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oswinsdolma · 1 year ago

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i've been reading a bunch of modern aus lately, and i've noticed that quite a lot are a bit uncertain about how the british education system works. it's not a problem by any means, but for anyone who wants it, here is a brief explanation:

we don't say "grades", we say "years", e.g. 7th grade would be year 7. we also don't say things like freshman/sophomore/senior etc. it's just the numbers.

however, some primary schools split into infants and juniors, infants being from yR-2 and juniors being y3-6

we also have a national curriculum all throughout compulsory education, which means everyone studies the same thing, more or less. there are discrepancies at GCSE/A-level with different exam boards, but in general, most people take either the same, or very similar exams, and are taught the same skills.

you start primary school when you are four or five in year R, and continue through primary school from years 1-6.

at the end of year six, you take the SATS, which are a really insubstantial national standardised test for english, maths and spag

it is also optional to take an exam called the 11+ at the end of y6. if you pass, you can go to grammar school. these can be state or private, and are basically redundant nowadays, and just used so parents can say that their child passed the 11+ and got into the Smart School. These are usually single gender and low-key cult like, but otherwise, are exactly the same as normal state "comprehensive" schools.

secondary school is from y7-11. at the end of y11, everyone takes the GCSEs (General Certificate of Secondary Education). you have to do english, maths and sciences, plus several other subjects. most people have between 7-13 GCSEs, and if you fail english language or maths, you have to retake until you pass, even into college.

GCSEs are graded on a scale of 9-1, 9 being an equivalent to A** and is the top 1% of the students who got 7+, and 1 being an F/U. the pass mark is a 4.

the grades you get in your GCSEs are kind of irrelevant, except they determine which subjects you can take for A-level.

After secondary school, you have to stay in full time education for another two years (allegedly, though ik a few people who dropped out), and most people do A-levels (Advanced Level Exams). Instead of doing loads of subjects like at GCSE, you pick 3-4 and study them for two years. these are a LOT HARDER than GCSEs.

if you do four a levels, you're kind of a try hard. honestly, if you do it, good for you, but as a cultural thing, so many people who did four a levels were the most insufferable people who only did it to gloat, and then couldn't handle the workload.

oh, also this entire system is pretty much 100% exam based. for 2/3 of my a levels, i had a coursework essay that was pre graded, but it was only worth 20% of my final grade, and those were rare occurrences. at GCSE, unless you do art or something like that, everything is exam based.

A-levels are graded on a scale of A*-E, and then a U if you literally get nothing. which happens more often than you might think.

this is the bit that i see a lot of people get confused about. in the UK, we don't call university "college". college, to us, is where you take your a levels. if it's an independent institution, it's a "college/further education centre". if it's attached to a secondary school, it's called a "sixth form" (because y12 was year six of senior school in the old system).

i'm sorry i'm trying to be as clear as i can but our education system is complex af

your A-level grades determine where you can apply to uni, which you HAVE to do through a system called UCAS.

UCAS (the university and colleges admissions service) is a national system where you put in all your details required to apply for uni. you start it in the june of y12 and send it in by January** IN MOST CASES

to apply for uni, you need to list all your qualifications/details, predicted grades, personal statement essay and teacher references. this all gets submitted by your school.

HOWEVER. if you are applying to medicine, vet, dentistry, oxford or cambridge, the deadline is in october, and you have to submit written work, do multiple assessments and do rounds of interviews in addition to everything else (would not recommend).

you can also apply to conservatoire for music/drama schools, which tend to have their own deadlines and systems because they're not technically universities

okay nearly at the end

the closest thing we have to an Ivy League is the Russell Group, but it's not as prestigious. Russell Group unis tend to be higher ranked, offer niche courses and demand high grade requirements.

Oxford and Cambridge are not normal universities. i CANNOT stress this enough. you apply through ucas, but the courses themselves are unique and highly competitive (the one i applied for had like 10 spaces)(i got rejected lmao). also they are arranged in colleges within the uni, so it's like a collection of tiny unis linked by a larger institution. colleges are not subject specific and most of them have weird cults. if you're writing oxbridge students, google it, not just for accuracy, but because it's absolutely hilarious.

interviews are also more like interrogations. i was reduced to tears on several occasions, and you also have to swear not to reveal the questions you were asked (everyone does it anyway but STILL IT'S WEIRD). for example, one of my interviews, i was given a poem about feet and asked to analyse it on the spot over a blurry zoom screen. they don't ask you about yourself. they don't ask you about school. they just quickfire questions at you for forty minutes and roll their eyes when you take more than a few seconds to answer.

we also don't have majors/minors. you choose one subject that you apply for specifically, and spend 3-7 years studying that subject pretty much exclusively. the only deviations from this might be if you were taking archaeology and took an art history class or something — everything is really closely related.

we can also drink at 18. not that an age limit has ever stopped anyone in the uk from getting drunk. getting pissed in a field is a major pastime for anyone from the ages of 12-28. it's a problem.

instead of having dorms at uni, most people live in flats. there will be like ten people on a corridor with a shared kitchen. you only live in university housing for your first year, unless you are at oxbridge, in which case i think it's mandatory to live in your college for your whole course.

community college and private universities aren't a thing either. when you apply to uni, you apply to student finance (unless your parents are absolutely LOADED and pay for you) and get a loan for your tuition, and also a maintenance loan based on your household income, which is used to pay for rent, food, etc. you cannot be exempt from financial aid but a lot of people do not receive enough, particularly in recent years when the cost of living in the uk has gone up so much.

university is roughly £9-10k per year (depending on where you study) which is a Lot. but why are people in the US paying hundreds of thousands of dollars, are you guys okay???

also, if you're scottish, university in scotland is free. they also have a standard four year systm rather than the three year system in england and wales (idk about ni i didn't apply there). why?? because the english government is absolute shite and they got rid of the state university programme for england (blame the tories)

don't do your research on the student room. just don't. for your own sake.

and a couple more cultural things before we leave off

we all wear uniform until we get to year twelve. everyone. even the four year olds.

Nottingham Trent university is just the butt of so many jokes and I really don't understand why (they're not even the lowest in the league table 😭😭)

Durham is full of Oxbridge rejects who are in denial about it, and is also the butt of a lot of jokes

everything i have mentioned so far is about STATE education. private education runs on different tracks: you have prep schools, which run from yR-8, and senior schools that run from y9-11, and most of them have attached sixth forms. there is a massive cultural and economic divide between state and private school kids, because they get so much more help applying for uni, and also there is so much nepotism in our government. like. politicians wear their old school ties in parliament so they know who to give favours to. it's AWFUL.

some private schools are so fancy they loop back around and are known as "public schools". they're schools like Eton, Harrow, Winchester, Marlborough, etc. really old institutions that basically guarantee you a place at oxbridge because of family legacy (though this has got a lot better over the last decade or so)(but they still have an unfair advantage).

a lot of compulsory education schools are really religious because education in the uk used to be run basically by the church, and the church still own a lot of schools. universities though, even the ones with roots in the church, are atheistic, their religious links symbolic or supplementary to their main purpose.

okay that ended up being way longer than i thought, but i hope someone finds this useful when writing, or at least interesting.

#writing #writeblr #fanfiction #also if it wasn't clear i hate private education with a passion #how did bojo get into oxford fr

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imraespace · 17 days ago

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GANG IM BACK AFTER GRIEVING OVER MY GRADES AND I HAVE DECIDED TO LOCK TF IN THIS TIME (.. hopefulyl.)

A CPT IS LIKE A FINAL PROJECT OF LIKE EVERYTHING YOU LEARNED BASICALLY AND ITS USUALLT WORTH 15% OF UR GRADE BUT DEPENDS ON THE COURSE AND USUALLT EXAM IS ALSO 15% its displayed on like the course syllabus but for some reason our science cpt is only worth 10%??? so idk how that chem cpt is worth 5% like if it was 5% per unit cuz theres chem bio physics for our science course then 5 x 3 is 15 but the math isnt mathing if the cpt is only worth 10% on the syllabus???????? SO THATS WHY IM CONFUSED AND ALSO WHY TF IS THERE A CHEM CPT AND IT TEACHES US A WHOLE NEW CONCEPT?? LIKE HUH WHAT

i also have a history cpt due on monday and another cpt due wednesday so that is fun AND I HAVENT STARTED BOTH HELPME I NEED TO ACC GET ONTO THAT ILL JUST WAKE UP EALRY TOMORROW….. 6 am grind trust…..

i just memorized the map for europe 1914 but i keep confusing denmark and sweden but its ok bc my test is monday …. i will be tweaking out bc apparently he makes the alternative test version harder and im taking that cuz my kidney appointment was on friday and the original test date was kn friday so im like lowk scared … STOP THIS. 💔

OH AND MY SAE PLSUH CAME IN TODAYYAYAYA i got a free clip and bracelet so now im gonna amke my rin and sae plushies recreate that one scene muehhehehe im #Evil rn STOP or ill make them hug depending. MY MOM APPARENTLY LOVES SAE BTw??? LIKE SHE SAW HIM AS A PLUSH AND SHE WAS LIKE i want that get me my card and paid 85 dollars for it HELPME STOP im also waiting on the yukimiya volume………. and im thinking like oh maybe i shouldve just waited to buy all the bllk manga cuz theres yk these bundles of like mangas 1-6!! and i save like 10 dollars or so from it bc of tax and im like Ugh i couldve saved money but in reality that 10 dollars saved wouldve webt jnto buying tiny bllk figures and it makes like no difference HELp SO IT DOESNT REALLT MATTER I GUESS ……. 💔💔

umumum nothing has happened other than OH WAIT I BOUGHT TWO ONESIES HELPME ONE ISNA FOX AND ANOTHER IS A DOG AND I WANNA WEAR IT FOR HALLOWEEN LIKE FOR SCHOOL AND IM THINKING LIKE OH DO I REALLY WANT TO BC WHAT IF PPL CALL ME A FURRY BUT ITS LITERALLT SO COMFY STOP.. like…. let me live its so comfy…… and very warm so idk if i acc will wear it cuz sometimes my school blasts the heaters after 12 pm BUT I MIGHT 😈

umumum okaya thats actuallt all that hapepned HELPME

OKAY DAILY QUESTION IS UM who in bllk would be really good at eating salmon sashimi bc i want salmon sashimi rn.

- 🐙

HAIIII YOU WERE MISSED DEARLY by me

IM GLAD YOU LOCKED IN I gotta lock in soon exams are almost here..

