perfect Juliet. Apparently her daughter acts too and is the splitting image of her mother. I love musicals! I even have a playlist on Spotify dedicated to them. I’ve never The Sound of Music actually but I love the two songs Do-Re-Mi and My Favorite Things. Is My Favorite Things meant to be a Christmas song? Anyways I love listening to it during Christmastime. Have you watched musicals performed live? I have seen a few myself like A Gentlemen’s Guide to Love and Murder and Something Rotten. Are there any musicals you grew up watching? The Prince of Egypt was one for me. That film is criminally underrated. It’s absolutely stunning and the songs are amazing. And of course I saw many Disney movies too? My favorite is The Hunchback of Notre Dame. That opening sounds so cool and epic, I love it. I miss how dark Disney movies used to be. I feel like they’ve been playing really safe in recent years. Easier money and less disgruntled parents, I guess. As for my favorite holiday classic, I love the Muppets Christmas Carol. I watched it with my brother recently.

Did you know that Ray and Dave didn’t always get along? I’ve even heard that Ray straight up hated Dave. I don’t know all of the details and some may be exaggerated but it seems they patched things up. I saw recent picture of them together. I’ve even heard that one of them or both are working on something new. Have you listened to their song Father Christmas? It’s so good. It’s exactly what you’d expect from a Christmas song made by the Kinks.

Can you tell what other bands from the 60s you like? Another band I really like are the Turtles. I listened to an album of theirs one night and was instantly hooked. I don’t think I realized they were the band who made the hit song Happy Together before listening. My favorite albums of theirs are Wooden Head (great for summer) and Happy Together. Also, do you know of Herman’s Hermits? Mrs. Brown, You’ve Got a Lovely Daughter is such a sweet song.

Anyways, have a nice day! Until next time.

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miekasa · 3 years

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speaking of college boys, what do the college au aot babies study??

Okay, okay, I think I’ve talked about this in an ask before but I can’t find it 😭😭 but it’s okay, I love college aus, so I’ll talk about it again! Plus, now I’ve got more thoughts for more characters, so here we go

Levi — neuroscience and psychology of human behavior

He started out on track to do a bachelor of arts in psychology, but when they touched on the anatomy and biological parts of it during his first year lecture, he switched to a bachelor of science.

The focus is still psychology, but through a more clinical lens. Essentially, he gets the best of both worlds this way. He’s intuitive and analytical, so clinical and mental diagnosis is easy to dissect for him. He’s also canonically good at math, so the calculus and stats parts aren’t too bad, either.

This major also leaves him with a few options post-grad, which is a nice bonus for him. He’s likely going to medical school, but that’s not the only route open to him: law school, therapy, lab work, medicine and pharmacy, even teaching are all viable options without going to grad school.

Do not talk to him about Freud unless you wanna get punted off a building.

Be careful with him, because with a single glance he’s already got scarily accurate predictions about your parental and emotional attachment styles, your behavior in social settings, and the onset (or seemingly lack thereof) of your frontal lobe development.

He thinks he’s so smart making comments like, “I see those synaptic connections aren’t working so well for you today,” like mf come here let me lobotomize you and see how well your synaptic connects are working after that🙄

Eren — general health sciences

He’s interested in science and the discovery aspects of it, but picking a specific field of focus right now feels too final. He likes it this way, because his schedule and requirements are less restrictive, and he has more room to find out what really interests him.

He does best when he’s doing something he loves, so picking a major with a bunch of reqs that he couldn’t care less about would have sucked big time for him. It also would have affected his grades. There are still some classes he has to take that he’s not fond of (see: chemistry), but that’s to be expected. Science in general is cool to him and he hopes to make his own discovery some day, even if it’s microscopic.

He also plays a lot of sports, keeping his schedule flexible is important. The sports end up helping him excel academically, which is a nice bonus. Honestly, Eren uses his time at university to learn more about himself than anything, so having control and freedom to do what he likes the majority of the time was important to him.

He uses his elective credits to take philosophy or history courses of his interest, or maybe even a course that you’re in just to spend time with you. He also uses you as a live model for his homework bye, congrats on being patient number one to him.

Armin — astronomy and physics

He’s still interested in marine biology, but unless he attended a school near a coast, or with a specialized integrated program for that, it’s unlikely he’d major in it during undergrad.

Space and ocean exploration aren’t all that different. Both are vast, largely unexplored domains that reel-in Armin’s interest for discovery. So, while studying astronomy, he still gets to study evolution and make his own predictions about what could be out there because there’s so much to know.

Physics comes with the territory of learning about planetary science, and he’s mathematically inclined, so it works out for him. Learning about the different physical properties of other planets and space masses is honestly pretty sick to him. Because math isn’t a struggle, he actually considered aeronautical engineering, but he didn’t want to be a part of the college to military pipeline; that is, he didn’t want any potential design of his to be weaponized.

He still gets to study animal biology through his elective courses, and might even find a few focused on marine animals to satiate him. Plant and cell biology are also of interest to him, and are just further applications of his primary study anyway, so he’s got plenty of room to work with.

This boy is interning at NASA and still, with his whole chest out is like, “I don’t need to discover a new planet, you’re my whole world.” Armin, go check on the Mars rover or something please.

Mikasa — anthropology + minor in japanese language studies

Anthropology is virtually interdisciplinary in nature, and Mikasa is a pretty well rounded student, so she’s able to excel in a program like this. She gets to study history, science, cultural studies, and even a bit of art all at once.

She’s still debating between going to law school vs med school, so anthro this is a good in-betweener. She gets a taste of science through her anatomy and kin courses; and lots of practice with reading and dissecting texts through the historical and cultural lectures. So, when the time comes to decide, she’ll have some experience with both.

Don’t know whether it’s confirmed that she’s (part) Japanese or not, but either way I headcanon that she speaks/spoke some second language at home. She wanted to delve more into it, and courses were offered at the university so why not?

Cultural studies courses end up being her favorite. She likes learning about the history of people and their cultures, and it encourages her to learn more about her own family history and culture. It also propels her to apply for a study abroad opportunity, so she spends at least one semester doing an exchange program and absolutely loves it.

She would also encourage you to apply and go, too. You guys might not be in the same program, but if there’s an applicable program in the same country she’s going to, then she’d definitely want you to apply. Spending the semester away with you would be a dream come true.

Hange — bioengineering + minor in political philosophy and law

It’s almost self-sabotage to be in an engineering program and have a minor; the coursework for engineering alone is backbreaking, and bioengineering has the added weight of human intricacies, but of course Hange makes it possible.

They’re nothing short of a genius, so of course they have time to work a completely unrelated minor into their schedule. It doesn’t surprise anyone that they go on to complete an MD-PhD after undergrad. Insane.

Bioengineering is essentially the synthesis of chemical engineering and health sciences; Hange spends their time exploring biological sciences and applies the engineering aspects of their coursework to their understanding of (and interest in creating) medicine. Truly a one of a kind mind.

They also have an interest in philosophy and justice, so when they found out they only needed a measly nine or ten courses to minor in, they went for it, of course. In honesty, they don’t find the studies all that opposing: both law making and medicine making both have some kind of philosophy or method to them in their eyes.

Hange has... little to no free time pls. They don’t mind it, because they love their coursework, but this means you are essentially ducking into their labs or scrambling to find them in-between their classes during your time in undergrad. They appreciate every second spent with you tho, and will gladly rope you into long discussions about their work.

Jean — biochemistry + minor in art sustainability

He was undeclared his first year, and took a little bit of everything: art, science, history, anthropology, english. Basically, anything that fit into his schedule. It was hard for him to pick one thing—he liked the science and lab applications of STEM courses, but not the math; and the obvious painting and creativity of art, but hated the pretentious air about art history.

What he wants to do is make a difference, which is how he ends up knowing that he wants to go to med school after, so he picks a science-heavy major, but uses his elective spaces to take art courses. When he mixes the two, he ends up on sustainability—and the complexities about it that are applicable to both science and art are what really reels him in.

Interdisciplinary studies end up being his forte. He can approach sustainability from a science perspective which impacts his art style and materials; and tuning into his creative side allows him to think about science not just from a purely clinical perspective, but from a human one, too—patients are people after all.

He believes that everything is connected somehow, even things as seemingly opposite as art and biochemistry. And he works towards finding the unique intersection where everything overlaps. His studies are pretty cool, and he’s very passionate about them, so ask him about it 😌

The art he makes is pretty sick, too, and often commentary about science; he’s proving they’re not so opposite. You also heavily influence his studies in both areas: caring about you so much inspires him to take the healthcare focus seriously, and your very nature is inspiration to his art.

Sasha — nursing

She’s friendly and good at working with people, so nursing was an easy choice for her. She accredits most of her motivation to being around her younger family members, and learns that she finds a simple kind of joy in helping to take care of others.

She struggles a bit her first year when it’s mostly all grades and standardized testing, but when she starts getting clinical experience and working in the hospital on campus, things round out for her.

Patient care is her strongest point. A lot of people often forget that knowing everything isn’t everything; if you don’t know how to calm or even just talk to your patient, you’re not that great of a healthcare professional.

Pretty certain that she wants to work with kids in the future, but she’s open to public health and even being a travel nurse if she finds opportunity there!

Of course, she’s pretty doting when it comes to you and all her friends. She might want to go into pediatrics, but the basics of nursing and health care extend to everyone, so you’re guaranteed to be well taken care of with Sasha around. You might even have to switch roles and take care of her sometimes, because her coursework can get pretty out of hand.

Connie — computer engineering with a focus on game design

He might not look it, but Connie has a brain under that shaved head of his. Computer engineering is cool to him because he basically learns about how simple things he uses every day (ie: phone, computer, microwave) works.

Systems and coding are actually the easy part for him, especially when they get into the application of it and aren’t just stuck looking at examples. That’s how he gets into game design.

The part about math and electricity and magnetic fields… well let’s just say he needed to make friends with someone who likes math and hardware his first year to get through it. But the struggle was worth it, because by his junior year he’s found a professor willing to mentor/supervise him as he works on his game and other projects, so life is good.

His school work is definitely hard, which is why the lives by the mantra of “work hard, party harder.” It’s only fair.

He makes you a little avatar so you can test out his games for him <33 best boyfriend things <33 He’d also… build a game about your relationship. Every level is a different date you guys went on, and he definitely includes something cheesy, like “There are unlimited lives because I love you forever babe <3”

Porco — kinesiology + maybe mechanical engineering

He’s pretty into athletics and working out, but didn’t wanna go down the sports psychology route; he wanted something that left him with a few more options, so he ended up in kinesiology.

He was surprisingly pretty good at biology in high school, so something stem-oriented works out in his favor, and it turns out he’s pretty damn good at anatomy, too. He’ll probably end up in physical therapy after graduation.

He’s also got a knack for cars, which is where the engineering comes in, but he doesn’t care so much for the math part of it (he doesn’t care for it at all actually, fuck that); he just wants the hands on experience of building/fixing things and working with his hands. So, if he can get a minor in it and not struggle through 4 years of math, then he’d do that. If not, he’d take a few workshop-like classes.

Because he wants to go into physical therapy, you are essentially his practice patient. Your back hurts? Not a problem, he’s basically a professional masseuse. Muscle aches? He’s got a remedy and understanding of why it’s happening. Don’t let him catch you hunting over your desk grinding away at your homework, because he will poke your neck and correct your posture (he’ll also massage your shoulders, but after the scolding).

Pieck — classics + minor in philosophy

Ancient studies interest her, but more than that, the language of ancient Greek and Roman culture fascinates her, so classics is the way to go.

