#those student led plays are always a hit
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Theatre kid Damian is so real
#Lead or nothing always#NO WAIT THATS A JOKE#on the real I think he’d be on set design and like. perma understudy#idc about secret identities since he can throw his voice he’s for the girls too#so like whenever they need a last minute sub in they have Damian#after the first few times they just have an extra costume in his size on hand#he doesn’t actually go for the lead very often#I think he’d like stage managing and not just being in charge or whatever#I think he’d like to dip his toes in a little bit of everything#so it’s more like. general director assistant like he’s checking in on lights choreo costume etc#but like MORE#those student led plays are always a hit#well when he’s there#the ONLY thing is that he’s not very good at translating originals onto what fits for them#if it’s up to him they would perform the entirety of the odyssey onstage in one go#they are in highschool.#he sees no problem#he doesn’t like singing in his actual voice if it’s a role for him he’ll throw it slightly higher or deeper than it is#but base voice nah#there’s no reason tbh his family thinks it’s a insecurity/closed off thing and they might be right he just doesn’t like it#like he wouldn’t not do it if asked but it makes him slightly uncomfortable#it’s not deep enough for him to care and tbh the more they press the more he won’t just to push the point
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F.T.L | m.leon x reader / i.engen x reader
summary: you find out mapi is cheating, so you get revenge in the best way possible: getting a taste of her lover.
author notes: figure out what F.T.L stands for :)
contains: mapi leon x reader, ingrid engen x reader, mapi leon x ingrid engen, medical university student!reader, tattoo artist!ingrid engen, this is full of cheating & lying, cheating used as a form of revenge, everyone is sorta a piece of shit sorryyy, tons of angst, this is NOT smut so don't even, toxicity, a prime example of what NOT to do in a relationship, this is very long cause i'm not leaving yall on a cliffhanger, this is very insane so buckle in 🙂🩷
playing B.A.S by megan thee stallion 🎵
"are you sure she's cheating and you aren't just overthinking?" your bestfriend, daniela, says. the brunette is sitting right next to you on her couch. one arm resting on the back of the couch, her face resting in the palm of her hand and the other hand holding a glass of white wine.
"i wouldn't just accuse her of something this bad if i didn't have a reason to be suspicious," you respond. you take a sip of your own wine to shove down the anger and sadness that's bubbling in your conscience. not that daniela would ever judge you if you did let those emotions show themselves. the woman has been your pillar since you started having these suspicions about your girlfriend, maria.
my name is maria, but everyone calls me mapi. i would rather you call me yours, though, is what the spaniard said the first time you two met. you thought the pickup line was so cringe and dorky, but at the same time, so cute coming from the tattooed brunette.
and that one line led to nearly four years of a loving relationship. what can you say? mapi is one of the sweetest people you know. she remembers small details like how you prefer oat milk than any other kind, so she always makes sure to get it when she does the grocery shopping or the way you used to complain about how tight your hair ties were, so she bought you extra stretchy ones. she's the cutest cat mom with bagheera being absolutely spoiled. mapi was also protective, good with kids, and so many great qualities.
she is also a cheater.
sweet, caring, certified cat lover, super dorky maria is a cheater.
you sat on this suspicion for a short while before booking it to daniela's while mapi is at her favorite tattoo shop getting another inked beauty; that darned tattoo shop.
"after nearly every appointment, she goes out for drinks with her tattoo artist. at first, i thought she just made a new friend, but she always came back home looking messier than usual.. smelling like some perfume.. and when i ask her what they did at the bar, she barely tells me anything," you explain, "and you know how mapi is! she's the type of person who wouldn't be able to stop talking even if it was to save her life."
daniela nods in agreement. anyone who spends even a few minutes around mapi knows how much the spanish woman likes to talk. if there was a guinness world record for the "biggest yapper" mapi would be a record holder.
"okay, i would be suspicious too," daniela says. you let out an exactly that makes her playfully hit your arm. "anyways, back to what i was saying.. what are you going to do about it? even if she isn't cheating, something is going on."
you purse your lips as you take in her question. what are you going to do? confronting her right away feels wrong when you don't have concrete evidence. randomly accusing your girlfriend to her face wouldn't go over well; mapi is a sweetheart, but hates when people say she did something she's sure she didn't.
after some thinking about it, you come up with an idea.
"i need actual proof.." you start to say. daniela gestures for you to hurry up as you trail off.
"i have to get access to her phone."
it's around eight when mapi comes back to you guys apartment. you're feeding bagheera dinner when the spaniard walks through the door.
not wanting to seem suspicious and also just genuinely missing your girlfriend (even if you did suspect she was being disloyal) after a long day of basically not seeing her, you pet bagheera before standing up and going over to the front door. mapi has already slipped off her shoes when you walk over. she's smiles when you come close.
