#class 12 maths chapter 1

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Q5 Exercise1.1 I Class 12 Maths NCERT Chapter 1 Relations and Functions | NCERT solutions

NCERT Class 12Chapter: Relations and FunctionsExercise 1.1 Question 5: Check whether the relation R in R defined by R = {(a, b) : a ≤ b3} is reflexive, symmetric or transitive.

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First-year Mathematics Chapter-Wise Test Series

A first-year mathematics chapter-wise test series is a collection of tests designed to evaluate a student’s understanding and knowledge of the topics covered in the first-year mathematics syllabus. These tests are usually organized chapter-wise, which means that each test focuses on a specific chapter or topic. The purpose of a chapter-wise test series is to help students identify their strengths…

[jirsungs]

NO IDEA ☆ l.dh

pairing: loser!donghyuck x fem!reader

no idea synopsis: a story where both you and lee donghyuck seem to get what you want. he's the perfect pawn in making your ex-boyfriend jealous and the smarty pants tutor helping you pass your math class. donghyuck has it easy too, he's finally able to seek out and experience the world of dating through you, his long-devoted crush and surprisingly enthusiastic tutoring student. but then again, when meaningless tutoring sessions soon evolve into reciprocated feelings, is it really that easy?

genre: college au, nonidol au, fake dating au, social media au (includes written chapters), classmates to friends to lovers, he's a nerd & she's a popular cheerleader (you see where this is going), he fell first but she fell harder trope, kinda based off to all the boys i've loved before, fluff, crack/humor, angst, one-sided pining that turns into mutual pining

warnings: explicit language, unrealistic college partying, talks about family issues (this does NOT reflect any of the idol's families!), yuqi has an ex gf, some alcohol consumption, kys and sexual humor, bullying, hyuck and his buds are mistreated ☹️, hyunjin is a bad bf!!!, cheesy af, unrequited love, bad insults that sound like they're from the 2000s, HELLA miscommunication

no idea playlist: btr's no idea, taylor swift's you belong with me, the vamps + demi lovato's somebody to you, james arthur's can i be him, ariana grande's daydreamin, fitz & the tantrums' out of my league, shawn mendes' treat you better, bruno mars' just the way you are, lonely god's marlboro nights, the 1975's i'm in love with you, sam smith's like i can, arctic monkeys' wanna be yours

author's note: FIRST HYUCK SMAUU! how we feeling 😏 i needed to get this idea out of my system! plus, i love this type of trope, and haechan just fits the nerdy role 😭 I HAD TO! but happy reading :D <3

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profiles: "ncu freaks" + jeno 🤔 | gal pals & two men

intro. #manifestationiskey 🩷

ep 1. but a FAILING?

ep 2. i guess i'm her tutor

ep 3. WHY IS HE ATTRACTIVE

ep 4. COUGH y/n bag him COUGH

ep 5. i know i can treat youuu bettterr

ep 6. YNHYUCK PLOT IS FINALLY SAILING!

ep 7. bro texts with his 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓪𝓵𝓹𝓱𝓪 mode on 🐺👅

ep 8. bro fumbled HARD 🤦‍♂️

ep 9. LET THE BOY LIVE!! HES IN LOVE!!

ep 10. THE HARD LAUNCH GOES CRAZY

ep 11. lemme guess, fake boyfriend responsibilities? (written)

ep 12. jeno got me up... plotting

ep 13. AMAZING fake boyfriend

ep 14. meeting the ncu freaks? (written)

ep 15.

ep 16.

ep 17.

ep 18.

more to come. . .!

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[mathswithnarendrasir]

Class-8 Math's Chapter-2 | Ex-2.2 | Q11, 12, 13, 14, | Math With Narendra Sir #mathematics

[kiwriteswords]

Tonight, you're on my mind, so you'll never know...

Chapter One Out of Four (Possibly Five!)

Masterlist || Ao3

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Word Count: 8k

Tags/Warnings: Canon-typical themes, sexual themes, hurt/comfort, angst, pining, mutual pining, spoilers for Criminal Minds seasons 1-12, friends to lovers, first-time, loss of virginity, grief, trauma, timeline of 8 year old!Hotch---Post CM!Hotch--please let me know if I am missing anything!

Sypnosis: Years have passed since you and Aaron Hotchner first crossed paths, but the connection you shared has never truly faded. In the wake of personal loss and career demands, your lives have taken different directions, leaving unresolved feelings and unspoken words lingering in the background. As fate pulls you back into each other’s orbit, you must navigate the delicate balance between duty, grief, and the possibility of rekindling something you thought was lost forever. In a world of danger, distance, and emotional walls, will you and Aaron finally confront the past—or let it slip away once more?

Aaron Hotchner was eight years old when he first met you. You were the new kid in Mrs. Parker’s third-grade class, standing nervously at the front of the room with your backpack clutched tight to your shoulders. From his desk in the middle of the room, Aaron gave you a small, encouraging smile, and something in your anxious expression softened.

As the weeks went by, Aaron made it his mission to make sure you felt welcomed. He was always the one to offer a smile, a joke, or a helping hand when you needed it. He'd pass you notes during math class, full of silly drawings or clever ways to remember formulas, making you laugh when you felt like you didn’t belong. You and Aaron became inseparable, spending recess huddled together, planning your next science project, or making up games on the playground.

When the science fair rolled around, there was no question who your partner would be. You and Aaron stayed up late at each other’s houses, surrounded by cardboard volcanoes and school supplies, arguing playfully over who got to make the 'lava' erupt. Those late nights were filled with whispered secrets and quiet giggles that only the two of you understood.

But just as life seemed to settle into a pattern, everything changed. Aaron’s parents decided he needed a different kind of education—a stricter environment to hone his potential. He was being sent to boarding school, far away from your small town and the life you both knew. The news hit like a punch to the gut, the kind that left you breathless and aching.

On his last day of school, you both sat on the swings, silent, the words you wanted to say trapped in your throat. Aaron finally turned to you, a sad smile on his face, and handed you a small note—his handwriting neat and careful as always. You opened it to see the words, "I’ll come back someday. Don’t forget me."

You nodded, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. "I won’t," you promised, squeezing his hand one last time before he let go. You watched him walk away, carrying that promise with him.

Time passed, and life carried you both in different directions. Aaron went off to boarding school and then to college while you buried yourself in your studies, eventually finding your passion for medicine. 

Aaron hadn’t crossed your mind in years—not in the way he used to, back when every recess felt like a lifetime you spent together. Time had a way of making memories feel softer like they belonged to someone else.

You heard bits and pieces about Aaron over the years, mainly through the grapevine. You knew he was still with Haley Brooks, the sweet girl who lived a block away from where he used to live. It seemed inevitable that they would end up together; she was the familiar face, the constant in his life when everything else kept changing.

It was a complete surprise when you walked into the library on your first day at college and saw him. Aaron Hotchner, sitting at a table with law books piled high, his face buried in a notebook, scribbling furiously. 

He looked different—older, more serious—but when he glanced up and saw you, his entire expression softened in that way it always had when he looked at you.

“Aaron?” you called out, tentative, like you weren’t sure if he would remember you.

His eyes went wide, and then his lips curved into that same slow smile you remembered from so many years ago. "I can’t believe it’s you," he said, standing up, his voice tinged with both disbelief and a quiet joy.

You two fell into step as though no time had passed, and soon, one cup of coffee turned into hours of catching up, late-night study sessions, and long walks across campus. You'd spend those evenings beneath the soft glow of street lamps, talking about everything and nothing, like you were making up for all the years you'd lost.

One night, during a quiet moment on a bench outside the library, Aaron turned to you, his eyes filled with a kind of wonder that made your heart skip a beat. 

“You know, I never thought I’d see you again,” he said softly, his voice laced with a mix of disbelief and gratitude. “I thought that part of my life was over, and then you just… walked back in.”

You gave him a small, shy smile, feeling the warmth of his gaze settle over you. 

“I didn’t think I’d see you again either,” you replied, your voice barely more than a whisper. “But I’m glad I did. It feels like fate, almost.”

He reached for your hand, hesitating for just a second before his fingers laced through yours. 

“I don’t think I realized how much I missed this—how much I missed you,” he admitted, his thumb gently brushing over the back of your hand. “You always had this way of making everything feel... right. Even when everything else is falling apart.”

You looked down at your intertwined hands, feeling like you were standing on the edge of something that could change everything. “You know,” you said, your eyes flicking up to meet his, “you’re different with me, Aaron. Softer, somehow. Like you’re letting me see the side of you that no one else gets to see.”

He smiled at that, a slow, tender smile that seemed to light up his whole face. “That’s because, with you, I don’t have to pretend,” he said quietly. “With you, I can just be... me.”

You knew why that was. You knew about his family, the chaos he rarely spoke of but never seemed to escape. His father’s harsh words, the impossible expectations, and the way Aaron had been forced to grow up too fast. He’d always been the parentified child—the one who had to hold it all together when everything around him was crumbling. 

With you, he didn’t have to be that. He didn’t have to be the protector, the caretaker, the one who was always in control. With you, he could just breathe.

Slowly, those study sessions turned into something more. There were late-night conversations that turned into soft laughter, the kind that echoed in the quiet hallways of the library when everyone else had gone home. 

Aaron started to lean closer, his arm brushing against yours, his gaze lingering just a moment too long on your lips. And then, one night, he finally closed the distance.

It was a gentle kiss, innocent and tentative, as if he was afraid to break the fragile moment you’d both created. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed, his breath mingling with yours in the cool night air. 

“I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I saw you again,” he whispered, his voice filled with that same vulnerability that he rarely let anyone see. “I just... didn’t know if I was allowed to.”

You laughed softly, your fingers still tangled in his. “You’re definitely allowed to,” you said, your voice cracking slightly with emotion. “I’ve been waiting for you to do that, too.”

Aaron looked at you then with an expression that you’d never seen on him before—like he was trying to memorize every detail of your face, like he couldn’t believe you were real. He cupped your cheek in his hand, his thumb gently stroking your skin. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he said softly. “You make everything feel a little less... heavy.”