Because her focus within Classics ends up being Greek and Latin language studies, she is essentially learning both languages at the same time. She gets farther with Latin that she does with Greek. For whatever reason, the former comes almost naturally to her, so her written and translated work is more complex in Latin.

However, she finds cultural studies relation to Greece more interesting than that of Rome, so it’s a give and take with both; better at languages for Roman studies, better at culture and history for Greek studies.

Her minor is a natural evolution from her primary coursework. Ancient Romans and Greeks set the foundation for a lot of modern day philosophy, so it comes up in her major classes, but she wanted to delve further into the philosophy, and not just look at it historically, so she takes more courses to fulfill the minor.

Can be found laying on a blanket in the quad on a hot day, with her books spread out all around her, highlighter in hand as she works through her reading. You’re always invited to sit with her, and more often than not, it ends up with Pieck’s head in your lap, a book in her hands, and your own schoolwork in yours as you both read in each other’s company.

Bertholdt — computer science and coding

He’s level headed, good at planning, and above all, patient, so he’s cut out for this. He doesn’t consider himself to be particularly creative, which is why he doesn’t pick a speciality with lots of design; but he’s good at streamlining and ideas to life.

The patience really comes in when his code doesn’t run. It’s frustrating to scroll for two hours just to find out that the issue is a missing semi-colon in line 273 that he overlooked, but Berty will sit there until he finds it.

He’s also good at fixing issues. That’s not limited to issues in the code itself; it can mean finding shorter ways to produce the same function or loop, or integrating new aspects into existing code.

Also, he’d just be so cute, coding away on his computer. Just imagine: Berty working on his homework in the library, he’s got his signature crewneck + collared shirt look going for him, his blue-light glasses, a cup of coffee nearly as tall as him sitting at the corner of his desk. Adorable.

He’d make little codes/programs for you, too, even if it’s silly. A simple code that helps you decide what to eat for dinner or where to go on a date, one that shuffles different reminders for you, hell he’ll even forgo the torture of design engineering just to build you a little robot that says “I love you” to you.

Reiner — english + minor in justice & political philosophy

Everyone expects Reiner, star quarterback of the university’s rugby team, to be a business student or communications student; but no, he’s an English major, and he loves it.

Just imagine a guy as huge as Reiner absolutely manhandling someone on the field, just to show up in his lectures with a tiny paperback of The Great Gatsby tucked between his fingers with his reading glasses on. It’s so precious.

He’s always running a bit late to class—either coming from the gym, or practice, or oversleeping from exhaustion—but he’s so sweet to his professors and genuinely interested in the literature that they don’t give him a hard time about it. They can tell that balancing school and sports is difficult, and they just appreciate that he takes his studies seriously.

Yeah he’s in a book club and he dog-ears his books. What about it. They’re doing poetry this month and Reiner actually likes Edgar Allen Poe. Who said jocks can’t be sentimental.

He also reads a lot outside of his classes, and has a soft spot for coming of age stories. He usually empathizes with the main character somehow. His ideal weekend plans after a week of grueling games and essays is taking a long, relaxing shower at your place, while you both share a bottle of wine, and maybe even get you to read a chapter or two of his current book out loud to him.

Annie — clinical psychology/neuroscience

Almost scarily analytical and methodic, so this major was calling her name. Localizing brain legions is… insanely intuitive to her it’s incredible. She’ll be an insanely impressive doctor someday, even if she doesn’t end up working with patients directly.

She doesn’t care too much for the more philosophical/reading heavy parts of psychology. Even experiments and research closer to the social end of the spectrum aren’t all that interesting to her; but the brain science behind it it.

Nobody should be good at cellular biology. Nobody should be able to ace cell bio and neuro and calc and work towards their thesis proposal in the same semester, but Annie proves it’s possible.

Ends up working in one of her professor’s labs by her junior year. She was offered three TA positions working with first year students, but she swiftly turned them down. Teaching isn’t her thing.

She doesn’t bring up her studies to you unprompted, but if you ask her about them she’ll explain it to you. Her notes are color coded and it’s super neat, and very cute; coloring them is somewhat relaxing for her. She usually saves the coloring part for when you guys study together; there’s extra comfort in doing it with you around.

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svnriseblvdd · 2 years

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Art | Remus Lupin

Author: @svnriseblvdd

Word count: 2005

Warnings: like one swear word I think?

Summary: In which Remus Lupin becomes close with the artsy girl after saving her from an embarrassing moment in History of Magic

Remus Lupin had never spoken one single word to Y/N Y/L/N. Not one. And yet, he was utterly infatuated with her. He thought she was beautiful, and kind, and intelligent.

There she sat, several seats away, doodling in a leather-bound notebook. Her hair had been tucked behind her ear, no longer shielding her face, and her brows were furrowed in concentration. The other Marauders shared knowing looks, as Sirius leaned over to him. "Moony, you might want to focus on taking notes, otherwise we all fail too."

Remus' attention was drawn away from her, and he looked back at Sirius. "Since when do you care about failing or not?"

"Since never. But you care. So, y'know, get on with it, and stop staring at the pretty girl."

It just so happened that two minutes later, as she continued to draw in her notebook, that Professor Binns asked her a question. "Miss Y/L/N?"

Her head turned up, raising an eyebrow. "Uh... what?"

"How many known times did Wendelin the Weird use the flame-freezing charm to render fire harmless when being burned at the stake?"

She fought to find the answer, unable to find it in her head. "Um..."

"No less than forty-seven," Remus answered for her.

"Thank you, Miss Y/L/N," Professor Binns replied, putting emphasis on the name.

"Anytime."

She turned her head, meeting his eyes, mouthing, "Thank you." Remus smiled, and she returned that smile, turning back to her notebook, sparing him another glance before she returned to her drawing.

After the class, Remus headed to lunch with his friends, and he heard the quick footsteps of someone jogging behind him. He turned around, finding Y/N approaching him. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to day thank you for that. That was really embarrassing."

James tapped him on the shoulder. "We'll be in the Great Hall." And then they walked away leaving Remus and Y/N to talk.

"It's no problem. I couldn't let you sit there on the spot. I'm happy to help."

"I'm Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N," she told him.

"Remus Lupin."

"Well, Remus... Thank you very much for your help. I appreciate it."

"No problem. What were you drawing anyway?" He asked.

Her eyebrows raised slightly, and she cleared her throat. "Oh, um... Just stuff. I like drawing whatever comes to me really. I saw the lake on the way to the class, and I felt like drawing the Giant Squid."

"Oh, cool. Could I see?"

"Oh, uh... Well..."

"Come on. How do I know it was worth saving you if you don't show me?"

She smiled, shaking her head a little. "Fine." She reached into her bag, her arm reaching further and further in, and Remus' brows furrowed. "Undetectable extension charm. There's a lot in here, I needed more space." Her arm stopped moving as she found it, pulling it up. "Aha. There you are. Thought you got away from me, didn't you?" She opened the book, flicking through the pages. Some pages, Remus managed to steal glances, and the work he saw, though it was gone in a second, looked good. She finally found the page, turning the book to him.

It was beautiful. The lines curved and twisted in beautiful patterns, the shaping was gorgeous, and the attention to detail was impeccable. "This is amazing."

"You really think so? I mean, the shading's all off and the line on the seventh tentacle isn't the right shape, it's really not my best."

"No, this is great. It's really - it's beautiful."

"Thank you." She rubbed at the back of her neck. "Uh, do you want to look at the others? I don't mind."

Remus looked through the drawings, admiring them with a smile on his face. "These are incredible."

"Thanks."

"My friend Sirius would probably pay you to do a portrait, by the way," he said.

"Oh, I don't do people. Not really."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. I draw things I find beautiful. Things that I'm inspired by. I haven't had much practice with drawing people. I'm not sure I'd even know where to begin," she responded.

He offered her a smile. "Well, I think that someday you'll be amazing at drawing people."

~~~

Come Christmas, Remus had spoken more and more to Y/N, and eventually, she'd begun to sit with him and his friends at mealtimes. He'd seen even more drawings, and he'd somehow fallen even harder for her. "Why do they call you Moony?" She'd asked as they made their way down to dinner one evening, just a week before Christmas.

"I'm sort of a night owl," Remus lied, hands in his pockets. "Plus, you know, my name."

"Okay, so Sirius is Padfoot, like a dog, because Sirius is the dog star? And then James... James is Prongs because... Forks?"

Remus laughed. "No, no. We'll get there, don't worry."

"Will you be staying behind for Christmas?" She inquired.

"No, we're all going over to James'. Are you?"

"My parents are away, so unfortunately, yes. I was hoping that at least somebody was going to be staying so that I wasn't totally alone."

"Hey, if you wanted to, you could come along with us to James'," Remus offered. "I'm sure Mrs Potter wouldn't mind. I can owl her after dinner to check."

"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to impose."

He shook his head. "No, no. It would be fine, I'm sure of it. Besides, how else would I give you your present?"

She grinned. "You got me a present?" He nodded. "Oh, good. I got you something too, I hoped it wouldn't be an awkward situation where I turned up with a gift and you didn't have anything to give me in return."

~~~

And that's how Y/N ended up at the Potters' for Christmas. It was beautifully decorated, absolutely riddled with Christmas spirit. It was wonderful. There was a divine roast dinner, cooked to perfection, the tree was huge, decorated in traditional Christmas colours, and it was magical.

And then, the gift exchange came. Everyone was pleasantly surprised with their gifts, and finally, there came the moment where Y/N could open the gift from Remus. She tore the paper, revealing a large pack of coloured pencils. They were beautiful, a range of colours, and excellent quality.

"Thank you," she breathed out. "Thank you so much."

"This way your drawings can be in colour. And you can get used to using colour for them too. I look forward to seeing the result."

Her smile wasn't wiped off the rest of the evening, she couldn't stop it. She kept meeting Remus' eyes, grinning so widely that her cheeks hurt.

~~~

One night, when Gryffindor tower was still and quiet, Remus sat in the common room on the sofa, staring into the fire. "Remus?" He heard his name called in a whisper. "You down here?"

"Y/N?" He called back quietly. "Yeah, I'm down here."

Y/N stepped into the firelight, skin glowing softly under the light of the orange flame. "What're you doing up?"

"I told you, I'm a night owl," Remus said with a shrug. "What're you doing down here?"

"I couldn't sleep. It's freezing up in the dorm for some reason. It's hard to sleep when you've spent an hour shivering violently." She sat beside him, staring into the dancing flames. "I drew a fire the other day." Her words were somewhat quiet and distracted.

"That's... nice."

"Not really. I drew a house on fire. As it turns out, my imagination can be bad. I have started trying to draw people, though. I think I'm getting better."

"That's great. Maybe you can draw me."

"Maybe. I don't think I'm quite that good."

"I'm sure you're a lot better than you think."

She leaned her head on his shoulder, and he could have sworn time stopped as his heart hammered against his ribcage. He smiled, leaning his head on hers, and enjoying the moment as she cuddled into him. "You're warm."

"I want to say thank you."

"Good. It was a compliment."

"Okay, good. Just wanted to clarify that."

She yawned a little, nuzzling into his neck, and hummed. "I might just fall asleep here."

"Go ahead."

"'Night, Remus." There was a soft snoring sound, and Remus smiled.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

~~~

A week or two later, on a rainy afternoon, Remus sat with the other Marauders in the common room. They were laughing loudly, obnoxiously, and he noticed that you were sat in the corner. You looked up for a second, meeting his eyes and giving him a small smile. He returned it, his attention dragged back to his friends as Sirius tugged harshly on his jumper.

"Moony, just tell her."

"I can't, Pads, it's not that easy."

"What's she drawing?" James asked.

"I don't know. She likes to draw whatever's on her mind," Remus said with a shrug.

"So why don't you go look?" Peter suggested.