OH THAT SOUNDS.. confusing🤨 I MEAN IT MAKES SENSE but also sounds confusing that kinda reminds me of SBAS here but instead you do an SBA when you reach senior level bc your SBA overall grade adds to your FINAL FINALL exam mark the one you do to leave the school ykyk

I WISH YOU LUCK DAMG I'll be procrastinating like crazy

WHAT IN THE FAC A WHOLE MAP?? I feel bad for yall geography and history students.. whatever you're doing idk ever since i started business my knowledge narrowed (im joking)

OMG SAE PLUSH MSHDJAJS

HELO.EE MAKE THEM HUG🤬🤬

AW THATS SI CUTE my momma saw chigiri and asked who's girlchild is that!!?😊😊

idk anything abt money there.. but ik it has more value than mine so I'll be mad SHOULDVE SSVED UP THAT 10 DOLLARS ANS BUY MORE FIGURINES🗣🗣🗣

I started sneezing after reading this I'm allergic to you....😕😕😕

AW THATS SI CUTE BUT HELP FURRY I WISH I COULD DRESS UP FOR HALLOWEEN BUT MY SCHOOL HAS A STUPID ASS UNIFORM AND WE CANT ENTER THE SCHOOL IF WE DONT HAVE THE ACHOOL LOGO ON😒😒😒😒

erm what has happened to me this week🤔🤔 um.. OH we don't laugh.. but long long ago!! I used to play league of legends BUT WITH MY BROTHERS AND MOMMA but I stopped bc someone on dc asked if i stink bc he saw it on my profile but whatever.. I kinda.. wanna play it again.. bc I saw character I like.. PLUS THE NETFLIX SERIES FOR THE GAME ARCANE which I love #VIFORLIFE LEMME AT HER is literally coming out in November ITS SO SOON anyways

ISNT HE LIKE HOT?? it's all the same person but different skins THERES MORE HOT PPL THERE IN HIDING BRO THE PLAYERS JJST SCARE YOU AWAY☹️☹️😕😕😕😞😞

not the heaters.. the heater in our school is the darn sun! only a certain group of students gets AC and only like the library.. my group has fans then classes battle for bc apparently THEYRE TOO BROKE RO BUY ONE😒😒

UMUM ILL SAY REO HELP

#imraesrandom #imraes inbox !#- 🐙anon #imraespace -♡

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yellowyarn · 1 year ago

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1. im Autistic (lv 2, low support needs) and have dysgraphia, ADHD, sensory processing disorder and severe anxiety. my joints are also kinda weird and my knees, fingers and shoulders often hurt when i walk or where a backpack or should bag or just randomly but its not super bad and might be nothing

2. i was diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder at 10 then ADHD and dysgraphia at 11 and autism and sensory processing disorder at 12 but i knew i was autistic for about a year pre-dignosis

3.i use noise cancelling headphones, a Tangle, knee supports and sunglasses

4. basically everyone ive ever been friends with has also been disabled (usually adhd or autism) so i know lots of disabled people! i dont have any online friends

5. being autistic and adhd is confusing since their like total opposite and im pretty sure being autistic coused my dysgraphia

6. not alot

7. the physical symptoms of mental disabilities and how autistic people arent all white women who are a lil quirky or white men who like trains and dont make eye contact

8. im not really sure tbh

9. I usually don't measure my energy but when i do i use spoons

10. nothing really seems to help me unfortunately i dont know what I'm doing

11. based on the only definition for autism support needs i have low support needs but i feel like i actually have moderate support needs because i cant do things like go to school but idk

12. its not that school goes to fast for me its that its too slow. for example in maths im usually ahead of the rest of the class and then stop paying attention and forget everything before tests

13. oh god so many things but one that sticks out the most for me is a person in a psychiatric hospital telling me i needed to go to exposure therapy for my "fear of loud noises"

14. i feel quite alone in my disability since most disabled people ik have lower support needs and seem to just deal with everything while i can't

15. it means being proud to have a disability and being proud of being able to still exist even tho it seems like the world hates you

16. the hairy frog can break its thumb bones to make retractable claws when it feels threatened. during mating season they protect their eggs by staying underwater with them until they hatch and during this time they grow hair like bits of skin which probably happens so that they can absorb more air,

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feel free to reblog, try and send an ask to the person you're reblogging from so the game doesn't die, and absolutely never be pressured to answer anything that feels too personal--this is about/inspiration for what you Want to share about disability and experiences being disabled, not what you feel like you have to! (also: this ask game is PRO SELF DX.)

what disability/ies do you have? (and are they mental, physical, or both?)

how long have you known you're disabled? does that match up with diagnosis?

what, if any, disability aids do you use? (mobility aids, sensory aids, braces, communicative devices, IVs, etc. meds also count here). do you customize them/their containers/outsides?

do you know any disabled people irl? what about online?

if you have multiple disabilities: do they affect each other? how?

what's something good that's come out of being disabled?

what's a struggle you wish more people talked about?

does your disability affect how you experience other parts of your identity? (gender, queerness, culture, even hobbies/life goals you're very passionate about)

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what's something (a struggle, a symptom, a weird phenomenon, or even a funny experience) people don't realize about your disability?

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 3 years ago

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🦅Being Shiratorizawa's manager🦅

👀 Secretly Dating Shirabu 👀

Shirabu Kenjirou x Female Manager feat. Shiratorizawa

Warnings: none

AN: This is a special request for @shiratorizawa-can-step-on-me ! I'm loving all these Shiratorizawa requests 🥺 they are such a fun team to write for!

I'll be honest YN

If there is ONE person on Shiratorizawa you can get away with dating secretly it's Shirabu

But only for so long 👀

This is SHIRATORIZAWA 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻

First off, mans legit will not show interest in you

But by like not showing interest in you, he really shows interest in you?

Boys are confusing ik

Legit you will probably think he doesn't even like you

Mans very much likes you

He will be all sneaky with his glances and observations

He's a setter, he can't be too obvious YN

You are completely oblivious to it

You are the teams manager and you do your very best

Your work does not go unnoticed by Shirabu

Don't get me wrong, he's not a Tendo or even an Ushiwaka

He legit gives you space

You know, to do your job 👀

Unlike some OTHER people

*cough* TENDO and GOSHIKI *cough*

You hand him his water bottle, expect a quick head nod and then walks away

You might even get a "Thanks YN"

Your mind will be BLOWN

Tendo of course hears Shirabu

Tendo has a tea 🍵 radar

Tendo totally figures out that Shirabu had a thing for you

Or so he thinks he's figured it out

He has no clue

Yes strictly based on that one comment 😌

He will pry Shirabu for more

Shirabu ignores him

But really, Kawanishi has all the tea 🍵

Tendo might be the Guess Monster but Kawanishi is more observant

You can't convince me that this man isn't the Kunimi and Suna of Shiratorizawa 🤚🏻

He legit shows up at all the drama

He's like the "Where's Waldo" of drama

Always there but like incognito 🤓

He's worse than Tendo but like nobody knows he is

He runs the schools gossip page but from a side account that has a fake everything

He doesn't even follow it from his regular socials because he says "he doesn't care about drama 🙄"

Lies ALL LIES

I got side tracked

Kawanishi has seen all the looks Shirabu gives you

Shirabu watches you from the corner of his eye constantly

He's also one of those guys who "conviently" shows up at all the places you are at

Shirabu, that is 👀

He also had your class schedule memorized and will always walk past your locker no matter how out of the way it is 🤚🏻

He doesn't plan on acting on any of this

He has a crush and that's it

That is 👀 until Goshiki moved in

Ope 😶

Yeah that's NOT happening

Shirabu firsts notices Mr. Bowl-cut sniffing around you more at practice

He asks you to stay late and help him with his "spiking practice"

Yeah that's not gonna fly at all

Shirabu hates losing especially to Goshiki

Those two are like brothers

It isn't until the sky's open up and heavens lights shine down that Shirabu finally gets his chance

In the form of a Math test 🙃

Legit you suck at math and Shirabu is like a smartie pants

He notices you struggling one day after practice

"Everything ok YN?"

"No not really, I'm failing math. I just don't understand"

Shirabu slides right in 🕺

He wants to help you, honestly he does but he also wants you for himself

Low key, high key he's possessive

All of Shiratorizawa are possessive

Legit Shiratorizawa is filled with Alpha males 🤚🏻

It starts out innocently enough 😌

He helps you with math and starts becoming more friendly at practice

Tendo is like 👀👀 what's up with that??

Kawanishi simply shrugs

He's already pegged you two as a couple

Soon your hanging out goes outside of school 🏫

Little dates, movies and just hanging around

Shirabu is funny but like in a sarcastic and dry sense

If you've seen the office, he's alot like Jim

Tendo is Dwight

He's also romantic

Like he's adorable and cute when you two are alone

But like Shiratorizawa are like stone statues on the court

All stoic and crap 😤

But behind closed doors, Shirabu is such a softy

Totally asks you to be his girlfriend non-chalantly after a cute tickle fight 🥺

Your first kiss happens after you say yes 🥰

You both decide its best to keep your relationship secret

Thats funny Yn

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

You really think nobody will notice?

Actually surprisingly, nobody does for a while

Like you two both manage to keep it under wraps

You pretty much ignore each other like usual

That is 👀 until Goshiki decides to make his move

Oh no.. oh no no no

Legit Goshiki has been hyping himself up for this

I mean, you have to like him right?

You've been helping him with his spikes amd his serves

You give him his water bottle

Sure you are the team manager, it's your job to give him his water bottle

But like it's THE WAY you give it to him YN

At the end of practice, he totally comes bounding up to you

Shirabu, Kawanishi, Semi, Reon and Tendo are all talking

Ushiwaka is still breaking floorboards with his serving

"Umm YN can I ask you something?"

"Sure" 🤗

"Ummm- would you umm would you go out with me?"

You 👉🏻😳😬

Tendo 👉🏻 🖐🏻👁 O 👁🖐🏻

Semi 👉🏻 👀😏

Kawanishi 👉🏻 🧎🍿

Ushiwaka 👉🏻🧍😐

Shirabu 👉🏻😳😑😠

Shirabu literally stomps up to Goshiki and puts his arm around you

"Sorry Goshiki, she's taken"

Well that did it

The gym erupted

Tendo is going insane

Legit he is so excited

He congratulates you both with a hug 🥺

Semi and Reon are actually in shock

Ushiwaka is still standing there 🧍😐

Goshiki's mouth is wide open 😲

"Sorry Goshiki but I'm dating Shirabu"

Lord YN, now you've made his cry

Goshiki is deflated 😫

Please YN do something

"But I'll still help you out during practice"

Shirabu growls 😒

Smack him YN he needs to chill

Kawanishi is updating the schools gossip page about your relationship

Tendo is already in wedding planning mode

Says you can use the Shiratorizawa gym

Semi tells Tendo to lock it down

Ushiwaka is still standing there 🧍

And you thought life couldn't get more chaotic 😌

Taglist: @loevngyuno

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hyvcklvr · 3 years ago

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Hi can i request oneshot based on this and to any members that you want or suits them with it thank you so much lovely!! (take your time <33)

Prom Queen (f)

Pairing: Lee Jeno x reader Genre: fluff

This is longggg I got too carried away. Chose Jeno for this bc I don't have enough Jeno on my blog. I don't know much about prom bc we don't have prom in our school (that sucks ik) but I have watched enough Disney movies in my life to get the overall idea u-u. Thank you for your request! I hope you like it~

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“That's you!” Your friends shriek, looking at the list of the official prom queen nominees. You double checked the list to make sure your eyes weren't playing tricks on you, to your surprise, they weren't. Your name was right there on top.

“Guys, stop, half the school is staring at us.” You said, flustered as everyone around the cafeteria looked towards your table, attracted mostly by your friends’ loud screams.

“But there is so much to do!” They said, and your friends went on and on about buying dresses, and makeup, but only one worry clouded your mind. You had no date! Sure, it wasn't necessary to have one but still, prom was supposed to be one of the most memorable nights of the whole year, and you wanted to know what it was like, to have a prom date.

And that is exactly what you were thinking while you were in class, your head rested on your palm, as you lazily twirled your pencil in your other hand. It was math class, but the teacher was absent, and the substitute was a young lady, who seemed to care less about the class, more indulged in her phone as the rest of the class was filled with excited hushes and gossip, most of which, you guessed, were about prom.

“Oi! You're the new nominee, aren't ya?” The guy sitting next to you asked. You gave him a lazy nod, letting out a sigh. “You don't look too psyched about it. Problems in the queen's kingdom?” You finally turned your head to him, and nodded again. “I don't have a date.” You whined, putting your head on your desk.

“May I apply to be the queen's matchmaker?” He said, and you laughed. “Okay dude, you've got to stop addressing me as the queen. You know my name.” You say, and he just shrugs. “Its more fun this way. Anyways...” He turned his head to the other side, and you followed his gaze, to be met with a surprised pair of eyes.

Jeno Lee. He was a friendly guy, a quiet person, but a nice one. Always sat at the window seat in every class, and had an amazing smile. He was quietly a part of the conversation, well, atleast he could hear it, and was taken aback when the guy faced him.

The guy took a look at him, and then looked at you, pointing towards him, he said, “He can be your date.” He stated simply, as if it was nothing, and Jeno immediately snapped his head back in your direction, both your faces flustered, as your eyes widened and you quickly looked away. Your seatmate just smiled mischievously as you shot him a glare.

To your relief the bell rang immediately, indicating the end of the class, as you packed up your stuff as quickly as possible, scurrying out of the classroom, straight to your locker, where you took a deep breath, fanning your face. How could he do that?! It was just embarrassing, it was evident that Jeno wouldn't wanna go with you, it was evident on his face. You buried your face into your locker, your face flushed with colour.