It was a warm evening, the kind where the world felt impossibly still, as if time itself had slowed just for the two of you. Aaron had walked you back to your dorm, his hand loosely clasped around yours. There was a softness in his gaze, a quiet understanding that neither of you had to rush—that this moment was yours, untouched by the outside world.

He kissed you again, the same gentle, tentative way he had the first time, his lips brushing against yours like a secret only you two were allowed to share. But tonight was different. There was an unspoken sense that something more was waiting—something both of you wanted, but neither of you was certain how to name.

In the dim light of your room, surrounded by the stillness of night, Aaron’s hands found yours. He held them carefully, as if they were made of something delicate. There was a nervousness in the air, but it was the kind that comes when something sacred is about to be shared—when the weight of the moment is felt by both people, heavy with meaning and laced with the vulnerability of first love.

You were both so young, still discovering the world and yourselves, yet in that moment, everything felt beautifully simple. He kissed you again, this time with more confidence but no less care. His touch was light, and reverent, as though he wanted to be sure every movement was one you welcomed.

“I’ve never done this before,” you whispered, your voice soft but steady, your heart racing beneath your skin. There was no shame in the confession, just honesty, the kind you knew you could share with him because Aaron made you feel safe, like there was nothing you couldn’t say.

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his thumb brushing lightly over the back of your hand. 

“Neither have I,” he admitted, his voice low, filled with a tenderness you hadn’t heard from him before. His eyes, normally so guarded, were open—vulnerable in a way that made your heart ache with affection.

He kissed you again, slow and deliberate, and this time, it felt like you were crossing a threshold together, one you both understood was important. There was no rush, no urgency—just the two of you, wrapped in the quiet wonder of the moment. His hands traced the outline of your skin with a gentle reverence, as if he was trying to memorize every curve, every inch, not for possession, but for the deep respect he held for you.

When the time came, it wasn’t rushed or uncertain. It felt natural, like an unspoken promise made long before this night. Aaron moved with the same care he’d shown you in every other moment—thoughtful, kind, attuned to you in a way that made you feel like he was giving you all of him, not just physically, but in every sense.

There was no awkwardness, no fear—just warmth and quiet intimacy. Every touch, every soft sigh between you felt like a conversation, like a love letter written in the language of gentle movements and shared breath. It was the kind of first time you always hoped it would be—filled with tenderness and respect, with Aaron looking at you as if he couldn’t believe you were real, as if he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to share this moment with you.

When it was over, he didn’t pull away. Instead, he held you close, your bodies tangled together, his forehead resting against yours, his breath soft against your skin. The silence between you was comfortable, filled with the kind of peace that comes from knowing you’d just shared something sacred.

“I’m glad it was you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, but filled with a quiet certainty that made your heart swell.

You smiled, your fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw. “Me too,” you replied, and at that moment, you knew—no matter where life took you, this night would always be something you carried with you. Not because it was perfect, but because it was real. 

But even in those moments, when it felt like it was just the two of you against the world, you could see the shadows that lingered in his eyes. 

Traces of Haley, the girl who had once been his entire world, the love he wasn’t sure he could ever let go of. He tried to hide it, but you knew him too well. You saw the flicker of doubt, the unresolved feelings that haunted him.

One evening, as you both sat on the steps of the library, your fingers still intertwined, you knew you couldn’t ignore the truth any longer. You turned to him, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. 

“Aaron,” you said gently, your voice tinged with a sadness you couldn’t quite hide, “I need to know that you’re sure about this—about us.”

He blinked, his brow furrowing slightly as he looked at you, confusion and fear flickering across his face. 

“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I’m here with you, aren’t I?”

You forced a smile, trying to be brave even as your heart felt like it was breaking. “I know you’re here,” you said, squeezing his hand. “But I also know that part of you is still with her—with Haley. And I don’t think I can keep doing this if you’re not completely sure.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but you gently placed a finger against his lips, stopping him. 

“You deserve clarity, Aaron,” you said softly. “And I deserve someone who’s all in—someone who isn’t torn between two loves.”

His eyes filled with something that looked like pain, like he knew you were right but didn’t want to admit it. He reached up to hold your face in his hands, his touch trembling slightly. 

He sat silently for a moment, his fingers brushing over yours in a quiet, subtle gesture. There was no outpouring of emotion—only the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air between you. His gaze dropped to the ground, jaw tightening slightly as if he were battling something deep inside.

“I’m not good at this,” he said quietly, voice low and measured. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, steady but guarded, the calmness in his tone hiding the storm within. “I never have been.”

You held your breath, waiting. He didn’t pull you closer, didn’t let his voice betray the depth of whatever he was feeling. Instead, he allowed a small, rare vulnerability to slip through, in the only way Aaron Hotchner ever would.

“I made choices,” he continued, his voice carrying a quiet resignation. “And I’ll always stand by them.”

There was a pause, heavy with the years of unspoken history. His eyes softened, but his words were deliberate, cautious, as though each one had been carefully chosen before he spoke.

“But there are moments,” he admitted, barely above a whisper, “when I think about the path I didn’t take.”

The confession was understated—so much so that you almost missed it. But the weight of it was unmistakable. He didn’t need to elaborate. In his world, actions and silence often spoke louder than words.

You felt the familiar ache settle in your chest, knowing how difficult it was for him to even hint at such a thing. He wasn’t asking for forgiveness, nor was he asking for anything at all. This was Aaron’s way of telling you the truth, as much as he ever could, without unraveling the layers of control he’d spent a lifetime building.

“I’m not losing you,” you said softly, echoing his restraint. “I just need you to be sure.”

Hotch gave the smallest nod, his fingers brushing yours one last time before he let his hand fall away. He didn’t argue, didn’t try to convince you otherwise. It wasn’t in his nature to ask for what he thought he couldn’t have.

“Take care of yourself,” he said quietly, the walls slowly coming back up. And then, without another word, he stood, leaving behind only the lingering sense of something left unsaid.

Time flew by, but it also remained very still. 

Aaron sat at his dorm desk, the bright glow of the bulky computer monitor reflected back at him. His finger hovered over the “send” button on an email he had drafted to you—an apology, a confession, something to explain why he had been distant these past few weeks. But the words felt hollow, weighed down by a decision he wasn’t even sure he had made yet. 

The memory of late nights with you, laughing and sharing secrets, tugged at his mind, but it was Haley’s voice he heard on the phone, her quiet concern as she asked when he’d be home for the weekend.

He ran a hand through his hair, closing his eyes. The truth was, he didn’t know how to do this—how to love two people at once, how to give pieces of himself when all he ever knew was how to give everything. 

With you, things were easy, and natural, but Haley was his anchor. She had been with him through every transition, every change, and she made sense in a way that was rooted in the stability he so desperately needed. She was safe, familiar. And in the midst of law school deadlines and the ever-present pressure of his father’s expectations, safety was all he could cling to.

In the end, it wasn’t just about Haley. It was about the life he was building—one with clear lines and fewer unknowns. 

The future with her was already mapped out, and his career was beginning to demand more of him. With each step he took toward becoming the man everyone expected him to be, the further you seemed to slip away, like a path he couldn’t walk anymore. 

So, he stayed with Haley, not because the choice was easy, but because it was necessary.

As the years passed, you poured yourself into your medical career, using the long hours and the intensity of trauma surgery to distract from the parts of your life that felt unfinished. The grueling schedule left little time for anything else, and that was just the way you preferred it. 

Each day in the hospital was a whirlwind of emergencies—broken bones, life-threatening injuries, and critical surgeries that demanded your full attention. 

The moments of quiet reflection, where Aaron’s face would drift into your thoughts, were few and fleeting, quickly swallowed by the next crisis. 

Your dedication earned you respect among your colleagues, promotions you hadn’t even sought, but with every success, there was a growing realization that you had built this life to keep yourself too busy to remember the one you left behind.

There was a fire lit under you, one that the long hours and, at-times, gruesome themes of your day seemed to fuel. There was an intensity in your line of work, one that you knew if Aaron was still a part of your life, would understand and want to soak up every aspect of each detail.

You would occasionally bump into each other over the years—at alumni events, around town, or at the rare social gathering you both happened to attend. The encounters were always polite, your smiles a little too tight, the conversations clipped and guarded. 

You both kept it surface-level, never daring to dig deeper into what you truly wanted to say. You’d ask how each other’s studies were going and exchange updates about life, but never once did you talk about what had happened between you, about the unspoken feelings that still seemed to linger in the air. Haley often would be by his side, you could tell she was supportive of his dreams and choices. 

The hardest moment was one evening at a crowded bar, the air buzzing with laughter and clinking glasses. You were there with friends, trying to unwind after a long week, when you saw Aaron walk in. 

For a split second, your heart leapt at the sight of him—until you noticed Haley by his side, her arm looped casually through his, her smile bright and untroubled. The sight of them together was like a punch to the gut, a sharp reminder of the choice you’d made to let him go.

What ached even more was the glint of matching gold bands on each of their ring fingers. It felt… final. The kind of final that left no room for second chances or what-ifs. You couldn’t help but think about the moments you’d shared with Aaron—the late-night conversations, the way he used to look at you like you were his safe harbor in the storm of his messy life. And now, here he was, seemingly settled, with someone else wearing the title you’d never been brave enough to claim.

Before you could make a quiet escape, they spotted you. Aaron’s eyes met yours across the room, widening slightly in surprise, and then he offered you that familiar smile—a smile that was polite and practiced but carried a hint of something you couldn’t quite read. Regret, maybe. Or a sadness that neither of you would ever speak aloud.

“Y/N, it’s so great to see you!” Haley said warmly, her voice genuine and open. She didn’t know, of course—didn’t know about the brief, intense history you’d shared with Aaron, didn’t know how much seeing them together was breaking your heart all over again.

You exchanged pleasantries, smiling and nodding at the right moments, trying to keep your composure even as your insides twisted into knots. Aaron’s smile was there, polite and distant, but in his eyes, you saw something different—a flicker of the past, a glimpse of the man who had once held your hand like he was afraid to let go. He looked like he wanted to say something, like there were words caught on the edge of his tongue that he couldn’t let fall in front of Haley.