Sirius nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly. Use that as a conversation starter. Or a pickup line."

"A pickup line? Really?" Remus questioned. "How would you even -"

"Are you art? Because I'd like to sign my name on you. Or, better yet: You must be a piece of art, because I'd like to nail you against a wall."

Remus rolled his eyes, standing up and walking away. "Hey," he began, reaching the table she'd been sat at.

She jumped a little, tugging her sketchbook towards her, holding it against her chest. "R-Remus, hi."

"What's gotten you so jumpy?" He asked amusedly.

"I'm not," Y/N excused, her arms tightening around the sketchbook.

"Were you drawing naughty things?" He teased.

"N-no. No, of course not. I was just..." She cleared her throat. "So, yeah."

Remus chuckled. "Let me see, then."

"No."

"Oh, come on, let me see." He made a grab for the book, and she drew back, pushing her chair back in the process. "Y/N?"

She pushed out of the chair, taking off across the common room. It wasn't so busy that there was no room. In fact, it was surprisingly empty. Only the two of them, the other Marauders, and a few others occupied the room. As she ran, everyone's attention turned to the two of them, watching the exchange as Remus chased her.

"Come on, Y/N! Let me see it, please!"

"No. Not, I won't let you."

"I asked nicely."

"And I sincerely say fuck off."

She ran into someone, stopping in her tracks, the book grabbed from her arms. She looked up, finding James stood there, holding the book above his head. She jumped up, trying to grab the book. James threw it over her head, and it landed in Peter's arms, and she moved to grab it from him. In his terror, Peter threw it, Sirius catching it and passing it to Remus, and moving so that Y/N couldn't grab it.

Remus looked down at the page, finding his own portrait so skilfully drawn down. He'd never liked his scars, but she made them beautiful somehow. Every line, every stroke of the pencil. "This... This is me."

He turned to look at Y/N in shock. She stared at the floor, her cheeks glowing red. "Yeah."

"This is beautiful. Why didn't you want me to see it?"

Her eyes didn't leave the ground as she spoke. "I thought you'd find out."

"Find out what?" He inquired, stepping closer to her.

"That she has a crush on you, duh!" Sirius exclaimed.

Y/N nodded her head ever so slightly, her cheeks going even redder. Remus stepped even closer to her, not that she noticed. His fingers found her chin, and he tilted her head upwards, his lips meeting hers. There was a sharp gasp heard, and he smiled, one hand resting on the back of her neck and the other cupping her cheek.

As they pulled away from one another, Remus placed a short kiss to her nose. A smile filled her face, and she met his eyes. "Hi."

"Hi."

"Hey," Sirius said with a grin, everyone turning to him with a similar face. "Sorry. Do continue."

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Taako Taaco. 114. Elf. Wizard; Specialization in transmutation and inventive magical applications.

Previous experience: Top of class at Tredore, Academy of Magics and Technology; recently graduated.

Criminal Record: Multiple counts of petty theft.

Davenport likes to think of himself as calm and composed. It’s hard to throw him off. He has to be in order to have gotten this far in his mission as fast as he has.

But when he turns around from shutting the door to see his interviewee with his feet kicked up on the table, twirling a wand through his fingers, he’s a little shocked. He’s been doing these interviews for two days now, and even the more relaxed and confident people have held a bit more sense for decorum.

It’s a bit rude.

It’s also a little interesting.

He sits at his desk, pulling the elf’s papers away from his boots (shiny, and though they look expensive he can see they’re worn down and well taken care of) and glances down. “Tell me, Taako Taaco, what makes you want to explore the planerverse?”

“Bored.”

If the feet on the desk threw him off for a second, that floors him entirely. “Bored?”

“I’ve got nothing else to do on this plane, why not, you know?”

“No burning desire to go further than any being has gone before?” That’s one of the normal responses, the well-planned out speeches he keeps getting in response to his opening question.

The elf crosses his feet, leaning back somehow further into the provided chair. Davenport worries for a second that he may fall as he continues on, “that’s cool too, I guess. But I figure, why wouldn’t you want the great Taaco name aboard your ship.”

Davenport picks up a pen from his table and makes a small note on the paperwork, “no offense, Mr. Taaco, but you’re rather cavalier about this interview that determines whether or not you’re accepted into a program that may redefine our understanding of the world.”

The elf shrugs and takes his feet off of Davenport’s desk, flashing him a smirk, “you’ve seen my sister’s paperwork, yeah? No way you’re not going to accept her, and we’re a package deal. Says it right there in bold at the top of my application, my man.” It does, in fact, say that at the top. Cursive words noting how he refuses to accept any position on the ship if his sister isn't there too. When reviewing who he was interviewing today, he saw similar words on Lup Taaco’s paperwork.

“You’re very confident in your sister’s abilities.” Davenport begins, pausing for a second as he notes the way the elf begins to tense up before continuing, “however, I wouldn’t sell yourself so short. You also graduated top of your class, and excelled in the art of transmutation multiple times. One of your letters of recommendation even noted how you made many spells easier to cast, somatically speaking.”

“What can I say, I’ll find any short cut I can.”

Davenport makes another note on his paper. “Now, I do need to ask about your record of petty theft.”

“Oh, natch.”

Lup Taaco. 114. Elf. Wizard; Specialization in evocation and applied magic regarding planar research.

Previous experience: Top of class at Tredore, Academy of Magics and Technology; recently graduated.

Criminal Record: Multiple counts of petty theft.

“Lup Taaco, it is nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Captain.” The woman in front of him smiles. The resemblance to her brother couldn’t be more clear, and though her demeanor is quite similar, she at least doesn’t have her feet on his desk.

Not that his desk is anything fancy, but the point stands. “I’m not technically the captain yet, you know.”

“Potato, potato.”

Davenport is fairly certain that’s not how that phrase is used. “You did research into the planes at Tredore, correct?”

“Quite a bit, yeah. I’m sure my brother told you?”

The slight tilt of her head and lit of her voice tells Davenport this is some sort of test, which is confusing and a bit disconcerting, considering he is the one conducting the interview. He checks a quick box on his papers. “He talked you up a bit, yes. But this is your own interview, and I wanted to discuss your own knowledge with you, personally.”

She smiles, a touch more warmth to it than her previous attitude. “Oh, of course. Did quite a bit of studying at Tredore. First real school we attended. Kinda boring at times, you know?”

“If you’re accepted into this program, it’s going to be four intense months of studying and teaching you the more complex workings of the ship. Plus the two months of actually being on the ship.”

“That’s the fun stuff. Not a third semester in a row of another language I already figured out most of years ago.”

“How many languages do you speak, Ms. Taaco?”

“Including common, five languages.”

“Impressive.” Davenport himself only speaks three. “Now, I would like to ask you about your criminal record, if you don’t mind?”

Her smile grew sharp as she laughs.

Honestly, he isn’t surprised. Her explanation is the same as her brothers. Grew up on the road, needed food and other items on occasion. Didn’t always run fast enough. Davenport can’t fault them, and certainly won’t hold it against them.

He glances down at her paperwork, about to ask another question about her education, when she speaks up. “I’ve got a question for you, Captain.”

“Oh?”

“The ship- we’re really going with the name ‘The Starblaster’?”

Davenport sighs. He knew this question was coming, but he was expecting it to come during a press conference from a reporter, not a potential shipmate. “Yes. To be fair, it was a communal name we put to a vote from everyone who worked on building the engine.”

Ms. Taaco smiles. “Dope.”

Barry J. Bluejeans. 37 years old. Human. Wizard; specialization in applied magic regarding bonds and planar research.

Previous experience: Current assistant professor at Duffman University of the Arcane, part-time employee at the Institute of Planer Research and Exploration.

Criminal Record: Previous altercations regarding necromancy; no crimes against the nature of life and death ever committed.

Mr. Bluejeans is an interesting man. By the look of him, you’d expect to see him fumbling his way through a PTA meeting for his two kids. Instead, Davenport is staring down the word ‘necromancy’ on his paperwork on an application regarding literal planar travel on a ship called 'the Starblaster.'

So far, the interview has been going well. He’d listened to the man explain his research into the arcane, and he’d understood planar travel as well as any of the current scientists and engineers at the Institute. He was called in often for conferences and meetings about the bond engine. He’d seen the man walking around on occasion. They’d never been in a meeting together before, but he’d seemed nice.

But he also had a history of necromancy.

Now, Davenport doesn’t like to judge people. However, being in an enclosed space with someone who needed to specify he had never technically committed “crimes against the nature of humanity” isn’t the most comforting.

But, he was a smart man. Easy to get along with, too. So far. Necromancy notwithstanding.

Best to get it over with, “so, Mr. Bluejeans. I do need to ask about your criminal record-”

“Oh! Yeah, I never killed anyone. Or un- killed anyone. Uh, resurrected, I mean. Just did lots of studying into the application of necromancy and necromantic spells. Got in trouble because I toed the line of ‘research’ and ‘bringing my cat back to life,’ but got a stern talking to. Didn’t try it again, and don’t plan on needing to deal with those types of authorities again.”

Okay, normal enough answer, far as the situation applies-

“My current research into it has stayed purely theoretical, and it won’t interfere with the mission at all.”

So the man is still into necromancy.

Davenport glances down at the man’s file, thick with it’s attached papers Bluejeans has done on planar research. He’s not even stuck up about his level of education, and that’s extremely rare for the field.

Holding back a sigh, Davenport asks, “Can you explain the paper you wrote on the outer planes interactions with the inner planes for me?”

It was a really good paper.

But the man is still into necromancy.

Lucretia. 20. Human. Chronicler; Specialization in journalism.

Previous experience: Due to multiple NDA, she is unable to give us the exact number and titles of books she has written, but she sent letters of recommendation from Duke Rensburg, Lady Norabelle, and Warren of the Seatree Clan.

Criminal Record: Acquisition and attempted use of a false ID.

“So, Ms. Lucretia, I understand you cannot provide us with most examples of your works, but from what you have provided, you seem to be very, very good.”

“I like to think so, yes.” The young woman in front of him seems polite. She’s quiet; he saw her waiting outside with a few others before her interview, and while most of them were engaged in some awkward small talk, she sat away from them. Likely partially due to her age- she is much younger than the people outside- but she also simply seems quiet.

Which wouldn’t be the worst quality in someone you would be sharing a small, enclosed space with for an extended period of time. But, if she couldn’t bond with the others sufficiently, the bond engine won’t work.

(Hell, the bond engine was already finicky, they figured out the tech only a month ago, and they only have four months to bond an entire crew to pilot it and-)

“Can you explain to me why you acquired a fake ID and tried to use it at a, uh,” Davenport glances down at the records in front of him, holding back a chuckle, “at the forbidden section of the Library of Runar?”

Lucretia looks uncomfortable for a second, and he’s sure if the lighting in the room were better he would be able to see her flush with embarrassment. She gives him a hesitant smile, “I can’t get into the explicit details, but I was working on a book for an older client whose memory was becoming patchy, and I wanted to confirm some details before I put their name to it. They wouldn’t allow me into the section without the proper documents, but my client refused to agree that I should double check his work, even though I was almost certain he was wrong, so I simply… found a way to get past their guard. I wasn’t going to steal anything and I was going to use the proper equipment to read through the documents.”

Davenport smiles, “pursuit of knowledge and truth is important to you, then?”

“I don’t think spreading lies, especially in that context, is very honorable, no.” Her hands are folded in her lap now, and she seems a bit more relaxed.

Considering the others he is planning on accepting, he may be wrong about her getting along with them. Anyone willing to break the law just to prove an old man wrong would at least get along with him. Davenport refuses to have any pushovers aboard his ship.