"hola mi preciosa," she giggles when you give her a welcome back home peck, "how was your day, hm?"
"good.. but better now that you're here," you say, pulling her into a hug. it's warm and makes your heart flutter like usual. those flutters go away as you smell that unfamiliar perfume on mapi, reminding you of what you talked about with daniela. you hide your frown in mapi's neck.
"aweee. you missed me that bad?" mapi says when you pull yourself out of the hug. still holding onto her as you two move to the kitchen.
you roll your eyes at her sudden cockiness. it's an annoying but charming trait of hers. now you wonder if that same charm is what made another woman fall for her hard enough that she didn't care that mapi was already taken; if the woman even knows.
you push those thoughts away. playfully teasing her as you say, "no, i just didn't want to wash the dishes after eating dinner. now you can do it."
mapi perks up at the sound of dinner and then groans at the talk of dishes. that was her least favorite chore by far.
"cmon, amor. you know you wash the dishes way better than i do," she pouts at you, leaning against the kitchen island. that pout makes you smile (something that you reprimand yourself for mentally) as you get the lasagna out of the oven.
you hear the meow of bagheera as she comes over to mapi. the brunette bends down and picks up the black cat right away. kissing the top of the cat's head like she always does.
"i swear you love that cat more than me," you joke.
mapi shrugs, "can you fault me if i did? just look at her, babe. she's adorable." she holds up bagheera so that the cat's face is facing you. of course, the black cat looks adorable per usual. you might not have been there from the beginning, but you love bagheera just as much as mapi does.
"yeahh.. the cutest one in the house," you say before turning your attention to the lasagna. you make two plates of lasagna and grab both when you finish.
"grab us some drinks, will ya?" you walk from the kitchen to the table in the 'dining room', which is really just open space between the kitchen and living room that needed something to be filled up with.
mapi says a quick okay before setting down bagheera back on the floor (she gives her a kiss before she does, of course) and goes over to the fridge. she grabs a pink lemonade for you and a pepsi for herself. she follows after you, setting the drinks down on the table, then sits down.
"gracias, mi amor," she says when you place her plate down in front of her. once you sit down across from her, you say, "de nada."
you two eat a bit before you bring up the tattoo shop. mapi is rambling on about the meetings she had to attend in the morning,
"-and all he does is go on and on about basically nothing. i don't get how someone can talk so much.." the spaniard says in between bites. you let out a giggle at the irony of mapi, of all people, complaining about someone talking too much. the nice atmosphere sours a little (at least for you) as you think back to what you need to ask; just to confirm, this suspicion of yours isn't something you made it due up to overthinking.
"he sounds annoying as shit," you chuckle, easily sliding into the topic you really want to know about, "beside all that, how was your tattoo appointment?"
mapi visibly gets less chipper than she was while rambling. the change is subtle, she bites her lip and starts to sorta push around the food on her plate as she looks down at it like she's thinking about what to bite next.
your eyes flicker down to her lips. why is she being hot at this moment? the spanish woman really has no right when she's acting like she doesn't wanna talk about something that should be her favorite topic. mapi loves tattoos. everyone knows she loves tattoos, so why wouldn't she yap about her appointments like she does everything else?
she takes a bite of her lasagna before shrugging, "it was alright. i didn't get anything done, but i talked with my tattoo artist about the design i wanted."
you nod, waiting for her to continue on like she usually would with any other topic, but no.
mapi just goes back to eating. obviously waiting for you to reply back to her.
"that sounds nice, baby. what design did you pick?" you ask.
"uh, just a design of bagheera."
"that's adorable."
mapi smiles at you, "i know. i already have a few of her, but i want more, you know. she's getting older."
"yeah, she's becoming a grandma." that makes mapi laugh loudly, going right into joking around about bagheera's age. you join in and don't even say anything when the topic strays away from the tattoo shop.
you two talk about practically nothing, finishing the rest of the lasagna. now both of you are washing dishes instead of it just being mapi's chore. what can you say? you aren't able to resist her puppy eyes even when all you think about when you see them now is if she ever used those on another woman romantically.
"are you ready for our date tomorrow?" you say, drying off a plate mapi handed you.
she smiles, "of course. i have been missing our date days. i'm so ready to spend the entire day with the prettiest woman i know." she turns towards you, puckering her lips for a kiss. you giggle and peck her lips a few times.