Jeno was confused, and flustered at the same time. He actually did want to go with you, but you left too soon for him. And now that the idea was in his head, he had to ask you to be his date.

So after school, he waited, until he saw you coming out, and he quickly approached you. “Hey, can we talk?” He asked gently, flashing his smile, and you could swear you melted, and your face quickly heated up, as you stuttered out a loud “Sorry!” Before running away, your face still red, and Jeno could still see you when you were across the street, your head buried in your arms as you stomped your foot childishly on the ground, wondering why you embarrassed yourself so much. “Cute.” Jeno mumbled, under his breath.

And soon it was prom, and while everyone was well about dancing with their dates, you sat there at a table with your friends, your mind wondering what it was that Jeno wanted to ask you all this time, secretly hoping he'd show up.

“And now, the Prom Queen announcement!” All the four final nominees went on stage, including you, and soon the anchor announced you as the Prom Queen. You smiled and thanked the audience, as the anchor placed the crown on your head. “Now, the Prom Queen may dance with her date.” The anchor said, and your throat went dry, as you nervously stepped off stage, to the area in the middle of the dance floor, and closed your eyes, letting out a sigh, getting ready to confess everything, when somebody suddenly took your hand.

You opened your eyes to see Jeno standing there, with that smile he wore so well, as he took your other hand, and the music started, the spotlight shining on the both of you as you started swaying softly to the music. You just stared at Jeno in wonder, your heart racing within your chest, as he kept smiling. “You.....came?” You asked, and Jeno leaned closer, so that you could hear his whispering voice. “Duh, you never gave me a chance to ask you out, it was about time I took matters in my own hand.” He said, and you smiled wider, your heart soaring free as you danced along with him to the beat.

The song soon ended, and everybody around the room cheered and clapped, before going back to dancing. Jeno adjusted the crown on your head, which has almost fallen down, and gave a satisfied smile. “You sure look like a queen.” He said.

And you secretly thanked the guy in your later years, because who knew, that this Jeno Lee, your prom date, would one day be your boyfriend, even after five years.

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theia-eos · 2 years ago

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But actually, how large is Tellius?

Figuring out the distances in fantasy worlds is something I dabble with on occasion, and since I’m writing a lot more for the Tellius games that I originally intended to, figuring out the distances was required to figure out how long certain missions took so I could figure out times and such.

For this purpose, I obtained an HD capture of the map presented in Chapter 10, Prisoner Rescue, when they’re tracing the path the group will have to take from Gallia to Begnion. The below map is the clean version without the path or country names, and just the countries the mercenaries travel through highlighted. More maps, information and spoilers will be after the cut.

It’s very long and barely edited. You have been forewarned.

Figuring out the distance will require us to find a scenario that fits all of the below requirements:

We know exactly where on the map they were traveling

We know exactly where on the map they were coming from

We know exactly how long it took them to travel the distance

If it is a long path, we know exactly the route they took

We often know when and where the mercenaries are going on their travels. Chapter 10 looked to be promising because they give us this, with their route drawn out already, but we never learn how long it took to cross that distance, and even assuming the castle they pass in the northwest of Crimea is the place where Chapter 10, Prisoner Release, takes place we have no idea how long it takes them to get from the castle to the port. Bummer.

Traveling time is rarely mentioned in the games, but Path of Radiance is going to be my best shot because in Chapter 23, The Great Bridge, Ike says that when they left Crimea it was the beginning of spring, and Elincia says it’s been about a year since they departed. Time is never brought up so much in Radiant Dawn.

“Big? Hmm... Yeah, I guess you're right. When we left Crimea, it was spring... The snows were melting, the days were getting longer, and the weather was mild.”

“It's been almost a year since we departed. Only a year, but the distance we've traveled to get here has been long and hard.”

So we know, at least, so far that it takes them about one year to get from Port Toha to Riven/Oribes Bridge (Please do not ask why the same bridge has two different names in Path of Radiance and Radiant Dawn. I understand it was probably a translation error they were correcting, but sometimes they double down on their changes, and other times they backtrack. It’s very confusing. Thank you.)

That is useful to know, we’ll set that information to simmer on the back burner for now, because it’s not going to help us get a size of the continent.

Obviously, in Chapter 12, A Strange Land, we get how long they’ll be traveling by boat.

“Having narrowly escaped Daein's grasp the Greil Mercenaries are pleased to feel the ocean beneath their feet as they set sail. According to Captain Nasir, the voyage to Begnion will take roughly two months.”

But boat speed is not walking speed. amielleon, whose translations I rely on a lot, also listed their issues with nailing down the size of Tellius by boat speed, so I am not touching the boat speed to try and determine the size of Tellius. amielleon eventually solved for the answer by assuming the final chapters of Part 2 of Radiant Dawn occur within a few days of one another. I could have just accepted their answer, but I am nothing if not extra so here I am, doing my own homework, putting my AP Calculus lessons to good use, finally. Good math should arrive at the same solution, anyway, so amielleon’s work can be another check for my own.

In chapter 9, Gallia, Lethe says that the distance they need to cross could be crossed by a laguz in 3 days. The localized script altered it slightly.

Original localization: “Beorc are such a weak species. A distance like this is nothing. Any laguz worth his claws could cross it in a single bound.”

Original Japanese: …ベオクというのは軟弱な生き物だ。この程度の距離、我らだけなら３日もあれば十分だというのに。(Roughly, per Google Translate: Beorc are weak creatures. At this distance, three days would be enough for us alone.)

I am too dyslexic to learn kanji, so reading Japanese is beyond me. Thus, I must rely on Google to translate Japanese scripts for me. If you can read Japanese and want to provide a better translation, please feel free.

So now we know the traveling speed of laguz is fast enough to cross the distance between Gebal Castle and Zarzi, the capital of Gallia, within three days. Do they go through the mountains, or around? Since I cannot answer this question, I must move on. There must be something.

The most concrete information that I get to determine distance comes from, naturally enough everyone’s favorite pompous ass that manages all of the details, Soren. In Chapter 5, Roadside Battle, Soren states that it took him 3 days to get from Melior to the Mercenary Fort.

“Everything started three days ago. I needed to do some research, so I went to the archives of Melior's royal library.”

In this scene, he points out on the map both where the mercenary fort is, where Melior is, and how long it took him to run from Melior to the mercenary fort (More or less 3 days).

Soren was traveling on his own to get out to the mercenary fort as fast as he could, and as Greil says, because of his efforts, the Greil Mercenaries are likely the first to hear about the war as far from the capital as they were. This is absolutely perfect. To determine the distance Soren ran, we’ll need to determine his speed first.

In medieval times, the average person could walk 10-20 miles (16.1-32.2 km) in a day, or more as needed, at a speed of about 3 miles per hour (4.8 km/h) for however many hours they travel a day.

Even back in medieval days, pilgrims would routinely travel 10 to 20 miles in a given day. If there was a pressing need, they could go even further, if there was a well maintained road to travel on.

Given the need and that Soren is used to walking as a primary means of transportation, I’ll say Soren was probably going about 20-25 miles (32.2-40.2 km) in a day to get back to the fort as quickly as he could. We also know the attack occurred that first day, but we don’t know when Soren was able to escape Melior. We know he says he saw the response from King Ramon, but he doesn’t know how the fight ended, so he likely left as quickly as he could. I’ll say he probably left in the middle of the day and covered about 10-15 miles (16.1-24.1 km) the first day, 20-25 miles (32.2-40.2 km) the second day, and arrived at the mercenary fort on the third day, after traveling another 10-15 (16.1-24.1 km) miles.

Low end of the spectrum, the mercenary fort is 40 miles (60.4 km) from Melior. High end of the spectrum is 55 miles (88.5 km). If we were to assume he moved 25 miles (40.2 km) per three days he traveled a total distance of 75 miles (120.7 km).

Then I remembered that Nintendo and Intelligent Systems count days differently than I would. If you’ve played any Nintendo mobile app game, especially Fire Emblem Heroes, when they say 3 days are remaining in an event, they mean three days after today (So when you have 1 day left, there’s actually today and tomorrow). So maybe when he was stating “everything started three days ago,” he actually meant “everything started three days ago, not including today.” Maybe that’s how they count time in Tellius, today isn’t included in the counts.

Which changes things to two days of 10-15 miles (16.1-24.1 km), and two days of 20-25 miles (32.2-40.2 km). Low end is 60 miles (96.7 km), high end is 80 miles (128.8 km). Absolute max distance at 25 miles (40.2 km) over four days is 100 miles (160.9 km).

Now to put that on a map. The markings are in place where Soren pointed out the mercenary fort and Melior in Chapter 5. Melior is the castle on the left, the mercenary fort is the red dot on the left, the blue line shows his path. The path curves a little to account for roads, as they are rarely straight lines. Do I know where the roads are? Absolutely not. Am I trying to be perfectly precise? Absolutely not. That isn’t physically possible. I’m just making my best guess. Could you argue Soren could have cut a straight line? Probably, aside from having to take a bridge at some point to cross the river, Soren is shown to have an excellent sense of direction and could have taken a straight path across the surface as long as the terrain was travelable, however, having to pick his way through fields or forests would slow him down from the speed I assigned him before.

Now to put that to scale, I decided to pixel measure the distance. How did I do that? I took a 1 pixel brush in Photoshop, traced the path in the 1 pixel brush on a separate layer and then used the histogram tool to tell me how many pixels existed in the new layer.

The histogram tool spat out a total of 76 pixels.

So, a pixel could either be 0.526 miles (0.847 km), 0.724 miles (1.165 km), or 1 mile (1.609 km), depending on how far Soren traveled in those three days.

Or, again, using the other method of counting time, it could be 0.789 miles (1.270 km), 1.053 miles (1.695 km), or 1.316 miles (2.118 km).

Now then, for a sense of scale, I measured a wide point across the map to be 357 pixels. At our earlier scale, that could be either 188 miles (302.6 km), 259 miles (416.8 km), or 357 miles ( 574.5 km). The second set of proposed distances is 282 miles (453.8 km), 376 miles (605.1 km), 470 miles (756.4 km). Below, I have put some world geography to the map for a sense of scale. I realize most of the people reading this are probably going to be from North America like myself, but I threw in places from Europe and Japan for comparison. I don’t think my fellow Americans often realize how small Europe feels compared to U.S. states/Canadian Provinces, and for the setting of these games, Europe and Japan are going to be more accurate scale comparisons as that is what the devs would have had in mind.

In the below images, the first set of scales is on top, largest on the left, smallest on the right. The second set of scales is on the bottom, largest on the left, smallest on the right. The red line is the width I measured straight across, and as you can see, it is not the widest point on Tellius, but I digress. I’ll produce a cleaner image when I’m happy with the scale.

Now, this is a shock to me, who has always compared Tellius to Australia since I first started playing the games, but strictly speaking in terms of the story’s logic, it makes a lot of sense.

That said, I provided 6 different ranges, and perhaps you want a final answer. I’m certainly not satisfied with 6 different scales, and I need a precise answer for my purposes. The time that has passed during the game is going to help narrow it down a lot. To compare distances to time, we’re going to need to know the speed the mercenaries travel at. I’m just plugging things into Excel formulas to get what I want at this point so these are the travel speeds I’m assuming:

Soren travels on his own at 25 miles (40.2 km) per day, but for the smaller scales it was actually 20, but I’m applying 25 across the board for simplicity’s sake.

The mercenary company travels together at 20 miles (32.2 km) per day to account for the larger group, the slower members, the children, and Princess Elincia, who is certainly not going to go as fast as a mercenary can on their own. Could it be slower? Probably, but it’s just the number I chose.