Magnus Burnsides. 19. Fighter; Specialization in protection fighting and mechanical engineering.

Previous experience: Current bouncer at Apex Club. Currently enrolled in Gallier’s Fighter Academy and College.

Criminal Record: One count of assault and battery, appealed for defense of another person present. One count of indecent exposure and public intoxication.

Davenport will be the first to admit it can be tricky to follow human aging patterns, but he knows he’s not mistaken in thinking the man in front of him is barely out of “child” territory. Nineteen is a very, very small amount of time to be alive. Also, a very, very small amount of time to learn important things, like how to run what is basically a ship right out of a science fiction novel- complete with breakthrough technology.

Despite this, it’s hard to not find the young man in front of him to be endearing, and mostly knowledgeable in the things they need him to be.

“Magnus. You’re very young, one of the youngest applicants we have. What makes you think you’re qualified as the head of security of the ship?”

The young man in front of him- Gods, he really is young- grins and lifts his arms to flex, a show of pride and ego almost unbefitting of an interview setting, “Have you seen my muscles? I’m very strong, and a very good fighter.”

Many of today’s interviews have been quite different than he was expecting.

“I was referring more to job experience.”

“Oh!” Magnus shifts in his seat, fingers drumming against the table as he thinks. “I worked as a bouncer for a club while I was in college and did, if I must toot my own horn, a very good job. You should have a letter of recommendation from the owner-” He leans forwards, reaching a hand out as if to look through his own files to show him the letter.

“Yes, I did read through it. She was very thorough in stating how eager you were to help.” Davenport glances down at the papers in front of him, holding back a sigh. It truly was a glowing review of this young man. While his grades from the aforementioned college weren’t the highest, especially in classes one might consider important for an institute of planar research, the two letter of recommendations he submitted from teachers of his explained how Burnsides was very persistent when he wanted to learn something he didn’t know. He also had taken quite a few classes regarding vehicles- not enough to claim the young man was an expert but enough to provide a solid basis to show him how things worked and could be repaired on the ship.

The kid’s attitude was something of a breath of fresh air in this place. However, there was one glaring concern.

“I was also a bit concerned about the criminal record we have on file for you. Assault and battery as well as the indecent exposure and public-”

“In my defense for the second one, I was drunk with some friends and maybe thought it’d be funny to streak in the lake. Who hasn’t been to a party that gets a little out of hand.” He holds his hands out as if to say “am I right?”

Off the record, Davenport is inclined to agree that he was right. On the record, he is choosing to ignore it. “And the assault and battery? The file says it was in defense of a young person.”

Burnsides grins, “that’s how I got hired as the bouncer!”

He waits a moment, expecting Magnus to continue. When it seems the young man is assuming that is enough explanation, he prompts, “by beating up a man outside the club?”

“Yeah! He was harassing someone outside, and I was walking home and passed by. I told him to step off, and he didn’t. So I decked him, and he was out right away.”

It lined up with the records he had, and honestly, seeing someone so ready to step up to the defense of a stranger was a good quality. Better than some of the older applicants who were much more… formal in their training. He wonders briefly how Burnsides would react to an altercation against someone with magic.

Glancing down at his records, he guesses he would run headfirst without thinking.

Stifling a small grin, Davenport continues, “Now, tell me. Assume we’re up in space, and something goes wrong with the bond engine. What would your course of action be, Mr. Burnsides?”

Merle Hitower Highchurch. 214. Cleric; Specialization in botany, religion, and medical treatment.

Previous experience: Current botanist at the Institute of Planar Research and Exploration. Professor of botany at Narvick’s University for four years.

Criminal Record: Multiple counts of loitering.

The door is pushed all the way open before Davenport can even call out the next person.

A short dwarf slides into the room with a wide grin, “hey Dav!” A mug of tea is pressed into his hands.

“Hello, Merle. You do know this needs to be at least a little formal, yes?”

“Formal schmormal. Ask me your silly questions already, bud.” Merle Highchurch, resident botanist at the Institute of Planar Research and Exploration, plops right down in the seat he’d taken to commandeering once a week, for the past three weeks.

Davenport had seen him around before, but a botanist in an institute designed for exploring other planes that had little capabilities to actually go to those places yet was rarely busy, and even more rarely called upon. He still barely knew the guy, but after the day they’d gotten stuck in the elevator for ten minutes when it broke down, the dwarf had come to his office for tea each Wednesday.

It was a bit strange, but the tea was good.

“Tell me about your work experience.”

Merle laughs heartily, “they barely have me do anything around here, ‘cept tend to the couple of plants they’ve grabbed from the ground plane.”

“It’s the Elemental Plane of Earth, and don’t sell yourself short, Merle. This is basically a job interview, you know.”

Merle slurps loudly at his own mug, “aren’t you planning on nepotism hiring me, because we’re buds?”

“That isn’t even what that word means, Merle.”

“Isn’t it?”

Davenport stares into the tea, “is this made from the Earth plant?”

“Maybe?”

Davenport. 276. Captain and navigator; Specialization in mechanical engineering and arcane components combined with contemporary technology.

Previous Experience: Crewmate on the Lady Blue for twenty years. Graduated from Grensville University. Current staff at the Institute of Planar Research and Exploration.

Criminal Record: Unlawful resistance of orders from captain, raising of commotion on board ship while employed.

Davenport handed the six files over to Selune, “These are them.”

The halfling woman flips through them, eyebrows raising higher with each one she sees. “You’re sure you grabbed the right ones? A few of these I understand, but you do know we had the Issaiah Broler apply.”

He folds his hand in front of him, nodding. “I also know that during the interview he made me want to pour my tea on his lap. There’s no chance of getting the bond engine going with him. These are the six I picked. They’re all qualified- and the ones that are less educated in the specifics in the field I’m sure will pick up on the important information quickly. The Taaco twins already will give the bond engine a huge boost. Ms. Lucretia will ensure we have everything chronicled, something I’m sure you can appreciate, Selune. Mr. Bluejeans previous work shows he will thrive given the opportunities awaiting us. Mr. Highchurch is an educated man, and I trust him to keep the crew healthy and provide ample information on anything botany related we encounter, and I’m certain Mr. Burnsides will provide ample help in any task we show him how to do.” He sighs, glancing out the window of her office. There were a few people lingering outside in the courtyard of the Institute. “We have been given a tremendous opportunity to explore beyond what we can imagine, Selune. The last thing I want is to be bogged down by people stuck in their ways, who have been working in this field long enough to have their preconceived notions about what to expect and who will react badly when they’re proven wrong. I trust my own judgement in picking a crew, and I hope you trust my abilities to get these people ready to set sail in four months.”

What he doesn’t say is that he doesn’t want a bunch of stuffy jackasses on his ship. He’s not even sure picking all the over-qualified people would pass through the higher-ups' inspection of the crew. The people he picked were qualified enough to get a quick sign-off, but not too much. Anyone “overqualified” would probably get rejected. The ship had been built in basically six months. It’d get them off the ground, sure. It wasn’t going to explode on them once they got up there, but it wasn’t safe. There was a reason Davenport was the captain at all.

The six candidates in those files didn’t have a name for themselves as “important” to any stuffy scientific group or noble family. These people he picked were just that- people. A group of people who he believed deserved this opportunity. If anyone was getting the chance to make a name for themselves- to have the chance to redefine everything they know about the planar systems, he wanted to make sure they deserved the chance. A dangerous chance, sure. But what was science if not a little risky.

She sighs, opening the file on top. Her hand reaches for her pen, “Davenport, I got the final say on the name of the ship, I suppose the least I can do is give you final say on the crew.” She begins to write ‘approved’ at the top of the file, flipping through each one before giving him a pointed look. “But when I get angry calls about how you approved a bunch of nobodies and two people not even old enough to drink, I’m transferring them straight to your crystal.”

“And I will not be answering a single one.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to, Captain.”

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worminstuff · 3 years

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dreamsmp mcmh

dreamsmp members as teachers au: blrub edition!

mcmh = Minecraft middle and high school

no warnings:)

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I will also definitely take requests from now on with this teacher au! Weather it be reader x teacher bla bla or whichever teacher and whatever prompt you think of! Just plop em in my inbox and I’ll check em out! I may not get to all of them or even see them all but I’ll try!

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Mr.Wastaken - math

“The quadratic equation isn't useless, you just don't understand it. Here,” the students glared at the diss from their teacher. Dream turned his back to them as he attempted to draw another diagram on the board.

He took a quick glance behind him at all the kids, he was only met with empty stares.

“Oh come on- guys! Really?” he laughed slightly, a wheeze crawling up his throat. They looked angry at him. “You all look like kicked puppies.”

One of the boys in the back kicked his friend. “Jared!” said friend threw his pencil at him.

“Okay well obviously we seem to be done with math today..” Dream sighed and shook his head slightly as everyone watched the fiasco in the back. He’ll step in. In a minute.

“If you throw the pencil by holding it by one end not in the middle, it'll spin more.” he called to the boys in the back.

Mr.Blade - english

“Did anyone have any trouble or anything with the paired text writing last night?” his arms were folded on his chest, not in an angry or off putting way, his hands were just cold.

“Yeah actually I-” one student started,

“The rubric is the link under the one for the document template.” he prematurely answered, a soft grin gracing his features.

“How did you?..” the student tilted their head in confusion.

“You ask the same question every time.” Mr.Blade shrugged and everyone laughed softly.

Techno loved the little community that was his class, he's had them for about 3 months now so he's gotten to know them really well. This little bunch was incredibly creative and he really enjoys reading their assignments.

Mr.Blade sat down on the edge of his desk and slid his still cold hands into his pocket, scanning the small group of kids in front of him.

“Is anyone having any trouble?” He tried to seem nice as he asked because he didn't want to come off as pushy. There was a chorus of yes’ and techno grinned.

“Well as you all know, as Sun Tzu once said-”

Before he could finish his sentence he was cut off by a series of groans and sighs as everyone rolled their eyes.

Techno smiled to himself. He really did love his job.

Mr.Jacobs - history

“Amy!” Karl excitedly grinned and dapped up a small girl walking into his class, “Was that extra credit assignment i sent pretty easy or was it too hard? I can switch it up if you don't like it.”

Amy told him it was fairly easy and she would be done with it very soon.

“No rush ames!” he said as he craned his neck a bit to look at her as she sat in her chair.

He was just about to step into his classroom as the bell rang, but a certain hand tugged on his forearm.

“Hey!- oh hi nick.” Karl's smile grew. Sapnap smiled but shook his head softly, “I've got a class this period but I wanted to come say hi first.”

Karl giggled, “simp!” he whispered before turning to quickly walk into his class.

Everyone was excitedly sitting in their chairs, talking about due assignments and anything else they could think of.

“Good morning everyone! Hello, hello, hello i hope your other teachers have treated you well this morning and if they haven't then that's okay cause you're here now.” he pointed finger guns at the bunch of them and then grabbed the remote to turn on the smart board.

Mr.Quack/Mr.Q - Spanish

“Hola mi niños!” Quackity smiled widely at the bunch of kids sitting in front of him, there was a chorus of answers from the excited kids. Many of them were in the “wrong seats” as to sit with friends because today, today was kahoot day.

Every Friday was kahoot day where they always do some type of kahoot whether it be related to the lesson or not and everyone was always excited.

Especially kids who have PE before this class, the coach's competitiveness really sticks.

No one hypes these kids up more than Mr.Quack, which causes for the occasional noise complaint.

“Aye! Mr español! Keep it down here you spanish gremlins.” Mr.Dude pressed his head through the doorway scolding the class, the students erupted into a large fit of laughter only causing their volume to rise.

“You can’t put a volume warning on learning Sam! We're popping off!” Quackity yelled over the laughter of his students.