Haley, ever the gracious host of the moment, excused herself to grab their drinks from the bar, leaving you alone with Aaron for a brief, excruciating moment. The noise of the bar seemed to fade, leaving just the two of you in this small, fragile bubble of shared history.

Aaron’s gaze held yours for a second longer than it should have, his expression softening as if he were letting his guard down, if only for a heartbeat. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then he hesitated, his jaw tensing slightly. It was as if every word he wanted to say had gotten tangled in the space between his heart and his voice.

“It’s good to see you, Y/N,” he finally said, his voice almost a whisper. There was a distance in his tone, but also a trace of something he couldn’t quite hide—something raw, something aching. “You look… happy.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, forcing a smile that didn’t reach your eyes. 

“You too, Aaron,” you said, your voice faltering just a little. “You and Haley… you look perfect together.”

He didn’t say anything, just gave a small nod, the corners of his mouth twitching as if he wanted to protest, to say something real, something that wasn’t covered in layers of politeness. But instead, he just stood there, looking at you with eyes that seemed to carry the weight of everything left unspoken.

Haley returned with their drinks, her presence snapping Aaron back to the moment. He turned to her, his expression shifting instantly to something softer, more familiar—a version of himself that you hadn’t seen in a long time. As they walked away, laughing at something she said, you felt the sharp pang of regret settle deep in your chest. You couldn’t help but wonder—did you make a mistake all those years ago? Letting him go when you still had so much left to say?

Later that evening, in the quiet of their home, Haley turned to Aaron as they got ready for bed. Her smile from earlier had faded slightly, replaced by a hint of uncertainty that she tried to mask with a casual tone.

"She’s really beautiful, you know," Haley said, her voice light but carrying an edge that Aaron didn’t miss. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped in her lap, her gaze fixed on him as he unbuttoned his shirt.

Aaron paused, his movements slowing as he met Haley’s eyes. “Who?” he asked, though he knew exactly who she was talking about.

“Y/N,” Haley said, her voice a touch sharper now. “You two seemed close tonight. It was... almost like I was interrupting something.”

He let out a small sigh, more to himself than to her, and sat down next to her, his hands resting on his knees. "Haley," he started gently, “it’s not like that anymore. We’re just old friends.”

Haley turned to face him, her expression a mix of vulnerability and something else—fear, maybe, or insecurity. 

“Old friends?” she repeated, her voice barely masking the doubt. “Aaron, the way she looked at you—it didn’t seem like just ‘old friends.’ And I know you, Aaron. I know when you’re holding back.”

Aaron didn’t answer right away. He looked down at his hands, the silence between them heavy and complicated. He’d thought about this moment before wondered what it would be like to confront these feelings. 

“We had a past,” he admitted quietly, finally looking back at Haley. “She was important to me, and part of me never really let that go. But I chose you, Haley. I always chose you.”

Haley’s eyes softened for a moment, but there was still a flicker of pain in them, a hint of doubt that wouldn’t quite fade. “I always felt like I was competing with her, even when she wasn’t there,” Haley said, her voice quieter, more vulnerable. “Like you were with me because it was easy and safe, but with her... with her, it would’ve been something else.”

Aaron didn’t deny it; he couldn’t. He reached out and took her hand, holding it firmly. 

“You were never second best to me, Haley,” he said, his voice steady and sincere. “But back then, I wished—part of me wished she’d fought harder. I might have chosen differently if she’d asked me to. If she’d really asked me to stay,” Aaron paused, “But it never would have worked…it would have been a rash--impractical choice.”

Haley looked at him, a mixture of relief and hurt crossing her features, her grip tightening on his hand, like she was afraid to let go. 

And in that moment, Aaron knew that while he had chosen Haley, a part of him would always be haunted by the path he didn’t take, the one where you had asked him to choose you. And he would always wonder if you were the love that got away.

Years later, you found yourself deep into your medical internship, pulling grueling shifts at the hospital that left you bone-tired but determined. 

The last thing you expected was to cross paths with Aaron Hotchner again, especially on a day as monumental as the birth of his child.

You were on your way to check on another patient when you noticed a familiar figure pacing outside one of the maternity rooms. It was Aaron, but not as you remembered him. 

He looked different—older, more tired, but also lit up from within like he was holding the entire universe in his hands. His hair was slightly disheveled, and his tie was loosened around his neck, but there was a brightness in his eyes that you hadn't seen in years.

He stopped short when he saw you, his face a mix of exhaustion, surprise, and something softer—like he was relieved to see a familiar face in the chaos of the moment.

"Y/N?" he said, almost as if he couldn’t believe you were standing there.

“Aaron,” you said, offering him a gentle smile. 

The last time you’d seen him was under such different circumstances, and now here he was, a thousand emotions flickering across his face.

He let out a shaky breath, his eyes searching yours as if he needed to anchor himself to something real. 

“Haley just had the baby,” he said, his voice filled with awe and a hint of disbelief, as though he was still trying to wrap his mind around it. "It's a boy. His name's Jack."

Your heart softened at the mention of Jack, imagining Aaron as a father, this new role that seemed to suit him so perfectly. You knew how much he’d always wanted a family, how much he valued loyalty and protection, and now he had both those things wrapped up in this tiny new life.

A genuine smile spread across your face despite the tightness in your chest. “Congratulations, Aaron,” you said, your voice warm and sincere. “How’s Haley? How’s Jack?”

“They’re both perfect,” he said, but even as he said the words, you could see the turmoil beneath the surface—the way his mind was racing, already thinking of everything he needed to do to be the best husband and father he could be. He was still Aaron, always planning ahead, always trying to protect those he loved.

Without thinking, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him in a gentle hug. For a split second, you worried he might pull away, but instead, he let out a shaky breath and wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly. 

His grip was firm, like he needed this moment of connection as much as you did, like he was drawing strength from the familiarity of your embrace.

“You’re going to be a great dad, Aaron,” you whispered softly against his shoulder. “Jack’s so lucky to have you.”

He held you for a moment longer, and you felt the way his shoulders relaxed, just a bit, as if the weight of the world on them had lightened for a second. 

When he finally pulled back, he didn’t let go immediately. His hands lingered on your arms, his eyes locked onto yours, and there was something in his gaze that made your breath catch—a mix of gratitude, vulnerability, and something unspoken that neither of you dared to voice.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. He looked at you like he was memorizing the moment, like he didn’t want to forget the way it felt to have you close again.

You gave him a small, sad smile as he finally let his hands drop, the connection between you two still lingering in the air. For a moment, it felt like no time had passed, like you were the only two people in the world standing in that hospital corridor.

“I need to get back to them,” he said, his tone shifting instantly to the steady, composed one you were so familiar with. “Haley and Jack are waiting.”

The moment was gone, and his focus had returned to where it always was—his family. Even as you offered him a small smile, knowing that this was the man he had become, you could see that his world revolved around something far more important than any lingering emotions between you two.

He gave you a nod, something unspoken passing between you—an acknowledgment of the past, but nothing that could shift the priorities of the present. Without another word, he turned and left, his strides purposeful as he made his way back to his family, to the life he had chosen to protect above all else.

As you watched him walk away, you couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly he slipped back into his role—the one that mattered most. Aaron Hotchner wasn’t a man to be distracted, not when it came to the people who depended on him the most.

As you stood in that empty corridor, you tried to tell yourself that letting him go all those years ago had been the right choice—that he was exactly where he needed to be, with the family he’d always dreamed of. But even as you reminded yourself of that, you couldn’t shake the feeling of bittersweet longing, the ache of knowing that sometimes, the right choices still hurt the most.

A few days later, after yet another long shift at the hospital, you found yourself alone in the on-call room, your mind still buzzing with the image of Aaron holding his newborn son. The way he looked at you, the way his touch lingered—it all played on a loop in your head, refusing to let you rest.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you powered on your computer and began typing. You weren’t sure what you hoped to accomplish by reaching out to him, but the words poured out of you as if they’d been waiting all this time.

To: aaron.hotchner@fbi.gov Subject: It Was Good to See You

Hi Aaron,

I know it's been a while since we last spoke, but seeing you at the hospital the other day brought back a lot of memories. I just wanted to say that I'm so happy for you and Haley. Jack is lucky to have you as his dad—I always knew you’d be incredible at that.

I’m not really sure what I’m trying to say here, or why I’m even writing this, to be honest. Maybe it’s just that seeing you again reminded me of a time when things were simpler, or maybe I just wanted to reach out because I didn’t get the chance to say everything I wanted to that day.

I know our lives took us in different directions, and I’m glad you’ve found so much joy with your family. But I guess a part of me will always wonder what might have been if things had turned out differently.

Anyway, I hope you’re doing well, and that fatherhood is everything you hoped it would be. I won’t keep you, I just—well, I just wanted to let you know that I’m really glad we crossed paths again, even for a moment.

Take care, Aaron.

Best, Y/N

You hesitated for a long moment, staring at the words you’d typed, debating whether to hit send. There was a part of you that was terrified of what this email might mean—how it might complicate things, reopen old wounds that had never fully healed. But there was another part of you, the part that had seen that familiar look in Aaron's eyes at the hospital, that knew you couldn’t keep silent any longer.

With a deep breath and a leap of faith, you clicked "send" before you could second-guess yourself. As the email disappeared from your screen, you felt a strange mix of relief and vulnerability wash over you, like you’d just opened a door you weren’t sure you were ready to walk through.

You didn’t know how Aaron would react when he saw your name in his inbox, or if he’d even reply at all. But you knew that at that moment, you couldn’t hold back anymore. You had to reach out, even if it was just to say that you hadn’t forgotten, that you never really let go.

What you didn’t know was that when Aaron read your message later that night, sitting alone in his dimly lit office, the weight of your words hit him harder than he expected. He read each line with a mix of longing and regret, feeling the past rush back to him in a way that made his chest tighten.

