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nightplvmes · 2 days ago

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birthday girl (zayne ver)

zayne one shot (love and deepspace) parties weren't your favorite thing. that's why, when Zayne told you you both could go, you never imagined that meant making what you wanted most for that day come true

⋆｡° | pairing : zayne x fem!reader • second person pov ⋆｡° | word count : 2.4k (2490) ⋆｡° | to see other versions of this special with other LI, see the tag here ⋆｡° | autor note : as you all can see, this is a special for the reader's birthday. you can save this and read it closer to your birthday. my plan is to do one shots of all the LIs, but someone requested this version first :) likes and reblogs are appreciated!! :) ★ masterlist here

Zayne knew you too well to know you were uncomfortable. You liked your birthday; it was a special day, after all, but you'd told him once before that you were an adult. You liked celebrating it privately, with a few special people, not with a big party and too much noise. Just like those moments.

One of your best friends had thrown you a surprise party, and from the second everyone jumped, shouting "surprise" Zayne knew you didn't want to be there because of the expression on your face. It was disappointment, then it turned into a fake smile. Something that had lasted all night.

"I have to do something. I'll be right back." Zayne pressed his lips against your forehead. You looked at him for a few seconds, and he saw that flash across your face: you didn't want to be alone because that meant people were going to start approaching you to talk, and you definitely didn't want that. But you didn't want to seem ungrateful either. You really appreciated the party, even if you didn't like being in crowds.

You nodded as you let go of Zayne's arms. He nodded before walking away from you, setting his glass aside in the process. You sighed, looking away at the other people there. One of your friends smiled at you and waved her hand in the distance, causing you to smile back in an attempt to be friendly. She signaled for you to come closer, so you put the glass you were holding aside and before starting to walk toward her, you turned to see where Zayne had gone.

Your smile faded when you noticed him approaching one of your friends. Addie, the one who had organized the party for you. You didn't want to be the type of person who got jealous over that kind of thing, but you couldn't help but feel that pressure in your chest when he leaned in to whisper something to her and a huge smile spread across Addie's face. You frowned, wondering what they were talking about and forced yourself to remember that Zayne wasn't like the others.

There was no way that was what you were really thinking.

You slumped onto the couch, feeling completely mentally exhausted. Socializing wasn't your favorite thing, but you had fun. You'd seen friends you hadn't seen in months, and even your family members were there. When it was one of your friends who was organizing the surprise party, they didn't always bother inviting family members.

Zayne took the seat next to you shortly after. You still felt that pressure in your chest, remembering what had happened about half an hour ago. Seeing him with that peaceful expression made you nervous. They'd gone to another room and after that, you hadn't seen anything else. You didn't know what they were doing and you didn't really want to think about it too much.

"Say goodbye to Addison." Your brow furrowed. Zayne's words had come out of his mouth without much thought, but he seemed completely serious, which made you feel even more confused.

"Why?"

"We're leaving now." You opened your mouth, confused. You wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out. There were too many questions in your mind and when he noticed, Zayne answered quickly. "I have a surprise for you, and that means we have to leave now."

"But the party…" He interrupted you.

"I already talked to Addison about that."

It took you more than a couple of seconds to realize what was happening. You stood still until your brain processed what he'd said, and you finally nodded, deciding you'd have him answer all your questions later. It didn't take you too long to do what he'd asked. You said goodbye to Addie, thanking her for the party, and also said goodbye to some people you met along the way. If you said goodbye to everyone at the party, you'd never finish.

You met up with Zayne again outside the house a few minutes later. You could still hear the music playing inside the house. Maybe they weren't having the biggest party of the century, but they were definitely having a little party you'd wanted to get out of from the moment you arrived.

"So that's why you talked to Addie?" you asked as you approached him. It was cold, but not cold enough to make you shiver.

You felt the weight lift from your chest when Zayne nodded, one of his arms wrapping around your hip to pull you closer. You couldn't help but feel guilty for even thinking something more was going on, even though you knew Zayne better than you'd ever known anyone.

"Yeah, she got really excited about the surprise. You have some very… enthusiastic friends." You couldn't help but laugh at Zayne's expression; you'd seen it on his face more than once. Your friends were way too extroverted compared to him, maybe too much because they often forgot that people liked personal space.

"So… where are we going?"

Zayne stopped right in front of the car. You raised an eyebrow, realizing they had to be going somewhere else if he'd headed to his car. You looked back at Zayne, who had a small smile on his face. You loved seeing him smile, but that told you everything you needed to know: it wasn't just going home; he had something else on his mind.

"Zaynieeee," you sighed, slumping back into the seat. "Aren't you going to tell me? Where are you going?" You'd spent the last few minutes trying to figure out where you two were going. You'd gotten in the car, and it didn't take long for Zayne to take an unfamiliar road, but it took you too long to figure out that you were going out of the city.

You realized you weren't going to get any more information out of him when he shook his head again and turned to look at you, but he quickly returned his gaze to the road. "Not yet, put on that sweater and change your shoes." Zayne gestured with his chin to the sweater he'd left on the dashboard and the shoes next to your feet, which were much more comfortable than the horrible heels you were currently wearing.

"A hint?" you asked as you picked up the sweater to start putting it on over your dress. It was Zayne's navy blue sweater. You loved it because it was too big for you and smelled like him. You couldn't help but realize he'd indirectly done it because he loved seeing you in his clothes, and you'd once mentioned how much you loved wearing his clothes.

"Well… I brought a change of clothes for tonight and another one for coming home tomorrow. So we're sleeping there." Zayne shifted his gaze back to you. One of his hands slid up your leg. You felt his cold fingers against your skin before he left a gentle squeeze and returned his gaze to the road.

You were going to sleep there. A quick thought crossed your mind about something you'd mentioned once before, but you forced yourself not to get your hopes up, even though excitement had begun to swell in your chest.

He remembered. Zayne remembered, and you didn't know why you were surprised, given that literally all those years of your relationship had only proven he was the type of man who memorized details about you. And yet, you felt like crying when you looked at the cabin in front of you.

At first, you'd been worried when you noticed Zayne had taken a different route, closer to the mountains, and all you could think was that the cold was getting worse at night and you were probably going to freeze to death. That thought was erased when he told you he'd brought something warm for you and turned on the heat. He also mentioned that the place they were going had heat because he didn't want to make his girlfriend freeze to death.

A few months ago, you'd talked about how always wanted to spend the night in a cabin and have breakfast there the next day. You'd started planning a little trip with Zayne for your birthday, but due to problems with his work, and problems with your own, they'd had to cancel the trip. That had made you sad for weeks. Zayne promised you could do something together afterward, but at that point, you didn't even have the energy to do anything else on your birthday.

But then Addie's surprise party came along, and you felt bad for wanting to leave.

But now you were there, in a beautiful cabin that had a little snow piled up on the sides, which made you think that tomorrow morning you were going to force Zayne to have an impromptu snowball fight before you left.

"Why… when…" you forced yourself to take a breath and gather your thoughts. Your heart was beating so hard you could hear it thundering in your ears, and you felt something inside you stir every time you wanted to speak. "When did you do this?" You turned to look at him. Zayne was carrying a duffel bag in one of his hands, which he set aside to wrap his arms around you.

You felt him pull you closer and you allowed yourself to melt into his grasp. "A week ago. I had booked another cabin closer, but you'd mentioned you liked the cold, and that was the point of it all." His fingers brushed your cheek. For some reason, Zayne's hands were rarely warm, and yet it was something you loved. You could lean into his touch all day long. "This one became available a few days ago. They called me because I'd already tried to book it."

You felt your heart melt. You couldn't believe he'd taken the time to do all that, and you hadn't even noticed. Not to mention he'd talked Addie into letting you out of the surprise party: Addie, the most stubborn person you'd ever met.

"You didn't have to do that," you murmured, kissing his cheek.

He shook his head, and you felt him take a step back, but before you could complain about the lack of his warmth, he quickly took your hand. "Come on, there's more."

Zayne picked up the duffel bag again with his free hand and led you to the cabin entrance. It took him about two minutes to find the cabin keys in his pocket and open the front door. The moment Zayne pushed the door, the smell of pine and wood filled you. It reminded you a bit of Christmas, even though it was still several months away.

You walked slowly into the cabin, looking around. You felt like the roof was too far away and it was more than you expected for just one night. You even wondered if there was a way to stay there for a couple more days. The interior of the cabin was warm; for a second, you thought you'd have to sleep while you shivered from the cold. "It's beautiful," you murmured. You heard Zayne drop the duffel bag, and seconds later, his arms wrapped around you again.

You felt your heart pounding, still struggling to process what was happening and the fact that Zayne had prepared all of this for you, and not just that, you hadn't even noticed. It had genuinely been a surprise, and perhaps one of the best all year. "There's something else," he repeated, making you remember what he had said minutes before when you were still in front of the cabin.

You turned to look at him, and Zayne took one of your hands again, giving it a light tug to make you walk beside him. Your footsteps echoed on the wooden floor, your gaze traveling all over the place as you both walked. There was a small smile on your face, though it didn't compare to the excitement you felt inside. It was nighttime and part of your birthday had already passed, but you were going to end the day just the way you had imagined… even if it was just for a second, you could be in your bubble with Zayne.

When you reached the dining room your eyes widened for two reasons: - the cabin was a little bigger than you thought. - there was a box on the edge of the table.

You didn't need to be the smartest person in the class to know it was a cake, a birthday cake of course.

"That's it…" He nodded. He lifted the box, revealing a beautiful cake with light blue hues and snowflakes on top. You let out an embarrassed giggle. You liked those kinds of decorations because you liked the cold, and it reminded you of Zayne's evol. Had he remembered that too? If the answer was yes, it wasn't going to surprise you anyway.

Zayne pulled a lighter out of his pocket, and it took him a couple of seconds to light the three candles on the edge of the cake. He let go of your hand so he could take the dessert with both hands and bring it closer to your face. For a second, you thought you just had to blow out the candles, but as soon as Zayne began to sing "Happy Birthday" softly, you felt a mixture of emotions coursing through your veins. You had to press your lips together to keep from letting out a nervous chuckle, which was actually a mixture of all the happiness you were feeling because Dr. Zayne never sang. And you liked his voice; it was deep but soft.

It was several seconds later when he cleared his throat, visibly embarrassed that he had sung. "Now you have to make your birthday wish."

You narrowed your eyes, trying to think of something. You didn't usually ask for anything on your birthdays, or when you did, they were so vague because you didn't expect them to actually come true. But that night, something came to mind. Your heart pounded when the thought came to you, and you closed your eyes for a few seconds, remembering it in your mind. You opened your eyes, and the light gust of wind that escaped your lips blew out the candles. Zayne smiled at the excitement on your face and finally set the dessert aside.

"Happy birthday," he murmured, placing a kiss on your forehead. Your arms wrapped around him, hugging him tightly, and he didn't hesitate for a second to do the same, pressing you against his chest.

You hadn't made a wish because you felt like you had everything you wanted thanks to Zayne. But you had wished for everything to stay the same. And for the first time, you wished with all your might that a birthday wish would come true.

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zepskies · 18 hours ago

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I feel like we have no choice but to write angst with this character! loll (God how I love that Amber x Mark gif 🤣)

Ahhh thanks, Wayne!! 🥹 I told you, the first thing I saw when Michelle gave me that color palette prompt was "seasons." The colors were just perfect for it, so I thought the dividers were a simple way to capture that 💗

Her answer took me tf out! Loved her bold sass 😏🔥

Ehehe that's the line where I found the character tbh. 😂 Mark needs to be with someone who can keep even him on his toes!

Oh, interesting! Also ballsy of Mark to date his boss’ daughter. Let’s hope he doesn’t screw it up 🤞🙈

Right?! lmfao I figured if anyone was gonna, it'd be Mark 😂😂

I’m getting a queasy feeling in my stomach… I genuinely already love them! Their little beach day in Santa Cruz was so cute 🥹 (and my love for Cali is never ending, too) But my heart hurts so much because I think I can guess where this is going. WHY ALEX 😫

Aww yay!! 🥹 This is why I also loved getting your request and Michelle's at the same time, because I saw how this one could later connect to "Hits Different" when I looked up the lyrics 🥲☀️

Poor reader! Hard enough when a parent is dying, but even worse when you have to watch them go 🥺 (And so close to the wedding as well! Truly can understand her pain that her father didn’t get to walk her down the aisle anymore 😭)

Ugh, exactly, on both counts! 😓 And of course it's just fuel on the fire for Mark's later reluctance to tell her about his diagnosis.