When in Gallia, because of the adverse conditions (humidity and thick jungle), the beorc travel even slower, going 15 miles (24.1 km) per day. This leads to Lethe complaining about how slow they are and lets them take at least 5-11 days to cross the 124 pixels on their path from Gebal Castle to Zarzi. This also means that from the time it took for Elincia to get to Zarzi and Greil’s death, they were at Gebal castle for at least 7-11 days to allow Elincia to get to Zarzi and Caineghis to run from Zarzi to Gebal Castle and make it there the night Greil died, as Caineghis is definitely a laguz “worth his claws” to borrow localized Lethe’s turn of phrase, and as such, can cross the distance in 3 days with only laguz to accompany him (And then at least 6 days from Greil’s death to Daein’s attack on Gebal Castle allow Caineghis to go back to Zarzi and order Moredecai and Lethe to escort the bereaved mercenaries back to Zarzi. Also, Caineghis, can we talk for a sec? Why did you leave them there for 6 days when you knew Daein was hunting them? Please explain yourself beyond “plot made me do it”).

Nasir’s ship takes 60 days (roughly two months) to travel the 536 pixels his path is. This means it travels 8.93 pixels per day on average. This means his ship is going 4.7 - 11.8 miles (7.7 -19.0 km) per day. The larger the map, the faster his ships goes. But we can come to two conclusions: Nasir’s ship is only convenient because the mercenaries couldn’t travel over land due to Daein pursuit despite how slow the journey is; and Nasir is really bad at piloting a ship.

amielleon cites a source that no longer exists that states merchant trading boats can go an average of 120 miles (193.1 km) per day. I am taking that on faith to show how slow Nasir’s ship goes based on the scale of the world.

When they get the army, aside from the Palmeni Temple mission, they are slowed down to a 10 mile (16.1 km) per day march. Medieval armies were not fast, they often marched less than that per day, so the 10 mile (16.1 km) average pace is probably a little faster than average. However, as we learn in Radiant Dawn chapter 3-8, the Begnion Army can outpace a laguz army at frightening speeds, and so I’m fine going with that. It also means all the speeds are in multiples of 5 miles per hour, and that makes me happy.

So, now we can check the scales against how long it took them to leave Crimea and get to Riven/Oribes Bridge. In order to do that, we’ll need to determine where the mercenaries go throughout their travels.

There are several points where the mercenaries go somewhere only to return back to base immediately after. Return journeys are shown in purple, but for measuring distance, I only counted the original path out twice since the purple paths are a little more stylized for visibility. For fun, I wanted to show every path the mercenaries took since Daein attacked Melior. I then pixel measured every path that was taken.

This assumes a few things:

I’m assuming that when they’re talking about leaving Crimea behind, they’re discussing the time since Port Toha, and not fleeing from the mercenary fort.

Where the battle against Daein on the road to Melior takes place in Chapter 5 where they find Elincia (about halfway was my guess).

Where the river is that the laguz slave traders are fought in Chapter 14 (I just picked the branching river paths to the east of Sienne).

Where in the Grann Desert the Laguz Emancipation Army is fought in Chapter 15, I put it just past the mountains, but it could have been further. Who knows?

I’m assuming that when they’re desperately searching for Reyson in the Serenes forest for a while, they’re not returning to Sienne each day that they don’t find him before going to the heart of the forest in Chapter 17 because they’re in a race against Duke Tanas.

I’m guessing the heart of Serenes is in the center of the forest and they’re tracking Reyson’s flight somehow, and not literally canvasing the entire forest (which has an area of approximately 3,194 pixels and as such, would take months to canvas).

Where Gritnea Tower is located, which is stated to be about a day’s journey from where they’re staging the battle in Melior, so I just put it slightly southwest of Melior.

After plugging in my speeds and distances, I get the following results:

3 days is 3 days scale set:

Small Scale: 1 pixel = 0.526 miles (0.847 km), 122 days

Medium Scale: 1 pixel = 0.724 miles (1.165 km), 146 days

Large Scale: 1 pixel = 1 mile (1.609 km), 177 days

3 days is 4 days scale set (???):

Small Scale: 1 pixel = 0.789 miles (1.270 km), 153 days

Medium Scale: 1 pixel = 1.053 miles (1.695 km), 184 days

Large Scale: 1 pixel = 1.316 miles (2.118 km), 215 days

So, what happened? None of those add up to around 365 days.

Well, a few things. My math only accounts for the time it took them to walk the paths I made up. We know there is probably considerable down time that occurs during and in between chapters, especially when they’re in Begnion.

In Chapter 14, Training, Mist says they’ve been doing nothing for five days.

“We've been here for five days already...And there's absolutely nothing to do!”

In Chapter 17, Day Breaks, Soren says they have spent two days searching for Reyson before going to the heart where the battles we play take place

“The last two days spent searching Serenes Forest for that heron have been frustrating and fruitless.”

The time frame above doesn’t account for the 5 days they were waiting in Sienne before being sent on a mission, it doesn’t account for the 2 days they were searching the forest during Chapter 17 before the four part battle map. That’s 7 days we need to add to each calculation right off the bat. That gets the largest scale, 1 pixel = 1.316 miles (2.118 km) to a total of 222 days. This doesn’t even yet account for any additional down time: days resting after a large fight, the untold days it took them to hand out supplies to the people of Talrega, if they had to wait for Reyson and Leanne to prepare to revive Serenes Forest, if they had to wait more time for Sanaki to marshall her army to lend to the Crimean Army after they returned from Serenes, days spent securing Nevassa, and so on. Now, 140 days is a lot to just wave away through all this, I admit.

So maybe my travel speeds were wrong. Maybe the army couldn’t march at 10 miles (16.1 km) per day through Daein in the winter, maybe invading Daein in the winter is really difficult for Begnion forces who may be more used to a more temperate climate. All the numbers I picked were somewhat arbitrary to begin with.

Or perhaps all of the scales are wrong to start with. We get a map of Tellius in Radiant Dawn that is of different proportions than the Path of Radiance Map I’ve been working with so far.

Perhaps the Path of Radiance map was squished down for the aspect ratio of the GameCube, so the Radiant Dawn map has the true proportions of the world. Am I going back to square one? Absolutely.

After adjusting the height of the Path of Radiance Map to fit the ratio of the Radiant Dawn map, we get this image:

On this new map, Soren’s path from Melior to the mercenary fort took 78 pixels, which makes sense as his path was mostly horizontal, and so the vertical stretch shouldn’t have changed it too much.

Also, perhaps Soren, being half black-dragon laguz, goes faster than 20-25 miles (32.2 40.2 km) per day on his own.

So I’m going to re-examine the scale. Obviously the largest scale from the “3 days is 4 days (???)” scale set is the only one that comes reasonably close, so I’m going to modify that one only. And that’s already at 100 miles (160.9 km) from Melior to the mercenary fort. I’m going to say his max pace as a Branded is more like 4.125 mph (6.6 km/h), over a 8 hour walking period instead of the 3.125 mph (5.0 km/h) we were using before. I picked this speed because he can't transform and he is not a hardy person by any means, and so I’m only comfortable giving him the speed of a professional courier on foot.

professional couriers could trek up to 31, or 38 miles a day by foot!

That gets us 33 miles (51.5 km) per day, right in the middle of the courier speed, but also on the lower end, which is fine. We’ll say he has to travel the full amount he can travel for the 4 days he’s traveling, giving us a total distance of 132 miles (206.0 km). This changes our scale to 1 pixel = 1.692 miles (2.723 km).

That makes the final size comparison maps look like this.

I’m content with this size, and it’s almost the same as the final solution amielleon arrived at, mine is perhaps a little smaller. See? What did I say about good math before?

It’s a little hard to see the size comparison between amielleon’s work and my own because the maps I have uses Mercator projection and the map amielleon has uses an Albers Equals Area Conic Projection

Now, to figure out the rest of the speeds the group travels to double check the time spent on the campaign and see if we’re any closer to fitting within canon:

The mercenary group can travel 20 miles (32.2 km) per day on their own in favorable conditions.

When escorting non-combatants, the mercenary company travels 18 miles (30 km) per day.

When traveling through unfavorable conditions, the mercenary company travels 12 miles (19.3 km) per day.

When escorting non-combatants through unfavorable conditions, the mercenary company travels 9 miles (14.5 km) per day.

When travelling to Serenes, they go at 25 miles (40.2) a day via caravan to speed up the rescue mission, but the normal 18 miles (30 km) per day back

The Begnion Army can travel 8 miles (12.9 km) per day in favorable conditions as they aren’t using drugs to enhance performance like they do when chasing the laguz in Radiant Dawn (a gross exaggeration of an extended script fact, going by Google Translate.)

In the Extended Script of 3-7 Ulki says: 帝国軍は神官部隊を有効に利用し、休息の時間を最低限に抑えているようだ which Google rougly translates to: The Imperial Army makes effective use of priesthood troops, it seems that the rest time is kept to a minimum.

This seems to surprise everyone in Radiant Dawn, so I’m assuming they weren’t doing that in this campaign.

The Begnion Army can travel 5 miles (8.0 km) per day in unfavorable conditions.

The Crimean Royal Knights can march at 6 miles (9.7 km) per day in favorable terrain.

Nasir’s ship crosses the now 1,029 mile (1,656.0 km) path at a blistering 17.15 mile (27.6 km) a day pace. He is now a vastly more understandable choice to take, but he is still really bad at boats, or he’s making the boat trip take longer on purpose to earn the mercenaries’ trust and find out about the medallion.

From the time they take the boat in Toha and arrive at Riven/Oribes Bridge, they have now spent 295 days moving from place to place, and have had a known downtime of at least 7 days, bringing this journey to a minimum of 302 days. I feel very comfortable excusing away 63 days to additional downtime that is not spoken of in definite terms in the game, such as: preparing for or recovering from battles; the time it took for Sanaki to gather together the troops she was lending to the Crimean Army; time spent securing their hold on Nevassa; time spent scounting; and the fact that it’s been a little less than a year from when they leave Port Toha to when they arrive back in Crimea.

The total distance they travel from Soren’s flight from Melior in Chapter 5 to defeating Ashnard in Melior is 5,037 miles (8,106.3 km) over 407 days, with 19 days of downtime in Gallia (13 before Greil dies, 6 after he dies), at least 5 days of downtime in Sienne, and 2 days searching for Reyson in Serenes before finding Leanne, and probably a whole lot more time that passes off screen.

If you want to try and set your own scale, feel free. I have listed below all the different lengths of the various parts of their journey as shown in my maps.

Flight to fort, 78 pixels Roadside Battle, 39 pixels Flight to Gallian Border, 36 pixels Trip from border to Gebal Castle, 24 pixels Trip to Fort Tatana, 37 pixels Final leg of trip to Zarzi, 90 pixels Journey back to Gallian Border, 132 pixels Trip to Port Toha, 68 pixels Nasir’s Very Slow Boat Trip, 608 pixels Trip from Begnion port to Sienne, 88 pixels Mission out to stop Slave Traders, 53 pixels Mission out to Grann Desert, 84 pixels Mission out to the Tanas villa, 147 pixels Mission out to Serenes Forest, 236 pixels March up to Tor Garen, 204 pixels March up to Talrega, 68 pixels March up to Nevassa, 61 pixels Mission out to Palmeni Temple, 37 pixels March over to Riven/Oribes Bridge, 140 pixels March to Castle Delbray, 46 pixels March to Mountains, 34 pixels March to Fort Pinell, 38 pixels March to Castle Nados, 12 pixels March to Melior, 30 pixels Mission out to Gritnea Tower, 20 pixels

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enhyupn · 3 years ago

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txt : confessing to you ʚɞ

pairing ot5!txt x gn!reader

fluff, no warnings, grammatical errors, word count: 693, non-idol au, established relationship, a/n i think i could of added more to these but ik it would of been so long so im saving you guys from reading something embarrassing 😩😩😩, tagging @kiyokoism @frozen-yogurt14

ᜊ yeonjun

will be so cheesy about it

you know in movies when people throw pebbles at people’s windows to get their attention

yeonjun is doing exactly that.

it’s like 10pm and you’re watching a movie and all of a sudden you hear tapping noises???!?!

you look down and all of a sudden there’s yeonjun holding speakers and a song’s playing

and the rest of txt are surrounding him holding flowers, lights and a basket of candy

you literally run down to him and there he is... singing a song for you as he holds your hand

it’s also safe to say you were almost close to tears

“can i be your boyfriend?” while holding out the bouquet of flowers soobin had in his hands

your favourite flowers, ones that he remembered you had told him on one brief occasion