He wanted to respond, to tell you that seeing you again had stirred up all the emotions he’d buried for the sake of moving forward. But he hesitated, his fingers hovering over the keyboard, because he wasn’t sure he could say what he really felt—not when his life was still so complicated, still so tied to the promises he’d made to Haley and Jack.

There was a part of him that completely shamed himself for even wanting to keep the door open with you. It was not if he was still waiting by the open entryway, but something was comforting knowing it was ajar. 

But he knew one thing for certain: seeing you at the hospital that day had made him realize that some doors never really close. And no matter how far life pulled you both apart, there was always a part of him that would find its way back to you.

And so he saved your email, tucked it away in the corner of his heart where he kept all the things he wasn’t ready to face. But he kept it, just like he kept that old photo of you two on his bookshelf at the BAU—a reminder of the love that never really went away.

And though he didn’t reply, he knew, deep down, that one day he would. He had to.

Because this time, he didn’t want to let you go.

Time passed and you’d finally established yourself as a respected doctor, life had taken you far from the familiar places where you and Aaron once crossed paths. 

You were working at a renowned hospital across the country, building your career in a place far from the echoes of your shared past. You'd settled into this new life, convincing yourself that the memories of Aaron Hotchner were just that—memories locked away in a chapter you’d closed long ago.

But late at night, when the world was quiet, and you found yourself alone with a few too many glasses of wine, the memories would come rushing back. 

You’d think about Aaron—about the way he used to smile at you, the warmth of his touch, the late-night conversations that felt like they could change everything. You’d wonder where he was and what he was doing if he ever thought of you the way you still thought of him--why he never answered your email.

In those moments, you couldn’t help but feel like the universe had let something slip through your fingers, like you’d lost a piece of yourself you could never entirely replace.

It had only been a few months since his divorce was finalized, but Aaron Hotchner’s mind wasn’t just on the past he’d left behind with Haley. It was on you—the email you’d sent, the memories that kept resurfacing late at night when the world went quiet.

One evening, after hours at the BAU, Hotch found himself in Garcia’s tech-filled lair. She looked up, surprised to see him, especially at that hour.

“Sir?” she asked, her cheerful tone softening as she picked up on his serious demeanor.

He hesitated, fingers tapping lightly on the edge of her desk. “Garcia... could you look someone up for me?”

Garcia blinked, her curiosity piqued. “Of course. Just name the person.”

"Y/N L/N," he said quietly, the name falling softly from his lips. “We went to college together. I’m just... curious where she is now.”

Garcia’s hands hovered over the keyboard, her usual enthusiasm tempered by the weight of his request. She could tell from his tone that this wasn’t a casual inquiry. “Got it, sir,” she said, quickly typing the name into her system. “What do you want to know?”

“Just... how she’s doing.” His voice was quieter than usual, laced with an undercurrent that hinted at more than mere curiosity.

A few moments passed as Garcia sifted through information, her screens flashing with data. After a beat, she spoke, her voice soft, almost hesitant. “Looks like she’s doing really well, actually. She’s a doctor now. Trauma surgeon. She’s worked at some big hospitals.” 

Hotch’s eyes flickered, something tightening in his chest. You were no longer close by--off across the country, living a completely separate life. One he was fully realizing he knew nothing about. 

Garcia continued, sensing the weight of her words. “No social networking accounts, but a few mentions in medical journals and hospital reports. Seems like she’s been doing some important work. Looks like she’s running the show over there.”

Hotch nodded, trying to process the flood of information. A part of him felt a strange sense of pride at how far you’d come, but there was also a quiet ache—a reminder of how much time had passed, how much you’d both changed.

Garcia glanced up, watching him closely. “I could dig deeper if you want,” she offered gently, unsure if she should ask more.

“No,” Hotch said quickly, shaking his head. “That’s enough. Thank you, Garcia.”

As he turned to leave, Garcia watched him, biting back the questions swirling in her mind. She’d never seen Hotch so affected by a simple request. Whatever history the two of you shared, it was clear it still lingered in the quiet corners of his life.

“Sir,” she called after him, her voice softer than usual. “If you ever need to talk about it... you know where to find me.”

Hotch gave her a small nod, acknowledging her kindness but not yet ready to let his guard down. “Thanks, Garcia.”

As he walked away, he couldn’t shake the thoughts of you from his mind. You were close—closer than he’d ever imagined—and yet, the years between you felt like a chasm he wasn’t sure how to cross.

It was a cold, rainy afternoon when he walked into your life again. You were deep into your rounds when you saw him standing at the end of the hall—tall, composed, his FBI badge clipped to his belt and his expression sharp with focus. 

He looked different now—older, more world-weary, with a gravity about him that spoke of everything he’d seen, everything he’d endured. He’d been through a divorce; you knew that much. You'd heard whispers about it through mutual acquaintances, the news traveling back to you like a ghost from the past.

He was there to interview one of your patients, a victim in a high-stakes investigation, the kind of case that left a wake of devastation. 

You watched as he spoke to his team, his words calm and precise, every movement controlled. But then his gaze shifted, and when his eyes met yours, something in his expression softened. 

For a moment, it was like you were back in college again—two people who once knew every secret of each other’s hearts.

“Y/N,” he said, the sound of your name on his lips pulling you out of the haze of memory. There was a flicker of something in his eyes—surprise, relief, and a warmth that chased away the storm clouds that seemed to follow him everywhere.

“Aaron,” you replied, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “What brings you to this side of the country?”

He let out a small, almost rueful laugh, a sound you hadn’t heard in years. “Work, as always,” he said, a hint of resignation in his voice. “Seems like it never stops.”

You nodded, searching his face for traces of the man you used to know. “You look... different,” you said softly. “Older. Tired, maybe. But it suits you.”

He raised an eyebrow, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. “That’s not exactly a compliment, but I’ll take it,” he teased, his eyes twinkling with the faintest hint of mischief. Then, more seriously, he added, “You, on the other hand, look exactly the same. Like time hasn't touched you at all.”

A small laugh escaped your lips, and for a second, the years seemed to fall away. 

“You always were a terrible liar,” you said, shaking your head slightly, but there was a softness in your voice that hinted at something more—something neither of you was quite ready to name.

There was a moment of silence between you, the kind that was heavy with words left unsaid. He looked like he wanted to say something, to bridge the gap between the person he was now and the person he used to be when he was with you. But then, just like always, duty called, and he had to turn back to the demands of the case.

When the investigation finally wrapped up, you found yourself alone in the break room, the hum of the vending machine the only sound in the otherwise quiet space. You were reaching for a cup of coffee when you saw it—Aaron’s business card tucked carefully under your mug. 

His number was scribbled on the back in neat handwriting, with a simple note: Call me sometime if you want to catch up. –Aaron

You stared at the card for a long time, tracing the letters of his name with your fingertips, the feel of the paper grounding you in a reality you hadn’t quite expected. Your mind was a whirl of memories—of late-night study sessions, of the way his hand felt when it held yours, of every stolen glance and every smile that hinted at something just out of reach.

You felt a pang in your chest, a longing you’d tried to bury long ago but was now resurfacing with a vengeance. You knew that if you called him, it wouldn’t just be about catching up. It would be about opening doors that you thought you’d closed for good. It would be about facing the fact that, even after all these years and all the distance between you, some part of you had never really let him go.

As you slipped the card into your pocket, you felt a mix of hope and fear, like standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing that if you jumped, there’d be no going back. You looked down at the number, knowing that one call could change everything, that this could be the start of something or the end of whatever you’d been holding onto all these years.

Before you could overthink it, the door to the break room opened, and Aaron walked in, his eyes locking onto yours like he was searching for something—some kind of answer.

“I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye,” he said quietly, his voice low and intimate in the small space. He stepped closer, his gaze never leaving your face. “I meant it, you know. About calling me.”

You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest. “You think about the past often?” you asked, your voice gentle but with an edge of vulnerability you couldn’t quite hide.

He looked at you, the kind of look that seemed to strip away all the years, all the distance between you. “More than I probably should,” he admitted, his voice a little rough around the edges. “I think about you more than I should.” His words were simple, but the intensity behind them was anything but.

You felt your breath hitch, your pulse quickening at the confession. The yearning in his eyes was unmistakable, a mirror of your own feelings that you’d been too afraid to voice. And in that moment, you both knew that this wasn’t the end—it was just the beginning of something that had always been waiting for the right moment to come to life.

It was now, when the world was so chatoic for Aaron--Haley and Jack in protective custody and a killer out there tormenting his every move, he could use an anchor like you. He meant every word he said. He wanted you to call. He couldn’t share this information with you, but he hoped this card was the olive branch…the white flag waving for where he couldn’t place words. 

Before he turned to leave, he reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering just a second longer than necessary. 

“Take care, Y/N,” he said softly, and the way he said it felt like a promise, like he was telling you that this wasn’t goodbye, not really.

You watched him walk away, and this time, you felt different. This time, you knew you held his number in your pocket, the promise of a future that might finally align with the pieces of your past.

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stylenny x gender neutral reader

You're a senior in college during your final semester, but you find out that you're dangerously close to failing a class that you need to graduate. Lucky for you (or unlucky, depending on how you look at it) you get paired up with a tutor.