(Her father's death is actually based on how my grandfather passed away in December. 💙 He was a smoker for 30 years, quit for 40, but it still unfortunately caught up to him in his 80s.)

(I had to lmao)

Bahaha winter is definitely coming! 🤣 Jon Snow = perfection

Men… lol We’ve had this discussion before with your headcanons about men and doctors/being sick. I think we can add Mark to that list 😂

omfg yeah!! 🤣🤣 Mark would literally be the reigning king of medical man denial. And that reminds me, I'm gonna have to add Mark to the HC lineup soon! 🤭

Dear God, the sister’s already a lot 🙈 You better ain’t trying to impress your sister’s fiancé, girl…

Ahaha thank you for catching that hint! She's trying to impress somebody all right 😅

The fact her father died just months before from cancer just adds such a nice and angsty layer to this whole story. Of course Mark wouldn’t want her to go through that again after he’d witnessed how the sickness and death of her father affected her. And I do understand where he’s coming from when he essentially doesn’t want to tie her to a “dead man walking,” but man, does it break my heart. It’s such a hard situation for both. Ultimately, he should’ve involved her in the decision, though. The choice should be hers if she can handle it or not, if she wants out etc.

Aw thank you! 🥲 I was trying to think of added reasons why Mark wouldn't want to tell her, and this to me felt the most impactful, especially because her dad was Mark's boss, and in my head, his mentor too. 💔

And so agree -- he should've just talked to her, even if it was probably going to be one of the most difficult conversations of their entire relationship.

Jesus fucking Christ, that makes it even sadder and more messed up 😭 (I do love your brain for this masterpiece of cruelty)

Ehehe sorryyyyyyy. 🤭 But see? He wanted to have The Talk with her, he just never got there 🥲

But man, the fact he legit was so drunk that he stumbled into the wrong room and was basically taken advantage of in this state by her sister?! I hope the bitch burns in hell, seriously 😅

Ughhhh you and me both. As you saw in Part 2, Rachel deserves every bit of the hellfire lmao

It’s been my headcanon as well that he probably cheated on Melinda with Rachel to give her an “easy out” after finding out his diagnosis, but in my opinion, it’s even worse than actually cheating on her because he’s a stupid, selfish ass because it would’ve meant he never really love her to begin with. But doing that shit to someone you genuinely love is messed up 🙈

This was my initial instinct too for Melinda and Rachel, and while it's very plausible, it doesn't make Mark sympathetic for that exact reason. If he was going to marry a girl he didn't love enough to simply tell the truth and not cheat on her right before the effing wedding, then he's a POS for that. I really hope it comes out that he fibbed to Amber about that.

And since you've already read Catastrophic Blues (tysm 🥹 - can't wait to get into your lovely amazing feedback) I'll tell you this part:

Even in this story I debated going that exact route, having Rachel and Mark actually sleep together to create that "out" (or he just lets her do "something" sexual to him lol). But in the end I felt that no, if he truly loved the reader he would've put a stop to Rachel's advances the best he could, even while drunk. 💔

But I love how you took that mini plot line and put your own spin on it. Especially for this story, I prefer Mark accidentally stumbling into Rachel’s room, and Rachel taking advantage of him. If he’d done it on purpose to “free” reader, I would’ve murdered him. After losing their father, it would’ve been so cruel of him to tear their family apart in the wake of it, so I’m glad you went a different way here. Not sure I could’ve forgiven the other thing 🫣

Exactly, I wouldn't have forgiven him either if it was intentional 😭😭

And it's an unfortunate truth that there are girls like Rachel out there: immature, selfish, jealous, entitled, even downright hateful. So I wanted to explore the thing of, there are of course predatory men out there, but there are also predatory women. Sometimes the ones that should love you the most are the ones who hurt you the most 😭

Can’t wait to jump straight into Part 2! I can totally see the song fitting for the aftermath of this 😎💜💜💜

🥹🙏🏽💗 When I tell you I got SO much inspo from "Hits Different," like immediately lol. And *gasp* I also ended up liking "Snow on the Beach" from the same album! 🤭 I also liked "Lavender Haze."

Count me as Swiftie Curious, I guess?

DOWNGRADE

Pairing: Mark Meachum x F. Reader

Summary: There it was. The beginning of the end, and neither of you saw it coming.

AN: Ahhh here we go! For the first time ever, Mark Meachum! Obviously I’m still learning this guy as a character, but this idea grabbed me and wouldn’t let me go. Thanks so much, @luci-in-trenchcoats for choosing this color prompt for the 5K Follower Celebration!

Word Count: 1.2K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Fluff, implied smut, and rom-com vibes, until the angst sets in (lol). Medical diagnoses, implied cheating

Spring

Mark set two mugs of coffee on his nightstand to free up his hands. He had to cut wide swaths through the bedsheets to reach you. As usual, you were a tangle of limbs and frizzy hair.

“Jesus, what’d you do here, woman?” he said, lips tugging at a smile when he heard your muffled giggle.

Eventually he unearthed your head and found your sleepy smile. You squinted at the sun glaring through the window behind him. It backlit that look of fond amusement on his face.

You clawed half-blind at the front of his shirt and pulled him down to you. He lost his footing and grunted as he fell, just barely catching himself from crushing you. Your laugh rang in his ear and forced a chest-shaking rumble out of him too.

You freed your own arms from the warm nest you created, just to take his face in your hands. Your thumbs caressed along the coarse edges of his beard.

“Getting scraggly, baby,” you remarked.

“Yeah, but you like your man all wild and caveman-like,” he said mischievously.

You shook your head, but you still couldn’t stop yourself from smiling.

“Only when he fucks me,” you said. A cheeky challenge in your eyes.

Mark’s brows popped high, his devilish grin showing teeth. It didn’t matter how long you’d been his, you still managed to keep him on the ropes.

“Well, he does aim to please.”

Summer

The sound of your laugh was like sweltering sunshine in his chest. After the wave finished dunking you both, you swept the salty sting of the ocean out of your eyes and clung to his shoulders in the water.

Santa Cruz agreed with you. It shone down on your glistening skin and caught in your eyes. You both needed this—taking a beat, just the two of you.

Finally, Mark had allowed himself to take some time off. He was reluctant at first, workhorse that he was. But the Captain—your father—insisted that Mark take a break. Wrapping up a triple homicide after four months of legwork, getting to see that motherfucker be denied bail until trial, and giving the victims’ families a sense of relief that the killer was off the streets was a decided win.

“You’ve got someone waiting for you,” the Captain reminded him. “Don’t take that for granted.”

Mark grabbed your left hand and pressed a kiss into your palm. He felt the coolness of metal against his lips. It reminded him to turn your hand over.

“Whoa!” He closed his eyes and playfully looked away as if he was being blinded. “Who gave you that fucking rock?”

The summer sun glinted off a modest stone. Your sister told him not to overthink it. Just get the classic square cut. But his instincts told him to go with something called a “cushion,” like the sales lady said at Jared’s.

Mark knew he made the right choice when you gasped, covering your mouth with shaky hands, your eyes filling with tears when you met his slightly nervous ones.

Now, you just laughed in his face. “Oh, nobody really. Just the love of my life.”

His smile quirked, even though his heart was double-timing.

“You’re so fuckin’ cheesy.”

“But you love it, though.”

(That day, you both spent an extra hour looking for the ring when it somehow slipped off your finger and fell into the sand.)

Fall

“I’m just saying, sweetheart,” Mark said, his tone deep and gentle while he steadied you in his arms. “Maybe it’s best we put off the wedding, just a few months. It’s a lot coming at you right now.”

You shook your head, covering your mouth with trembling fingers.

“No,” you said eventually, but your words faltered along with your unsteady breaths in between. “No, he wouldn’t have wanted that. I just wish he, uh…could be there.”

You were a pillar of a woman, but no one could fault you for falling apart. Your father had been a lifelong smoker. He quit ten years ago, but it still caught up to him in his sixties, a severe case of COPD that he’d been trying to hide for months. It eventually withered him down to weeks of degeneration in a hospital bed, relying on oxygen masks that could no longer sustain him.

Your mother and sister had left the room for just half an hour to grab some coffee. You stayed behind.

You were alone with your father when he died. All you could do was hold his hand.

Now, all Mark could do was hold you. But he had to blink past a sharp pain, almost like a sudden migraine. Aftershocks reverberated through his skull, radiating from the right to the left.

He’d been dealing with less intense versions of the feeling for a month, but this time, it was like a small shiv between the eyes. It took him enough by surprise that it forced a grunt out of him, making him grimace and blink hard.

You picked your head up from his chest and met him with tearful eyes, frowning in concern.

“You okay?” you asked.

“Yeah,” Mark said. “Just a little headache.”

Winter

“Mark, you need to go to the doctor. You’ve gone through three bottles of Advil. That’s not normal.”

“Look, I told you already. I’m fine.”

“Yeah. That’s really convincing.”

“…Look, that’s Rachel pulling up. You ready to go?”

You looked out the windows near the front door and saw your sister walking up the driveway. You blinked, like you both could and couldn't believe what you were seeing.

“Wow," you said. "She couldn’t have found a skimpier dress to check out the church. Who’s she trying to impress? The pastor’s already married.”

Mark snorted in amusement, but something soon occurred to him.

“Didn’t you tell me she and her boyfriend just broke up or something?”

“Yeah, but what does that have to do with it?”

He shrugged. “Eh, I don’t know. She’s probably just looking for attention.”

You sighed. You loved your younger sister, but there were times when you wished she’d just grow up a little.

One appointment with Mark’s primary doctor led him to the oncologist. His entire inner world was leveled with just two words:

Glioblastoma Multiforme.

Two words he couldn’t say to you.

It all rang between his ears…

The excitement in your voice when you told him how your last fitting went for the dress.

Faces he’d put behind bars. Years he’d scraped and clawed his way through bureaucratic bullshit, standing his ground against officers with more power than him, but never as much heart.

Your raw, broken grief when you watched your father waste away from the absolute monument of a man he’d been.

How was Mark supposed to level your world too?

He kept it all inside. And like the master of improv he was, he faked enthusiasm for a joint bachelor-bachelorette weekend.

One late night. One fifth of whiskey at the hotel bar turned into numbers he stopped counting—until the Captain reminded him.

You’ve got someone waiting for you. Don’t take that for granted.

He needed to find you.

Somehow, he made it to the elevator by himself. Third floor. Room 304, 305, 306. Fuck. Was it 309?

The door opened, and his addled fucking brain thought it was you at first. She almost had your eyes, if just half the sincerity of your smile.

Rachel welcomed him in and shut the door. He stumbled at the threshold, and she stopped him from falling completely onto the floral-patterned carpet.

“Oh my God, Mark. You okay?”

No. And he knew he wasn’t ever gonna be okay.

But her hands were warm, carving sensuous paths under his leather jacket without him realizing.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”

AN: 🫣 I know, I know - I'm sorry it's not my usual happy ending. 💔 But! I am working on a second part to this for @waynes-multiverse, who also requested Mark Meachum for the 5K Celebration...though that one's gonna be even angstier than this one loll 😅 (but maaaybe with a kind of happy ending?)

In the meantime, what did you think of this drabble? Don't you wish we could've stayed in Summer? ❤️‍🩹

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Summary: Nine months isn’t as long as it sounds. When you run into your ex-fiancé at a bar, he finds out what you've become. You find out the truth.

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jamglii · 2 days ago

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❀ equally — jjk

incl / satosugu x reader

warn / none

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thinking about satosugu who fight over you more than they should.

"that's not true, tell him [name], tell him it's not true."

you sigh, "i've already said i like them both equally. now please can we-"

suguru doesn't let you finish, "thats not and answer, just admit i'm the better kisser so we can move on from this."

you don't even try to subdue the argument as satoru launches into long words on how that's a complete an utter lie.

it wouldn't have bothered you so much if not for the fact your favorite fast food was closing in 20 minutes and if you didn't get them to stop, you would miss the timeframe to place an order.