"you really think that?" you say. it comes out playful, but there is vulnerability lingering at its edges. in mapi's eyes is some concern, she knows you like the back of her hand. of course she would notice if you sound insecure.
mapi puts down the plate in the sink and dries her hands before pulling you close to her. she kisses the side of your face as her arms hold onto your waist, "why wouldn't i? just look at you. the love of my life."
usually, her words would reassure you right away, but not now. not when you are sure she's cheating on you. if you're so beautiful then why is she fucking around with someone else?
you don't let those thoughts influence your actions, though, as you hold onto her tighter. if you hold on a little longer, maybe you can pretend that mapi just really likes that tattoo shop and isn't doing anything strange. maybe you can pretend she's still all yours.
mapi lets you be the one to pull away, kissing you right away. then when that ends, she smiles, "i'm gonna finish up these plates, then shower. just go relax, okay?"
you nod, pecking her lips again before leaving the kitchen. you go to sit on the couch, bagheera coming over to sit on your lap. a cuddle session starts as bagheera snuggles up to you. the only sounds in the apartment is the tv playing, bagheera's purring, and mapi's humming as she washes the dishes as the woman can't even be silent when doing that.
soon enough, the sound of the water running stops. mapi says, "i'm going to go shower first. i'll be out in thirty. can you put my phone on the charger for me, amor?"
"mhm, sure!" this is finally your chance to check mapi's phone. you kiss the top of bagheera's head before letting her get off your lap, so you can go grab mapi's phone.
you reach the counter where she left the device on. your heart starts racing as you pick it up. just do a quick look, then put it on the charger you tell yourself as you start to type in mapi's password.
it doesn't work.
the password that mapi has been using since you two have been together isn't working.
"what the fuck..?" you murmur, trying the password one more time before just accepting that she changed it. you already have some evidence just from this because why would she change it? this also foils your plans. how can you get in her phone?
you decide you need to call daniela later and figure out a different plan.
right when you set down the phone back on the counter, a text pops up.
ingrid 💕
wish you could have stayed-
only the start of the message shows, and when you try to tap on it to see the rest, it says you have to unlock the phone. your heart feels like it's going to beat out of your chest as you tap on the message again, reading it over and over again. who the fuck is ingrid?
you have to get into her phone and soon.
you realize time is ticking. mapi won't be in the shower forever. quickly, you go and put her phone on the charger. your heart beat is not calming down even when you pick up bagheera from her cat tree and start to cuddle with her again. the contrast of bagheera being so calm and sleepy to your internal panic and hurt is laughable, but the black cat is grounding in a way. in the same way that mapi once was.
you sigh as you think about what this all could lead to. definitely a break-up, but you weren't gonna just leave and let mapi live in peace with.. ingrid. whoever the hell that is.
you are still deep into the mourning the lost of your relationship when mapi comes out of your bedroom. she's dressed in her usual oversized white t-shirt and shorts so short it looks like she isn't wearing any at all.
cute is what you would of thought if this was a week or two ago when you weren't sure that your girlfriend wasn't enjoying the company of someone else behind your back.
however, just because you figured mapi is cheating or doing something wrong doesn't mean all your feelings go away like a switch. you still find mapi very cute with that freshly washed, sleepy look on her face. you still want to get up and go kiss her on your way to the bathroom like you always do,
so you do. when you get off the couch, you make sure to stop and give mapi a long kiss. "you're adorable," you say when you pull away. enjoying the way her lips are slightly swollen. the spanish woman giggles, pecking your lips once more.
"you're even cuter," she says before leaving your side to go to the couch. immediately cuddling up to bagheera just like you were earlier.
you go into your bedroom, grab your pajamas, and then go into the bathroom. whether to shower with cold or hot water is a battle for you. the cold will make you have goosebumps. it'll shock you enough that for a quick second, you won't even think about this. but the hot water will burn your skin and warm up your heart that feel like it's already melting from the outside.
hot it is.
as the first few water droplets fall down onto your body, you let out a sigh. the warmth of the water feels so good but makes your mind feel so hazy, you hate it but you love it and damn you wish this wasn't happening right now.
maybe it wasn't.
maybe when you finish doing this and walk out of this bathroom, mapi wouldn't be a cheater. her password would be the same. ingrid, whoever she is, wouldn't even be in the equation. you would just go out there and cuddle with mapi like you always do, then go to sleep together like you always do then you two would go on a date and everything will be perfect like they always been.
has it always been perfect? how long has this cheating thing been going on? has mapi been cheating on the entire time? is mapi even trustworthy?
and what about ingrid? who is she? is she hotter than you? talks better than you? has a better job than you? is she some fucking bombshell who you can't even compare to?
why? when? how? who? why?
why the fuck would mapi do this to you?
"amor!" the voice of mapi shakes you out of your thoughts. she knocks on the bathroom door. when you don't reply right away, she says, "can i come in? i need to piss."
your mind moves slower than it should as you take in what she said. would it be wrong of you not to want her in here? not when you feel so vulnerable that it's like your skin was stripped off of you.