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Friday at 12:45 pm

The tiny office was just as dingy as it was dim, and you were pretty sure if  you took a black light to the floor you’d see the outline of a body. Between the awkward silence and the repetitive noise of her overgrown acrylics tapping against her keyboard connected to the monitor that looked like it clawed its way out of the nineties, you were going insane. You cleared your throat to break the silence, but it came out more as a strangled growl. Lucky for you, the woman took the bait, she paused and looked up at you as if you just ruined her day. “Well, as I said, if you don’t pass this class, you won’t graduate this semester.” You briefly debated if the fall from the miniscule window to your right would do the job. “Well, is there any way that I can fix it? Y'know.. have an underdog moment?”  You tried to joke, hoping to see the tight lipped frown crack even a fraction of a smile. Instead, your advisor turned back to her computer silently, the annoying tapping resuming once again. “It’s possible, you would have to have to get at least a 70% on every homework and quiz, and at least a 75% on the final. So, it’s do-able.” You perked up slightly at that, a flicker of hope in your eyes, then you unceremoniously slumped back down. You weren’t failing because you were lazy, you were failing because you’re fucking abysmal at math. So much for that dream. As if your inner turmoil finally breached the seemingly impenetrable walls of this 56 year old woman from New Jersey, she sighed. “Since you’re in trouble for failing this class for the second time in a row, you’re now considered to be in danger of being put on academic probation. Which means we must provide you with a tutor.” You perked up once again. “Tutor? That could be good.” At the very least, if someone who could actually understand whatever the fuck you’re being taught is helping you, you just might have some hope after all. The woman grabbed a blank notecard, scribbling on it quickly. “This is your assigned tutor. You must meet with him twice a week, which he will have to report back to university so we will know if you skip sessions. His name and email are written on that card, so contact him to set up appointments starting next week.” You shoved the notecard in your pocket as you adamantly nodded, listening to her spiel and absentmindedly folding a corner of the notecard between your fingers. Once she finished talking she turned away from you, dialing a number on her phone and shooing you away with her free hand.

Friday at 1:23 pm

You pulled open the door to the lecture hall, briefly scanning the room for the perfect place to sit. Deciding on a row just close enough to the middle for you to hear, but far enough to the back that your row wouldn’t fill up. You plopped yourself down into your chair, pulling out your laptop and notebook. Out of the corner of your eye, red curls bounced slightly as they descended down the stairs. You looked up, eyes tracking the owner of the curls who found a seat 3 rows from the front. Kyle Broflovski, psychology major and vice president of the student government, but more importantly, he was the only thing that made you excited to come to class. ‘Intro to Ethics’ had nothing to do with your major, but it was one of the only available classes that filled one of the random credits that you needed to graduate. ‘Speaking of graduation, you should probably email your tutor in hopes of avoiding being a college dropout.’ However, your moment of proactiveness was interrupted as your professor entered the room, immediately diving into the daily trolley problem ice breaker. “Your two choices are a mom and her two toddlers or a homeless man and his pet dog.”

Friday at 3:10 pm

“So you’re not going to graduate?” Your roommate asked, not looking up from his computer and aggressively clicking the right button on his mouse. “Possibly! My advisor says that I can still pass the class if I lock in and get like, 70% on the assignments and 75% on the final.” You slump down, face first into his bed. “That’s not that bad! What class is it, again?” Evan asked, cursing his teammates under his breath as he mashed a button on his keyboards. “Calc two” Evan didn’t respond for a moment, movements getting faster before coming to a victorious halt, the win cutscene enveloping his screen. “Oh yeah, you’re fucked. You’re shit at math.” You groaned, wishing for the bed to swallow you whole. “I know! My only hope is..” You gasped and sat up. “I gotta go.” You sped walked out of the room, closing your roommate’s door behind you, and crossed the hall in favor of your own bedroom. You grabbed your laptop from your bag, rifling through your pockets before you sit on your bed. Once you completed the 17-step verification and 3 riddles that your school requires to simply log into your university email, you unfolded the notecard. “You’re fucking lying.” Written on the note card in cursive with dark green ink read: 

‘Kyle Broflovski Email: KB71297@dsu.edu’

Tuesday at 4:52 pm

You checked your hair in the dirty mirror of the campus library bathroom, exhaling a shaky breath. After reaching out to Kyle, you’d set up a time for 5:00 pm on Tuesdays and Thursdays. “Fuck it.” You swiveled on your heels, exiting the bathroom and heading for the booth against the windows. You had arrived embarrassingly early, 4:29 pm, to be exact. But, it was a good thing you did, because you had spent the last 20 minutes cursing your ancestors for letting this happen. You sat in the booth, doing the awkward little shuffle thing to get situated, staring down at the homework you were going to be working on. "What the hell does McLaurin Series even mean?” As you muttered profanities about the worksheet in front of you, soft footsteps entered your field of hearing. “Y/N?” You looked to your left and you were greeted with the bittersweet arrival of Kyle Broflovski. “Yes, that’s me.” ‘Jesus, conversationalist much?’  He grins, sliding into the other side of the booth across from you. “Hey, aren’t you in my ethics class?” He prompted as he pulled things out of his messenger bag. “Oh, you have Mr. Wilcox too?” You said, mentally high fiving yourself for attempting to stay nonchalant, even though you were very aware of his presence in your class. A few moments of silence went by as Kyle set up his supplies. “It says here we’re doing Calculus two?” You nodded, silently. “Cool. Calculus is actually one of my specialty areas! Now, let’s see the homework you brought.” You two dove into the study session, mostly built up of him explaining things to you as you prayed that how fast your heart was beating wasn’t showing on your face. ‘He looks so pretty when he talks.’ You could probably get a bachelor's degree in 3 weeks if Kyle explained all of the subjects to you. He was like a work of art to behold. The slight bouncing of his curls when he’d move his head, the nearly invisible freckles littering his face, the single dimple that showed when he smiled, there was so much to observe. 

At some point he instructed you to try the rest of the problems by yourself, silently clicking on his laptop whilst you worked. It took you a bit, but once you finished, you put your pencil down and scanned your work. “I, uh, I think I'm done.” He looked up from his laptop with a small smile. “Okay, let me see.” You placed the paper into his outreached hand, observing him as his eyes scanned over the paper. For some reason the pressure felt more intense than it was, making your heartbeat quicken. “Yeah! You did it! The only thing is; for number 4, you forgot to drop the negative. Other than that, you did great!” You smiled at him, face heating softly. “Thanks.” Before you could say anything further, Kyle’s phone began to buzz with an alarm. “Oh! That’s our time! I’ll see you next week Y/n.” He smiled, packing his things, prompting you to do the same.

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Cian, the best of the worst (Chapter 1)

A little idea I had for a while, this has kind of a weird cut off so I might rewrite and repost it later on

(this is about GN!reader being Cian's kid)

Cian Lynch was made by @sanityshorror

Growing up with your dad hadn’t always been easy, but the good outweighed the bad. Since your mother had mysteriously disappeared when you were only a baby. Your father, Cian, took on the responsibility of a single parent. Though he was very busy, he did all he could to care for you. Doing his best to raise you into the well mannered and mostly responsible 12 year old you were today.

Being that oh-so-responsible pre-teen, you now took it upon yourself to take care of yourself on days that your dad couldn’t. Those days had been happening more often recently. Your dad would drown himself in work, which led to stress, which led to more drowning, but instead of it being work, it was alcohol. 

Your dad wasn’t an alcoholic though! Alcoholics were cruel and violent! So obviously, your dad wasn’t an alcoholic because HE wasn’t violent or cruel! He never screamed or hit you like other alcoholic fathers! In fact, he wouldn’t even drink in front of you majority of the time! He’d simply lock himself in his room the majority of the day, to sober up, leaving you to your own devices, which you thought was a good way to develop independence. You’d be responsible now, so you didn’t have to depend on others later.

And even when your father did drink, it didn’t bother you. You had grown up with that lingering smell of beer and wine, and the uncomfortable crunch of peanut shells under your feet. So it wasn’t that bad. You had gotten used to it. So it didn’t feel any out of the ordinary when your father came home from work with a brown paper bag in hand and headed straight to his room before you could say hi.

You went and knocked on your dad’s door, speaking to him through it.

���Hi dad”

There was a moment that passed, you thought for a moment he didn’t hear you. 

“How was your day today?” You asked a little louder, hoping he’d hear you this time. 

You heard a small shifting of bed sheets come from inside and then your father’s quiet voice.

“Oh the usual…very busy today. I’ll be out in an hour to make dinner, alright?”

You answer positively, “Okay! Want me to knock on your door when it passes?”

“No, that’s alright, I’ll watch the clock.”

You answer with an “Okay” and head back to your room. You loved the days where Cian would make dinner. He was a great cook and was able to make something delicious out of only a couple of ingredients when money wasn’t coming in as steady. Luckily, the money had been coming in in a steady flow so today the food would taste extra good.

Sitting on your bed and starting on your math work, you catch a glimpse at the failed math quiz your dad was supposed to sign a week ago. Your dad had been so stressed lately, you didn’t want to pile even more things for him to worry about so you had kept it in your bag so he could sign it later. Unfortunately, you had lost track of time and the due date for when you were supposed to turn it in had passed yesterday, but your teacher hadn’t mentioned it to you in class so you figured you could put it off for just one more night.

An hour had passed by the time you were halfway done with your homework. Though, your dad hadn’t left his room to cook dinner yet. You decided to give him another 20 minutes……and then another…..and…another.

Your dad hadn’t left his room for a good 2 hours now and you were hungry. 

You sigh and get up from your bed and go back down the hall to your dad’s room to press your ear against the door.

“Dad?”

You hear a soft snoring sound from the other side. 

You decide to knock on the door with a little bit more force than needed.

“Dad? Are you still going to make dinner?”

You hear a shifting of blankets and a creak of the bed frame, then the heavy sound of your dad walking across the room and opening the door. 

The moment the door opened, the tangy smell of beer and wine hit you in the face with force. Your nose scrunched as you looked up at your dad. He was a tall and muscular man with thick curly strawberry blonde hair that went just a little ways past his shoulders and bright blue eyes.

You were told by one of your father’s work friends that he looked almost exactly like your grandfather.

“You’re still making dinner, right?”

Your father raised a brow and nodded. “Of course,”. You and your dad went to the kitchen and your father started grabbing everything that would be needed for dinner. 

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Day 12 of better me✨

Today (16-1-25)I studied 6 hours 30 mins. Today i woke up late at 9:30 am.Then had 2 hrs study session where I completed ◑Chemistry chapter 1 ◑Math Hw.

Then after 3 back to back classes I came home and after being lazy for hours, I sat at 8 pm and completed ; ◑chemistry class note review. ◑Math 9(B), note (22 pages 🥲)

And that's all take almost 4 am. Although wanted to do a all nighter but had class at 10 am🥹

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A background detail in the books that facinates me is that the Foxes were on the verge of being dismantled. And by detail I mean that it's a fact so widely known that we hear about it from chapter 1, just as passive knowledge Neil has before even dreaming of playing with them.