"okay okay! i don't have time for this right now, if toy don't tell me what you want i'm going to order without you. " that, at the very least, got their attention.

"now, satoru, what do you want my love." your boyfriend quiets as he tells you, a red cheeky blush hideen from your face.

god he loved it when you called him that. or anything for that matter.

"sugu?" you show the screen to him, his thick fingers tapping on the screen.

and for a moment you thought they'd forgotten about then petty argument feom just moments before.

"and just so your aware satoru, [name] likes kissing me better."

"don't start suguru."

"oh i'm starting."

you groan, this would never end.

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#bonus : suguru is the better kisser shhhhhhh #pt 2 where they make out w/ each other to test n' see #fanfiction #jjk x you #jjk x reader #satosugu #satosugu x reader #satoru x reader #suguru x reader

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“Snape’s Head of Slytherin House. They say he always favors them — we’ll be able to see if it’s true”

An In-Depth Examination of Snape as a Teacher (Part 1 - Books 1-4)

All right, I’m game. Let’s do this properly.

(McGonagall will get her own companion breakdown after this, and maybe Dumbledore too - but he definitely sees his job as “prepare Harry to fight Voldemort” first and “Be a good headmaster” like. Fourth or fifth? I’ve heard the argument that he only hires Lockhart (who he 100% knows is a fraud) so Harry can learn some abstract lesson about the perils of fame. RIP to the fifth years taking their OWLs that year. He also makes Ron a prefect based on vibes. The eighty-billion-points-to-Gryffindor thing is part of the “mad” Wacky Dumbledore persona, and is just been memed to death.)

But Snape vs McGonagall - that's an interesting question, and I'm very interested in how it breaks down.

Snape's Reputation

In book 1, Ron and the Twins think that Snape favors Slytherin - it's one of the first things we hear about him - and Hagrid thinks that Snape just hates everyone (but Harry doesn't quite buy it.) Quirrell's position is that Snape uniquely hates Harry:

“But Snape always seemed to hate me so much.” “Oh, he does (...) Heavens, yes. He was at Hogwarts with your father, didn’t you know? They loathed each other.”

And Harry is inclined to agree.

At the start-of-term banquet, Harry had gotten the idea that Professor Snape disliked him. By the end of the first Potions lesson, he knew he’d been wrong. Snape didn’t dislike Harry — he hated him. - PS

[The expression] was beyond anger: It was loathing. Harry knew that expression only too well; it was the look Snape wore every time he set eyes on Harry. - PoA

By Book 2, Harry agrees with Ron that Snape hates everyone except the Slytherins (but hates him The Most):

Harry also happened to be Snape’s least favorite student. Cruel, sarcastic, and disliked by everybody except the students from his own House (Slytherin). - CoS

Oliver Wood also seems to agree:

"Snape’s refereeing this time, and he’ll be looking for any excuse to knock points off Gryffindor!" - PS

“We’ve just got to make sure we play a clean game, so Snape hasn’t got an excuse to pick on us.” - PS

"Finish the game before Snape can favor Hufflepuff too much.” - PS

We DO know that Snape likes to spam-book the Quidditch pitch to make it harder for Wood to schedule practice, and overwrite already scheduled practices with his teacher's authority. So it makes sense why Wood particularly wouldn't like him.

But that's the question isn't it: what do we see Snape actually DO?

Class #1 - "Little foolish wand-waving here"

Snape asks Harry three trivia questions he doesn't know the answers to. Harry's embarrassed, Draco thinks it's hilarious. Harry hasn't done anything to Snape at this point, but Snape has latched on to his fame and decided he needs to be... taken down a peg. Harry is "our new celebrity" and "Fame clearly isn’t everything.” Snape also doesn't call on Hermione - who hasn't had enough time to earn her know-it-all, why-don't-you-let-one-of-the-other-students-try reputation yet. So... the purpose of this little exchange isn't to move the class along, it is to embarrass Harry.

“Thought you wouldn’t open a book before coming, eh, Potter?” Harry (...) had looked through his books at the Dursleys’, but did Snape expect him to remember everything in One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi?

I'm on Harry's side here. Snape's being unreasonable. This is also the first point where Harry bites back:

“I think Hermione does [know], though, why don’t you try her?” A few people laughed (...) Snape, however, was not pleased.

This also loses Harry his first point, and... it's not over nothing.

"a point will be taken from Gryffindor House for your cheek, Potter.”

Class continues, and Snape goes around "criticizing almost everyone except Malfoy, whom he seemed to like," even "telling everyone to look at the perfect way Malfoy had stewed his horned slugs." Which is interesting: "almost everyone" probably includes some Slytherins, so so far Snape's bias doesn't seem to be house-centric: He dislikes Harry, and likes Malfoy

(In later books we learn that he is a friend of the the Malfoy family, and knows Draco outside of school. But in Books 1-4, the implication is more that he likes Draco because Draco is a suck-up.)

“Sir,” said Malfoy loudly. “Sir, why don’t you apply for the headmaster’s job?” “Now, now, Malfoy,” said Snape, though he couldn’t suppress a thin-lipped smile. (...) “I expect you’d have Father’s vote, sir, if you wanted to apply for the job — I’ll tell Father you’re the best teacher here, sir —” Snape smirked as he swept off around the dungeon - CoA

Then Neville manages to melt Seamus' cauldron, and Snape responds...okay.

“Idiot boy!” snarled Snape, clearing the spilled potion away with one wave of his wand. “I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?” Neville whimpered as boils started to pop up all over his nose. “Take him up to the hospital wing,” Snape spat at Seamus.

So... he's clearly competent. He gets rid of the dangerous potion easily, knows exactly what Neville did wrong, and sends him off to the hospital wing. However... he's also insulting his students, which isn't great. And like, this is not a teachable moment. Neville's in pain, he's not paying attention. The time to correct his potion making would have been earlier, when you could have headed off the mistake. Or later, once he's physically in decent shape again and can like, listen.

Then Snape decides this is all Harry's fault. Somehow.

He rounded on Harry and Ron, who had been working next to Neville. “You — Potter — why didn’t you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he’d make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That’s another point you’ve lost for Gryffindor.”

Snape. Snape. You're projecting. You have this little James jr. child-star version of Harry in your head that just isn't real. You've already established that Harry knows nothing about potions.

Also like - yes. Harry's fame absolutely gets him special treatment (in Book 3 especially, it seems to be why the Aunt Marge thing is completely covered up.) Snape picks up on this, and in his head is maybe trying to correct the imbalance?

“Ah, well, Snape . . . Harry Potter, you know . . . we’ve all got a bit of a blind spot where he’s concerned.” [said Fudge] “And yet — is it good for him to be given so much special treatment? Personally, I try and treat him like any other student." - PoA

But I think we've established that he absolutely does not treat him just like any other student.

STUDENTS INSULTED: 2

"Idiot boy" (Neville)

"Fame clearly isn't everything" (Harry)

POINTS TAKEN: - 2

Disciplinary Action #1 - Confiscating Harry's library book

This starts a recurring pattern: Harry and friends are doing something they're not supposed to do... so Snape picks up on a guilty vibe... and just finds some random way to punish them. Which Harry thinks is unfair.

The trio are in the courtyard using Hermione's portable flames to stay warm, something they don't think is technically allowed:

Unfortunately, something about their guilty faces caught Snape’s eye. He limped over. He hadn’t seen the fire, but he seemed to be looking for a reason to tell them off anyway. “What’s that you’ve got there, Potter?” It was Quidditch Through the Ages. Harry showed him. “Library books are not to be taken outside the school,” said Snape. “Give it to me. Five points from Gryffindor.” “He’s just made that rule up,” Harry muttered angrily. - PS

I think I believe Harry. Hermione will go out and read down by the lake and no one cares, and even if this is a rule - this is a 'go back inside' moment, not a 'confiscate the book' moment. Harry specifically goes to the staff room to ask for it back, because "Harry had an idea that Snape wouldn’t refuse if there were other teachers listening."

POINTS TAKEN: - 5 (TOTAL - 7)

Disciplinary Action #2 - Ron + Draco Fight

The first instance of the Draco Malfoy Special: Provoke someone else into throwing the first punch as a way to get them in trouble.

“WEASLEY!” Ron let go of the front of Malfoy’s robes. “He was provoked, Professor Snape,” said Hagrid, sticking his huge hairy face out from behind the tree. “Malfoy was insultin’ his family.” “Be that as it may, fighting is against Hogwarts rules, Hagrid,” said Snape silkily. “Five points from Gryffindor, Weasley, and be grateful it isn’t more.

Works like a charm. And Snape (as we see) is very happy to turn a blind eye to Draco's antics.

POINTS TAKEN: - 5 (TOTAL - 12)

Disciplinary Action #3 - Quidditch Fouls

Snape had just awarded Hufflepuff a penalty because George Weasley had hit a Bludger at him.

Fair.

Snape awarded Hufflepuff another penalty for no reason at all.

Possibly an instance of Snape being biased against Gryffindor in general... or else Harry not paying close enough attention.

Disciplinary Action #4 - The Flying Car

Snape generally goes to expulsion as a threat, even though if you take the series as a whole there's no way Dumbledore is ever letting that happen.

"Be warned, Potter — any more nighttime wanderings and I will personally make sure you are expelled." - PS “Most unfortunately, you are not in my House and the decision to expel you does not rest with me. I shall go and fetch the people who do have that happy power.” - CoS

But this is still the first time Harry is in real trouble. I do think he gets off kind of easy (detentions and letters home - Harry talks McGonagall out of taking away points.) But McGonagall and Dumbledore are not happy.

If Snape had gone to fetch Professor McGonagall, head of Gryffindor House, they were hardly any better off. She might be fairer than Snape, but she was still extremely strict.

There was a knock on the office door and Snape, now looking happier than ever, opened it. There stood the headmaster, Professor Dumbledore. There was a long silence. Then Dumbledore said, “Please explain why you did this.” It would have been better if he had shouted. Harry hated the disappointment in his voice.

Disciplinary Action #5 - Mrs. Norris' petrification

This is actually a really interesting little interaction because like... everyone involved is half-right.

“I suggest, Headmaster, that Potter is not being entirely truthful,” [Snape] said.

Absolutely correct. Harry is hiding the fact that he found Mrs. Norris because he was following the basilisk's voice.

“It might be a good idea if he were deprived of certain privileges until he is ready to tell us the whole story. I personally feel he should be taken off the Gryffindor Quidditch team until he is ready to be honest.” “Really, Severus,” said Professor McGonagall sharply, “I see no reason to stop the boy playing Quidditch. This cat wasn’t hit over the head with a broomstick. There is no evidence at all that Potter has done anything wrong.”

McGonagall is also right - Harry hasn't done anything wrong - and even if he had, taking him off the quidditch team is an extreme punishment that won't even have the desired effect. When Umbridge tries this exact thing, it just makes Harry's behavior worse.

Dumbledore was giving Harry a searching look. His twinkling light-blue gaze made Harry feel as though he were being X-rayed. “Innocent until proven guilty, Severus,” he said firmly.

Dumbledore absolutely knows more than he's saying. But, he's going to let Harry come to him on his own terms ("Is there anything you wish to tell me, Harry?") - otherwise Harry is never going to trust him, and that is the most important consideration here. So... Severus gets low-key gaslit.

“Midnight,” said Harry. “We’d better get to bed before Snape comes along and tries to frame us for something else.”

The first time that the text *explicitly* gives us Unreliable Narrator Harry. We know that Snape didn't try to frame him... but that's still how Harry thinks about it.

Class #2 - Hermione Steals Ingredients

During this class, Snape does seem to be coming for the Gryffindors in general, not just Harry:

Snape prowled through the fumes, making waspish remarks about the Gryffindors’ work while the Slytherins sniggered appreciatively.

We also get a causal "Snape turned and walked off to bully Neville." And he does continue let Malfoy get away with stuff - Malfoy is of course trying to start something to get Harry and Ron in trouble, like he does.