ᜊ soobin

brought you to a local beach at night

the stars were clear in the sky (soobin had carefully planned a day where he knew there would be no clouds) and there was a small breeze

is such a romantic about it PLS

brought a picnic blanket, candles and your favourite food for you

you can hear the ocean waves in the background when soobin tells you he has something to say

at this point your heart is beating like CRAZYYY because you’re thinking god does soobin look good in the moonlight 😢😢

gives you a small smile and starts off by complimenting you and making small jokes just to hear you laugh

“i like you, i’ve liked you for the longest time” this is when you almost faint because... everything is just so perfect

the wind breeze slightly blowing through his hair adds to the whole look too

ᜊ beomgyu

honestly confessing to you wasn’t something he had planned

it was more like a last minute decision because of the situation

beomgyu’s cooking for you and when you come over to check up on him he gives you a little bite

you’re shocked. because you were confused on why it was so good

“beomgyu you’re gonna be such a good boyfriend to whoever dates you”

and beomgyu just pauses. for a second and thinks

he thinks of something so Smooth that it’ll be a waste to just not go through with it

“you can be the person that i’ll date?”

you almost choke on your spit when you hear him say that

you were about to laugh it off as a joke until you saw how serious he looked

half tempted to give him a kiss as your answer

ᜊ taehyun

he helps you revise for exams every now and then so he’s like. wouldn’t it be perfect to confess to you while studying

you’re stuck on one math question and you’re like taehyun answer this for me

taehyun obviously. does but this time brings out a completely different maths book than the one you use

you’re like ??? wtf

and he’s just like... answer this five questions and then go onto the next page

you don’t question it because... it’s taehyun... he knows better than you

when you’re finished those questions you turn the page and it’s a hand written note from taehyun

in it he talks about how much he likes being around you and that his feelings always have grown when around you and ☹️☹️ that he has the biggest crush on you

ᜊ huening kai

confesses to you in the easiest yet very impactful way... takes you out on a date <3

a date to the arcade to be more exact

is so giggly while he plays arcade games with you

wants to win you everything he sees

and shows off his basketball skills by doing exaggerated moves while posing for your pictures

takes pictures in those photo booths where you can do different poses for each grid

before like last photo he whispered in your ear

“i like you”

which ends up causing the last photo to be your face wide eyed with your mouth open staring at kai in disbelief

it’s safe to say you needed extra time in that photo booth to process that

#txt imagines #txt scenarios #prism.nw #lsn.works #hybenet #txt reactions #txt x reader #txt fluff #txt timestamps #txt x you #txt x y/n #txt fanfic #txt fanfiction #soobin x reader #yeonjun x reader #beomgyu x reader #taehyun x reader #hueningkai x reader

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tommiruewrites · 2 years ago

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could I get something with a ftm pre-transition reader finally getting a gender affirming haircut and going to their boyfriend Peter Parker?? if not that's okay too

Run to You

word count: 0.9k

requested: yes | no requests: open | closed request rules here

warnings: ftm!reader but no pronouns used & no "gendered" compliments used

a/n: i love this req smmmmmiybjuyb. also, ik you requested this one a hot minute ago so i hope you're still here to read it!!

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Peter fiddles with little vials filled with his own creation, trying to screw the cap onto one of them. He sits criss-cross-applesauce on his bedroom floor, balancing the small tube between his pointer finger and his thumb. He finally twists the lid on it correctly, smiling proudly at his handywork, when he hears the doorbell to his apartment go off multiple times in a row. They usually didn't get many visitors, and he didn't make plans with anyone today. Maybe Aunt May ordered dinner? Maybe it was Happy. He walks closer to the door of his bedroom, pressing his ear firmly against it despite the fact that he would have been able to hear just fine from his previous position.

"Hi Aunt May! Is Peter home?" Peters face lights up at the sound of your voice before scrunching up in confusion. He could hear your heavy breathing and your fast beating heart against your ribcage. You sounded like you had just run a marathon. "Oh, come on in! Is it an emergency?"

"No no no, don't worry, everything's fine. Great actually. I just have some good news."

Peter found himself pressing his ear further into the door. Quite frankly, if he had pushed any harder, he might have gone right through it.

"That's wonderful! Peter's in his room. Would you like a water?"

"No thanks, I'm alright. Thanks May!"

Peter stood there and listened as he heard your quick footsteps racing closer and closer and closer until-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK He jumped away from the door, the noise having been amplified more than it should have.

"Peter, it's me! Is this a bad time?"

He blinks blankly at the door for a moment before coming to his senses. He shoves his web shooters and fluid into a random drawer. "No! No, it's not a bad time! Uh- One sec!" Kicking the formula sheets under his bed, he stumbles over to the door to let you in.

You're in his room before he can even finish turning the handle, rambling on about how you ran the whole way here since you couldn't wait for the subway, and how you would "rather jump in front of a train than pay for a taxi to drive you three blocks". Peter shut the door behind you, listening intently to your ramblings. One thing that made you work so well together was that you could always understand each other's rants and rambles since both of your brains worked overtime.

"Is everything okay?" Peter asks, leaning back against his desk to face you.

"Yeah, everything's great!" You plopped down at the foot of his bed, navy-blue hoodie pulled up over your head. You see a sheet of paper with complicated math equations scribbled all over it peeking out from under his desk. "Oh, sorry, were you doing homework?"

"What?" He follows your eyeline to the sheet, fumbling over to pick it up and push it into a bin, "Oh, no..." He laughs out nervously, "I just finished anyways so you're fine. You aren't interrupting or anything." He sighs out, turning back to face you, "It's cool!"

You smile at him, starting to get antsy again "Okay, cool." You fiddle with the stretched-out hair-tie on your wrist as you practically vibrate off the bed with how much you're fidgeting.

Peter takes in your energetic body language, feeling himself starting to get fidgety. "So, what's up! We didn't have any plans today, did we?" Peter asks, mildly concerned he had forgotten something important. "I mean not that I don't want to hang out! It's great that you're here!" He starts babbling out, "I mean really, I love when you're here. I'm just- I'm a little confused..."

You can't help but laugh at his little rant, standing up to walk closer towards him "We didn't have plans, you can relax." You see him visibly exhale in relief. "I just have something really cool to show you." His eyes widen slightly in excitement and anticipation. He's always been way too curious for his own good. You reach your hands up to grab your hood and pull it off of your head, revealing a brand-new haircut. The haircut you had been begging and pleading to get for months. You glance at him, buzzing with excitement as you ruffle up your new short hair. "What do you think?"

Peter froze for a moment, his brain needing a second to process it before he was beaming down at you, quite literally bouncing with excitement and happiness for you. "Are you kidding?! It looks amazing! You look amazing!" He pulls you into a bone crushing hug, but you couldn't care less about the lack of oxygen at the moment. He only lets you go just enough to look at you some more, "When did they finally let you cut it off?"

"Only an hour ago. I ran straight here to show you!"

Peter could feel his insides literally exploding with emotions. He couldn't put his happiness for you into words if he was paid a million dollars. "You look amazing." He repeated, unable and unwilling to wipe the ginormous smile off his face. "Very cool. It suits you." You laughed and hid your face in his t-shirt, giddy with an overwhelming amount of peace. You pulled him impossibly tighter as you started to get a little emotional. You were so grateful to have Peter in your life.

"Thank you."

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andrew-minyards-bitch · 3 years ago

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aftg as things in my school

Renee: did y’all know that fanfic sites can’t be accessed during school hours?

Dan: …and why do you know this?

Renee: …

Kevin: *gives a throughout explanation on how the Middle Ages worked in Europe, explaining Christianity to Neil because Neil has a history text in his next class period*

Kevin: *continues to explain how feudalism was the government system during this time*

Random student on campus: are you trying to preach Christianity?

Kevin: …

Kevin: I’m an atheist 🤨

Student: ohh oh, sorry!

(this is in no way shape or form an outlay of what i believe to be Kevin’s belief, this is a comedic expression of what happened in my school between my personal interaction w another person and since I *was* discussing history i feel as though it suits Kevin’s character)

Kevin: so like can we bring…?

Wymack: no!

Kevin: soda?

Kevin: I haven’t even finished my question?!

Wymack: I’m sorry I thought u were going to say alcohol and i was like ? is he for real

Foxes: ALCOHOL IN A SCHOOL BUILDING LMFAO

Dan: stop- I was literally panicking because I thought he was going to say alcohol

Allison: PLS me too

Renee: can we bring those fake wine from weddings?

Wymack: NO!

Nicky: but it’s fake!

Wymack: [looks between Renee and Nicky] no no no no no no no no no no no no!

Matt: but but it’s just grape juice!

Wymack: it’s like you guys want me to get fired or something

Wymack: yeah so like I’ve been recently informed by my girls (in 1st period class but since this is aftg let’s just say “team”) that I’m the “dad” of the school? And Abby is the mom?

Whole team: ummm…yeah about that

Wymack: I thought I would at least me a cool uncle yk w/ my tattoos and all

Wymack: Id at least think that yk the tattoos will make me look cool, I don’t think I’m that old to be a dad

Upperclassmen, under their breath: parent! Abby and Wymack era, fucking knew it

Wymack: I do have a question though, if I’m the dad and Abby is the mom then how does Bee fit into this?

Andrew: Bee is the cool aunt

Renee: yeah, she would let us have sparkling grape juice

Wymack: no!

Wymack: [calls Kevin outside of the court]

Foxes: ooohh he’s in trouble

Bee: yeah busted!

Bee: Imagine your dad being your coach, that would be hell

Foxes: agreed!

Wymack: yeah.. my dad wasn’t a very good father

Matt: oh? I’m sorry, what happened?

Wymack: he left when I was 3 and when he visited he was always just punching me and getting mad

Matt: that must’ve been hell

Wymack: yeah, so like if you ever have conflicts w/ you dad yk you can come to me, I can empathize w/ you

Wymack: 😐

Matt: (ಥ﹏ಥ)

Allison and Aaron: [gets into a fight]

Renee: um.. Andrew? hello? are you going to do anything about this?

Neil: [films the whole thing]

Kevin: [eats an apple]

Nicky: [does zumba classes and randomly squats in front of Aaron and hollers]

Other sport players in the college campus: [trying to stop it]

Upperclassmen and the “Monsters”: [gets into an argument]

Them: [blocks the way bc they’re all standing up and arguing and are seconds away from throwing hands]

Neil: i’m just trying to get to my math class wtf

Aaron: help me study

Andrew: am i smart? yes do ik how to study? no

Aaron: 😑 me too but like pls just do ur best

Andrew: fine

Aaron: [studying for his biology quiz on thursday]

Aaron: and so this dude named Theodore Schwann had a bald spot on his forehead

Andrew: ???

Aaron: bald.. balls lol

Aaron: anyways so you can put balls in boxes which you can’t do with cells, wanna know why? because cells aren’t boxes

Andrew: this is how you study?

Aaron: [throws stank eye]

Allison and Seth: [make out near the women’s bathroom w/ tongue]

Kevin, knowing damn well that Seth can hear him and thriving off of it: hey Aaron! I just saw this dude kissing his on/off gf near the mf WOMENS BATHROOM

Aaron: that is unsanitary

Kevin: right!? and like shoving their tongues at each other and it was the most disgusting thing i’ve ever witness which is saying something because i slapped cold peanut butter on the table and got cut by a plastic spork on the first day of school

Seth: [stares at Kevin as they walk down the hallways and Seth is literally standing right next to Kevin]

Allison: guys there’s a bee in this class!!

Matt: slap it?

Dan: girl it’s near you

Allison: oh my god..

Dan: don’t move!

Renee: [gets up and goes to Allison, slaps the bee that’s flying around her head, bee lands on Allison’s hair, she freaks out, Renee thinks it’s dead and holds said bee with her bare fingers]

bee: [stings her]

Renee: ouch 😟🤨

Wymack, after Renee gets back from the nurse w/ a swell on her left thumb: she looks so offended and clueless as to why the bee stung her, she looked so confused and hurt too 😭

Renee: Abby I got stung by a bee

Abby: how’d you get stung by a bee?! did you do outside or something?