"uh.. i'll be out quick. can you wait? please?" you say. stumbling to start actually washing your body instead of just standing under the water.
mapi doesn't reply but moves away from the door. concern overtakes her mind as she goes back over to the couch. you two have been together for almost four years now. you have seen her in every way, and she has seen you every way, so what's so crazy about her using the bathroom while you shower? she thinks back to earlier when you asked her if she really thinks you're the prettiest woman she knows. the insecure tone you had didn't escape past her. is it because of that? if it is then why are you feeling insecure in the first place? mapi thinks over the last few months and nothing comes up for why you would feel that way.
unless you knew about ingrid, but you couldn't know about ingrid because mapi has been careful. she still has been the most loving girlfriend towards you, so nothing would be suspicious. of course, mapi hasn't been loving just because she wanted to make sure you didn't catch that she's sneaking behind your back, she genuinely still cares for you.
you definitely don't know about ingrid. this is just one of those times when you need extra reassurance which mapi is fine with giving.
she loves you.
she swears she does.
"you can go piss now," your voice pulls mapi out of the chaos that is currently her mind. in the time of her panicking and being concerned, you had finished showering and changed. now you're standing next to the couch. she smiles as her eyes land on you. "look at youu. all clean and cute," she says after standing up. you slightly flush at the compliment (even though you don't want to. it's a natural reaction, okay?)
"shut up and go piss." you giggle, moving past her to sit down on the couch. mapi playfully blows you a kiss before leaving out of the room. the interaction between you two should make your heart feel fond, but how can it when in the back of your mind is the reminder that mapi is probably acting this way with someone else when you aren't around. you wish you could blow away all of these feelings you have for her, but you can't so you just let bagheera come cuddle you.
and when mapi comes back into the living room, a large blanket in hand, you still cuddle up to her while you two watch cartoons. this is something you will definitely miss when you leave her. the thought of leaving mapi is not one you want to think about right now, so you push it to the side and snuggle up more to the spaniard.
it's easy to pretend everything is the same if you don't think about anything.
an hour later, you're laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling while mapi cuddles you. her head is on your chest, her arm around your waist. you can feel the gentle exhale and inhale of her body.
it should calm you. right now, you should be rubbing small circles on her back under her shirt. you should be kissing the top of her head at random until you let the clutches of sleep take you.
but you can't.
your body feels frozen as you lay there. how many times have mapi been like this with ingrid? the thought fills you up with dread, anger, sadness, disgust. jealousy.
what about her makes her so much better than you?
you haven't been giving mapi all the attention she deserves, but only because you're trying not to fail your classes in pre-med. staying on campus until late doesn't give you the same whimsy feeling as sitting around with mapi doing nothing or going out with mapi or just existing alongside her.
if only you could detach yourself right now.
if only this was one big misunderstanding.
if only this wasn't happening.
you wish you was stuck in a dream right now and all you had to do was shake yourself awake.
why?
maria, why?
you lay there for another hour, just letting your thoughts trample you, then you slip away. the sight of mapi cuddling up to the pillow that's supposed to be you makes you smile and want to cry.
you do cry.
as you step onto the balcony attached to the living room, phone in hand, the sound of ringing joining in the busy sounds of barcelona's nightlife.
"it's nearly one am and i have a eight am class tomorrow so this better be-"
"i saw a text," you interrupt her. you don't mean to, but you have been keeping this to yourself since you saw it.
daniela doesn't speak for a few minutes. you hear the shuffle of her covers and the click of a lamp being turned on. then she says, "from the chick she's cheating with?"
"her name is ingrid. mapi has a contact saved with a heart, a fucking heart. i couldn't see the entire text, right?" daniela says a small right. "so i tried to unlock her phone and she changed her password! mapi changed her password and i swear she has probably had the same password since like high-school because you know she can be forgetful and-"
"slow the fuck down. my brain can't keep up with all that, and you are working yourself up. calm down, y/n," daniela says. you stop talking, allowing yourself to just breathe for a minute, but that doesn't mean your blood stops boiling.
"i am trying to calm down but dani, my girlfriend is cheating on me for fucks sake!" you don't mean to shout at her, but you do. thankfully, you're outside, so mapi couldn't have heard you.
"okay! okay. alright, sorry," daniela sighs, "so you saw a text from some chick named ingrid, tried to see the full text, and couldn't get into mapi's phone because she changed her password?"
"yes.."
"okay, listen. this is what you're gonna do."
the next morning, you wake up to the smell of bacon and the sound of jazz music playing. you slide out of bed and walk out into the living room to the sight of mapi looking pretty in the kitchen as she cooks. she's already dressed, unlike you. instead of immediately saying good morning, you just enjoy the sight for the few minutes that you do. this is something you will miss, so what's wrong with indulging a little?
mapi doesn't notice your presence right away, too distracted with the music, cooking, and her own singing. it's only when she turns to the kitchen island to change the song playing on her phone that she sees you. a smile blooms on her lips right away. "buenos dias, amor. how long have you been there?" mapi moves from in the kitchen to where you are in the living room.