Draco Malfoy, who was Snape’s favorite student, kept flicking puffer-fish eyes at Ron and Harry, who knew that if they retaliated they would get detention faster than you could say “Unfair.”

Harry throws a firework into Goyle's cauldron to create a distraction for Hermione. Snape handles the situation honestly pretty well:

Snape was trying to restore calm and find out what had happened. “Silence! SILENCE!” Snape roared. “Anyone who has been splashed, come here for a Deflating Draught — when I find out who did this —” “If I ever find out who threw this,” Snape whispered, “I shall make sure that person is expelled.”

He doesn't come directly for Harry, which is actually a little surprising. But this class (and this book) is more about the Slytherin/Gryffindor divide, so I guess that does make sense.

Class #3 - The Dueling Club

Snape showed up to cause problems on purpose. He's pairing up Harry and Draco because, it would be funny. The Slytherins are cheering him on during his one-on-one with Lockhart. We get one more snipe at "the famous Harry Potter." (again, fixated on that whole 'fame' thing.) And then he's able slide one more insult at Neville.

STUDENTS INSULTED - 1 (TOTAL - 3)

“Longbottom causes devastation with the simplest spells. We’ll be sending what’s left of Finch-Fletchley up to the hospital wing in a matchbox.”

Class #4 - Malfoy's "Broken" Arm + "Poisoning" Trevor

Malfoy staggers in late because of his "injury," and doesn't get in trouble.

Harry and Ron scowled at each other; Snape wouldn’t have said “settle down” if they’d walked in late, he’d have given them detention.

They're basically correct about this. Snape never gives out detention, but over the course of the series Harry will lose 70 points for being "late."

Then Snape has Ron cut up Malfoy's roots for him, trade roots when he does a bad job, and make Harry skin his shrivelfig.

Malfoy had always been able to get away with anything in Snape’s classes; Snape was head of Slytherin House, and generally favored his own students above all others.

But it's really Neville who is having a bad time in class today.

Neville regularly went to pieces in Potions lessons; it was his worst subject, and his great fear of Professor Snape made things ten times worse.

And I really don't blame him:

"Tell me, boy, does anything penetrate that thick skull of yours? Didn’t you hear me say, quite clearly, that only one rat spleen was needed? Didn’t I state plainly that a dash of leech juice would suffice? What do I have to do to make you understand, Longbottom?” Neville was pink and trembling. He looked as though he was on the verge of tears.

Making a student cry is... not great. And I don't think we ever get a reason for why Snape seems to hate Neville so much in particular. A little later on we're told "he was bullying Neville worse than ever" and when Snape's leaving the staff room before the Boggart lesson he's says - “Possibly no one’s warned you, Lupin, but this class contains Neville Longbottom. I would advise you not to entrust him with anything difficult.”

“Please, sir,” said Hermione, “please, I could help Neville put it right —” “I don’t remember asking you to show off, Miss Granger,” said Snape coldly, and Hermione went as pink as Neville. “Longbottom, at the end of this lesson we will feed a few drops of this potion to your toad and see what happens. Perhaps that will encourage you to do it properly.” Snape moved away, leaving Neville breathless with fear. (...) "If he has managed to produce a Shrinking Solution, it will shrink to a tadpole. If, as I don’t doubt, he has done it wrong, his toad is likely to be poisoned.”

Probably one of Snape's cruelest moments - especially the bit where he's forcing Neville to poison his pet. It's super plausible that he was always planning to save Trevor (he does have antidote in his robes). But Neville doesn't know that. And it's like... does Snape think this is motivating? Because it doesn't work, Hermione has to bail out Neville, and then gets punished for it.

Five points from Gryffindor,” said Snape, which wiped the smiles from every face. “I told you not to help him, Miss Granger.

STUDENTS INSULTED - 2 (TOTAL - 6 )

"thick skull" (Neville)

"I would advise you not to entrust him with anything difficult" (Neville)

CRYING STUDENTS - 1

(Neville)

POINTS TAKEN: - 5 (TOTAL - 17)

Class #5 - Subbing Defense Against the Dark Arts

Harry starts off by losing points for being late, and I guess nosy? (or conscientious.)

"This lesson began ten minutes ago, Potter, so I think we’ll make it ten points from Gryffindor. Sit down.” “What’s wrong with him?” Snape’s black eyes glittered. “Nothing life-threatening,” he said, looking as though he wished it were. “Five more points from Gryffindor, and if I have to ask you to sit down again, it will be fifty.”

Then we learn that Lupin keeps bad class records. Which is honestly ... in character, and doesn't have anything to do with Slytherin/Gryffindor bias. I'm just throwing it in because it IS really annoying when other teachers don't leave you good sub notes.

Professor Lupin has not left any record of the topics you have covered so far —” “Please, sir, we’ve done boggarts, Red Caps, kappas, and grindylows,” said Hermione quickly, “and we’re just about to start —” “Be quiet,” said Snape coldly. “I did not ask for information. I was merely commenting on Professor Lupin’s lack of organization.”

Then... Snape makes another student cry:

"That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger,” said Snape coolly. “Five more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all.” Hermione went very red, put down her hand, and stared at the floor with her eyes full of tears. “You asked us a question and she knows the answer! Why ask if you don’t want to be told?” The class knew instantly [Ron] had gone too far. Snape advanced on Ron slowly, and the room held its breath. “Detention, Weasley,” Snape said silkily, his face very close to Ron’s.

And Ron ends up in detention.

STUDENTS INSULTED - 2 (TOTAL - 6 )

"insufferable know-it-all." (Hermione)

CRYING STUDENTS - 1 (TOTAL - 2)

(Hermione)

DETENTIONS GIVEN: - 1

(Ron)

POINTS TAKEN: - 20 (TOTAL - 37)

Class #6 - Malfoy at it Again

Malfoy spent much of their next Potions class doing dementor imitations across the dungeon; Ron finally cracked and flung a large, slippery crocodile heart at Malfoy, which hit him in the face and caused Snape to take fifty points from Gryffindor.

That plausible deniability is cracking a little, Snape. Dementor impressions?

POINTS TAKEN: - 50 (TOTAL - 87)

Disciplinary Action #6 - Post-Hogsmeade Check-In

Malfoy tells Snape that Harry snuck into Hogsmeade - which he absolutely did do. Snape starts off pretty reasonable and then goes... off script...

“Everyone from the Minister of Magic downward has been trying to keep famous Harry Potter safe from Sirius Black."

Like this is the same point Lupin will make (more effectively) later:

"I cannot make you take Sirius Black seriously. But I would have thought that what you have heard when the dementors draw near you would have had more of an effect on you. Your parents gave their lives to keep you alive, Harry. A poor way to repay them — gambling their sacrifice for a bag of magic tricks.” He walked away, leaving Harry feeling worse by far than he had at any point in Snape’s office. “It’s my fault,” said Ron abruptly. “I persuaded you to go. Lupin’s right, it was stupid, we shouldn’t’ve done it —”

BUT Snape just starts spiraling about fame and James:

"But famous Harry Potter is a law unto himself. Let the ordinary people worry about his safety! Famous Harry Potter goes where he wants to, with no thought for the consequences.” “How extraordinarily like your father you are, Potter (...) He too was exceedingly arrogant. A small amount of talent on the Quidditch field made him think he was a cut above the rest of us too. Strutting around the place with his friends and admirers . . . The resemblance between you is uncanny.” “Rules were for lesser mortals, not Quidditch Cup-winners. His head was so swollen —”

Until Harry snaps at him, and Snape calls in... Lupin. I honestly have no idea why he calls in Lupin. He certainly doesn't believe "the dark arts are your area of expertise." It does lead to a very funny showdown over the map where Lupin knows he's "Moony," Snape knows he's "Moony," Lupin knows that Snape knows he's Moony... but isn't allowed to call him on it, so he just placidly lies his way through the interaction, and Snape gets nothing. Dumbledore actually hits him with a very similar sort of gaslighting at the end of the book:

“YOU DON’T KNOW POTTER!” shrieked Snape. “HE DID IT, I KNOW HE DID IT —” “That will do, Severus,” said Dumbledore quietly. “Think about what you are saying. This door has been locked since I left the ward ten minutes ago. Madam Pomfrey, have these students left their beds?” “Of course not!” said Madam Pomfrey, bristling (...) “Well, there you have it, Severus,” said Dumbledore calmly.

STUDENTS INSULTED - 2 (TOTAL - 8 )

"exceedingly arrogant" (Harry)

"[thought he was] a cut above the rest of us" (Harry)

Class #7 - Neville Melts Another Cauldron

The next two days passed without great incident, unless you counted Neville melting his sixth cauldron in Potions. Professor Snape, who seemed to have attained new levels of vindictiveness over the summer, gave Neville detention, and Neville returned from it in a state of nervous collapse, having been made to disembowel a barrel full of horned toads.

I do think the fact that Neville has a pet toad adds another level of meanness to this detention. Snape's detentions tend to be both sensorially and psychologically unpleasant. He has Ron scrub bedpans, he has Harry copy the files Filtch keeps about the Marauder's rulebreaking, at one point he schedules detention over quidditch practice on purpose, and has Harry pick out dead flobberworms without using gloves.

DETENTIONS GIVEN: - 1 (TOTAL - 2)

Class #8 - Hermione's Teeth Incident

Double Potions was always a horrible experience, but these days it was nothing short of torture. Being shut in a dungeon for an hour and a half with Snape and the Slytherins, all of whom seemed determined to punish Harry as much as possible for daring to become school champion, was about the most unpleasant thing Harry could imagine.

Harry is correct about Snape blaming him for being Champion. Snape absolutely thinks he puts his own name in the Goblet ("Don’t go blaming Dumbledore for Potter’s determination to break rules. He has been crossing lines ever since he arrived here —”)

He shows up, and Malfoy's outdone himself with the SUPPORT CEDRIC DIGGORY/POTTER STINKS badges. (Got to maintain that plausible deniability...) Then Malfoy provokes Harry - their spells meet in the middle and ricochet. Harry's boil charm hits Goyle, and Draco's teeth-growing charm hits Hermione.

Goyle bellowed and put his hands to his nose, where great ugly boils were springing up — Hermione, whimpering in panic, was clutching her mouth. “Hermione!” Ron had hurried forward to see what was wrong with her; Harry turned and saw Ron dragging Hermione’s hand away from her face. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Hermione’s front teeth — already larger than average — were now growing at an alarming rate; she was looking more and more like a beaver as her teeth elongated, past her bottom lip, toward her chin — panic-stricken, she felt them and let out a terrified cry. “And what is all this noise about?” said a soft, deadly voice.

Snape gets Malfoy to tell him what happened, and addresses him in a way that seems unusually harsh -

Snape pointed a long yellow finger at Malfoy and said, “Explain.” “Potter attacked me, sir —” “We attacked each other at the same time!” Harry shouted. “— and he hit Goyle — look —”

Which kind of suggests that Snape (who is very capable when it comes to magical accidents) is about to sort this out properly.

Snape examined Goyle (...) “Hospital wing, Goyle,” Snape said calmly. “Malfoy got Hermione!” Ron said. “Look!” He forced Hermione to show Snape her teeth — she was doing her best to hide them with her hands, though this was difficult as they had now grown down past her collar. (...) Snape looked coldly at Hermione, then said, “I see no difference.” Hermione let out a whimper; her eyes filled with tears, she turned on her heel and ran, ran all the way up the corridor and out of sight.

Presumably "I see no difference" is Snape making comment about the fact that Hermione has large teeth, normally. Which... isn't good. She's clearly panicking and crying, and he dealt with Goyle appropriately (and Neville, when he was also hit with splashes of boil-potion), so why not Hermione? Not one of Snape's best moments.

At which point, Harry and Ron start swearing at him.

“Let’s see,” he said, in his silkiest voice. “Fifty points from Gryffindor and a detention each for Potter and Weasley.