Renee: no, it just bit me

Jean: imagine being so unlucky that a bee stings you while you’re inside of a school building

Renee: IK!

Jeremy: omg look there’s another bee!

Renee: if you don’t stop!

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star-mum · 5 months ago

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FINALLY I'M HERE !!!!!! It took a while but this is the PERFECT way and time to read this

I'm so excited, I need y'all to see this vision: it's cold, Im all cozy under 3 blankets and have a huge mug of chocolate milk + coffee, ready to destroy this man's life

THIS IS ONE OF THE LITTLE MOMENTS WE ALL HEAR ABOUT !!!!

"And yes - you make sure to bring coffee this time" for Hank and Dawn, I hope. Cause Dick does NOT deserve it

"Dick had basically told you to fuck off" it's both insufferable and cute that he thinks I'm actually gonna listen to anything he says

"He’s terrible at following rules that he hasn't made" i love how casually we just DEMOLISH his entire career

"She's insistent on this ‘we' - reminding Dick that she's not alone" hES SUCH A GIRL FAILURE

"Two fractures, three concussions in the last year, and a herniated disc" oh yeah ! I forgot Hank was actively FUCKED UP in the start of this show

"Dick has been through worse" well Maybe.... you 🫵 deserved it 🖕

"Dawn being shot in the head from behind" IN THE HEAD ?????? 😧😧😧😧 OH okay got it

"He is surprisingly quiet for someone so large" Very Large 👀

I forgot how Aggro they were to each other here !! *loves it*

“What the fuck?” Hank is confused. Reasonable" KSKKSKSKS "i had a situation" I imagine Hank trying to make the most sense of it like "I WOULDN'T CALL HAVING A LONG LOST KID A "SITUATION""

"Your greetings get more pleasant everytime I see you, Dick" KSKSKSKS

"Dawn smiled, walking over to give you a hug after you had set everything down" HI BABYGIRL !!!!!! (also ik it's not the point but the way you describe reader? MAAAAJOOOORR girl kisser vibes, happy pride month)

"Dick rolled his eyes at this" sorry sOMEONE IS HAPPY TO SEE ME !!! can't wait for Hank to get here

"What kind of sociopath drinks watered down espresso anyway?” I hate to dunk on Hank when we have a common enemy BUT YEAH ???? IT'S JUST WATERED DOWN COFFEE ????

"You cut him off, literally stealing the words out of his mouth. God, I fucking hate it when you do that" THIS GOT SUCH A GIGGLE OUT OF ME !!!! I LOVE THIS LIL GROUP !!!

God seriously when Donna and Kory show up, Im gonna be the happiest I've ever been cause the vibes are already immaculate

“Would a pecan cinnamon roll make you feel better? You know, you always were my favorite.” IM OBSESSED WITH THIS GROUP DYNAMIC !!! YOU DONT UNDERSTAND

"Hank scarfed down his pecan bun without a single care about the circumstances of your visit now that he was fed" im having such a hard time Not desiring this man (and going on a lengthy detailed rant about it)

“‘Well’ what, Grayson?" GET HIS ASS BRO !!!

"apparently they like me more than they like you, anyway" SAY IT !!!!!

"But sometimes, on the path we choose to avoid our fate, we run headfirst into it" like on That's So Raven, yes

“Okay, okay, I get it now.” Dick smirked sarcastically, crossing his arms firmly over his chest" motherfucker WHAT ? (also get your arms and BOOBIES outta my face, you whore)

"but Hank was just a bit bigger, and because of his upbringing, he had absolutely no qualms about fighting dirty" stop making me think about this man 🫣🫣 and how big he is 🫣🫣

"he flailed, realizing what a terrible move this was" SKKSKKSKA "i have taken a calculated risk 😌" ... "I've also failed math 3 times 😔"

"Okay.” You shrugged" i love her sm, she's an icon KSKSKS "okay... you can think that, a smart person wouldn't but it is a free country"

"So you’re saying that all the military tactics Bruce taught you never paid off, and you’re intensely predictable when fleeing under pressure?" AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH JUST ENDED HIS ENTIRE CAREER, HIS LIFE, EVERYTHING !!!! OH MY GOOOOOODDDDDDD

"And you’re admitting that you’re just a bullshit carnival psychic like your mother was?" wooooooowwww OKAY ! I dont make fun your dead parents ! only the fucked up alive one, you asshole

"she saw what happened to Dick’s parents in a vision. How they died. She tried to stop it" DUUUUUUDEEEEE !!!!!! okay im sorry but my mom dies trying to save YOUR mom and you shit talk her to me??? JAIL. JAIL FOR NEPO BABY FOR A THOUSAND YEARS

"For once in their lives, both of the men sat in silence, actually deferring to you and following your lead"

One Moment Per Episode With Dick Grayson

Season One, Episode Two: "Hawk and Dove"

Summary:

Even though Dick denies that he needs your help, you can't let other innocent people - like Hank, Dawn, and Rachel - get caught in the crossfire of his stubbornness and annoyance toward you.

So when you have a vision of Dick fleeing back to some of the only friends he knows, you don't hesitate to chase him. And yes - you make sure to bring coffee this time.

Dick Grayson x Fem!Powered!Reader. Childhood Friends/Exes to Lovers. Emotional Angst and Bantering/Humor. Set during Season 1, Episode 2.

Word Count: 6,000

DC Titans Masterlist | AO3 Link | Series Masterlist

Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: the reader uses she/her pronouns - I still want to warn that some people might accuse this character of being an OC/might consider this an OC, but the reader received a great reception in the last chapter, so you guys might like her uniqueness if you read this; as usual with my stories, the majority of pronouns used in the fic are you/yours; and other than clothing style and a scar that informs her backstory, the reader's looks are not described and are left vague (as far as race, body type, hair colour, etc. - those things are not described); the reader character does have powers - the reader character is psychic and can see glimpses of the future in dream-like visions; the reader actually has a vision in this one (and there is more descriptions of her visions in general) (looking back, I wish I would have opened the first chapter on a vision of the apocalypse but oh well); the reader and Dick are 'exes' - their relationship was never official (they never explicitly called each other boyfriend/girlfriend), but they used to have sex often (and they both have feelings for each other that they never openly spoke about), and they are childhood friends, so there is a lot of emotional history there; this fic uses Y/N; this whole chapter (and this whole series, really) involves intense criticism of Dick's character - the Titans version specifically - so if you don't like that and if you don't like the Titans characterization of him, then turn back now; mentions of canon-typical violence; non-graphic descriptions of Dick having an infected wound as a child (speaking to his characterization); mentions of non-canon character deaths - happening in non-canon branching paths in the reader's visions (things that don't come true, but have the opportunity to come true if she doesn't interfere); mentions of gun violence; lots of stereotypical monogamous jealousy going on here - some canon, and some not (not the kind of thing my poly ass typically writes, but it does well with Dick's toxic personality, so I like it) - Hank being jealous of Dick and Dawn's reunion, and Dick trying to evoke jealousy from the reader over his past relationship with Dawn (though I have made it clear in the text that Dick doesn't have feelings for Dawn anymore); Dick accidentally pointing a gun at the reader (because of mistaken identity); this time there is equal pining and horniness between Dick and the reader (mostly because I am a simp for Dick in that navy button down shirt, unf); mentions of Dick's past trauma (the death of his parents) and his PTSD reactions because of it; mentions of Dick and the reader having sex in the past and their sexual desire toward each other and some mild sexual themes, but there is no explicit smut in this chapter (there might be some in future chapters); the reader gets injured in a fight with The Family; mentions of Dawn's canon injuries and subsequent coma; I believe that's it for this part.

A/N: I actually wanna say that this chapter was complete and ready to be edited in my drafts, and because of the comments and feedback I got on the last chapter, I actually went in and made some additions to this chapter. People really seemed to like the banter between Dick and the reader character, and there wasn't much of it in this part, so I made sure to add more of it - because if you guys tell me that you like a certain aspect of a fic, I will play up that aspect in future chapters or in future fics. That is why commenting matters. Writers listen to your detailed feedback and put it into future stories - we aren't just looking for comments to stroke our egos. So if you guys like this chapter and the banter in it, know that you helped shape it from what it originally was!

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Dick had basically told you to fuck off - he didn’t want to be involved, but he already was.

The events were already set into motion around him, and there was nothing he could do to stop it now. So - rather than turn around and go all the way back home, you had simply gotten a hotel room in Detroit, waiting for him to ask for your help, or waiting for some signal that he would truly need you.

You fell into an easy sleep, and soon - that signal came to you.

…

A rooftop. Two old friends. Tense smiles under a beautifully bright day that didn’t suit them.

“She killed someone?” Dawn nods toward Rachel, who is sitting beside the large dove house that Hank built, looking at the gentle animals in quiet fascination. She feels peaceful in their presence. “She’s just a kid.”

That’s what he wants. He wants everyone to underestimate her.

“Whoever they are, they’ve got people in the department.” Dick replies.

He’s talking about the people who kidnapped her right out from under his nose - the ones who nearly succeeded in making her a ritual sacrifice. Just one of many forces that were coming after her. One of many forces that seek to harm her.

“We needed somewhere safe to regroup.” He adds on. “And think about what I’m gonna do.”

Somewhere safe?

“What about Bruce?” Dawn poses.

Of course Dick wouldn’t go fleeing back to him. Daddy issues. He thinks of Dawn and Hank as his true family. The Titans have always been his true family. Since losing the Circus, it’s the only family that he’s known.

Oh. Somewhere safe. Of course.

Dick visibly shudders at the thought of going back to Bruce. “He’s no good with kids.”

That's an understatement.

“A cop, huh?” Dawn gives him a small grin. “That’s one I never would’ve figured.”

Well, he seeks out order. But he's a stubborn, bull-headed person who demands to be the leader at all times. He’s terrible at following rules that he hasn't made - terrible at falling under someone else's authority. He thinks that being a police officer is bringing forth real justice.

It was never meant to last.

Dick knew this. He doesn’t like admitting his own faults. So, he rushes to change the subject.

“How are you?” He asks Dawn, clearly curious.

It’s almost as though he wants her to say that her life has been notably worse without the Titans. Just like his has been.

It's been too long since he's spoken to her. He loves running without looking back. It’s something that he’s very good at.

“We’re great.” Dawn answers, flashing him a smile. She's insistent on this ‘we' - reminding Dick that she's not alone. She's not a single person anymore. “Hank’s feeling the life a little. Age waits for no man, and all that.”

Of course. This should have been obvious to him, but he’s a little too absorbed in his own problems to consider it.

“How bad?” Dick asks the obvious question.

“Two fractures, three concussions in the last year, and a herniated disc.” Dawn replies honestly.

Dick has been through worse. He acts like it’s nothing, but it’s not. He’s the type of man to attempt to put a band-aid on a bullet wound. While traveling with the Circus, he stepped on a nail once, and tried to hide it from his parents - pulled it out himself and only told them when the wound began to fester and get infected.

Fiercely independent and stubborn, even back then.

“Jesus, Dawn.”

Yet, he acts as though this is surprising. He acts as though this isn’t the norm when you exchange your bodily safety for the safety of others.

“We’re still good out there, Dick.” She presses, sounding as though she is trying to convince herself. They need the team. That’s what’s missing. The downfall of her confidence. “Really good. But one slip-up-”

“You should quit.” Dick declares this firmly, confidently. He always believes his own authority as fact. “You both should.”

Deep down, he knows that both Dawn and Hank will never quit. Like himself, they do not take well to ‘retirement’. They will die doing this job or they will find quieter ways to keep doing good - but they will never rest. Rest feels too selfish.

“That’s the plan.” Dawn replies. It feels like a lie coming out of her mouth, and she smiles around the discomfort of it. “As soon as we take out these gun suppliers he’s obsessed with. One more chance to do some good and then he promised he’s out.”

Suddenly, there was a flash of something else.

Guns. Piles and piles of guns. Dawn being shot in the head from behind. Bright red blood soaking into white hair. A sneak attack while they have their guard down. Hank, overwhelmed by grief, unable to consider his own life as enemies surround him.