"long enough to hear your horrible vocals," you say as she pulls you into her arms.
"they aren't," she pecks your lips, "horrible."
"i think our neighbors would disagree."
"they should be lucky i'm giving them a free performance. i could be the next-" you shut her up by kissing her. it starts off lazy, but soon you are more forceful; not for the usual reason, though. it's not passion driving you to press against mapi, but anger.
your almost make-out session is interrupted by the slight smell of burning. "shit, the bacon," mapi lets go of you before speed-walking to the kitchen.
she's able to cut off the stove before any of the bacon truly burns. thankfully, the fire alarm doesn't go off. your neighbors would really hate that. you walk over to the kitchen, going to lean against the kitchen island. you watch mapi as she plates breakfast for the two of you. now that you are actually standing in the kitchen instead of looking from afar, you can see mapi has cooked more than just bacon. there are toast and scrambled eggs as well. the warmth that suddenly blooms in your heart irks you and, at the same time, saddens you. this is a domestic scene that mapi and you have been in many times. the spanish woman loves to cook for you, but what's to say she doesn't love cooking for her little secret?
"thank you for all this, babe," you say when she hands your plate to you. mapi laughs off your thanks, saying something along the lines of i'm your girlfriend it's my job inbetween bites of bacon. usually, you two would sit at the dining table and eat, but today, yall opt for sitting at the kitchen island.
your shoulders rub against each other as you eat. of course, mapi yaps in between bites. mostly about all the activities she has planned for you two the entire day, how she hopes you are impressed, and that yall should match since it is a date day today. you keep up with her good enough. she has been your girlfriend for nearly four years now, after all. just responding back from time to time keeps her happy. mapi doesn't really need a reply to continue talking anyway, just your attention.
you finish eating before mapi (to neither of yours surprise), so you go to wash the dishes and let mapi play with bagheera for a bit. that only takes ten minutes or so then you are off to the bathroom to get ready for the day, making sure to kiss both of your girls before you do. bagheera lets out a meow when you leave her eyesight, but soon her attention is redirected elsewhere as mapi starts to rile her up.
when you step into the shower, all the emotions you were putting behind a lovesick mask can show themselves. the bitter taste that feels your mouth, the betrayal that burns your throat, the guilt that grips onto your shoulders. you shouldn't even be feeling guilty right now. not when mapi is the one who betrayed your loyalty. still, the sting of guilt lingers around your skin, burning you. in a perfect world, you would be feeling like shit for even thinking that mapi, your sweet, perfect, mapi was cheating. your bestfriend would shake your shoulders and say, "are you stupid? that woman is inlove with you." instead, you were met with okay, i would be suspicious too. you try to lift that dread that pools in your stomach by thinking about how fun this day is going to be,
and how you should savor it since it's going to be one of the last.
author notes: this is an lesson on how you shouldn't trust anyone's words.. JK but fr sorry for the cliffhanger, this was just getting way too long. part two coming soon 🩷 (this is not grammar checked bare with me yall)
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The Billionaire Boys Club
Batfamily x PhD student reader
(This takes place around 6 years after the Intern. )
The Intern Collection
Prequel: Death of a Family
The Intern: Day one
The Intern: The Laughing Fish
The Intern: Busy Work
The Intern: Outreach Gala
The Intern: Visiting an old friend
The Intern: Chemical Valley
The Intern: Billionaire Boys Club
After interning in her hometown, Y/N was recruited to do her master's degree fully funded by Lexcorp. She had developed an attraction over the 3 years working with Lex Luthor, yet his controlling behavior led to Superman warning Y/N about the CEO's affections. Her master's thesis was on the environmental impacts of Kryptonite use and storage.
Gotham City's explosive tonight. The annual environmental gala has somehow brought fresh life into the sallow streets.
The gala's decorator deserves a raise. Lush vines descend from the high ceiling wrapping around the pillars. I narrow my eyes. Are those real carrier pigeons? Every flower from any climate you could possibly imagine flood the walls in a sweet cascade of fragrance. The sweet aroma tethers me to the present. Dick and Tim give me sly smiles from across the ballroom. Stumbling past the walls of plants, Bruce gives me a thumbs up.
"You clean up nice."
I give him a small smile before glancing down at my Wayne sponsored garb. The long satin dress hugs my hips in an almost risque manner. A respectable slit begins at my mid thigh showing off my red and black pumps. I grimace at the unknown cost.
"You know you didn't have to go all Pretty Woman on me Mr. Wayne." I joke smoothing out my silk gloves, "I do have a paycheck."
Bruce smiles. It takes me off guard. A real smile with squinted eyes and smile lines. As goofy as the most attractive man in the room can be. Compared to his work persona, it's nice to see.