It ends up staying fairly background because Neil has... Bigger worries, but it is very much present for the whole series. There are plenty of descriptions of how Palmetto thought the Foxes would breathe life into the town; How Wymack lives practically alone in one of the apartment complexes built out of the expectation.

For four years, the Foxes placed dead last, and if they do it again, they ARE getting demoted from Class I. Of the original team, there was only Seth left. And if you do the math, that means that people were leaving up until the semester before TFC begins, because there are nine players including Kevin, who was an assistant coach, and Neil is replacing another recruit. Seth's death brings them down to nine again, and the ERC's response to that is to start a discussion on whether the minimum number of players should go up to 12. If it weren't for the intervetion of Coach Rhemann, they would have gotten disqualified anyway when Andrew went to Easthaven. PSU was against signing the girls, and both the university and the ERC fought back against making Dan captain.

They are not only fighting for their lives out here, they are straight up losing.

That puts a lot of things into perspective, I think. For one, I think it really explains a lot about Kevin's relationship to the Foxes. Like, imagine knowing your second – your last – chance at a life is under threat, and out of nowhere, the best player in your league offers to help you. And then he does it by saying all the effort you've made up until now was useless, that all your fighting wasn't enough. I'd resent him too.

It also says very interesting things both about who Wymack is as a person and exactly how big of a deal he must have been as a player, that he keeps facing these incredible odds and getting just one more chance. And even when he knows he's running out of strings to pull, he keeps on, because "one more chance" is what his team is supposed to be about anyway.

And then they turn around and not only break their own records by making past the first rounds, they go all the way up and dethrone the undefeated champion of their league for first place. It's no wonder not even they believed they could do it.

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Just a bet.... Chapter 1

Boring, that's how I describe math class, the teacher shits on us for not remembering the formula for x or whatever she is blabbering about.

let me explain how college works for me, There are always groups of everything and clubs for anything, for example, the soccer majors, you know the leaders there are amazingly fit and all, all the girls there want them for their own, but that's not how it works in here then you have the dance majors  who are incredibly sexy because the way they move is so ugh.....and music majors hot af, science majors they are actually the funniest and smartest of all the uni, theater majors, dramatic af, psychology majors they only read your mind and always so nosy in whatever is going around because they are 'trying to understand whats going on in their heads so they can solve it ', law majors super gossips, and more, you know at the end it's a university and there is lots of stuff to study. 

My name is Y/n and I'm a law major currently in my 2nd year here, but I really don't have friends, just being around so many people is not a good influence all the time but people talk to me sometimes ( when they need something from you)  some girls in my major are amiable and cute so maybe they are not a bad influence.

"Y/n" Yuna screamed my name from across the class making people look at her and then at me, as she walked towards me with her friend group: Tzuyu, Mina, and Lia.

"hey girl you still up for studying in the library?" "Sure" you answered remembering that they invited you to study yesterday for a group project. you stand up and follow them out of the class to change your path to go to your locker, as you put your stuff away you hear loud laughs and teasing between a group of boys passing through the hallways behind you, the sassy, fun, amiable guys at the school, the popular Boys they are pretty chill but of course, they have there bad shit like hookups during the week with different girls and then leaving them heartbroken after

Seugmin is a baseball major he pretty cool ngl, then there is Lee Know a dance major, Felix in computer science major, Han, Chanbing, and Bang Chan are Music majors but they also studying something else Han is in a Scientific major and Chanbing is in Economics Chan is in Business and then there's  I.N who also studies law and Hyunjin who is in soccer major and Accounting.

"Y/nnnnnnn" Hyunjin comes running toward me with a cute smile and a wobbly run and grabs me from my shoulders moving me side to side as I almost lose balance "What do you want Hwang?" I said annoyed because he only talks to me to annoy me or ask me for something, like last time...

Flashback* 

"Y/nnnnnn," he says screaming from the end of the hallway as I turn to him and say, "What Hwang?" I looked dead into his eyes "Oh don't be mean to me you love me" he said dramatically" " I just wanted to borrow 20 bucks please" he begged "For what?" he stayed silent and said "Well I bet Han that he couldn't fit his whole hand in his mouth and he did it but now it's stuck so Lee know is taking to the hospital, but now I owe that dumb fuck 20 bucks and I didn't bring cash with me, so please have mercy with this beautiful soul in front of you"he pouted his lips and gave the puppy eys as he almost kneeled down "fine! you better give them back tomorrow or you dead meat" I warned him as he left smiling and blowing a kiss at me jokingly 

End of Flashback*

"So... I bet I.N to do karaoke night yesterday at his house and I would've done his statistics homework but now I'm too tired to do it and it has Law examples, you and he study that so can I please copy yours for him" he pouted his lips as I sighed and open my locker to give him my notebook "thank you so much I owe you so much girl," he said screaming and running towards his next class as I got to mine.

12:05 pm 

it was lunchtime time so I went out to a cafe to get myself caffeine for the rest of the day and a chicken sandwich "That will be 14.99" the cashier said to me as I opened my wallet to get my card "I'll pay for that" a man next to me swiped his card for my order before I could even say anything "ok perfect please wait on the line and your stuff will be here soon" the girl said with a smile and left.

the man looked at me and smiled "Chan?" I asked confused as to why he was there and why he paid for my order "Hey, what up?" he said casually as he leaned against the table  "Can I get the same please?" he said to the cashier as he paid his stuff, "umm why did you pay for my things? I was going to do it" I told him while he smiled and told me "You Hyujins friend right? Y/n?"

I looked at him suspiciously and said "Yes and no I'm not giving homework for free" "Technically is not free, I just paid for your meal, but I'm not here for any favours no worries" He said as we took a seat in one of the tables, I ate my food feeling weird cause wtf do he want now? " so is there anything you need?" I said and he looked taken back at my comment that yeah... it was kinda rude.

"no nothing I just saw you were a good friend of Hyunjin's and you seem like a fun friend to have around, so I wanted to be friends with you too," he says smiling at me as I looked confused at him "Plus you're cute," he says with a little smirk appearing in his face "No seriously what do you need?" I said a bit annoyed by his comment and he just chuckled "Nothing relax I just want to be friends, as I said you look like a fun girl" he said as we continued eating, and then before I was finished someone entered the cafe "Chan my man" they fist bombed as the other male sits " hi in Han, your Hyujins friend right?" "OK, what does Hyunjin need now? cause this is weird"

"what do you mean? can we just talk to you?" Han said as he looked offended by my feistiness, I put my head down in shame but you can't trust these guys, they are always up to no good, as I tried to finish my food and just replied to their questions and small talk I got up and picked my stuff "ok I need to go, class is going to start soon, it was nice meeting you all" "let me take you to class" Chan said as he got up to accompany me but I stopped him before anything else "oh you don't have to don't worry I have to go to the library to study anyways" "I was heading there, lets study together" he said keeping up with me as I walked " I have a project with the girls so you will be stuck listening to us, so if your planning to pay attention to what your studying then I recommend to study in another table, they can be loud sometimes" " no worries I would like to learn what you know" he smiles as he follows me, why is he acting as he knew me since forever? doesn't he know that he looks like a creep who is about to kidnap a 23 female or what?.

[edusquaremaths]

Q4 Exercise1.1 I Class 12 Maths NCERT Chapter 1 Relations and Functions | NCERT solutions

NCERT Class 12Chapter: Relations and FunctionsExercise 1.1 Question 4: Show that the relation R in R defined as R = {(a, b) : a ≤ b}, is reflexive and transitive but not symmetric.

[zialltops]

East Side Of Sorrow

Word Count: 76,093

Chapters: 16/22

Rating: Explicit

Warnings/tags: Minor underage, no piv till 18, Graphic Descriptions of Violence, loss of virginity, older man/younger woman, reader is 17-18, Joel is 49-50, asphyxiation, voyeurism, face slapping, knife play, mask wearing, somnophilia, breeding kink, slow burn, murder mystery

Summary: It started at one of two points when you were sixteen, but for the life of you, you cant recall which came first. All you know, is a defining moment led you to the stark realization that you didn’t like the boys you sat beside in math class, weren’t interested in the seniors on the football field under Friday night lights—you didn’t want to dance with a boy at your high school prom, or have your first kiss under the bleachers.

You wanted a man.

Chapter List & Links

1. Summertime’s Close

2. Hey Driver

3. Fear & Fridays

4. Spotless

5. Ticking

6. Tourniquet

7. Smaller Acts

8. Jakes Piano - Long Island

9. Jakes Piano - Long Island (Part 2)

10. Tradesman

11. Nine Ball

12. Deep Satin

13. Sarah’s Place

14. Darling

15. The Outskirts

16. The Good I'll Do

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[noiriarti]

The Arrangement: Armitage Hux x Reader (College AU) Ch. 3

Summary: A cuddle-buddies-to-lovers college AU.

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, [Ch. 3], Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6

Chapter 3: Four Knocks

He felt even more fucked the next morning. He had promised himself he would not fall asleep with you there, and instead spend the night on the couch. But he wanted five more minutes. And so he five-more-minutes-ed his way into falling asleep remarkably quickly. Unlike most other nights, he didn't wake up tossing and turning, or stare at the ceiling and beg for sleep to come. But that was a problem.

When he woke up, it wasn't to his blaring alarm clock. The room was silent, apart from the sound of your breathing. Right. Your breathing. He was in bed. With you. Maybe five more minutes wouldn't hurt. As he drifted off, he saw the clock he kept on his desk. It was fucking noon.

Armitage had very regimented days, and sleeping in until noon was not part of the plan. He usually loved days crammed with activities and tasks. They kept him on target, made sure he achieved all his goals, and prevented him from thinking too carefully about what he really wanted in life. Today, however, he found himself wanting to do none of his usual routine. He'd already slept through orgo and the gened he shared with Phasma--did it really matter if he didn't do his stupid MCAT flashcards?