Mrs.Nihachu - art

“Oh my goodness! This is beautiful!” Mrs.Nihachu flashed a sweet smile to the student in front of her. She was handed a small doodle of a flower and she was already pinning it on the board beside her desk.

Her class was currently working on their test grade assignments, some making sculptures with cardboard or paper mache, some making clay creations, others painting. It was a big jumble of chaotic creativeness and nikki was enjoying it thoroughly.

Her class was often chaotic in this way, but during lunch time it was much calmer. There was a small group of students that would eat in her room to escape the crazy chaos of the lunchroom, and she enjoyed it as much as them.

She loved to listen in on the current drama and give advice where she could, they were her little buddies and she adored them.

Coach Sapnap & Coach Punz - PE

The sound of a whistle was no stranger to this classroom, or rather, this gymnasium. There was only one whistle, and two teachers. Both coaches made it ritual that whoever got there first would get it for the day.

Today, Coach Sapnap happened to get the whistle first.

“Okay kiddos-” coach Punz was cut off by the blaring sound of the whistle beside him.

“Airtight Kiddos!” Coach Sapnap clapped happily as all the students turned their attention towards the two Coaches. “It's kickball day,” he grinned deviously as the students cheered.

Both of them directed the class to one end of the gym to split them into teams.

“Okay so we’ll pick two team captains, and then they'll go back and forth picking their team and then once everyone's picked, the team captains can rock paper scissors to pick which one of us you want on your team.” Punz explained and everyone nodded.

sapnap picked one of the smaller girls in the class as one captain, and another kid standing near her as the other. Both of the kids picked through the class until it was separated into two groups.

“Okay! Ready?” they both nodded. “Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” the girl had picked rock, and the other kid picked scissors. Immediately the victor pointed to Punz with a small smile.

Punz’s arms shot up in the air “Aye! That's right! Gimme five!” he high fived her small hand.

sapnap smiled and shook his head, “no this works out perfect because i know you guys were hoping for me on your team, right?” sapnap joked to his team, one boy jokingly piped up,

“well..Coach punz is ideal but, you're okay too.” the whole class erupted into laughter until Sapnap blew his whistle ushering them to start the game already.

Mr.Notfound - engineering

“Mr.Notfound where are the extension cords for the soddering table?” George currently had his freshman period and they were working on a lightboard project. Today's task was soldering the leds to the correct wires and such on the back of the projects.

“Em..they should be there..are they just not? Or are they on top of it and you just didn't look?” he quirked a brow at the freshman.

“No, it's just not there..” they shrugged.

George nodded, “alright, do you want to go ask Mr.Wastaken if he's got a spare or would you rather me go instead?” George asked with a small smile. He was quite stonic before so he was afraid the kid thought he was mad at them. The freshman said they would and scurried off.

George decided he wanted to walk around the class and see how everyone was faring with their projects and if there was anything else they couldn't find.

He walked around all the desks and lab tables and stopped at a small group of friends all working separately but sitting together.

“How's it going over here?” He held a very small smile. The group replied positively and each showed their projects to which he praised. They were all really really cool already, and he couldn't wait to show Dream some of his favorites after they were turned in to be graded.

Mr.Fundy - biology

“Mr.Fundy, your coat is very...bright.” A student named Owen, was referring to his very colorful lab coat. He sounded as if he was trying to compliment him, but he really couldn’t just LIE to his teacher.

Fundy narrowed his eyes at Owen. Owens desk was directly in front of the lab table that was his desk, in the front of the room. Fundy was stood behind it.

Fundy placed his hands on the table and leaned forward, “are you making fun of me?”

“He SO is.” The girl next to Owen said with a grin.

“Hey! I wasn’t! It’s just very...different.” Owen defended.

Fundy pointed an accusing finger, “there’s that backhanded tone again!” He ended it with a giddy laugh.

The rest of the class joined in until, “alright alright! I get it! It’s not super pretty but! It’s a great Segway into today’s lab,”

The rest of the class groaned loudly, smiles showing through.

Fundy snorted a laugh and shook his head, pulling some beakers from the drawers in the table.

Electives:

Teacher Eret - sociology

“So she told you you weren’t invited? After all that?!” Eret was currently chit chatting with his very small third period clas that consisted of a small group of kids that happened to be friends.

“Right teacher eret! I was like, woah, that’s so honked up! So we all decided we’re not going.” A girl named Jane said.

“Well that’s very sweet of you, I would’ve done the same.” Eret patted the first girls head endearingly as he walked back to his desk to sit in his desk chair. The girls continued their small conversation, including teacher eret when they wanted input.

Eret was heavily fond of classes like this where they were all very close already and he found it easy to bond with them. It just happened that these girls did there work on time so they had plenty of time to chat with him and eachother.

His favorite thing was when they’d give him fashion advice, because he always took them up on it. It paid off too, he’s a very dashing dude because of it!

Mr. Dude - comp science

Sam was sat at his desk typing away as the class was doing a quiet activity. They were playing around with coding websites that are essentially games. The class was fairly small, so he’d grown quite a bond with his little dudes over the past couple months.

“How are all you guys other classes going?” He asked, turning his chair to face them.

“Mr.Notfound is honestly about to give me a headache.” One of the girls sat towards the window said, her friend beside her laughed and nodded.

Sam laughed softly, “how come?”

“His room is always a mess! I can never find the correct pieces for anything. You have to look where you wouldn’t think it would ever be and then that’s where it always is!”

A few other kids laughed and agreed as they had him aswell.

“Not to mention he gets grouchy sometimes when we ask him to much.” One boy poked in.

“He does? That’s not to nice. I’ll poke him about it.” Sam said to his kiddos with a soft smile, “how we feeling about a snack break?”

All the kids quickly agreed and he pulled a box out from under his desk with various snacks and drinks and placed it on the floor in the front of the room.

“Have at it!” He made his way back to his desk as there were various wrapper sounds and “thanks Mr.Dude”’s

Mr.Soot - drama

“Okay let me get this straight- you did the script assignment but you didn’t study the lines?” Mr.Soots eyes were narrowed.

“Well no i used the script to help but I didn’t memorize it.” The girl in front of him said, her name is gene.

“Hm. Alright, you can just read off it then I suppose, it better not render your performance though, geney!” He smiled as he nudged her towards the stage.

The students were doing this group project where they made their own story’s and scrips and they got to perform them for fun, not for a grade. They had a free day so they decided it would be fun to do it today, and Wilbur was the most exciting out of all of them.

He watched each one, giving copious amounts of praise and encouragement and he really enjoyed it. The bell rang faster than they’d all expected since they were having so much fun, and he waved them off as they went on to their next class.

Wilbur sighed to himself, a content smile on his face as he sat in the front row of the auditorium.

“What’s with the sigh?” A voice started him slightly as it broke the silence of the large room.

“Jesus phil, a bit of a warning, yeah?” He pressed a hand to his chest.

“Sorry, should’ve announced myself. My bad, mate.” Phil walked up the small steps of the stage and sat on the top few, facing wilbur.

“You looked awfully content, a good class?” Phil asked.

“Oh definitely. Love that bunch to bits. They’re so smart and they’ve got so much passion for theater but they’re so carefree and they have so much fun. I just love to be a part of it. Makes my job a whole lot more fun.” Wilbur spoke with a proud grin. It was true, he really did adore his students and he was beyond proud of them.

“I’m glad!” Phil stood, “keep up the good work, kid.” He clapped him on the shoulder as Wilbur nodded.

Mr.Schlatt - political science

“No you said it was before the time you had it, therefore your argument is invalid cause how can you claim you had it during that time if the entire argument is based around you not having it?”

Schlatt stared at the student in front of him. He was a tad speechless, which was impressive in itself.

They were talking about a stupid debate thing shlatt had made up, but he made it with a loophole, wondering if they’d actually catch it. He was very surprised one of the students actually did.

“You’re correct actually. Good job, ren.” His brows were raised as he tried to hide his proud grin. He didn’t want them to know how genuinely excited he was that they figured it out.

“That’s stupid.” Ren said, with a blank stare.

“Aye!-“ Schlatt was about to go off a tad when the door opened and Mr.Q stood in the doorway.

“Am I interrupting a yelling session?” He asked

“Yes.” Both Ren and Schlatt answered at the same time.

Mr.Halo - self defense

Mr.Halos class was one of the chilliest, like Erets and Sams, there wasn’t a whole lot of work getting done during class since they would just talk about various things and have snacks.

Today Bad taught them about various hotlines they may need to know about for different situations they’d find themselves in.

“Do they just make hotlines for everything these days Mr.Halo?” One kid asked.

“Well sometimes. Not for everything though, but definitely for a lot of things.” He responded.

He was currently sat cris cross on the rug in the front of his room, munching on a orange as the rest of the class was also having snacks.

He loved classes like this because these were times when his job didn’t feel like work, he loved that he was helping make sure these kids could be educated enough to protect themselves when he couldn’t. He worried about them, but he felt happy when he could see them safe and sound, and not hungry, like they were at the moment. He cherished these simple moments the most.

Even more than the times he’s watched them scrimmage some defense tactics and evidently fall on their butts in some instances.

Mr.Skeppy - money management

“Mr Skeppy, I'm bored.”

“Okay.” Skeppy replied as he stared at his computer screen, his head rested in his hand.

The student scowled slightly, others giggled to themselves.

“Mr.Skeppyyyy” the kid groaned, the kids around him laughing.

“Fine, if i put up a kahoot will you all leave me alone?” He smiled softly, sending the kid a side eye.

The class agreed loudly and he pulled up a kahoot about vines.

“Whoever gets first place gets 6 bucks.” Skeppy said with a grin as he leaned back in his chair.

“Isn’t that counter productive to the lesson we’re learning about waisting money on stupid things?” One girl said.

“Why six?!” Another student suddenly said, the rest of the class flowing into laughter.

Mr.H - hospitality

“Wait so your other teachers didn’t give you guys valentines?” Mr.H asked, his eyes wide as he stared at the kids in front of him.

They all shook their heads, “Mr.Jacobs and Mrs.Nihachu did. But that’s it.” One boy said as he shrugged.

“Mr.Wastaken didn’t even know it was valentines until we mentioned it, poor Mr.Notfound.” One girl said back, her eyes trailing of to the floor as she raised her brows.

Mr.H laughed loudly, he loved how his kiddos were so comfortable in his class to diss their own teachers.

“Well not here! Today you all have a valentine and that valentine is me.” He said as he placed little bags full of different candies on each of their desks. He put them together all by himself with little hand written letters. It was adorable.

They all excitedly opened the little presents and read the notes together, all of them giving Mr.H a hug.

It was a very adorable day in the H classroom.

Mr.Frost - horticulture

“Mr.Frost! Can we go outside for class today?” The students were filing in for class since the bell just rang.

“Sure! How about..how about we go bug hunting?” He replied.

The students all agreed very excitedly. Once the bell rang for the start of the period they began doing their begging of class rituals which included watering a bunch of different plants and taking care of the compost bin. Then once that was all done everyone got some jars and set out to go outside and see what they could find.

Everyone ran around trying to find different things and yelling out when they did find things.

“Mr.Frost! I found a caterpillar!” A boy named Lennon ran up to Ant.

“Really?! Show!” Ant watched happily as the boy showed his new caterpillar friend.

They discussed what type of caterpillar it may be before Lennon ran back off to his friends.

Ant loved classes like this where he got to be outside in the sun and watch all his students learn hands on in a super fun (and adorable) way. It was one of his all time favorite things.

Staff:

Mr.Minecraft - principal

“but it’s so annoying! Why can’t I just leave when I gotta go, why should I ask to take a piss!”