"Ms. L/N, I would never ask you to spend your money to play dress up for a gala I invited you to."
I nod not knowing what else to say. An entire styling team showed up at my door this morning with rack of dresses to choose from... and the shoes... well let's just say it would have made Cinderella run back home and demand to know why she couldn't have gotten Bruce Wayne as her Godmother.
His eyes gravitate to the pendant draped across my neck. A sting of pain registers on his face. I shift uncomfortably once he starts to stare. At my discomfort, Mr. Wayne apologizes.
"I'm sorry Ms. L/N. I haven't seen that necklace in a very long time."
I raise an eyebrow. Mr. Wayne never divulges this much personal information.
"Old flame?" I joke wiggling my eyebrows.
He shakes his head with a pained smile.
"That was my Mother's necklace."
My eyes widen. Martha Wayne's necklace. Instinctively, I reach to take it off. I already couldn't afford a ruby necklace, but a Wayne family heirloom? Hell no.
"I can take it off if you-" I start reaching for the clasp.
Mr. Wayne stops me in my tracks.
"Don't worry about it. That was a long time ago. "
I still hesitate. I glance awkwardly around the ballroom.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," Mr. Wayne weighs carefully, "Besides, it might make for an interesting headline."
I scowl.
"I'm not going to like this am I?"
A devilish grin appears in response to my dismay.
"Welcome back to Gotham Ms. L/N."
Bruce's sons materialize a few seconds later. If I wasn't used to them suddenly appearing in my office, I would have shrieked.
"Tim. Dick." I greet with a nod, "Always a pleasure."
The younger boy looks at me like I am a puzzle piece he can't quite figure out where to put yet. Dick is as charming as ever.
"Y/N, I can't believe Bruce roped you into being his date. Have you ever considered unionizing?" He teases with a grin.
"At least, I'm getting paid to be here. What's your excuse?" I tease lightly hitting his shoulder. "Don't you have a hot date tonight Bludhaven?"
A painfully familiar shadow interrupts the conversation.
"Mr. Luthor."
Turning around, my legs begin to shake. What a wonderful... surprise. Lex nods to the three men before setting his sights on me.
"Mr. Luthor,"
Saying his formal title feels wrong, yet calling him Lex wouldn't be right either. Not after everything that has happened. Timothy's analytical gaze burns my peripheral.
"Ms. L/N, would you join me for a dance?"
I hesitate eyeing the audience that is forming. Extending his hand, Lex continues, "For old times sake?"
Three people stopped talking to gawk. I don't have much of a choice. With the amount of gossip mongrels here tonight, if I say no my face will be plastered on every gossip column in Gotham... If I say yes, well at least it will only be in Metropolis Gossip columns. I don't have much of a choice.
"Of course... Mr. Luthor." I agree through gritted teeth letting him drag me onto the dance floor.
If I thought agreeing to a waltz would quell speculation, I was poorly mistaken. Dozens of eyes follow our every movement including my boss's.
"You are only feeding into their curiosity." Lex whispers in my ear, "Those vultures know when you are weak."
"Is that what I am?" I question finally looking into his green eyes, "No need for flattery Alexander."
"There isn't any other way to explain your disappearance."
"-That's not fair."
The fire in his eyes leaves me speechless. This was not how I planned to spend my Saturday evening. For a moment, I fantasize on how this night could have gone. I could have had an early night enjoying take out... exchanged my favorite book with the cute guy next door. Slept in. Instead, I am bickering with a man who could be my Uncle over the fact I didn't take a job offer...and potentially start a relationship with him.
"Okay, so I cut you off." I start, "I'm sorry I hurt you, but things couldn't keep progressing like that. My project ended. It was time for me to go."
...and Superman told me that you started tracking my whereabouts... along with bugging my apartment... Go to therapy.
Lex shakes his head.
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3
"You were offered a complete stipend. A guaranteed job offer. Why would you turn that down?"
My lips press together into a fine line.
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3
The orchestra roars into a crescendo. The dance speeds up.
"You know why...." I hiss trying to keep up with his increasing tempo.
I've never been good at multitasking.
1, 2, 3.
1, 2, 3.
1, 2, 3-
"-Say it," Lex demands gripping my fingers tighter, "Tell me."
The ring on his left hand gets caught on my gloves tearing the beautiful silk right down the center. The radiant green draws my attention. Kryptonite. After all this time, he still wears it. Rage causes my face to go hot. I stop dancing to grab his ring.
"This is why Lex," I snarl, "Because I am sick of watching you destroy yourself. You've read my research."
A smart ass grin stretches across his face. The onlookers exchange curious glances at our lack of dancing.
"I paid for it." He replies smugly.
"Then you should know how ludicrous this behavior is. You are going to die before you win."