STUDENTS INSULTED - 1 (TOTAL - 9 )

"I see no difference" (Hermione)

CRYING STUDENTS - 1 (TOTAL - 3)

DETENTIONS GIVEN: - 2 (TOTAL - 4)

POINTS TAKEN: - 50 (TOTAL - 137)

Disciplinary Action #7 - Yule Ball Chaperone

Snape had his wand out and was blasting rosebushes apart, his expression most ill-natured. Squeals issued from many of the bushes, and dark shapes emerged from them. “Ten points from Ravenclaw, Fawcett!” Snape snarled as a girl ran past him. “And ten points from Hufflepuff too, Stebbins!”

POINTS TAKEN: - 10, -10

Class #9 - Rita Skeeter's Interview

Snape starts off reasonable, by asking the Trio not to talk about Rita Skeeter in class:

“Fascinating though your social life undoubtedly is, Miss Granger,” said an icy voice right behind them, and all three of them jumped, “I must ask you not to discuss it in my class. Ten points from Gryffindor.”

But then he finds the magazine, and starts reading "Harry Potter's Secret Heartache" aloud. This situation is just really well set up to ping all of the baggage Snape has around Harry being "famous." Unfortunately, once again it seems to be Hermione who is caught in the crossfire.

“You might be laboring under the delusion that the entire Wizarding world is impressed with you,” Snape went on, so quietly that no one else could hear him (...) “but I don’t care how many times your picture appears in the papers. To me, Potter, you are nothing but a nasty little boy who considers rules to be beneath him.” “So I give you fair warning, Potter,” Snape continued in a softer and more dangerous voice, “pint-sized celebrity or not — if I catch you breaking into my office one more time —”

Which (this time) Harry did not actually do. And then the class ends with Snape threatening him with Veritaserum.

So, final tally:

STUDENTS INSULTED: 2 (TOTAL - 11 )

"nasty little boy" (Harry)

"considers rules to be beneath him." (Harry)

CRYING STUDENTS: TOTAL - 3)

DETENTIONS GIVEN: TOTAL - 4)

POINTS TAKEN: - 10, -10, -10 (TOTAL - 147)

As things stand (stay tuned for part 2) - Snape has never punished a Slytherin, has never scolded or criticized a Slytherin - unless you consider Slytherins to be included in the single sentence "criticizing almost everyone except Malfoy." He also lets them get away with behavior like talking and laughing in class, being late, and general messing around that he does not tolerate from Gryffindors. So, as it stands I do have to conclude that yes, he does favor them.

I was surprised with how often this preoccupation with Harry being famous comes up, and how it's Harry, Hermione and Neville that get the bulk of his attention during class. (Ron manages to stay out of it - except when he's defending Hermione, or his family.) Draco's tactics are also EXTREMELY consistent, and he and Snape (Teacher and Teacher's Pet) seem to low-key reinforce/enable each other's bad behavior.

I think Snape might be a little fairer in this regard during books 5-7, but we will see.

#hp #severus snape #harry james potter #draco malfoy #hermione granger #neville longbottom

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"I'm glad you escaped Nebakov."

"I have you to thank for that, my friend," Bartosch said, raising his tankard to tap against Henry's, "if you hadn't treated my wounds in the cell..."

"Klara would have done it," Henry replied with a shrug. Bartosch waved a hand dismissively.

"Nevertheless, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you," he cautiously looked around the Devil's Den. Many eyes watched him, suspicious of his allegiance. He couldn't blame them. Bartosch turned back to Henry, "I am in your debt for convincing Zizka I'm not a spy."

Henry didn't quite know what to say. He had managed to persuade the pack not to kill Bartosch but they far from trusted him; he was to earn his place in the gang. Almost everyone was happy enough to keep an eye on him, ensure he didn't send messages or attempt to flee back to von Bergow.

Bartosch could endure the stares whilst he worked to gain their trust. Lord Capon especially seemed the most put out about his presence but, since everyone else was tolerating him, the nobleman kept his mouth shut. Still, his distaste was blatant.

"I don't think your Lord Capon likes me very much," Bartosch indicated the moody noble standing against the den's wall, staring at them angrily. Henry looked up.

"He has no reason not to."

"Apart from the fact I was Lord von Bergow's most trusted mercenary?" Bartosch laughed, draining his beverage, "I understand. I wouldn't trust me either."

"I'll have a word with him."

Henry found Hans in there room, furiously rifling through his poetry book. The blacksmith rolled his eyes and the door behind him.

"Bartosch thinks you don't like him."

"I have no opinion on him personally," Hans said bluntly, practically throwing the pages aside, "I'm just surprised you trust him so easily. After everything we've been through."

"He's just as much a victim as we are," Henry answered diplomatically, shrugging, "von Bergow sent him into that battle without caring if he was going to come back or not."

Hans scoffed, slamming his book shut, "well, that's alright then."

Henry didn't understand what his lord's foul mood was about but he let it slide. Perhaps all that was needed was for Hans and Bartosch to spend some quality time together.

"I thought he might come hunting with us-"

"Oh, brilliant idea, Henry," Hans leapt to his feet, pointing at him with the poetry book, "why not invite him to share your bed, too. Sit on your lap at meal times!"

Henry stared at him as if he'd lost his mind, "what the fuck is your problem?"

"I just don't understand why you like that traitor so much," Hans shouted, running a hand over his face. Henry watched as the lord began pacing, calming himself down; he stopped at the window, his back to Henry, "I...don't want you getting hurt."

Henry sighed, striding across the room to retrieve his bow, "suit yourself. We're going hunting."

He left the room as loudly as possible, making sure to slam the door behind him.

"How did it go?"

Henry scowled up at the balcony, towards his and Hans' room, "I don't know what the fuck is problem is."

"No..." Bartosch watched Henry curiously, smiling to himself, "you really don't."

"Anyway, let's not let it spoil our afternoon," Henry took Bartosch's arm, leading him towards the woods, "I know all the best spots around here."

"Like hell you do," Bartosch and Henry turned to see Hans striding confidently towards them, his bow slung over his shoulder and arrows at his belt.

"You changed your mind, then?" Henry said smugly, folding his arms. Hans waved a hand.

"Come now, Henry," the noble chuckled, climbing atop his horse, "we both know you'd be lost without my superior hunting skills."

Henry also mounted Pebbles, rolling his eyes, "the same superior hunting skills that made that boar get up and flee?"

"The very same," Hans gave him a cheeky wink and Henry couldn't hlep but chuckle, "besides, we were having fun until then."

"Not as much fun as watching you almost getting drowned at the bathhouse."

Hans laughed, shaking his head, "fucker."

Neither of them noticed Bartosch had returned to the inn.

#bartosch joins the pack au. dunno where this came from but it's a concept. not that I think for one minute they'd trust him but whatever...#hansry #henry x hans #hans x henry #kingdom come deliverance II #my writing

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atangledfate · 3 days ago

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Lanoline clenched her fists as she watched Surge walking away as if she'd failed another friend. She'd lost enough of those since her time joining restoration. She came here to make a difference, to stop running and fight back. But she still felt like she was losing a battle and it ate her up inside. She took a deep breath and wave a hand at the Canine as if to dismiss his comment entirely.

She refused to give up on her... even if Surge was ready to give up on herself.

" I wish i could help you more concerning the Wisp... but i'm clueless as of now. Be careful on your way out ok? I need to get back to command... it was ... nice meeting you. I wish circumstances were better ..."

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Sonic placed his hands on the back of his head and looked up at the sky as Kit asked a good question. If Sonic had to say it he'd say probably not. She was making a really dumb choice in his mind, as he didn't trust GUN at all. But what was he suppose to say to Kit? Man this wasn't his field of expertise... Amy was better with words then he was.

" Honestly? I don't know... but i don't think her giving herself over to GUN is smart... but she wouldn't listen to me. We didn't have much choice without GUN opting to glass Restoration... so it felt like our only option..."

He sighed softly

" but for what its worth--- it feels like a shit option... "

Ge glanced over his shoulder to Kit and nodded his head and snapped his trap shut. Before moving on down the road toward the coordinates. What ever happened now he did feel better telling Kit what he knew. Maybe this little act was a good step toward mending broken fences.

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Miles crossed his arms looking down at his feet and he to was curious about just this. He wasn't sure why they wanted them shut down all the way. He didn't have answers but at a guess he imagined it was something political, and outside his field of expertise. But what ever the reason it felt like over reach...

Jewel had been fairly quiet this whole time but lifted her head at this point puzzling it over herself. She'd been deep in thought about that herself considering the good restoration does. With Clean Sweep wiped out shouldn't they NEED restoration? but one thing did come to mind... and it was a shitty reason but one that made sense.

" Based on what President Thawn said... they feel like we are a military threat... they don't have any control over our actions. We've been attacking eggman, fighting off his invasion plans and rebuilding on top of it... He claimed the other nations are all worried we're a Para-military group... like we'd rebel and become some threat to the UFN... "

" However i suspect... he intends to launch his own restoration effort... and having us exist or clean sweep would be problematic. So all of this is one big political stunt... but he made it sound like it was the General more then himself... but i don't know if that was truth or just him spinning a web of lies..."

" The how or why seems less important though. What matters is getting ourselves out of this hole and gaining some leverage... first things first lets tackle this paperwork Blaze--- then we can worry about what comes next..."

" Jewel is right, lets move for now... and we'll work things out once the main threat is over. For now i'll Move with Belle... and contact my lawyers once i'm clear... you two stay safe ok? "

@foxsdenofmuses

"Well, guess the giant Wisp is a story for another time. Not like anyone would be paying much attention to that with the way G.U.N is acting right now. They aren't exactly strangers to throwing their weight around, though this is a new low, even for them." The canine would honestly give whoever was in charge a piece of his mind, though doubt he'd ever get that chance and he wasn't much of a fighter.

He looked at Surge walking off then back at Lanolin. "Hey, uh, I don't really know much Surge beyond the damaged she caused in that town and since she joined the Diamond Cutter's, though sometimes people don't want to be helped. I get the feeling you won't appreciate this, but maybe you just gotta forget about her and let her make her own mistakes."

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Kitsunami glares at Sonic with a high degree of intensity, trying to see even the slightest sign that he was lying to him, though after a minute of this he was sure they told the truth. "Okay... though I do I know Surge is really in her right mind? Maybe she's delirious and isn't making rational thoughts." The fennec wasn't fully sure why he was trying to find something wrong with this. The programming was certainly playing a part, though he was past the worse of it.

"Actually, I think that's enough talking and questions. Let's get to this place before I talk myself into changing my mind and head back." Kitsunami had gotten better and pushing past his paranoia when he felt the programming was the root of it, even if there were still other factors to him being somewhat irrational and trying to find a reason to distrust Sonic and head back to the base.

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"Then it's decided that while me and Jewel wrap things up with G.U.N Odessa and Miles shall go with Belle to leave the base. However, I still wish to address one thing, and its why G.U.N in intent of shutting it down completely while they preform this investigation. Correct me if I'm mistaken, though I feel like there shouldn't be a problem with keeping the bare minimum of operations running while they look for whatever it is they think is here." Blaze wasn't sure off all the rules of Mobius, though back in Sol she's checked out a few organizations and allowed them to continue to run while she checked things out.

"Blaze isn't wrong there. Honestly, just letting the Diamond Cutter's, Jewel, and a few others stay to keep giving orders and directions to base's would be the only thing needed. A small group G.U.N could easily keep an eye on while they do their investigation. Something I'm sure they are well aware they could do," Belle said, sure G.U.N could've easily offered to let a skeleton crew to keep things up and running.

#Heroes of Mobius #Sonic and Tails #The Imposters #Surge and Kitsunami #Director of Restoration #Jewel #Restoration Commander #Lanolin #Princess of Sol #Blaze #Gears and Starters #Belle

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xoxolaw · 1 day ago

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+ 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗥𝗬

in which a quiet visit to her room turns into something else entirely. Hyun-tak finds her diary, and with it, the truth he never saw coming.

+ 𝗚𝗢 𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡-𝗧𝗔𝗞 𝗫 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

CH 4 , CH 5 , CH 6

✎ᝰ.ᐟ⋆⑅˚₊

January 1st, 2025

Dear Diary,

Baku confessed to me today.

It still feels strange to write that down. Like my pen might hesitate if I press too hard, or the words will vanish if I look at them too long.

I don’t really know what to feel about it.