Phil stared at the boy in front of him, a blond one by the name of Tommy. This kid frequented his office way to often.

“I don’t know Mr.Innit but you’ve got to listen to your teachers, it'll get you out of my office and I think that’s something we both want.” Mr.Minecraft glared slightly.

“Oh come on! You don’t like hanging with me Mr.Minecraft?!” Tommy said with a grin.

“No, Tommy we’re not ‘hanging out’ you’re in trouble.”

“Well when you put it that way it seems bad-“ Phil cut tommy off,

“It is bad Tommy!” He scoffed, holding in a laugh.

Mrs.Puffy - councilor

Mrs.Puffy was a hugger, a very big hugger. So whenever kids came in crying over just anything, hugs were a must. Often students would visit when they only needed a hug! Sometimes that was her favorite thing.

“He said there was no-“ the small girl heaved for air a tad before continuing, “l-late credit, but but I didn’t have time and I- I need to get the grade and I just-“

“Hey, hey, it’s alright! Mr.Blade seems scary but I bet if he knew you were this stressed he would be very happy to help you out! He’s a very nice man.” Mrs puffy wad currently trying to calm this girl out of a the panic attack she was seemingly having.

“R-really?” She asked Mrs.Puffy

“Of course! I actually think he’s got a free period right now, would you like to talk to him now? I can have him come here so I’ll be here to and it’ll be easy peasey lemon squeezey!” Puffy said with a big smile.

The girls nodded softly with a sniffle and puffy brought her in for a hug.

She would always have the kids backs, no matter what. Even if that meant talking to the big scary Mr.Blade, who was more likely afraid of her really.

Teacher Callahan - substitute

“Callahan!” Mr.Wastaken yelled, he was laughing but he was getting slightly frustrated.

Callahan apparently didn’t have a class this period, so he went to Mr.Wastakens class as he usually does to annoy him.

Callahan has been taking the pens for the whiteboard dream was trying to use and passing it around to students to pass to each other . It was very funny.

Callahan didn’t always pick this class because of Dream, he also picked it because there was a fellow mute in this period. Her name was alise, and she used ASL alot, which made Callahan actually learn a bit so he could talk to her!

Dream actually thought it was really cute, so he tried to get Callahan to teach him some as well, so he could talk to alise the way she communicated. This backfired terribly after dream learned that thank you, and fuck you, we’re actually very similar signs. Callahan had taught him the latter. Alise never corrected him, she only made a silly face and huffed out a small laugh. Dream apologized a lot once he learned. Callahan thought it was hilarious though, so often him and alise sign said sign to dream just to tease him.

Another thing Callahan did often was stand behind dream, and mock him. Dream would walk farther from the board as he would go on and on talking with his hands and such. Callahan would make his way behind him and pretend to sit on the edge of his desk.

So every time dream would turn around wondering why all the kids were laughing at him, he would see a normal looking Callahan who would only shrug. This always made the kids laugh even more. No one would rat him out though, it was teacher Callahan!

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For the Holidays

Summary: In which Spencer does not want to go to his high school reunion, but you tagging along changes things. “You doubting my skills, Dr. Reid?”

WC: 2.1k

Tags/Warnings: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader, fake-dating trope, pining (so much pining), Morgan trying to be a good big bro (and wingman)

Spencer Reid does not hate Christmas.

“Reid, come on⎼”

“No.”

“Just listen to me.”

“I did, and it’s a stupid idea.”

No, really. Because hating Christmas would imply he didn’t care. Which he does.

Like when Garcia never fails to drag him into decorating the bullpen every year. Obnoxious Christmas music plays in the background as they bomb Hotch’s office, and it’s worth the smile on his face when he walks in the next morning.

It would mean hating Rossi and his extravagant dinner parties. And yeah, he always hosts but these are just as special if not more so. His mansion is decked in fairy lights and streamers, the food are traditional holiday recipes, and the whole place seems a little less massive.

And he doesn’t hate his breaks. He nearly spits out his coffee when Morgan grumbles about how he almost tripped and fell over from the ice. He has to scramble away as the older man bats at him.

Or when Prentiss drops off holiday-themed pastries? Mhm, just thinking of the ribbon-tied box makes him salivate.

Hating the Christmas card is completely out of the question. Henry and Michael make them every year for the entire team, and JJ makes an effort to shake them out carefully for. It has a boyish charm Spencer never had at their age, a mess of glitter and construction paper. He displays it on his desk anyway.

And you. It would mean hating all the various hot chocolate beverages you’ve made since December started.

Apparently, it’s serious business⎼the art of hot chocolate making. You’ve leaned against his desk, hands waving about as you try to articulate to him the relevance, going over anything and everything you can remember of its history and significance. Of course, he knows all of this already, but he likes you too much to stop you. He almost releases a loving sigh. Instead, he settles for nodding and grinning at you, and he doesn’t really get it but he loves it: the hot chocolate, your pensive expression as you await his critique, even though by now he’s sure you know he has no other comments except ‘delicious’.

He loves it all. He loves you⎼all of you guys. Obviously.

So, no. He does not hate Christmas.

But that doesn’t mean he loves it either.

Which is why, when Morgan leans against his desk, he greets him as normal, a smile forming on his lips as he sets his book down. There is no danger here, except Morgan’s guns. And the heinous green and red envelope between his fingers⎼

Where the hell did he get that.

Spencer’s blood froze. His collection of trauma was nothing compared to this.

Now here he is, packing away his things so he can go home to his warm, cozy apartment and order takeout like he does every year. He's not one for change. No need to break tradition.

But Morgan is acting like a child. Wait, no, even children are better behaved than this. Children at least give up faster.

“I’m telling you, it’s a good idea.”

“As a certified genius, I can say with all honesty, it is not.”

“I promise you it’ll be fine,” Morgan reassures him, voice soothing. The letter, colorful and bright and an eye sore, mocks Spencer. He wishes his reflexes were faster, so he can snatch the abhorrent cluster of sparkles and poorly printed holiday cartoons. And shred it.

Maybe if he glares hard enough, it’ll burst into flames.

“Morgan, my class hated me. The whole school hated me,” Spencer shoves another book into his satchel. It's harder than he means to, and he sends a silent apology to Stephen King; he usually handles his books with care. But not right now. Now, he's tired and exasperated and he just wants to curl up on his couch with The Doctor. "I'm sure I won't be missed."

"But you’re the life of the party!"

Spencer looks up.

Morgan winces, "Yeah, even I wouldn't believe me.” Spencer snorts, continuing to stuff his belongings into his satchel. Morgan’s relentless however. “But you deserve to show them up. You’ve got degrees⎼plural⎼and you're a hotshot FBI agent.”

“Are you not aware of the tragedy that is my high school social experience?”

“Oh, I'm very aware, and thank you for being vulnerable with me. But it's because I care that I’m telling you.”

Morgan’s hand falls heavy on his shoulder, making Spencer pause. He meets his gaze, the man’s expression solemn.

“You deserve to rub it in their faces until the only thing they can smell is your success.”

Morgan grins when that draws out a laugh from him.

Spencer huffs, “Shouldn't we be the bigger person here by not going?”

The older man grimaces, retracting his hand as if the idea offends him. “Fuck that. Be a show off! They deserve to be knocked down a peg after what they did to you in high school.”

Spencer bites his lip. Yes, he’s accomplished, and yeah, as Morgan said, he’s a ‘hot shot FBI agent’. But the memories surge in like a broken dam, cruel laughter and harsh words crashing into him as if he’s twelve years old again. He’s an adult now, so he doesn’t topple over from the impact like before, but the pain is a phantom limb, old and familiar, and leaves a pit in his stomach.

He was a child prodigy then. How would going back as he is now be any different?

Morgan's heart clenches when an unspoken pain flits across Spencer’s face, glossing over his eyes. He can't imagine how deep the emotional scars go, but he knows Spencer needs some form of closure from his past. So when he found the invite, he knew they had to seize the chance. If he wants to continue to move forward, Spencer has to learn to let go. And right now, this is his first class ticket. It’s why he’s pushing this so hard.

This is for Spencer.

But the doctor shakes his head, a strained smile tugging his lips. “Morgan, I had no friends. Even if I go, what am I supposed to do once I arrive? It'd be awkward enough as is.”

“True,” The older man contemplates, a light bulb going off as he snaps his fingers. “You know what you should do? Ask (Your Name) to go with you.”

“(Your Name)?” Spencer jolts, fumbling to catch his phone. Despite being a man of science, his eyes dart around, like you’re a demon summoned at the mention of your name. “Wha-what? Why?”

“They could act as your buffer. And you did say you wanted to be closer with them. This is the perfect opportunity,” Morgan shrugs. Like his suggestion is common sense, logical. Maybe it is.

But this is you they’re talking about. You would never. You’re too cool for a silly high school reunion.

At least, that’s what he’s convinced himself as Spencer’s face pinches. He catches his lip with his teeth. “Morgan, I appreciate the… thought, but I could never ask (Your Name).”

“Ask me what?”

… Oh no. You are a demon.

Spencer whirls around in time to see the glass door shut behind you. You stand there in all your poise and beauty, the fluorescent lights softening your expression. You're bundled up in a matching coat and scarf, the knitted beanie snug on your crown and clashing with your outfit (Garcia told you it’s not your Christmas present, but you’ve worn it everyday since). There’s sprinkles of snow all over you.

You’re not a demon, Spencer decides, even as you brush a clump off your shoulder, nose scrunched in annoyance. More like a snow angel.

You tilt your head curiously when Spencer doesn’t answer immediately. There’s a knowing look on his face as Morgan, realizing the poor guy probably won’t respond any time soon, steps up.

“(Your Name), I thought you went home already.”

You cross the bullpen. “I was. Garcia walked me down and I got to the courtyard. Then I realized she had me so distracted that I left my phone charger,” You rummage around your desk and without looking up, you reiterate, “So ask me what?”

Spencer blinks. “What?”

“You had something to ask me, right?”

Right. That. He runs his fingers through his hair awkwardly. “Actually, I don’t⎼oof.”

Morgan jabs his side, “Yes, there is something Reid needs to ask you.” He sends him a meaningful look.

“Shoot.” You nod to them before rifling through your desk drawers. Nope, not there. You card through files and office supplies, oblivious to the conversation Spencer and Morgan have with their eyes, shooting looks and mouthing at each other.

You bend over your desk as Morgan gestures, Ask them!

Spencer shakes his head vigorously, No!

Do it, or I'll do it for you, he mouths.

Spencer squints at him. You wouldn't.

Morgan smirks and Spencer's heart drops to his stomach. Before he can run, shout for help, literally anything, the man slings a buff arm around his shoulders, forcing Spencer to slightly bend down to his level, hugging him to his side.

He's trapped. Stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Fuck.

“Reid is going to his high school reunion,” Morgan starts, biting back a grin when the nerd squirms against him. Both men boys watch, one excited and the other petrified as you disappear behind your desk.

“That’s nice.”

"Yeah. But all his classmates are older than him and married…“

“Uh-huh…” You scan the dark floors, half-listening as Spencer frowns at the unnecessary detail. He never told Morgan such a thing. He didn’t even know, so how would Morgan-?

“So, can you guys pretend to be a couple or something?”

Thud.

“What!?”

Luckily, neither of you notice the other’s surprise as Spencer chokes on air at the same time you let out a pained hiss.

Morgan lets him pull away, withholding a snicker. “You good, (Your Name)?”

“I’m okay!” Your head pops up from under your desk as you rub the top of your head. You blink owlishly. “I’m sorry, did you just ask me to pretend to be your partner?”

“Yes! But Reid’s partner,” Morgan emphasizes, slapping the doctor’s back hard enough he nudges forward.