His eyes get sharp. I must have hit a nerve. A vein in his forehead grows prominent. Another couple dances past us. Lex tears me out of the way before I get bulldozed. A few beats later, we are back in the dance. His hands grow tight around mine like he's afraid I might disappear again. My knuckles turn white from the pressure, but I won't give him what he wants. Pain laces up my palms.
"So, you would rather waste your career working for a halfwit like Bruce Wayne?"
I freeze for a second. This is what this is really about. Lex is jealous that I chose to work for Bruce. If it was anybody else, he could convince himself that I was downgrading, but I went to his direct competition. Thinking of the conversation I had with Bruce earlier, when nobody else is around Bruce has a strange intelligence in his mannerisms. In public, he had initially joked about not reading my research, yet once we were alone the intensity of his questions made me nervous. Considering his extracurricular activities, it's unsurprising that he would want to keep his persona lowkey. How did my job search end with watching the boys club battle it out?
"I will only say this once: My life is mine. What I choose to do is my decision. Say what you want about Mr. Wayne, but at least he respects my privacy." I growl ripping my hands out of his grasp. "Have a nice day Mr. Luthor."
Storming past the "Garden of Eden" display, I slam open the double doors. God.... Everyone there probably thinks I slept with him.
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I LOVE FATHER FOAKJFKANFNDBS
Okay but imagine (i dont know if reader is young enough for this butttt). Child reader wants to spend time with father, but father is busy with paperwork. So reader proposes just sitting on her lap, promising they'll stay still and quiet. And reader does. And then they fall asleep in father's lap. So father carries reader to bed, kissing them on the forehead before saying good night.
I'm in love with good parent Arlecchino 🥺🥺 Is it fanon, yes, but I love her.
~EL anon
forethoughts: ignore the fact the name is still EL anon 😭 also how are you doing buddy? it's been a while. hope you're doing well! anyways, i hope this aligns with what you had requested a while back, and i hope you all enjoy Father being sweet!
notes: gn!reader but fem!reader in mind, Father being Father, NOT A SHIP/RELATIONSHIP READER IS A CHILD!!!, sweet fluff
You were the star student amongst your peers. Always did well on your exams and tests that the House of Hearth had to offer. Everyone around you was either wanting to be close friends or treat you terribly out of spite. You didn’t care about what the others said about you; you weren’t going to remember them in your future. But there was one voice and words you did care about.
Father.
The one who found you and took you in, provided a space for you to grow in your academics and life. The one who gave you a second chance when your biological parents didn’t.
You hoped that all your work and efforts one day would be able to pay Father back for the change she had given you. Of course, you also wished to hear her words of praise and approval directed at you. You knew from the teachers that Father received the grades of all children, and closely followed after each of them. Of course Father would've noticed you by now.
It had been more than two years when you joined the House of Hearth, and already ascended to the top in the academic realm. Many of the children had already isolated you, and you had closed off everyone in hopes of achieving your goal. So you spent your free time in the libraries reading while everyone else was playing in the fields. Did you feel alone at times? Yes. but you always reminded yourself that nothing else mattered other than repaying Father.
You were reading in your usual spot, on top of the shelves so the workers couldn’t find you. You ate your dinner on the wide shelves that nearly touched the ceiling, rereading a book from the library. Normal children and workers never thought about looking up.
But Father was anything but normal.
“You’ll get a severe injury if you fall from this height.” Father’s voice rang in your ears, your entire body sitting upright, only to be reminded of the ceiling above you. You let out a wince, the pain of hitting the wooden tiles and being caught coursing through your veins. Gravity pulled on one of your sides, urging you to go back onto the ground. In your disoriented state, you listened, as your body fell from the top of the shelf. Before your mind could process anything, two strong arms wrapped around your frame, holding you tight to a warm feeling, the steady sound of a heartbeat next to your ears. When consciousness came back to you, you found yourself in a state of moving. Well, someone was moving you, while your neck was supported, your legs dangling off of an arm.
“Father…?” You mumbled out, eyes still trying to piece the blurry puzzle together.
“Where does it hurt the most?”
Your heart churned at the sound of Father’s voice. You cursed yourself for putting yourself in this circumstance and led Father to find you like this. If only you could talk to her in a more positive setting.
“...M-My head..” You answered, as Father’s white and black hairs came into focus. You could’ve sworn in your dazed state that you saw a flash of worry flicker in those crimson crosses that were the last thing many saw.
Father murmured something under her breath, as she laid you down on the couch inside her office, your head resting on mountains of pillows as the sound of Father’s heels clicking across the office rang in your ears. Father sat you up, replacing one of the pillows with an ice pack.
“Hold it against the spot that hurts, understood, Y/N?” Father ordered, her voice leaving no room for arguments. But you could sense an underlying tone of distress.