He is forcefully pulled off her limp body.

His screams bounce off the concrete walls as he is chained up and tortured.

Things never go according to plan, do they?

Dick gives her a sharp look as he considers the possibilities. Almost as if, due to his paranoia, he too can see the future.

He wants to offer his help, or tell them simply not to go, but Dawn steals the words off his tongue.

“You could help us out.” She remarks brightly.

Yes, he could. He should.

Another flash of similar events.

This ends just as bloody. Similar howls of pain echo through the warehouse. Hank is limping as Dawn supports him, but all three of them are alive. They all make it back to the apartment alive.

Dick is working on his personal definition of justice. It’s not exactly clean. (But it works.)

But still, he hesitates.

“I’m out of the life, Dawn.”

Liar.

Suddenly, Hank appears. He is surprisingly quiet for someone so large.

“The hell are you doin’ here, Dick?” He barks out the name like poison - in a harsh, jutting way that many others have done before him.

Everyone becomes tense. It’s an unwelcome reunion.

“Hank.” Dawn speaks his name curtly - a reminder. Mind your temper.

“I had a situation.” Dick tries to explain himself, being far too vague.

But again, how does one cleanly summarize encountering a young girl with powers like Rachel’s and being so unsure how to handle it? And of course, Dick hates to admit being unsure of himself. He hates to admit needing help. He prefers to phrase things delicately - as though this were a choice, a fun day trip, rather than the desperate fleeing that it truly is.

“Nice little reunion you got goin’ here.” Hank says sarcastically.

“You know it’s not like that.” Dick replies.

He is right, but poor at defending himself against Hank’s flare of jealousy. He is so walled off that he doesn’t dare to admit he doesn’t have eyes for Dawn anymore, even in the slightest. That relationship was nice, but those feelings died out long ago. He simply can’t see her in a romantic light anymore because his heart belongs to someone he believes could never want him in return.

Follies for another time.

“Sure looks like it to me.” Hank grunts in return.

“Hank.” Dawn says his name sharper this time, capturing his attention as he stares at Dick with fire burning in his eyes.

She nods toward Rachel, who is staring at all of them with confusion.

It’s her. She’s the reason why we’re all here. She’s the reason we’re all going to be alive years from now.

“What the fuck?” Hank is confused. Reasonable.

“Can we just go back inside, please?”

Good idea.

…

You woke up in a cold sweat, fumbling around numbly to turn on the lamp of the hotel room that you were staying in. Having your mind widen across the astral plane could be absolutely exhausting.

Of course Dick had gone back to them.

Looks like you were headed to DC.

…

“Dawn, you can’t hit this job. Look at the number of security contractors here-”

“Come on, don’t change the subject.”

Dawn was cut off from speaking any further by a loud thud coming from the front door. Something almost akin to a knock. Hank (who had gone out to pick up some beer) had a key, so - that definitely wasn’t him. Rachel was in the guest room watching Game of Thrones -

Dick and Dawn exchanged a look, both thinking the same thing.

There was someone at the door. Someone unannounced.

And whoever was at the door might be someone looking for Rachel - someone seeking to harm her. In the kind of silent communication that had only been developed over years of working together as a team, Dick gave Dawn a nod and she calmly raised from her chair to go and check on Rachel. And then he grabbed his service pistol, flicking the safety off and cocking it - he swiftly walked to the front door, and while pointing the gun at whoever was outside.

It was a clear warning, and also ready to fire if the person tried barging in. Dick opened the door slowly, and peered into the hallway, his heart beating rapidly in his chest as he waited to see who it was.

You.

It was you.

He let out a sharp breath of relief when the information fully penetrated his brain - the fact that it was you standing there, and not someone intending to do him or Rachel harm. Not an enemy.

You were standing there as innocently as ever, wearing a red dress with a beautiful paisley pattern on it - still sporting those same brown leather boots and that same cozy jacket. Again, you looked so damn beautiful, and it shouldn’t have been comforting, and Dick shouldn’t have been filled with want. You were holding a paper tray full of coffee cups - which you had pressed against your breast for balance, and in the other hand, you had a large brown bag that seemed to be full of pastries from the smell.

“Fuck.” He swore sharply, his arm still holding the gun up stiffly - his body still filled with the conflicting fight or flight response pumping through him, unanswered.

You let out a bright laugh at this, seemingly amused by Dick’s tense aura.

“Your greetings get more pleasant everytime I see you, Dick.” You said, nodding toward the gun that was still extended in your direction.

He let out another tense breath, and forcefully unlocked his forearm then, in order to put the gun down. He put the safety back on and tucked it into the back of his waistband as he opened the door fully to let you inside.

“You really are such a warm and welcoming person.” You added on, sarcasm ripe in your voice.

“You’re an asshole.” Dick replied, still feeling the ache of a fight or flight response tearing through him as he tried to calm down.

He knew that you hadn’t meant to scare him - or maybe you had, seeing as you hadn’t apologized, and seemed to find the whole thing entirely amusing. But at least you weren’t someone that he actually needed to shoot. So that was a plus.

“I am not.” You replied snarkily, stepping past Dick and making your way into the apartment. “I’m nice. You told me that next time I should bring coffee, and I did. That’s the farthest thing from being an asshole.”

“Dick, what’s going on?” Dawn called out, stepping out from the guest room with Rachel hot on her heels.

Realization spread across her features when she saw you placing your goodies on the counter as Dick closed and locked the front door.

“Y/N,” Dawn smiled, walking over to give you a hug after you had set everything down.

You embraced her tightly for a moment before she pulled away with a smile. Dick rolled his eyes at this - still annoyed at your presence. He would never admit it, but he was upset that Dawn was much happier to see you than she had been when he had arrived.

“Another friend?” Rachel asked, hovering at the edge of the kitchen, slightly hesitant of you.

“A good friend.” Dawn confirmed, shining her smile toward Rachel. “Rachel, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is-”

“Rachel. Hi.” You cut off Dawn as she made the introduction, giving a gentle wave toward Rachel while she nodded shyly at you.

“A friend who’s not supposed to be here.” Dick added on gruffly.

“Grumpy grumps don’t get danishes.” You said, holding up the large brown paper bag.

Dick sighed and rolled his eyes, wanting to protest about you distracting from the larger point with pastries - but technically, he had asked you to bring them.

“We’ve got… a medium vanilla latte for Dawn,” You pulled the cup out of the tray, now doling out the coffee orders. It was something that you knew partially from memory, and partially from the omnipotence that came with your powers.

She took it with a quiet ‘thank you’.

“A small black coffee with extra sugar for Rachel.” You offered her the paper cup, and she loosened up on her hesitance toward you, eagerly leaning in to grab it. She smiled at the fact that you knew her preference and didn’t question her for drinking coffee at such a young age.

“Thanks.” She said brightly.

“A large black coffee for grumpy pants.” You said, holding out a cup towards Dick.

When he reached for it, you teasingly swiped it back before you actually gave it to him, and he heaved out another sigh.

“Are you gonna tell me what you’re doing here?” He asked sharply as he popped open the lid on the cup and took a sip.

You decided to ignore him.

“And an Americano for Hank.” You went on speaking about the coffee, rather than answering Dick’s question. “What kind of sociopath drinks watered down espresso anyway?”

“He-” Dawn spoke up, about to tell you that Hank was at the store, not even there to enjoy it while it was still hot. But then, there was the sound of lock and key in the door and it came bursting open.

“Dawn, I got your stupid fru-fru coconut ice cream. I had to go to three different stores for it, and-”

When Hank saw everyone gathered in the kitchen, including the surprising addition of you, he glared as he kicked the door shut behind him.

“Well, isn’t this a real goddamn-”

“A real goddamn summer camp.” You cut him off, literally stealing the words out of his mouth.

“God, I fucking hate it when you do that.” Hank sighed, a visible stiffness running through him - similar to the way Dick looked when you said ominous things. He was creeped out and defensive at the same time.

“Would a pecan cinnamon roll make you feel better?” You posed, pulling a smaller bag out of the bag of pastries and offering it to him.

“You know, you always were my favorite.” He replied, quickly changing his tune as he came to grab the treat from you, a snarky smile spreading across his lips.

Dick reached for the brown bag sitting on the counter to get one of those danishes you had mentioned. You saw this out of the corner of your eye, and you snatched it away from him. You had meant what you said. He tensed up visibly but didn’t argue.

Dawn giggled, pointedly looking between the two of you before she reached into the bag herself - of course, only for you to slide it closer to her.

Dick sighed harshly and tried to move on from the subject. “Now, are you gonna tell me what you’re doing here?”

…

It wasn’t long before Dick sequestered you away, demanding answers. He dragged you into Dawn and Hank’s bathroom, actually. This left Dawn to awkwardly fill the space with Rachel, who was wondering who you were, and was asking more questions as she sensed the tension between you and Dick. Meanwhile, Hank scarfed down his pecan bun without a single care about the circumstances of your visit now that he was fed.

You sat on the edge of the bathtub with your arms crossed, looking at Dick with firm calculation, just like you always did, waiting for him to speak. He shoved his hands in his pockets - something that made his whole stance tense and broad and horribly appealing. It was something that reminded you that he had stayed perfectly fit since you had last seen him - and he had nothing but fine, firm muscles under that shirt.

You forced yourself to focus as he stiffened his jaw and stared right back at you.

“Well?” He scoffed.

“‘Well’ what, Grayson?” You nagged back, knowing fully well what he meant.

He sharply rolled his eyes. That seemed to be a reaction that you invoked from him quite frequently.

“Why the hell did you follow me?” He sighed, his breath too tired to be as fully demanding as he intended.

You wondered when the last time he had slept was. He was someone who wore insomnia strangely well, especially considering that Bruce had driven him to be sleepless since his teen years. It was something that he was accustomed to by now, so he never got the ‘bags under eyes’, ‘half dead’ thing that most other people did when they didn’t sleep. He simply looked like himself.

You hated how much internal destruction and self abuse suited him.

“Who says I followed you?” You replied, your natural instinct toward snark acting up again. “Maybe I just felt like dropping by. Dawn and Hank are my friends, too.”

You almost added on ‘apparently they like me more than they like you, anyway’ - but you didn’t feel the need to kick him so badly when he was already down.

Dick let out a quiet growl, reaching up to firmly pinch the bridge of his nose with his finger and a thumb.

Already, you were wearing his patience thin.

You knew that you couldn’t tell him the truth.

One thing you knew for certain - Dick Grayson was a control freak. It was something that had been carved into him by trauma and fully solidified by years of training with Bruce.

That night, so long ago - having his parents slip out from his grasp when he had been so young, while performing a routine that they were known for courageously doing without a safety net. A routine that they were so certain of and knew so well, having never factored in the act of murderous sabotage that ultimately killed them - it made Dick want to obsessively control every single aspect of his life and everyone else’s around him.

Not only did he want to help those around him avoid danger, but he wanted the people around him to behave exactly how he imagined that they should at all times.

He was constantly on the lookout for frayed ropes - for the unexpected variables that might be the downfall of someone that he loved. He felt that his parents’ death had been his fault, that he hadn’t been diligent enough that night, so he needed to be hypervigilant in every other aspect of his life to keep more people from dying.

It was part of the reason that you bothered him so much. You were always unexpected - always a wild variable that he had to chase down. Whether it was your actions, your words, or your reactions to the things that he did and said - he felt like he could never predictably nail you down, and he absolutely fucking hated it. (It was probably also one of the reasons that he got such a fantastic release from fucking you - but that was a box of emotional issues he was not yet willing to open.)

But - being the control freak that he was - he liked to try and control the outcome of your visions.

Yes, you did see the future in your visions. And yes, the version of that future that you saw could sometimes be changed. It was part of the reason that you tried to interfere to stop bad things. You had seen many things before that had never come true - both good things and terrible things.

But you had warned Dick time and time again that the future is not random. You never saw simple flashes of random possible outcomes and one of those realities might come true. No - you saw people’s intentions. You saw the results of the choices that people make.

If someone intended to commit a murder - you would see death. If they changed their mind - you would see life. If someone interfered to stop that murder - the future could change in a lot of strange ways because of it.