After laying there for over half an hour, in and out of sleep while still holding you, he decided he should probably wake you. The very thought seemed cruel; you were so angelic like this, the frizzes in your hair caught by the morning light, your lips parted just so. Your hand had gotten under his at some point in the night, and he tentatively rubbed a gentle circle with his thumb over your knuckles. 

But he really should wake you, he reasoned. Armitage said your name and squeezed your hand (and decided not to process that he was holding your hand), but you didn't shift. He repeated himself, louder this time, and then again, which drew a groan from you.

"I'm up, I'm up," you grumbled. You shifted under his arm, turning around to face him with your eyes still closed. He found himself almost smiling at you, so clearly pretending.

"Alright, then open your eyes," he teased. You produced some sort of noise, obviously displeased, but opened your eyes to look at him.

"The good news is you got plenty of sleep, but the bad news is that it's 12:30," he said. Your eyes widened, and you bolted upright in bed and cursed, looking for your phone, or a clock, or something to prove him wrong. He was, unfortunately, completely correct, which meant that you had missed one class, and half of another. Goodbye, sweet attendance points.

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it now. Besides, I'm in Discrete Math and Algorithms with one of my friends, Dopheld, and he can send me the notes," you said. The silence hung between you for a few seconds. "Want some breakfast? I mean, lunch? ...Brunch?" Armitage nodded, and you hopped out of his bed to go back to your room and change.

Ten minutes later, he found you in the kitchen, making yourself an obscenely large bowl of Lucky Charms. You offered the box to him, and he hesitated. Usually, he ate two cups of Greek yogurt with rolled oats, a teaspoon of honey, and fruit, if someone else hadn't eaten it already. Lucky Charms were calorically inefficient, according to his stepmother Maratelle.

Fuck it. He poured the cereal into the bowl and covered it with milk, then went to perch on the couch. Millie, who had spent the night somewhere around your feet, came up to lay next to him. Gwen had sent him a couple of texts asking where he was, and then just sent her notes when class had ended. While drunk on wine, once, he had bitched to her about how little sleep he got, and, since then, she had been buying him melatonin gummies and encouraging him to sleep through his early morning classes. You deserve it, she said, although Armitage wasn't sure he "deserved" anything, really. Working hard was the entire reason he came here.

You sat down next to him, thighs touching again, and ate your cereal with a vicious speed. By the time you finished, he was barely a quarter of the way through, so you got up and made yourself another bowl. Between mouthfuls, you determined you would be the first to speak.

"So, we should probably talk," you said. Apparently, that was the best you could come up with. 

"Is everything alright?" Hux asked, although he really meant to ask what he did wrong, and beg you to give him one more night. The desperation with which he wanted to touch you, to hold you again was staggering. He didn't remember where it came from, and it shocked him. You didn't seem any the wiser to his generally panicked state, so you continued eating the cereal.

"Yeah, just thought we might want to establish some ground rules. Like, no sex, just cuddling." Armitage nodded. "And we can end at any time one of us wants to." He nodded again. "And we shouldn't tell Gwen and Kylo. They wouldn't let us live it down." Armitage chuckled, but nodded. "Finally, I think we should promise to tell each other if we catch feelings. And just, be honest in general."

"Agreed." The final rule worried him for some reason he couldn't quite place, but he let it go. "Perhaps we could meet later in the night, when Gwen and Kylo are asleep? They tend to sleep earlier than I do, so we could meet around 12:45? Oh, and we do not have to meet each night. Just text me if you want to," he added. You smiled at him, finished your cereal, and the two of you watched garbage Netflix shows for two more hours before going back to work.

And so, your arrangement was born. Most days, he'd get a text from you in the afternoon saying something like "see you tonight?" or "hang out later?" and he knew to expect you. At 12:45 am, almost on the dot, he'd hear it. Tap tap tap tap. Always four, always quiet. What you did each night varied. Sometimes, you wanted to be quiet and rest, but, on others, you'd go through your day and tell him about what had happened in class, and he found himself telling you about his day, too. About how he loved chemistry, but was terrified of med school. Of the responsibility. His medical ethics gened with Gwen was really scaring the bejeezus out of him. 

About three nights in, you turned to him and said that you should get to know each other better. Each of you would ask 5 questions of the other, you said. He answered your questions with ease the first night. Favorite animal? Cats. Duh. Favorite TV show? Doctor Who. Best friend? Gwen, probably. Last time he went on a date? A year ago. Why become a doctor? That one was much harder. Because it felt like the right thing for him to do, he said. Because he liked it.

He asked the same questions right back. Cats, Friends, also probably Gwen, last month, and because the pay is better in computer science. He tried not to dwell on the fact that you had been on a date recently (by his standards). He casually inquired if you were still seeing them, but you told him it didn't go well. He didn't ask more questions about it.

Night over night, though he found your closeness and warmth incredible, he realized he was looking forward to hearing about your day more than anything. The tap tap tap tap on his door meant he'd ask you five questions about you--not just the you that went to classes and put food out for Millie, but the real you. The core of you. One time, when your head was on his chest and he was trying to slow his heart down so you wouldn't hear it, you asked him about his insecurities (how pale he was, that he wasn't smart enough for med school). When he asked you the same question, you listed some that baffled him. What did you mean, your voice? Or your hair? Or that you felt like you were always behind everyone else in class? It broke his heart to hear you speak about yourself like that, which he immediately told you, and regretted. He whispered into the night that you had a great voice, and he thought your hair was very good hair, and that you had literally caught up to the compsci juniors in half a year, so you could be nothing short of brilliant. He didn't see it, but a tear or two slipped out.

A month into your arrangement, Armitage took stock of his life, and realized you probably knew him better than he did. Some mornings, he'd come out of his room and find a bowl with two cups of Greek yogurt with rolled oats, a teaspoon of honey, and strawberries. Just how he liked it. And he would grab you lunch right before the dining halls closed, so that when you arrived ten minutes later after class, you could still have food. 

It was little things that alerted Phasma to whatever you two had going on. The unsubtle mooning eyes Armitage was giving you across the living room were disgusting, but confirmation. You were making he same face at him when he was poring over his books five minutes later, which was doubly disgusting, but double confirmation. It was time to do something about it.

Two days later, when she had left class, Phasma sent a text to the roommate group chat, like she always did around that time. Lunch? Within 5 minutes, Armitage had sent a thumbs up, and you had liked the message. Kylo left it on read, which was Kylo-speak for yes. Thirty minutes later, you were gathered in the Holdo Dining Hall, eating a variety of carbs, as usual. Kylo was giving a replay of something that had happened at their last match (something about their goalman getting hit in the face by the ball?), when Phasma interrupted him with your name. 

"Yeah?" You asked nonchalantly. Gwen smiled like a predator about to catch its prey, mainly because she was.

"I've got some juicy gossip about you," Gwen singsonged. Armitage's head whipped around. He didn't even realize he had been staring at you. Gossip? About you? That was probably about some party you went to. You had skipped last Saturday, and, after surviving the bone-crushing emptiness of his room, you had told Armitage the next night that the party was absolutely insane and featured multiple friends-of-friends making out. His heartbeat accelerated. What if you had kissed someone there?

"I know someone who has a crush on you."

Armitage's heart stopped.

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AN: all four of them share a brain cell, and phasma has it 99% of the time

[emillycodes]

12 february 2024, monday.

my classes will resume in 15 days!!! so i've decided to review some topics i studied in the past semesters. i'm going to focus on calculus 1 because i'll be taking classes on calculus 2. and since we have practical projects every semester, i've started a mini course on it project management too.

now i'm going to focus on reading the java textbook because i believe my professors will choose to use java to teach us the new subjects.

done list:

did 3 italian lessons on duolingo

reviewed flashcards

did a summary on math functions

did half of the first chapter of the it project management course (why does it have to be sooooo long?)

🎧: sulamericano - baiana system

[krimsonkatt]

Stacy Ninato (Final Apcolyptis Ver)

Stacy Ninato, a party member in my game Chronicles Meteorfall. She is a ditsy, timid, yet kind summoner in training who lived in the floating city of Aetheria. She is of the wingli race, a race of winged humanoids blessed by Seraphim Eternos in ancient times. She possesses fairy wings like all female members of the wingli race, though she is not a fairy herself. Male wingli possess angel wings instead.

While Stacy has fully functional wings, she never learned how to fly, only how to glide. This caused her to be teased by the other wingli children, not helped by her status as an orphan. However, her life was turned around when she was adopted by the legendary summoner Sensayu when she was 7 years old. Sensayu taught Stacy how to read and write in multiple languages, world history, and general math and sciences. Sensayu also discovered that Stacy had incredible potential in summoning magick, and decided to train her as his apprentice and potential future successor.

However, tragedy struck as Sensayu was suddenly murdered! Due to this all of Sensayu's scions, summoned beasts, the 12 zodiacs, were released from their contract and let free to cause havoc across the world. After Stacy and her new friends Koros, Tayo, and Zenith found the true perpetrator, Oracle Aria who body swapped with King Azul in order to trick the people of Aetheria, Stacy joined Koros' group to obtain all of Sensayu's lost scions and fulfill Sensayu's legacy.

Stacy is 17 years old. Her S-Class is the "Enchantress" class, the ultimate magick wielding class who uses powerful spells of nearly every element to annihilate the enemy. This includes powerful arts like Scathe, an almighty spell that does unreal almighty damage to all foes while lowering all foes stats by two stages. The enchantress' talent art is especially powerful. The talent art "Chainspell" allows one ally's spells to be used twice in a row for 3 turns, pratically doubling the damage of all magick users. The enchantress uses spears, bows, and staves.

Stacy's exclusive S-Talents include "Summon" and "Bellowing Gale." The "Summon" S-Talent allows stacy to summon a scion based on what scion animus is equipped in Stacy's special armor slot. Unlike other S-Talents, Stacy's summons require AP to use, but as a compromise only cost 50% TP. If no scion animus is equipped, the summon S-Talent fails and nothing happens with the AP and TP still being spent, so make sure you have an animus equipped before you use it! All scion's damage scales based on level so even low tier scions can be useful long-term, but generally the later you can obtain the scion, the better the scion probably is and the more damage it deals. Here is a list of all the summons, where to find them, and what their special move does.