Baku and Hyun-tak… they’re close. Really close. So close that Hyun-tak literally renamed himself. "Gotak." That nickname stuck harder than I expected — like it belonged to both of them, stitched together by jokes and sparring matches and the way they always, always have each other's backs.

Sometimes, I think Baku's the best thing that ever happened to Hyun-tak. He brought him out of his shell a little.

He gave him a brother. A safe space. A balance.

And honestly?

Baku’s always treated me nicely too.

Like I wasn’t just Hyun-tak’s “shadow” or “tagalong” — but like someone worth talking to. Like I mattered on my own. I was never left out. I never had to be loud to be noticed when Baku was around.

So I didn’t expect the confession.

Not from him.

He smiled that crooked smile of his — the kind that makes everything feel like a dare — and said:

“I think you’re really pretty. And cool. Wanna go out with me?”

Just like that.

Like he was asking me to come watch him play basketball or walk to the arcade.

Like my answer wouldn't break anything. I didn’t know what to say. Well — that’s a lie. I did know. I was going to say no.

Not because Baku isn’t kind. Or warm. Or someone I care about.

But because...

I already gave my heart to someone else.

Years ago.

But before I could answer, he just laughed and added, “You don’t have to say anything now. If you show up at the basketball court at 6 PM tonight, that means yes. If you don’t… well, then I get my answer.”

God, he really is dumb sometimes.

Sweet, but dumb.

It’s 8 PM now.

I didn’t go.

And I know — I know — he won’t take it too badly.

That’s not who he is. He’ll probably joke about it tomorrow. Ruffle my hair and say something like, “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

And maybe I’ll laugh.

And maybe I won’t know what to say then either.

But right now — I’m alone in my room, staring at my ceiling, wondering if I made something awkward between two of the most important people in my life.

But you know what I keep thinking about?

How easy it was for Baku.

How fearless. How brave.

He likes someone, so he says it.

Simple. Direct. With that crooked grin like the whole world could break and he’d still be okay.

I envy that.

So much.

Because I’ve never been able to do that.

I can’t even imagine it — standing in front of Hyun-tak, looking him in the eye and saying, “I like you.”

What if I did?

What if I told him everything?

That all these years — the laughs, the fights, the quiet walks home, the summer nights, the way my heart stumbles every time he looks at me just a second too long — meant something more. Everything, actually.

What if I told him that sometimes I lie awake and wonder what his heartbeat sounds like up close?

What if I told him that the way he says my name has started to mean more to me than any poem I’ve ever read?

What if I said it — really said it — and he didn’t feel the same?

Would he laugh? Would he pity me? Would we stop being “us”? I don’t think I could survive that.

I’d rather have him as my best friend forever than risk losing him for even a second.

Even if it means never hearing him say he feels the same.

Even if it means watching him fall for someone else someday.

Even if it breaks my heart, one silent page at a time.

Because loving Hyun-tak…

It’s not like a spark or fire or rush of adrenaline.

It’s like a river.

Slow. Gentle. Deep.

I don’t even remember when it started — only that it never stopped.

But maybe that’s my problem.

I let it keep flowing.

And now it’s so big, I don’t know how to dam it without drowning.

Baku was brave.

And I… am not.

So I’ll stay here — behind my diary pages, behind quiet glances and untold truths — and love him safely, silently.

Like always.

— Y/N

(17 and too afraid to lose her favorite person)

✎ᝰ.ᐟ⋆⑅˚₊

A smile crept on his face. He was relieved that she rejected Baku. His fingers gently traced the edges of the diary as he kept re-reading the lines where she expressed her feelings unfiltered.

The words blurred slightly. His eyes didn’t sting, but they burned — like they’d just seen something too intimate, too honest, something he wasn’t supposed to find.

His hands were still. He could feel his heart. Physically. Loud and uneven and too fast. It pounded in his ears, down his throat, through his chest.

A low ache bloomed there — behind his ribs, in the spaces where her words settled and curled up like they belonged there.

“I already gave my heart to someone else. Years ago. Quietly. Fully.”

The weight of that line hit like a punch. Not all at once — but slowly. Like he was falling into it.

She was talking about him. Him. He had to reread it. Twice. Three times. It didn’t make sense. Couldn’t make sense. Because… how? How had he not seen it? How could someone pour themselves out like this — years of love, of hope, of quiet breaking — and he’d just… not noticed?

His hand moved to the middle of the page, fingertips pressing gently over her words. As if he could touch the shape of her heart through her ink.

“I’d rather have him as my best friend forever than risk losing him for even a second.”

He sucked in a breath. His mouth was dry. His throat too tight. And for the first time in a very long time — he felt afraid. Not of the words. But of what they made him feel.

Because suddenly, everything — every moment, every memory — came rushing back like a river too strong to hold back.

Her laugh echoing behind him as she chased him down the street. The way she pouted when he teased her for being short, then stood on tiptoe just to flick his forehead.

The way she looked at him during his matches — fists clenched, face burning with pride, screaming his name louder than anyone else.

The way she once clung to his arm when thunder cracked, whispering she wasn’t scared of storms, just “surprised.”

And her smile — the one she gave him when he handed her his jacket in the rain without a word.

God.

Had he really never realized?

He clenched his jaw. A slow heat crept up the back of his neck. His ears — red. His chest ached. Not in the painful way. Not exactly.

In the new way.

Like something just bloomed there. And it was wild. And tender. And unfamiliar.

Was this love?

Was this what it felt like?

And had it been there all along? Buried under years of routine and jokes and quiet, half-noticed glances? Tucked into her smiles, the way she always waited for him, the way his day never started unless he heard her voice?

But suddenly he realised something. "She's with Baku, alone right now??" He mumbled while sitting straight up.

He didn't know why. But after reading that diary entry, he didn't want her to be him. It was dumb of him to wish this. But it wasn't something he could control, his heart just felt that way.

But then his eyes wandered back to her diary. Even if her writing style has changed drastically over the years...

There was one thing that hadn't changed.

The way she always wrote Hyun-Tak with a blue pen and for some reason it had her voice in it.

+ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 + 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

ISTG I LOVE WRITING HYUN-TAK

+ 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

@keizvn @soobinbunnie5 @chaywkk @l5byrinth @inom17 @randomheyl @coffee-ii @mizxuqii @dna-black-and-blue @kyungjunnies @maxinehufflepuffprincess @deboizzzstay @coolasiangal123 @intoanothermind @satoru2716 @chenlegendj @changbinkisser @xh01bri @jww-sjzyeirie @thebatapex @itzcandy @ryeounistic @ruruyinn @ashayein @bblgeum @tojirin @lov3lylyn @urmazah

#weak hero class two #fanfic #weak hero x reader #weak hero webtoon #gotak x reader #go hyuntak x reader #go hyuntak #gotak

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hystericalend · 2 days ago

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hello hello im back on my sieun has an all-girl friend group in university hc and today i offer: how exactly i think sieun got dragged into the group in the first place

(more here and here if ur curious abt my previous yapping)

so. sieun has this one early morning lecture that heis always on time for because he wants this particular seat. it's not too close to the front but not so far that he can't hear the professor, perfect distance from the windows etc etc. he picked his seat the first day and has sat there every single lecture since. that's his seat.

there's this girl that sits next to him. she greeted him brightly on the first day and introduced herself, initiating some polite small-talk. he didn't totally give her the cold shoulder (his friends have softened him up enough in that respect) but he's not exactly friendly either.

then one day, sieun shows up late to class, (very rare for him, but that morning a certain someone wouldn't let him leave their bed) but when he gets there, his seat is taken. there's a boy he's never seen before sitting where he always does, very obviously pestering the girl sitting beside him. aka. the girl that is always sitting to sieun. this boy is leaning into her space, greasy hand on her arm, talking and talking and talking despite the very obvious signs that she is not interested. she looks uncomfortable, almost scared and they're not friends, and sieun has barely spoken a word to this girl beyond lending her a pen once or twice, but...

he walks up to them, stares down the guy and without any introduction or greeting just says "that's my seat."

the guy is obviously like ?? uhm hello? but sieun doesn't stop glaring and just repeats. "you're in my seat. move."

and (if it isn't already obvious) mr seat stealer is an asshole, so all he does is laugh and just say: "last i checked there weren't assigned seats. go sit somewhere else."

but sieun doesn't budge. he stares the guy down, pen in hand, and says "move."

the guy makes a show of finding him stupid, huffing and muttering curses under his breath, but it doesn't take much more before he's averting his gaze and standing up to slink away.

when sieun slides into his seat after he's gone, the girl immediately pulls up close and goes omg omg thank you SO much he was so creepy and wouldnt stop bothering me you're a lifesaver. sieun just looks at her straightfaced and is like "ok".

despite him being dry af the girl takes the incident as the ice-breaker to start talking to him so whenever they meet in class she's always like "morning sieun-ah!! how are you??" and despite him him not matching her energy in the slightest (he always responds "fine" and sits down without another word) she isn't deterred and keeps making the effort to be friendly to him.

then one day after class has wrapped up she goes "hey sieun-ah, you know? i feel like i never got to thank you properly for you saving me that day.. you should come with me to a cafe or something and i can buy you a drink!"

and ofc sieun is like "no. it's fine." but like we saw with suho and yeongyi and then with baku and eunjangz he just gets... dragged along anyway.

so he's at the cafe with her sitting down drinking their coffee and some of her other friends happen to come in and see them and are like OMG WHO IS THIS CUTIE?? IS HE UR BOYFRIEND??

and before sieun even gets to shut it down the girl is immediately like no!! i'm just buying him a drink bc he saved me from the creep i told you guys about <3 and hearing that the girls immediately clamber to sit with them and gush over sieun like omg!! that was so nice of you!! she told us about you, you're yeon sieun right? engineering? and sieun is just like... yea...

he ends up staying there for almost an hour getting peppered with questions from all the girls about increasingly personal information, and it's overwhelming yes, but? they're actually really nice? when he answers most of their questions with a blank stare they don't press or get pissed abt his lack of energy they just.. fill the silence with their own answers, making an effort to get to know him without being overbearing. they also make it no secret they think he's cute as hell.

"you have this whole grumpy cat thing going on," one of the girls says. "but i can tell you're really warm-hearted."

sieun goes home that day with 5 girls phone numbers in his phone that have personally-picked strings of colourful emojis affixed to their contact names and he's.....

not mad about it.

when he sees main girlie again the next time they have their morning lecture together she goes "hey me and the girls are going to study in the library after this do you want to join?" and sieun just goes "sure"

(suho is working today and won't be free for hours. he has time to kill anyway)

she looks surprised when he says ok, but it quickly changes to a bright smile and she goes "awesome!! ill text the girls"

when they go to study hall and get their stuff open on the table, he can't help but expect something similar to his past group study sessions. i. e. him studying, and all of his friends doing anything but and disturbing him heavily in the process.

but the girls?? actually study?? like yes they laugh and chat for a bit but they don't bother sieun and do their fair share of notetaking between the scrolling and gossip. i mean of course it makes sense that they care moderately about being good students considering them having gotten into university (a very presitigous university at that) but sieun is kind of impressed. he misjudged them a bit, he thinks. and they're... actually kind of nice to be around.

so sieun just. keeps being around them.

once it becomes very clear that he isn't resistant to their friendly advances the girls eagerly pull him into the fold. he gets added to a groupchat (to which he reads, but never replies) and attends weekly cafe dates and bi-weekly study sessions in the university library. he very quickly becomes close with all of them, as a group and individually, softening up more and more. when they're at their weekly cafe date filling each other in about the latest gossip about who's in the talking stage with who and what happened at the party last weekend sieun actually makes the effort to ask "who?" "what happened?" and the girls lose their minds bc sieun-ah!! you care!!

and its nice. ofc he's still friends with eunjangz (and something more than friends with suho) but they're all on different paths, and he doesn't get to see them nearly as often as he did when they were going to school together. he wasn't lonely at university (he could never be lonely again like he used to be now that he has people waiting for him and constantly blowing up his phone) but his days studying at university are quiet. it's nice for them to have a little colour.

and if anybody dares to fuck with them, they won't know what they're getting into.