You stand and Spencer straightens up, trying not to fidget as your gaze burns into his. You’ve known each other for quite some time now, and while Spencer likes to think he knows you pretty well, it bothers him when your expression becomes unreadable. He knows it shouldn't but it does. He’s a profiler, yet your thoughts are completely obscured by a mask. It only makes him more nervous than he already is.

His skin feels hot when your eyes trail over him, and he prays his scarf is enough to cover the flush spreading from his neck.

He's about to disintegrate when you finally answer.

"Okay."

His brow shoots up and his heart flips. You move away from your desk as he sputters, "Really? Are⎼are you sure? I don’t want to put you out of your way.”

“I wouldn’t have agreed otherwise. Why?” You step closer, and he can’t breathe, not without it hitting your face. You stare him down the bridge of your nose, eyes narrowed. “You doubting my skills, Dr. Reid?”

“What? No, of course not!”

You raise an eyebrow expectantly. “Then it’s settled? We’ll pretend to be a couple for your reunion thing?"

A beat of silence. Spencer realizes you're waiting for his confirmation. But panic rises like bile in his throat and he hesitates.

Maybe he should back out now, retract the entire conversation and take the embarrassment like a man. Tell you he was never planning to attend the stupid reunion because his classmates were (and probably still are) assholes. Honesty is key to any relationship after all.

Especially between coworkers. Ahem.

A flicker of movement and Spencer glances over your shoulder. Morgan nods frantically at him, teeth flashing as he grins wider than before. He gives him two thumbs up.

Maybe, for once, he should pull a Morgan and just vibe it.

Yeah. Yeah!

Swallowing, he nods to you, giving you his signature white-person smile because he's sure if he speaks he might blurt out something completely inappropriate. Like statistics on workplace relationships (they’re great reading material, okay).

Your lips quirk up. "Cool. Text me the details when you get the chance.”

You brush past him before he manages a reply, your footsteps fading. Morgan waggles his eyebrows at Spencer. Spencer blankly stares after you.

“What just happened?”

“You just got a date to your reunion. A fake date, mind you, but you’re welcome nonetheless,” Morgan smirks at him. “So, you got a plan, Pretty Boy?”

His face falls, and the hearts in his eyes⎼shit, had they always been there?⎼chip slightly.

He does not have a plan.

Deleted scene:

“Did you do it?”

��It went all according to plan, Mama.”

AN: I fucked myself over and wrote 7k+ and still counting. Now it’s an unplanned holiday mini series. This kind of stems from Bonding as this uses Mysterious!Reader. Also, I seem to be into pining (fuck established relationships, suffer in silenceee). Whatever holiday you celebrate, I hope you still enjoy this one shot!!

One of the biggest disappointments of CM: Spencer doesn’t confront his high school bullies. I read several fics of him doing so, but a lot of them have the bullies be just as much of an asshole as they were to him in the past, but he deserves more closure.

This will be my take on it. It’ll be a lot of pining but I hope to focus on the his hardships in a less angsty, dramatic way.

Hope you enjoy it!! There will be at least 3 parts?

Also, spread the usage of the term ‘partner’, which can be used for same-sex and opposite-sex relationships.

#spencer reid x reader #matthew gray gubler x reader #mgg x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x oc #mgg fanfiction #mgg imagine #mgg fic #my writing #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x oc #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds

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A/N: If I had to give this part a title, I would title it “(Y/N) and their human friends” Also I lied. This part was too long so it might be another part (or two) before we get to the Bella Arc.

* “You know you would be pretty good looking without the glasses.” Lauren says twirling a strand of hair and ignoring the algebra worksheet in front of her.

* Yeah that’s kind of the whole point

* “Contacts kind of freak me out.”

* You’re expecting a snarky response but instead she nods.

* “It’s the whole sticking your finger in your eye thing right, I totally get that.” She’s watching you with such inquisitive eyes, it almost you uncomfortable.

* It’s been a few months since you started school, you’re almost at thanksgiving break. So far you feel like you’ve assimilated well, and you have a good balance between school and caring for your animals, but it’s situations like this that totally throw you off.

* “Hey (Y/N/N), what did you get for number 5?” Jessica asks, you’re thankful for the distraction.

* “I got X = 8” Jessica confirms she got that too, and moves onto the next one

* You three are in the worlds most unlikely group. You didn’t even know Lauren was in this class you usually just pair up with Jessica.

* “Hey, me and a some people from the volleyball team are going to Port Angeles, you should come with, we could give you a makeover.”

*You wonder what the other angle here is

* It didn’t take long for you to realise that somehow, even with the ugly-duckling routine, the Cullen’s were at the top of the social hierarchy.

* Part of their popularity was probably because they didn’t really seem to interact with anyone outside of their own social circle. Which just made them all the more desirable.

* “I don’t know Lauren, I would have to ask Esme if it’s okay.” Though you can already bet Rosalie isn’t going to like this.

* “Oh cool, just let me know!” Lauren smiles, it turns out the act of considering her invitation was enough to placate her.

* For once you’re actually glad Edward’s waiting for you outside of your class when the bell rings.

* “Edward read that girls mind.”

* “It’s always straight to business isn’t it. No, ‘hi Edward how’s it going?’ Or ‘How was your class, how has your morning been treating you?’ It wouldn’t hurt you to make some small talk” You give him a look, and he returns it with an expectant expression. You sigh.

* “Hi, Edward how was your class?” You plaster on a smile, and he returns with a smile of his own.

* “It was fine. A little repetitive, we’re reading “to kill a mocking bird” in English.” You nod, offering a consoling pat on the shoulder

* “That sounds super boring,” the books great and all, but you’re guessing he’s already read it like 30 times by now. “Hey Edward,”

* “Yes (Y/N),” He nods, hiding his grin behind his hand.

* “Would you mind doing me a favor?”

* “Of course, anything for you.” He grins openly now.

* “Would you mind telling me what that girl Lauren Mallory is thinking so I can know why she invited me,” and not Jessica her good friend. “to hang out?”

* Edward loses his smile.

* “The varsity members on the volleyball team suggested it, they think it’s a shame they couldn’t have got you on the team since you just moved here.”

* Unexpected but not the worst. You’ve really been half assing it in PE so you’re surprised they even want you.

* “Lauren-she thinks you could be-“ a lopsided smirk twitches onto his face. “in her words- ‘two super good looking best friends’ “

*oh. So she just wants a pretty b*tch squad?

* “Maybe I’ll go with them then” you were scared they were going to force you to show them the Cullen’s house and introduce you to everyone, or leave you stranded in port A as some kind of prank or something.

* Edward stops you

*“you can’t be serious” he has his eyebrows scrunched together

* “Why not?” Nothing more natural to fitting in then hanging out with your classmates. Unless- “if you’re worried about any accidents don’t, I know they all look healthy but they eat a lot of carbs. Way too starchy for my palette.”

* “It’s not that-“ he gets that brooding-existence is suffering look. “You shouldn’t trust humans too much, they’ll let you down.”

* Well what’s that supposed to mean, but before you can ask he’s already walking to his class.

* Well whatever, at least Emmett will tell you a good joke to take your mind off of Mr. Eternal Damnations ominous words.

* Too bad when you get inside he’s not here, instead Mike Newton perks up when you walk into the room.

* “Hey Eleazar, how’s it going?” You still have a hard time adjusting to use Eleazar’s name as your own. Apparently they came from a time when last names were only for nobles, so he offered you his first name instead.

* “Hey Newton, any plans for this weekend?” You take Edward’s advice and start with small talk. Mike Newton smiles, you guess he’s kinda cute, all soft cheeks and baby blue eyes

* “No I’m completely free!” Weird how he’s so enthusiastic about being alone, he must be one of those “relish time alone” types. Good for him.

* “Everyone needs some time alone sometimes.” He deflates, oh man you guess that’s the wrong thing to say.

* He looks like he wants to say something to you, but then Emmett sits beside you.

* “Can I have a swig from your water bottle?” You hand it over

* “Making out with Rosalie make you thirsty?” Emmett cracks a grin

* “It’s that whole bookworm-soccer mom get up, it gets to me yknow?” That’s actually pretty funny

* “So what she’s the Velma to your Freddy?” When the reference doesn’t sink in you rephrase “the nerd to your jock.” He grins again.

* “I think I might join the swim team just so I can see her wear my letterman” that’s actually pretty cute

* “You should do that, I’ll cheer you on at your swim meets” Emmett grins.

*”I’ll hold you to that”

* School life goes on like it always has.

* Weeks pass, marked by tests, homework assignments and projects.

* You actually kind of become friends with Angela, Lauren, Jessica, Connor and Mike.

* “So like, are you and Cullen close?” Mike asks. You and the group are over at Tyler’s house using his fire pit to roast marshmallows. The others are invested in another conversation but you can tell by Lauren’s subtle head tilt that she’s eavesdropping.

* “Which one?” Mike gets flustered at that

* “The one in our grade.”

* “Hmm, well I’d say Alice and I are kinda close, but-“

* “N-no not her,” he clears his throat. “The other one-Edward”

* “Oh, Edward’s my best friend.” The answer slips out automatically.

* “I-Is that why you’re staying with the Cullen’s?” Jessica asks. Everyone’s blatantly listening now, the only one who seems uncomfortable is Angela.

* You sigh. You know everyone at school is probably wondering about the weird relationship. Jessica’s just the only one brave enough to ask you.

* “I mean, it might be.” You’re sure, Edward’s friendship with you is the reason everyone was so quick to accept the living arrangement. “But I actually met Car-I mean Dr. Cullen before I met the others.”

* “How does that work?” It’s Connor who pipes in this time.

* “Well-“ you sigh you really don’t want to do this but at least your sob story will make you seem less suspicious. “So Eleazer and Carmen, they’re my parents, but they’re not my birth parents.”

* You tell them how your parents passed away in an accident many years ago, and how Carlisle had been your Doctor at the time while you recovered. He worked with you for a long time, and you’re pretty sure he wanted to adopt you, but the agency liked Carmen and Eleazer better, probably because Carlisle already had so many adopted kids.

* “Still, Carlisle stayed in my life as my doctor and a family friend. Then I met Edward and the rest of the Cullen’s and... the rest is history...I guess.” You’ve found it’s best to mix a little bit of truth into the lie, though really all of that was mostly what happened.

* Everyone looks testy eyed, Angela is holding back tears, and Lauren hastily wipes her away so no one can see. You wonder if maybe your powers leaked out a bit while you were telling your story.

* “Dude... you’re so strong.” Tyler claps a hand on your shoulder and pulls you into a hug.

* “Ah, it all happened a long time ago, I’m mostly over it now” You tell them all about your Coven in Denali, and how you have two families now, how you don’t regret anything. Well, the only thing you regret, is not staying human, but you can’t mention that so you fake a smile instead.

* Connor breaks out a bottle of vodka he stole from his mom, and pours a shot for everyone

* “To (Y/N)” everyone raises their glass, and not for the first time you feel the urge to cry but no tears escape you.

* You’re a lot closer to everyone after that. You even start sitting at their lunch table every so often.

* In fact the others follow your lead and assimilate with their classmates with ease. Rosalie joins the school book club, and very loudly debates Jane Austen’s to whoever will listen.

* Emmett follows through and joins the swim team. Jasper starts hanging out with some wood shop kids, you’ve caught him arguing about the superior wood in between classes with his new friends. Even Alice joins the art club.