Lepus: tier 1. Element: Healing. Zodiac: Rabbit. Where to find: The entrance of Banna Catacombs in Banna Woodlands after recruiting Stacy Art: Healing Helper (Heal a ton of HP for all allies based on level. Also heals all ailments).

Caledon: tier 1. Element: Smash Zodiac: Boar Where to find: Buy animus from Xelos' Shop in Aetheria/Eternia. Requires you to complete at least the first part of the sidequest "the shady seller." If after Chapter 8, the Aetheria section of the sidequest (part 2/3) will be skipped automatically straight to the Eternia section (part 3/3). Art: Primal Force (Deal massive smash damage to one foe based on level. If user's Lv > target's Lv, instant kills. (unless immune))

Ratatoskr: tier 1. Element: Dark. Zodiac: Rat. Where to find: Buy animus from Xelos' Shop in Aetheria/Eternia. Requires you to complete at least the first part of the sidequest "the shady seller." If after Chapter 8, the Aetheria section of the sidequest (part 2/3) will be skipped automatically straight to the Eternia section (part 3/3). Art: Devious Rumor (Deal massive dark damage to one foe based on level while draining HP/AP equal to 50%/5% of the damage).

Asterius: tier 1. Element: Smash/Force. Zodiac: Bull. Where to find: Buy animus from Xelos' Shop in Aetheria/Eternia. Requires you to complete at least the first part of the sidequest "the shady seller." If after Chapter 8, the Aetheria section of the sidequest (part 2/3) will be skipped automatically straight to the Eternia section (part 3/3). Art: Titanic Rend (Deal massive smash and force damage to one foe based on level. Lowers target's DEF/RES by two stages.)

Sleipnir: Tier 2. Element: Strike/Force. Zodiac: Horse. Where to find: Aetheria Skylands in the Isle of Paths after recruiting Stacy. Art: Pegasus Strike (Deal severe strike and force damage to one foe based on level that pierces 60% of DEF. Afterward, raises the user's SPD/DEX).

Bakkayo: Tier: 2. Element: Smash/Thunder. Zodiac: Tiger. Where to find: In Magitek Gardens 2F. Post-Ch8 he can be fought in the Skyseal Ruins at an increased level. Art: Raging Tiger (Deal severe smash and thunder damage to all foes based on level. Deals more damage the lower the user's HP).

Suzaku: tier 2. Element: Fire Zodiac: Rooster Where to Find: Mt Gara 1BF in a side room after Stacy is recruited. Art: Flames of Rebirth (Deal severe fire damage to all foes based on level. Heals all allies fully.)

Jormungondr: Tier 3. Element: Water. Zodiac: Snake. Where to find: In the Lakeside Cave during "low tide" (day) after Stacy is recruited. Art: Tidal Tempest (Deal unreal water damage to all foes x2 based on level. If user's lv > target's lv, instakills).

Anubis: Tier 3. Element: Dark. Zodiac: Dog. Where to find: In Beasteria Peak during the night after Stacy is recruited. Art: Death Judge (Deal unreal dark damage to all foes based on level. If the target(s) have any ailments, instakills.)

Adramelech: Tier 3. Element: Force. Zodiac: Goat. Where to Find: Wandering the abandoned Ozma Keep after Jeht is recruited. Art: Abomination (Deal unreal force damage to all foes based on level. Inflicts every ailment.)

Shinryu: Tier 4. Element: Water. Zodiac: Dragon. Where to find: In Accursed Well 1BF. Use tempra stone to unfreeze and fight. Art: Origin Breath (Deal colossal water damage to all foes based on level while fully healing the user.)

Wukong: Tier 4. Element: Smash/Light. Zodiac: Monkey. Where to find: In Omegas Badlands in a stone egg. Use a golden needle to unseal. Art: Rising Son (Deal colossal smash and light damage to all foes 4x based on level).

There are 3 other scions to find, but those are secrets!

Stacy's other S-Talent is "Bellowing Gale", which does unreal force damage to all foes while granting the party +2 press turns. Stacy's ultimate weapon is the "Stardust Destiny", a staff that grants her innate AP Turbo.

[backtothestart02]

Tripped and Fell into His Bed - 1/? | westallen fanfiction

AU - Six months after a bad break-up, Iris is determined to move on with her life sans-Barry. But when his face is everywhere she turns, it makes his incessant booty calls hard to ignore.

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Chapter 1 -

It was exactly 36 hours and 12 minutes by train from Massachusetts to Central City, Missouri.

Iris was prepared for the ride though, because in addition to her stellar studying at her school of choice, the prestigious Ivy Leage Harvard University, she also worked at the campus coffee shop and saved up for a more elevated experience on the train back home in a sleeper car with a shower.

Granted it was still a shower on a train, and she wasn’t expecting anything impressive, given how small bathrooms were in general on moving vehicles, but she was still looking forward to it.

It was the only thing keeping her mind off the fact that her best friend since they were babies hadn’t shown to her graduation. Her graduation at the school they’d both attended until six months ago. And the last time she’d heard from him had been two months ago, when he’d informed her he was ‘really busy’ and probably wouldn’t be able to talk much for a while.

This was also after he ditched Harvard’s stellar science and math programs (he’d been double-majoring) to go to New York on a whim and pursue modeling.

Her lanky, skinny boyfriend (did she forget to mention that?) of nearly six years had abandoned what he was truly great at and had gotten a full scholarship for because an ‘agent’ showed up at a job fair they’d been attending one night, taken one look at him in his plaid shirt and dark blue jeans – oh, and the scuffed up brown shoes, can’t forget those – and decided he was model worthy.

Barry of course had laughed it off initially, and Iris thought that would be the end of it. But the ‘agent’ kept finding him on campus and eventually persuaded Barry to indulge him in a ‘Harvard Kids of Tomorrow’ shoot taking place that very night. Iris had a night of studying planned for the both of them, but he’d reminded her that usually they got sidetracked when they studied together and what could one shoot hurt? It would get this guy off his back at any rate, and then he could focus on what really mattered. Math, Science, and Iris.

Only…that wasn’t what happened.

He returned from the shoot beaming and with photos of his handiwork. Turned out he was quite photogenic when the right words were being dropped in his ear. And even though Iris didn’t want to admit it, the make-up, lighting, and wardrobe they’d put him in had turned him into an Abercrombie model overnight. Nothing more than that surely though…right?

“You do look hot with all that gel in your hair,” she’d admitted, playfully, proceeding to mess it up as best as she could until she could see her Barry again.

Her study session had come to an end abruptly as sexy times ensued, and she pushed the thought out of her mind that she hated the most. That this interest as a model had only begun.

Of course, in the morning she could no longer do that, since Barry had talked with enthusiasm about doing another shoot and another, and maybe even hitting the gym to develop some tone to his nonexistent muscles should it prove profitable in future photo shoots.

Iris’ heart sank, and over the next two weeks she watched their relationship deteriorate into almost nothing as he took job after job, reveling in the cash and compliments it got him, and neglecting his studies too. He skipped classes, bought a new wardrobe, and then, after one more meeting with his agent, who she could no longer put in quotes in her head, since he’d been legit all along and on the search for rare talent, Barry announced he was dropping out of school and moving to New York.

And he wanted her to come with him.

She’d exploded.

What was she going to do in New York? She was double-majoring in Journalism and Business, and planning to sink her teeth into her hometown’s newspaper as soon as she got back. With one semester to go, she was what? Going to abandon all that to watch him pursue a dream that left her alone in the cold, hardly talking to him, let alone seeing him?

He apologized for that, said it would be different in New York once he had a regular schedule figured out, but she couldn’t see any of it changing, and she wasn’t about to change schools for one semester when she was going to the Harvard University.

“You’re throwing your life away and trying to drag me down with you!” She finally burst, practically hissing at him as she reminded him of his life-long dreams to be a CSI or maybe work in some sort of scientific research at the facilities back home.

She insulted his modeling stint, saying he’d just ‘gotten lucky’, and that it wouldn’t last. Meanwhile, she’d be moving on without him doing what she’d always dreamed with someone who appreciated her and didn’t let low-grade salesmen get in the way of their relationship.

He’d been stunned but managed to pull the words from the depths of his being, “Are you breaking up with me?”

“Well, I’m not moving to New York,” she’d huffed.

“We could try a long-distance relationship,” he’d tried weakly, already knowing how that would be received.

“We’re already living it,” she’d barked, and he’d known that was the end.

Unless he begged and pleaded for her to stay with him and he’d give up modeling entirely if it meant he could have her. Maybe then things would be different. But they weren’t, because he didn’t.

She boxed up his stuff in her dorm room and sent him packing. Within a week he’d dropped out of school and left for New York. It was a month before they spoke again, and all their messages were short and choppy. There was no heart, nothing reminiscent of their decades’ long relationship.

They’d lost their friendship and their dating relationship in a heartbeat, and neither had the energy or the endurance to fight for it again if it meant letting go of the rest of what they held so dear.

In a way, Iris supposed she should be grateful to be going home. Barry wouldn’t be there, and she could reconnect with her girlfriends she’d left behind in high school, as well as find new friends at CCPN, where she’d already secured a job before graduating. There would be her parents and Wally to keep her distracted too.

Soon it would be like Barry hadn’t even existed.

Three days later, after a mostly comfortable experience on the train, Iris grabbed her carry-on luggage and made her way to the exit door when the train finally came to a stop.

There was a sea of people in front and behind her, but when she finally made it down the steps and the other people dispersed, going every which way in the direction they needed to go, she saw a massive ad plastered on the side of the train station.

JUST IN FROM NEW YORK…

BARRY ALLEN: CENTRAL CITY’S NEWEST STAR!

He was in a suit and tie, crouched and looking devilishly handsome with his hair brushed back, and his tie loosely dangling around his neck.

“Oh, hell no.”