(+ bonus ++ suho and eunjangz seeing sieun get notifications from people who have pink hearts and glitter emojis in their contact names like?? who tf?? and sieun is like oh thats _____ from uni. and they're like?? SINCE WHEN ARE YOU FRIENDS WITH GIRLS??

baku immediately wants their numbers ("just one sieun please!!!!"). juntae and gotak are just baffled by the fact sieun was able to make friends other than them. suho acts like he's not jealous even though he very much is.

sieun decides then and there that his two friendgroups should NEVER meet.)

#ill never stop with this hc lol its just so fun #sieun receiving the joy that is female friendship is not a want its a NEED #yeon sieun #weak hero #weak hero class one #weak hero class two #weak hero class #whc1 #whc2 #ahn suho #shse #suho x sieun

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towasdandelion · 1 day ago

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Hiiiiiii

can you make Mc recives/Mc sends (Doesnt matter wich one) a message that "I miss you" From their ex/to their ex (Ex's are Sinostra and Vagastrom 👉👈) simply they want her back

Okay (⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠) I'm fine I'm totally fine (screams into the void) Hii! Been a while since I wrote something a bit more angsty. I wanted this to have fluff at the end but ultimately changed my mind, telling myself it's okay to write angst without a definite ending ᕙ⁠(⁠ ⁠ ⁠•⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠•⁠ ⁠ ⁠)⁠ᕗ so you can imagine if you did accept them back or not! I hope you like ittt

When you get a "I miss you" text from your ex - Sinostra and Vagastrom

I think Ritsu will be very honest and straightforward (well, almost) with you and himself, especially after break up. He analyzes everything that happened, and realizes he simply misses you. And he has to admit, your presence and partnership is something he heavily relied on. Something he just can't live without anymore. He needs you. He's not going overthink this and just simply decides ro text you. Yes, he fears your rejection. But there's only one thing worse than that. The unknown. And he can't stand that. He will wait patiently for your answer, giving you all the space that you need.

Romeo might be in denial at first, simply calling the ache in his chest "frustration". But when he realizes that there is nothing that can soothe it aside from the thought of having you back in his life - he knows he's screwed. He misses you. He misses you a lot. And as prideful as he is, he still decides to let you know how he feels. It's your fault after all, you still have his heart! He's going to be surprisingly calm, (yes, that's calm for him) but grows frustrated when you act surprised. Did he really not show you enough appreciation before? Well if you do decide to try again, he'll make sure to work on that.

Taiga is a simple man. Well, sometimes. And this is one of the instances. He's not going to think too much. In fact he's not going to think at all, deciding to text you as soon as the thought of you pops up in his mind. He doesn't exactly understand why he can't, but he's not able to forget you no matter what he does.. And it pisses him off so bad because he always thought he's stronger than that. Well he's not, and he needs you back in his life. He's rather impatient though. He wants to feel the warmth of your presence again. If you don't want him to show up unannounced then don't take too long with your answer. Sorry.

Leo is spiraling so bad. He starts to overthink everything. He's so deep in denial, deep to the point where it keeps him up at night. He can't stand it. He hates to admit that he still misses you. Why can't he just get over you? What's so special about you that makes it so hard to let go? He knows exactly what, but he'd rather die than admit it out loud. But one night it just gets too much and he finally sends his text. He feels pathetic for having to bare his feelings like that but he knows you can't just read his mind, even if it's something he would prefer just this once. Words don't come easy to him. Just accept him back already, would you? You can't possibly reject him?

Sho is very mature about this. There wasn't a single day where he wouldn't think about your relationship. About the days where both of you were smiling cheerfully. Damn, he misses that. He's going to think before he acts though. He should probably leave you alone.. but as much as he wants to, he can't. In the end he sends his message, hoping for at least one word from you. It's so hard for him to stop himself from saying more. There's so much on his mind, so many things he wants to say. But the most important one he has to let you know about is that he really wants you two to try again. It's entirely up to you though, he won't push too much. All he needs is a small promise that you will actually consider this...

Alan is getting desperate. He only has himself to blame for falling for you so hard that he can't let go. Not even after some time. Your presence in his life changed everything for the better. And he craves you, craves that warmth once again. He mentally berates himself after sending his text. Just what is he doing? He should respect this distance, he should let you go. But no matter how much he tries, he finds it impossible. It's not like him but once he gets one reply from you, the words are just going to keep coming. He can't stop them. He feels terrible for dumping this on you but at the same time he's silently hoping he will be able to make you see just how much he loves you.

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swanimagines · 1 day ago

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Hello I love your writing so I was wondering if you could do one where Morpheus is in a child's Dreamland and they're wanting him to help their mommy (the Reader) to be happy because she's always sad so Morpheus goes to help the Reader and love happens?

A/N: I wouldn't say love happens in this because the request is waaaayyyy too short and vague for me to be able to build a love story over it because I don't like writing stuff like "first time he looked at you, you looked at him and you just ran into each other and smooch" or make a random timeskip just for that kind of scene (I just can't make it sound natural), but feelings are hinted to be bubbling in the future for sure!

SOMEONE TO TALK TO

It had been a while since Morpheus had visited a child’s dream. Nightmares were normal for children and important for their growth, only rarely did he interrupt it. But this one child, barely even four years old, caught his attention. Every night, she sat by a tree beside a large flower field, silently calling out to him.

Well, she didn’t exactly call out for him, but she did call for help. Children didn’t know it, but Sandman wasn’t only for falling asleep, he was also silently listening and helping if necessary. And this child clearly sought for help, so Morpheus slowly walked through the field, the tall grass, letting his hands graze colourful flowers as he made his way towards her.

Her eyes opened as soon as he stood in front of him, and she sighed, immediately knowing he had answered her silent pleas. But she still stared at him, silent, waiting for him to speak first.

So he did. “What is it that troubles you, little dream?”

She was silent for a moment more, twisting her little fingers against her unicorn-patterned sleep shirt, before she spoke. “My mum needs help.”

Morpheus tilted his head. “And why does your mother need help?”

She sniffled, looking down. “She’s always sad now, she used to be happy but now she’s sad. I hear her cry almost every day, she thinks I don’t know because I’m supposed to be asleep.”

Morpheus frowned, tilting his head at the child. “What do you think would help your mother?”

She shrugged. “She started being like that when my Daddy had to leave us. She tries to comfort me over it and reminding me he went away to save people, but I think she has forgotten it herself. I… maybe she just needs someone to talk to.”

Morpheus thought for a moment, helping dreaming children didn’t usually involve messing with their life in the Waking World to that extent. He listened and offered advice if necessary, but he rarely physically visited them. But this child, the way she talked about her mother and how her mother needed help just… made Morpheus feel like he should do something more than sent the child back without another word. He’d wipe her memory like he always did, and children didn’t remember talking with the Sandman, they usually just took the advice on their own without remembering someone had given that advice.

But this time, he wanted to actually step into the house and listen to this child’s mother and see if he can help her further than this.

—

Morpheus remembered how looks may betray the feeling inside when he looked at the nice, clean row of houses that spanned along the very long street. He walked along the street, his eyes locked on the number where the girl he met the previous night lived in. She wouldn’t remember him, he knew that, and he wasn’t really sure how she would react if she would be the one to open the door, to a stranger in a long black coat appearing at the front door, asking for you, her mother. He knew he might look… intimidating if he put it lightly.

But nevertheless, once he reached the right house, he pushed the gate open and made his way to the door.

“You are being recorded, please state your business,” a robotic voice said, and Morpheus saw a camera on top of the door pointing at him.

He raised his eyebrows, and said your name. “I’ve come to meet you regarding your late husband.”

A moment or two passed, before the door opened and you peeked out. “Hello?”

Morpheus stared for a moment, before he cleared his throat. “I have been sent to talk to you after multiple concern calls. We need to estimate whether you need more sick leave.”

Your eyes flickered over his body, clearly suspicious of him based on his attire. “May I see your papers?”

He nodded and pushed his hand into his pocket as his sand transformed into a government card that labelled him as as an officer.

“An officer from the wellness department. I didn’t know you have your own department,” you scoffed as you lifted the card against the sun and shrugged before you gave the card back. “It does look legit, but… who exactly called your department?”

Morpheus tilted his head. “I wasn’t told any names, but I would imagine family or colleagues.”

You gave him a look over once more, before you slowly stepped aside, allowing him in. Being a Lord of Dreams naturally made people feel comfortable around him more quickly, and he knew that otherwise you wouldn’t be as quick to let him in. You closed the door slowly and looked towards the kitchen. “I was just, uh… would you like some tea?”

He nodded. “Yes, thank you.”

It was weird for him, usually helping people didn’t stretch outside of The Dreaming. Rose had been a different case, yes, but she had been a Vortex, this time a little girl asked for his help and he decided to go help her mum with grief and loneliness, it wasn’t anything that would help mankind as a whole. It was unheard of if an Endless did something like that, and he knew Lucienne would question him about it later.

He looked at your couch before sitting on it, and soon you came from the kitchen with two cups of tea. You laid one cup in front of him before you sat across from him. You sat in silence for a moment, before you cleared your throat. “So, what do you want to know?”

He lowered the cup from his lips. “Where is your daughter at the moment?”

You glanced at a picture on the TV stand, featuring you, your husband and your daughter. “She participates in a play club that operates on weekends. It has helped us a lot with missing my husband, but she doesn’t entirely comprehend that… he’s not coming back and I have avoided the topic to sit her down and properly explain it. I’m afraid it will break her once she learns that her Dad is gone for good.”

Morpheus had read what had happened. Humans battling fire and saving living beings was a noble profession no other being had done, but it claimed hundreds of lives every year. A hundred years ago, he didn’t understand why would humans risk their own lives to save just a few strangers who may not even be good people themselves, but a lot had happened after he was freed from the Burgess manor.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” he said quietly, and you wiped your eyes quickly.

“Thank you. At least he’s fine now.”

Another silence, this one stretched a bit. “I’d like to offer our services to you and your daughter, I’d visit you—”

You shook your head, interrupting him. “We don’t have enough money to cover the expenses of that kind of arrangement.”

“It won’t cost anything,” Morpheus replied, which made your gaze snap to him. “Your situation may turn urgent, so you’re qualifying for free service.”

You stared at him, clearly puzzled. He almost heard gears in your head turning. Morpheus offered you a small smile. “We can agree on our first meeting right away, if you’d like.”

You nodded after a moment more of stupor, digging up your calendar.

—

Back at The Dreaming, Morpheus pushed open the doors to his throne room to find Lucienne waiting for him.

She turned to him, adjusting the folder against her chest. “My Lord, you’re back.”

He frowned. “Yes, what is it, Lucienne?”

She hesitated, but decided to go through with it. “Are you sure helping the mother of that little dreamer is wise? You know the risks that may come from bonding with people of the Waking World.”

Morpheus narrowed his eyes slightly. “Is there something I should know?”

She sighed. “Not just yet, my Lord. I just wanted to be sure you know what you’re doing.”

He nodded. “I do, Lucienne. Thank you.”

Lucienne glanced back to the library, where your book still laid open. The page that read that you’d fall in love with the Dream of the Endless, and he’d also fall in love with you, and while it wouldn’t create problems with the world order, it might complicate things in the lives of both of you.

But Lucienne also knew you both deserved happiness, and maybe finding it from each other wouldn’t be so bad.

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feefivefoe · 2 days ago

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living for sahsrau, I offer crumbs that you can expand upon if you want to (no pressure)

I feel like phainon would see the creator as his escape from the cycle on amphoreus. you are the beginning after all, bro would be obsessed with you and figuring out your powers so you guys can live happily ever after. with all the other heirs obv but you’ll always have snowy at your hip

mydeiiiiii, my booooooyyy. might be the only person who treats you semi normally. kinda like welt where you can have convos with him and he just shoves his feelings for you off to the side. the only way you’ll tell he can feel anything is from how he… scowls at you??? he’s actually so entranced by you, making a mental note of everything you say. while you’re probably thinking the prince of kremnos is abt to punt you to the next star system

mr anaxa is at a bit of a crossroads, you’re a god (more like THE god) from beyond the sky. he’s intrigued by you, itching to learn what makes you tick.

not many thoughts for him because he confuses me :( love if you could expand on these and maybe talk abt aglaea and castorice too <33

Full disclosure I have not done most of the amphoreus quests yet, I just know about the major beats. I also have half the current Chrysos Heirs, so I feel alright answering this.