* You try out for the dance/cheer team, it’s the only thing you don’t have to hold back in. Also you’re a great base, you could hold everyone on the team up single handedly during stunts. But you won’t know if you made it until summer vacation

* Everyone seems to be assimilating well, everyone except for Edward

* “You can’t expect me to trust these people (Y/N), not when I know everything they’re really thinking.” You roll your eyes

* “I’m not saying you have to be their best friend Eddie, I’m just saying it looks super suspicious that all the Cullen’s only hang out with each other and refuse to get to know anyone else.” You shove a text book into his chest, and he scoffs

* “It wouldn’t hurt to make some small talk.”

* And so Edward joins your group of human friends, much to the joy of your female companions and dismay of your male ones.

* Life is still strange. But it’s good.

* When you’re surrounded by your new friends, it makes you feel - almost like you’re human again

* And then everything falls apart.

* It’s almost summer vacation. You’re excited, maybe you can go to the beach again soon, and you wonder if it will be alright to take a trip to Denali to see your Coven. You’re pretty confident you made the spirit squad so you’ll have to pencil in camp somewhere. You held back, but just enough by your own parameters to make the bottom end of Varsity.

* You’re at your locker, when Rosalie, and Edward show up. Quickly followed by Emmett, Jasper and Alice.

* “Oh hey guys, you wanna go on a hike tomorrow it’s supposed-“

* “You have to leave.” You’re surprised when it’s Emmett that says this. Kind, jovial Emmett holds a grave expression.

* “What, why-“ for a second you wonder if the Volturi has finally come to get you. It’s been at least seven years since your transformation, it’s about time they started thinking about you.

* But then you notice everyone staring, the quiet buzz of phones vibrating only detected by your super hearing. People are always staring, especially when you’re all together. but this time you notice they’re not staring at the six super models gathered in front of the lockers.

* They’re staring at you.

* “There’s a video of you going around,” Jasper says, and Rosalie placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “I think it’s better if you see for yourself.”

* He hands you his blackberry, and the grainy image of you come into focus.

* It’s a YouTube video

* You’re in the locker room, your (Your Color Skin) in full view under the fluorescent lights. You’re wearing your underwear, and your abs are on full display. You’re Grey PE uniform shirt is limp in your hands, you remember this, you got extra laps as a penalty and as a result, you were running late for class, you were alone in the locker room

*well you thought you were alone.

* Your body is literally perfect, the way you’ve always dreamed, but you feel white hot shame rise in your throat like acid.

* Your hands shake as you scroll down to see the comments

* ‘Damn who knew they had a body like that under those dorky sweaters’

* ‘(Y/N) Eleazar: Best body Forks HS 10/10 would f*ck’

* ‘Hot body, if only they ditched the glasses, and started wearing some tighter shirts’

* And the comments go on, there’s at least a hundred. You hold your cardigan a little closer to your body. You don’t have the courage to turn around. You can already imagine them staring at you, picturing what they saw in the video transposed onto your body

* “I’m sorry, I didn’t see this coming until it was already happening-“ Alice touches your shoulder and continues her apology but you don’t hear anything.

* You want to cry, you want to be angry. But all you feel is shame. And the worst part is, you didn’t even do anything wrong. So why do you feel so ashamed?

* “Hey, look at me.” Edward grabs your face in his hands, your amber eyes meet his.

*”Snap out of it.”

* Oh, your powers are leaking through.

*Your gaze turns to your foster family, all of whom sport equally uncomfortable expressions.

* You take a deep breath, and imagine reeling in your emotions, imagining them receding back into a locked box, just like Eleazer taught you.

* You need a calm mind right now.

* “Are you fine now?” Edward asks, his hands still on your face. You nod, resting your hand on top of his

* “I’m good.”

* “Good, because we have to get you out of here.” He’s moved his hand to your arm, about to tug you back home when you pull back and shake your head.

* “We can’t do that.”

* “What do you mean?” Rosalie hisses, her hand curls around your wrist “we have to leave NOW.”

* “No think about it, they’re right.” Jasper says, his eyes meeting yours. At least someone’s on the same oage

* “Think about it Rose, if I leave now with all of you it’s going to look weird.” Normal 15-17 year olds wouldn’t think to handle the situation on their own, especially not entitled rich kids like the Cullen’s.

*She seems to have gotten it because her hand retreats to her side.

* “Well what should we do then, I’m not letting you walk around here with everyone-“ she cuts herself off, a deep frown creasing onto her face as her teeth dig into her bottoms lip.

* “We need to call Carlisle or Esme, they’ll pretend they saw the video from someone else and file a complaint with the school.” You take a deep breath, and imagine the locked box in your mind. Your emotions held carefully within.

* “Until then we all need to pretend like it’s not a big deal.”

* “No way in hell am I doing that!” Emmett growls. “I’m going to rip that fucking peeping Tom piece by piece.”

* “Not all of us need to pretend,” Alice says, her gaze somewhere far away, flicking between futures. “Only Edward, Rosalie and I do.” Her gaze lands on you.

* “You need to go to your class like normal,” a hint of a smile curls onto her mouth. “Everything’s going to work out fine.” Edward’s focusing on Alice, reliving her vision.

* “Do you think you can manage being alone?” Edward asks, you don’t have the next class with any of the Cullen’s. You’ll be on your own.

* You catch Jasper and Alice whispering to each other, but pay it no mind. Flirting even in the middle of your entire world crumbling down.

* You take a deep breath, picturing the locked box over and over, making it a visual mantra.

* “I can get through a period.” Everyone disperses, and Jasper walks you to your next class. Edward wanted to, but Jasper insisted.

*”You’re always hogging them, give someone else a few minutes Edward.”

* You’re almost near your class when Jasper talks to you.

* “Hey, I don’t know if I should tell you this”

*You wonder if he’s going to offer to beat up the person who took the video, or if he’s going to offer you a comforting word.

* “Alice told me you’re going to raise some hell on a misogynist in there” he gives you a wicked grin, his incisors sparkling.

* How is it that every vampire seems to say what you least expect to hear and yet, it’s exactly what you need in the moment.

* He holds out his fist, and you bump it with your own. A grin curling onto your face.

* “Hell yeah I am.”

* You take your usual seat in Spanish like normal. You sit in the front row in this class, diagonally from Jessica. Mike and Angela sit somewhere in the back.

* You just need to focus and keep your emotions in check for 45 minutes. You visualize the box, calming yourself separating the mind and body.

* How did the saying go... a calm soul resides in a calm body?

* “-Zar, Miss. Eleazar!” Your eyes pop up to the teacher, the locked box falling out of grasp.

* “Yes, sorry?” The teacher sighs, you look to the white board to see you’re going over the answers to the worksheet. You’re about to provide the answer for the number you’re on when the teacher cuts you off.

* “I know you might be focused on body building, but in my class you need to focus on the material.” There’s a scattered laugh that fills the room, but your blood runs cold

* “Excuse me?”

* And that’s when your teacher knew he fucked up. He stutters over himself, the sentences overlapping

* “-really you should take it as a compliment-“

* “Oh you think I should take it as a compliment that someone recorded me without my consent while I was changing?”

* The rooms pin drop silent. Your teacher is sweating.

* “Hold on now- I think you’re being a little dramatic don’t you think” A smirk curls onto his lips. “You were in your underwear, it was really no different than wearing a swimsuit” he’s got this smug smile, like he’s right.

*Honestly you were ready to put everything behind you and move on if he just apologized. It’s gross that a teacher is watching videos of a student changing, but what would you have done in his situation if a co-worker showed you.

* “It’s all about perspective, a positive per-“

* But not anymore, you’re not in a forgiving mood, especially not for an idiot like this.

* “No it’s all about consent.” All the anger and despair you’ve been holding back comes flooding out. “When someone wears a swimsuit they��re consenting to show skin and be seen, but I wasn’t contesting to being seen when I was changing in the privacy of the locker room.” You don’t stop for air, your voice trembling

* “And another thing, I wonder how the school administration will feel knowing the same faculty that’s supposed to make students feel safe and enrich their lives is watching creepy videos-“ you stop when you meet your teachers eyes, tears streaming down his face.

* Oh f*ck

* You look to your right, finding your classmates in a similar state, holding back tears.

*So this is what happens to humans when they come in contact with your power.

* You try to visualize the box, but it’s too far now. And all the crying people around you don’t help.

*You need to get out of here.

* “Pathetic, not even an apology for your gas lighting.” She shake your head as confidently as you can, grabbing your bag with trembling hands.

* You walk quickly, maybe there’s a mountain you can climb and wait it out on. You’ll text Carlisle and let him now what happened. It shouldn’t be too-

*” Hey wait!”

* You’re already in the hallway when someone call out to you. You turn, expecting it to be Angela or Mike. Never in a million years would you expect her to be standing there in the middle of the hall, her hand hastily wiping away a stray tear.

* “Mr. Peterson’s a f*cking jerk.” Jessica sniffles, walking quickly to catch up with you. You don’t miss the fact that her bags not slung across her back.

* She must have left a minute after you did. You haven’t thought about her as a friend. Not a real one at least. She’s kind of like hot sauce, it’s fun when it’s around, but if it’s not then that’s not a big deal.

* So to see her here, the first to follow you out, rambling about wether you want to get frozen yogurt or pizza, it warms your unbeating heart.

* “Hey Jessica?” She stops mid-sentence, her eyes swinging up to you.

* You haven’t been fair to her. But you’re going to change that.

* “Thanks for being my friend.” And she smiles at you, her arms wrapped around her tight. It’s not the fake ones you see often the ones she throws to Lauren when she’s asking for Jessica’s opinion on an outfit, or when Connor tries to copy her homework’s. it’s a genuine smile.

* Before she can open her mouth, you hear two more shouts from the hallway.

*Angela and Mike are jogging down the hallway to catch up with you. The latter carrying a bright pink backpack in his hand.

* “Geez Jess, the least you could do is take your bag before you go bolting out of there” Mike’s panting as he holds out her bag. You don’t miss the blush ghosting her face.

*Looks like she still has a crush on him.

* “Hey, are you okay?” Angela asks, and you wish you could cry as you nod.

* “Is it weird that I’m kind of happy right now?” And the three of them smile, before wrapping you into a group hug.

*They all smell terrible. Jessica smells like boiled broccoli, Mike is like the overwhelming stench of fat mixed with sugar, and Angela.. Angela’s probably the worst. She’s sickeningly sweet mixed with a healthy dose of starch.

*it’s disgusting. You have a hard time believing any of the Cullen’s would lose their minds when they’re this close to any of them.

*still, even with the repulsive stench, it’s nice. You haven’t felt the body gets of another human in a long time, or heard the quiet thump of their beating heart. Even the odor is nice, it reminds you that they’re human.

*And for a second it’s easier to pretend you’re human too, just like them.

* “Dude why are you so cold?” Jessica groans, breaking the moment. She taps your arm but doesn’t pull away.

* “While we’re asking questions, Mike how much axe do you use?” Angela’s eyes are watering as you both laugh.

* “Like you’re one to talk, I can smell your strawberry shampoo two hallways over!”

* You watch the three of them untangle and start walking to the back exit from the gym.

* “So where do we go now? We can’t stay here.” Angela says

* “I was thinking maybe a coffee shop, if we take out books we might pass for having a free period” Jessica pipes in

* “Oh, how about the Arcade? A buddy of mine works there since he’s already on break from college, I don’t think he’ll minds us hanging out there.”

* So this is what Alice meant when she said everything was going to be okay.

*Your Human Friends were going to save you

*You haven’t forgotten Edward’s warning, someone did break your trust and let you down.

* But that’s what it means to build friendships, you open yourself to being hurt, and so do they.

* “Hey (Y/N/N), what do you think?” Mike asks, and they all turn around to notice you’re not walking with them.

*You try not to smile to wide. You don’t want to scare them off now.

* “I think there’s something fun about an arcade during the day, no lines.” You say, walking a little bit faster to catch up with your friends.

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