Life is a winding path with a lot of branches to it, and when someone makes a choice, some of those branches die off.

Dick Grayson’s controlling, all mighty, ‘need to interfere’ mindset certainly had a way of changing the future. He constantly felt the need to use the information from your visions to force people into making the ‘right’ choice. But sometimes, on the path we choose to avoid our fate, we run headfirst into it.

You were never going to tell him - but Dick and his controlling nature had gotten people killed before.

You had discovered over time that it was better to simply not tell him things - to hold back information until it was the right time for him to hear it.

“Do you actually enjoy being irritating?” Dick rasped harshly at you. “Or is it just something that you’re good at?”

You shrugged. “Probably both.”

He let out another stiff breath.

“Look, I’m here for Rachel.” You said, trying to correct course. “She’s mourning, she’s confused, her powers are out of control. She needs someone to help guide her. Someone who might be able to show her how to keep her powers under control.”

“O-kay.” Dick said, clearly dubious, not fully convinced. He looked at you with his brows firmly knit, and you felt the need to further convince him.

“Look, I’m not stalking you if you think that’s what it is.” You added on. “I had a vision, I saw you and Dawn on the roof-”

“Okay, okay, I get it now.” Dick smirked sarcastically, crossing his arms firmly over his chest, making his biceps bulge inside of his button down shirt in a way that was far too appealing.

Focus - you reminded yourself. Focus.

“What?” You replied, genuinely confused.

“You don’t like me spending time with Dawn.” He declared, continuing to smirk at you as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

More than anything, this left you utterly fucking confused.

“What?” You chuckled, repeating the word like a gaping parrot - a nervous, awkward edge in your voice.

You liked Dawn. She was one of your best friends.

And you didn’t give a rat’s ass if Dick and Dawn spent time together. Especially because you knew that Dick coming here was him fleeing to a friend while in crisis, not him looking for a hookup. Especially not while Dawn and Hank were together. Dawn was nothing if not intensely loyal.

And nothing would have happened while Hank was in the apartment. You had never seen Dick and Hank fight - but Hank was just a bit bigger, and because of his upbringing, he had absolutely no qualms about fighting dirty, even when he was fighting a friend. So you knew who you would bet on in that fight.

So - what the hell was Dick talking about?

Even with your strange sense of omnipotence, you couldn’t tell at the time - Dick was baiting you. Hard. He wanted you to flip out, to get jealous.

It was the emotionally stunted thing to do, but he wanted to see some sense that you cared.

At least Hank going full cave-man mode upon seeing Dick meant that he thought what he had with Dawn was precious and worth protecting. It meant that he saw Dick as a threat.

When you continued to stare at Dick with nothing but confusion, gaping like a fish, he flailed, realizing what a terrible move this was. And for some stupid reason, instead of dropping the subject altogether, he dug himself deeper into the hole.

“You know, the thing with me and Dawn is all in the past.” He said, mentally squirming, waiting to see how you would react. “There’s really nothing going on between us.”

“Yeah.” You smoothed your lips into a firm line, completely uncaring about this line of conversation. “Good for you.”

Perhaps mistaking the annoyance in these words as the jealousy that he was so urgently seeking, his tone completely changed then. Like a child throwing a tantrum, he had gotten the negative energy that he wanted from the interaction - so he kept on digging in.

“Okay, you know what?” He snapped. “If you’re not gonna tell me why you’re really here, then I’m just gonna have to assume that you’re bullshitting.”

“Oh, I’m bullshitting?” You replied, resisting the urge to break into a grin.

He had seen solid proof of your powers on many occasions. He had seen you do things that couldn’t be proven by science. So why was he only accusing you of ‘bullshitting’ right now?

“Yes.” He replied stoically. “You didn’t see anything - you don’t actually know anything. You don’t know shit. You’re probably just guessing, and making shit up as you go along and hoping people will believe you.”

“Okay.” You shrugged.

You were unphased by this declaration. You knew by now to trust your visions - even if Dick was revoking that trust. You knew that you had solid information, and if you didn’t follow it, the lives of the people that you loved were at risk.

You guessed that this was just Dick throwing a tantrum because you wouldn’t share that information with him.

Dick ground his teeth. Unconsciously, he was still intensely frustrated that he hadn’t gotten more of a reaction out of you. Whether it was the information that he was looking for - or some greater sense of anger or urgency that he felt when you were around. But he needed something. He needed to know that you still felt something because of him.

You were always so damn calm. Far too calm for his liking.

“You’re just guessing.” He pressed on. “It’s not that hard to know I would come here. You just fucking followed me because-”

“So you’re saying that all the military tactics Bruce taught you never paid off, and you’re intensely predictable when fleeing under pressure?” You chuckled, pointing out the flaws in his own logic.

Dick flinched.

He hated how uncomfortable your words made him. Squirming in that discomfort - he went low.

“And you’re admitting that you’re just a bullshit carnival psychic like your mother was?”

It was a tender wound.

The moment that your face fell - shifting from mild amusement at your own joke to intense pain and hurt - Dick’s insides recoiled with regret.

“Y/N-” He sighed.

“Nope.” You cut him off sharply, shoving past him.

He let you, finally allowing you to escape the tense air of the bathroom so you could go out and properly catch up with Dawn while drinking your coffee.

…

No matter how angry you were with him, you couldn’t let him die.

Even as you laughed and chatted with Dawn, and got to know Rachel a bit, you couldn’t get the flashes of horrifying possible futures out of your mind.

…

Where is Dick Grayson? Where is Dick Grayson? Where is he?

A crazed family singing showtunes. A skipping rope being used as a whip - knives plunging through flesh. Torture. Pain. Screams.

You saw Dick fleeing with Rachel in the night, believing that he had made the right decision to protect her. Believing that he was keeping you, and Dawn and Hank safe. You heard a sharp screech of tires as he was cut off on a dark backroad by an old-fashioned station wagon with wooden paneling. A car crash. Dick flew through the front windshield - and as he bled to death, his last moments were spent hearing Rachel’s cries for help as she was dragged from the car.

Bad decision.

Dick spoke about ‘some job’ that Hank and Dawn were planning and instantly, there were flashes through your mind of Dawn shot in the head, laying on the floor in a pool of her own blood - Hank’s screams of anguish as he was chained and tortured.

They need his help.

Why were you there?

To stop those bad decisions. Hopefully.

You couldn’t explain it all to Dick - you couldn’t play it all out for him so simply. He was a control freak. If you told him all the details, then he would insist on making a choice. He would insist on running the play. And he might make one of those stupid choices. You had to avoid making the same mistake that your mother had. Don’t give those stubborn, powerful men too much information and trust them to use it wisely - because they most likely won’t.

“You should go with them.” You told Dick, your voice curt - the first time that you had acknowledged him in hours.

He seemed shocked by you even looking in his direction, let alone speaking to him after the comment he had made.

“Look, Y/N-”

“I’ll stay with Rachel.” You added on.

When Rachel eagerly agreed to this, it seemed to seal the deal for him.

He acted as though it was his plan all along.

Whatever made him feel better about it.

…

You and Rachel ended up on the rooftop. She gravitated toward the doves - she found them calming, as she told you.

“How do you know Dick?” She asked you, clearly unable to keep down that curiosity that was naturally biting at her.

With the cool night air whipping at your cheeks, you found it easy to be vulnerable with her.

“We grew up together.” You told her.

“You were a part of the Circus?” She asked, giving a small amused grin at the thought.

“Yes.” You confirmed, mirroring her smile. Sometimes the nostalgia was painful, but unlike Dick, you didn’t try to forget it. “My mother was a fortune teller - a psychic. She was considered one of the best. People would come from miles around, or even follow the Circus from place to place just to have their palm read by her.”

Rachel laughed at this, clearly amused.

“So what - she had a big crystal ball, and she would read the lines on your hand to tell you how long you’re gonna live?”

You shrugged.

“Something like that.” You confirmed.

There was a beat of silence. Knowing what Rachel was going through, you felt the need to confess something to her.

“My mother - she died when I was about your age.” You told her, knowing that it was likely something she needed to hear.

It can always be comforting to know that you’re not alone.

Rachel looked at you with large, piercing eyes - heavy grief still dancing there. It was still so fresh. Your heart ached for her.

“What happened?” She asked.

With her powers, you were surprised that she didn’t already know.

But you thought it apt to explain it to her.

“My mother didn’t just do card tricks and read palms.” You said. “She was special. Special like us, special.”

A distinct look of dawning came across Rachel’s features.

“She had powers.” She said softly.

You nodded.

“So, wait - are these kinds of powers… genetic?” She asked eagerly, seeming to perk with interest at this.

Suddenly, a million long-dead questions about a father she had never known overtook her like a tidal wave.

Obviously, her mother had been perfectly normal. Had she gotten her powers from her father? If she found him, would he be able to tell her who she truly was?

“I suppose so.” You answered meekly, hating that you didn’t know for certain. “I hate that I can’t say for sure.”

Rachel’s face fell at this.

Then, something occurred to her.

“How did your mom’s powers kill her?” She asked.

“It - it wasn’t really her powers that killed her.” You began to explain. “It was more… the way she used them.”

Rachel looked at you expectantly, and you continued.

“Before she died… she saw what happened to Dick’s parents in a vision. How they died.” You explained. “She tried to stop it, and the people who were intent on killing them weren’t too happy about it. So they killed her too.”

It was a fate that you were constantly trying to avoid - stumbling into death while trying to save those that you loved. It was one of the reasons that you put up with so much attitude from Dick Grayson. You would much rather have him alive and giving you lip than have him dead because of some mistake that you made.

Rachel looked pensive for a moment - watching the birds as they rested in their large cage.

“Is that why you’re helping us now?” She asked quietly. “You’re trying to keep us from getting killed?”

“I’m doing my best.” You remarked, anxious hope ripe in your voice.

…

Clustering voices. A tense argument.

It was broken up by -

“Hello there.”

The faux sweetness of a dangerous stranger.

Fear shook you. The sound gave you a sense of deja vu. You recognized them from a far off vision.

Before you could warn the others, it broke into a brutal fight.

You used all the training you had, but you were distracted by Dick being thrown off the roof. Something hit you in the head, hard - you heard Dawn cry out for help, and you saw a cluster of blonde hair and limbs as she went flying.

Rachel screamed and reached out for you and you desperately reached back - you were dizzy and blinking heavily and didn’t even remember being knocked down.

“Dawn! Dawn!”

You heard Dick shouting urgently and then you realized in horror that she might be dead.

Dawn.

You were sluggish and felt wetness on the side of your face that must have been blood, but you forcibly peeled yourself off the ground, stumbling toward the sound of Dick’s voice - toward the fire escape. You tripped down a few of the stairs, your blurred eyes only focused on the shape of them - him crouching over her body, blonde hair splayed across the pavement, limp legs.

She’s not dead.

She can’t be.

When you made it to her, you fell to your knees beside her. With the last of her energy, she locked eyes with you.

Fear. Anxiety. Terror. Trust.

She knew that you would help her.

Her eyes drifted closed, and Dick panicked.

“Dawn, Dawn!”

“Be quiet.” You barked at him.

You needed to concentrate.

“You’re telling me to shut up?” He griped back, his fear and panic foaming up through his lips as intense anger directed towards you. “Shouldn’t you have seen this coming? What happened to-?”

“I don’t appreciate the attitude.” You ground out, looking up at him to find nothing but pure fear staring back at you. “Now - Shut. Up.”

You placed your hand gently onto Dawn’s forehead - you concentrated hard, focusing your powers on her. You couldn’t do anything about her physical injuries, but you could preserve the parts of her that mattered the most. You could keep her spirit alive. You could lock her memories away in a safe place so that she would be whole when her body healed.

“What kind of voodoo bullshit is she doing?” Hank huffed out, having just made it down the fire escape himself.

“Be quiet and let her work.” Dick told him, waving a dismissive hand in Hank’s direction.

For once in their lives, both of the men sat in silence, actually deferring to you and following your lead.

They trusted you to do something good for her, rather than doing more harm.

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