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There is a thin line between love and hate, and Phainon is using it like a jump rope. He starts the cycle absolutely enamored with you, especially upon your identity being withheld from even them. Only Aglaea seems to know anything about you, and it has her thrown for a loop. So mysterious! You, on the other hand, can't help but feel your blood turn to ice when he's in your vicinity. His presence isn't as strong as Phantilia's was, stretched across the Lufou. But it's the same chill.

As the journey advances, each fallen comrade makes that thread tighten. If you're truly such a special individual, enough to be valued over the Coreflames themselves, shouldn't you have the power to help? Shouldn't you be doing more than just protesting as your shared friends insist you stay in Okhema? You'd let the people who give everything for this planet die before letting your precious fucKING SILKEN SKIN GET-

He wonders if the Destruction would mourn you. If fate had finally given him a gift. If not a way to end his cycle, a way to harm the one responsible for his suffering. Why else would he have been gifted the god of gods, bound to mortal flesh?

He can't imagine Nanook wouldn't mourn you. Who wouldn't? You are perfection, given physical form. The most incredible thing he has ever seen in his many, many lives. You have to die because he can not live without you. Nobody can. He needs you now more than ever, so he must destroy you.

What loyalty does he owe you, after all? The one who tried to help despite their powerlessness refused to rise above, how he did.

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Mydei is much kinder, thankfully. He deems you weak and not worth much notice, at first. But while he isn't fully invested in their mutual quest, he does respect Aglaea and Tribios greatly. Their unending awe and adoration of you causes him to reconsider. As he grows to respect the Trailblazers and Dan Heng, this is further solidified. Everyone in Castum Kremnos was a warrior. But his culture appears to be the outlier in that respect. Some people have roles outside of the battlefield, and contribute there more than they ever would with a sword in their hand.

He does treat you entirely normally. As normal as somebody as blunt as him can, anyways. For the sole reason of that's what you clearly want. For somebody to see you as a person, rather than some divine entity beyond mortal understanding. Well, he isn't technically mortal anymore, is he? He can make the attempt, if nothing else.

Most of the time his expression is blank, but every now and again he just glares at you, like you've insulted his dead mother. When all you did was yawn?

Mydei is upset because he understands it now, damn it. Why those three were willing to fight the city itself if it was decided you would be taken from them. Why they go from allies to foes whenever anybody even hints at taking you near the battlefield.

He thinks he might do the same. You are rather dangerous, actually. He's glad he didn't notice before falling victim to your pull.

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Anaxagoras isn't sure if you entirely contradict his opinion on the gods, or if you enforce it. Because the gods and prophecy are clearly bullshit if there's a being so far beyond them. But if that being exists, then the existence of gods and prophecies is correct?

But you also can't be all bad, because the dromas swarm you to such an extent that they'll deviate from their duties if they catch sight of you. He's even seen them abandon their feeding troughs when you approach. Asinine.

Against his better judgement, for a man that is all judgement, his opinion of you softens rather quickly. If he wants you to use his full name, you will ("What am I gonna do, tell you you're wrong about your name?"). You ask him questions about their world ("If I knew the answer, I wouldn't be asking.").

He's hardly the type to bow and scrape at your feet, assuming you'll assist them in saving their world. But you make working with that woman a bit more bearable. Even more so when he gets the opportunity to keep you by his side, rather than hers. It's rather satisfying to watch her brow twitch, clearly trying to not seem angry in front of you.

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Aglaea hasn't regretted many things in her life. She'd give anything to reach the finish line she's been vying for her entire life. And yet.

She finds herself wishing she knew what you looked like. The golden threads can give her an idea. A shape. But even that is difficult, because you're everywhere. The threads exist within you. Every vein in your body is spun of pure silken gold, turning your circulatory system into the most beautiful tapestry she's ever come across.

But that isn't enough for her. She wants to know the color of your hair, your eyes. Your preferred style of dress. She wants to take in your smile and laughter with every sense available to humanity. She wonders if this is how the titan beating in her chest felt about her own lover. Did this adoration turn Romance into such a lovestruck fool?

Do not leave the holy city.

That is a desperate plea an order she gives not even considering the asset you could prove to be. But rather that she doesn't know how she would function if such a beautiful creature appeared and vanished from her life so soon.

To you, she is a staunch ally. You know how she pulls strings for the prophecy, how everybody is disposable to her if the need arises. You do not know she will do worse for you.

Balancing things with the council is necessary for the Flame Chase Journey. But if they touch you, she will smile. Sitting next to you in the private baths, knowing her dear allies have thrown them to the black tide. Okhema would be heartbreaking to lose. But you aren't even an option.

She is heartless because she loves so deeply. Remember that.

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Death permeates Castorice's life, preventing her from human connection for so long. Forcing her to keep a distance from the rest of the world. Even admist demigods.

She thinks your friends might kill her, when your hand falls on her shoulder after Okhema is attacked. It's clear they adore you. They will take your loss hard.

Then you falter. You sway. You stumble. But you do not die.

And Castorice falls in love with you immediately.

You too, are surrounded by death you cannot prevent. People who treat you like glass, ready to turn and shatter those who approach you. Who you are lucky if you can stop in time.

She tries so very hard not to join them. Because life is a sacred thing. You agree. There are few people you personally want dead.

Death wants you so very badly. Of course it does. Everybody does. She can't bring herself to let it, even if it would mean being able to keep you for herself. You're so full of life. You are life itself. The foundation of everything that has happened and will happen.

And that makes her all the more happy when you choose to seek her out. When you seek her calm, content smile over the ones so desperate to please.

She too, is desperate to have you in her grasp. But she's even more desperate to have you come willingly. Happily. Because who else would willingly approach Death?

Please don't leave her alone.

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ducksido · 23 hours ago

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Hello you incredible writer!!

So this has been stuck in my head for a while, and it's because of Eda Clawthorne from the Owl House and Lion from Steven Universe—

We're all aware of the hammerspace, the pocket dimension where you can store anything in it with infinite space and can pull stuff out of it like nothing!!

NOW! READER WITH A POCKET DIMENSION IN THE LAST PLACE PEOPLE EXPECT!! AND SOMEHOW PULLING GRIM OUT FROM BEHIND SOMEONE'S EARS!! thank you, love your writing, hydrate and eat plenty, and have a wonderful day you amazing writer!

Context: Yuu has a pocket dimension. Infinite space, infinite storage… but the access point? Oh, it's not a bag. Not a hat. Not a cloak. Not even a shoe. It’s something absurd. Something stupidly unexpected. Like... behind people’s ears. Yes. Grim was pulled out from behind someone’s ear. A whole raccoon-cat-fire demon. Just plucked like a card trick. NRC is traumatized. Let's begin.

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar

"...The hell—YUU, DID YOU JUST PULL A WHOLE MONSTER OUT OF MY EAR?!" Sleepy lion prince is unamused. He jolts upright from his nap as you smugly tug Grim’s scruffy tail from behind his ear with a flourish and a “ta-da!” He’s too old for this nonsense. He glares. He growls. Grim is hissing. You’re giggling. Leona is rethinking his entire reality. “I’m never letting you near my ears again, herbivore. What else is in there? My pride?”

Ruggie Bucchi

“WHOAAAA! Is that, like—actual dimensional storage?! In your fingers??” He’s so impressed. Already scheming. Could he ask you to smuggle cafeteria desserts? Exam answers? “...Hey, hey, hey—pull a sandwich out next. Or a gumball machine. Or better—Jade's wallet!”

Jack Howl Visibly disturbed. He watches Grim emerge from your palm like some cursed magic trick and takes two full steps back.

“That’s… really not natural.” But he’s secretly a little jealous because damn that could be useful in a fight.

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

“Oh dear, oh dear… Yuu, have you perhaps considered the legal implications of housing sentient beings in subspace? What is your rental agreement with this Grim-creature?” Panicked. Scribbling contracts. Sweating through his gloves. He wants the power. He needs the power. He also fears the power. “How… how far does it go in there? You wouldn't happen to have my dignity stored in there from my overblot, would you?”

Jade Leech

“Ah… fascinating.” That smile? Too wide. He watches you yank Grim out from under his own fedora—that he was already wearing. “So your dimensional anchor is conceptual, not physical. Oh, what fun...” You are now a subject of experimentation. Run.

Floyd Leech

“SHRIMPY YOU GOT A WHOLE FRIDGE IN THERE?!” Immediately sticks his hand in behind your ear to fish something out. Gets stuck. Screams. Laughs. Demands you store him next. “I WANNA BE A BAG!! LET ME LIVE IN THERE TOO!”

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim

“WHOA!! That’s AMAZING!!” He’s clapping, excited, thinks it’s the funniest magic trick in existence. Wants you to pull out birthday cake from behind everyone’s head now. “Do me next! Do me next! Is there a camel in there?!”

Jamil Viper

“…I don’t even have the emotional energy to unpack this.” But then you pull Grim out of his shadow. His literal shadow. He lets out a sharp, “Nope,” turns around, and walks directly into a wall.

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts You bend down, gently tuck your fingers behind his neck, and pull Grim out like a magician with a dove. Riddle SCREECHES.

“YOU—HOW—THAT IS PROFOUNDLY ILLEGAL—!!” He starts citing school rules. There are no rules about pocket dimensions behind people's ears, and that's what terrifies him the most.

Trey Clover Amused. A bit concerned.

“So… do you clean it? Like… is it dusty in there? Do you have furniture? A vacuum?” He’s oddly fascinated by the logistics. Will probably ask to store his baking supplies in it.

Cater Diamond

“OMG—Yuu, that is SUCH a slay.” Immediately tries to get a video for Magicam. Wants to do collab illusions with you. “Pull out a party horn from Ace’s hoodie next. Or better—Ace himself!”

Deuce Spade

“WHAT IN THE SEVEN—YUU DID YOU JUST PULL A LIVING BEING OUT OF AIR—?!” He is spiraling. Frantically checking his own pockets. Patting down his clothes like he might have one too. “What if there’s a dimension in my shoes?! What if I AM a pocket dimension?!”

Ace Trappola

“Yo, is Grim even real or did you conjure him with Sleight of Hand?” You pull out his own homework from his sleeve. Ace is screaming. “YOU’RE THE REASON PROFESSOR TREIN KEEPS THINKING I CHEATED!”

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud You sneak up behind him during a dark moment in the lab, fingers raised like a claw. With a single motion, you pull Grim out of the ether above his keyboard.

“…Idia.exe has crashed. Blue screening.” He actually curls into a ball. You have ruined his ability to trust visual reality. “I KNEW YOU WERE THE FINAL BOSS.”

Ortho Shroud

“WOAH! You’ve got a Planck-folding pocket space? That’s SO cool! Can you store an entire mech in there?!” He now refers to you as “Living Storage.exe.” You are a scientific marvel.

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia He loves it. Thinks it’s the most whimsical thing he’s ever seen.

“You plucked a gremlin from my collar. Delightful.” Now asks you to pull out objects at royal gatherings to amuse himself. Requests a chandelier next.

Lilia Vanrouge Cackling. Thinks it's hilarious.

“Back in my day, we stored things in real enchanted chests! None of this ear magic!” Will absolutely challenge you to a "who-can-hide-it-better" contest.

Silver Falls asleep while you're talking. You pull Grim out from under his blanket mid-nap. He wakes up mid-sentence.

“Is this a dream?”

Sebek Zigvolt

“UNHAND LORD MALLEUS’S EAR—!!” He is SCREAMING. You tug a coffee mug out from his coat sleeve. “WH—HOW—WHAT KIND OF DARK FAIRY TRICKERY—?!”

Bonus: Grim Himself

“STOP PULLIN’ ME OUTTA PEOPLE’S EARS, HENCHHUMAN!! I AIN’T A RABBIT!!” Too late. You're already pulling a whole lasagna pan out of Riddle’s shoes next. “...Okay wait, lemme back in—I forgot my snacks.”

#twst #twst x reader #twst wonderland

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