“Y-Yes, Father.” You replied, your eyes averting the gaze of those crimson crosses.
“If anything else hurts you will tell me instantly, understood?”
“Yes, Father.”
She let out a sigh once she was convinced by your simple short answers, standing up. “Since you are so adamant in isolating yourself, you will stay here until free time is over and it is time for bed.”
You swallowed, opting to not reply. From your peripherals, you could see Father resuming her work, doing what it took to run the orphanage. You chewed on your bottom lip. On one hand, this was the moment you had been dreaming of since you joined. Not being injured, but being in the same room as Father, alone, and her attention semi-focused on you. On the other hand, you were uncertain if you were on good terms with Father enough to let alone strike a conversation.
It might as well be your only chance.
“F-Father…” You stammered. The pen scratching against the paper abruptly came to a halt at your weak voice, waiting to hear the rest of your sentence.
“...m-my hand h-hurts from holding the ice pack, a-and it’s the c-couch is uncomfortable to rest on. C-Can..” you closed your eyes, “c-can I sit o-on your lap i-instead? It’ll be really c-comforting.”
It was the only way you could get closer and spend more time with the person that saved your life. You were grasping at straws, and you knew that. But your child self was craving the comfort only Father could provide. Hopefully Father still considered you young enough that she would do so. You definitely thought you were.
“I-I promise I’ll stay still. And silent.” You added, hoping that’ll tempt her.
A low noise rolled off Father’s tongue. You couldn’t tell if it was from annoyance or (you hoped) affection, as she stood up, her figure coming closer to you. You bit your lips to stop yourself from smiling like a fool as Father took the ice pack from your tiny grasp.
“You find a way to reach the top of your classes, managing all the work on your shoulders at such a young age. That is applaudable.” Father remarked, as you settled onto her lap, one arm firmly securing your body and the hand holding the ice pack, while the other continued to fill out the paperwork. You beamed at her praise, a feeling of relief and content at the words you worked so hard to hear.
“However, with all that intellect, you still haven't found a way to make companions.”
Your smile instantly soured at the next sentence, your mind flashing back to the memories of the interactions you had with your other peers. You knew you were smarter than the rest, and weren't scared to show it off. Perhaps that was the reason you ate on top of the shelves everyday. But you remembered the promise of staying silent.
Father noticed, let out an approved hum, seemingly expecting you to break your promise. “I commend your academic and athletic talents especially at your age, Y/N. But don’t fly too close to the sun and forget those who walk on the ground.”
It had been a few minutes since Arlecchino said her piece, knowing that you would want to hear it the most. She knew about the efforts you had made in order to make a name for yourself, and gain her attention. And you did exactly that. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t impressed by your abilities. If this continued, perhaps the Tsaritsa would offer you a job at such a ripe age. Then again, Arlecchino would try to interfere. She knew of the Fatui ins and outs, and despite training an orphanage to work under the Tsaritsa, a part of her she kept locked away felt as if she was truly the Father to all the orphans, including but not limited to you.
She had finished half of her work when the Harbinger decided to check up on you. Unbeknownst to her, you had cuddled up against Arlecchino’s chest, the slow rise and fall of your chest bringing a warm feeling to her heart. She set her pen down, and the ice pack, taking the moment to admire your vulnerable form. It was probably one of the moments you had allowed yourself to relax after working for years to only hear words that lasted for seconds. Arlecchino placed both hands around you, her legs taking their time to be in an upright position before strolling towards your room, making sure her heels weren’t making too much noise that would disrupt you.
Arlecchino set you down in your bed, tucking you in underneath the plush blankets as she planted her lips on your forehead.
“Sweet dreams, my little star.”
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“breaking the 4th wall”
h. star rail : jing yuan.
▶CONTENT. insomnia, self conscious doubt, comfort, self aware au, something personal for those who have trouble with loneliness, insomnia and exhaustion, jing yuan is self aware!
▶NOTE. im tired and its 3am, but jing yuan exists so have this comfort fic. also @ainescribe gift for your hardworking ass, ily aine feel better.
Your eyelids grew heavy, laid against the arm rest of the warm sofa, scrolling and tapping away at your phone for anything, any eventful thing that can spark a motivation, an inspiration to you.
It's eating you away. Death scrolling, letting the blue light affect your sleep instead of earning a sleep that your body desperately needs for tomorrow.
Yet, your fingers can't seem to stop moving, as if it had a mind on its own, causing further subconscious guilt and shame, a knowing voice gnawing and belittling behind your state of self, commenting on your disheveled, tired appearance, bags underneath your eyes, your flesh warning you of your stress and lack of self care that you couldn't find the time to do anymore. Shit, and the studying you have to do tomorrow.
All that, but your fingers never leave the glass screen.
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“Finally.” You said, tapping the first notification.
You sighed, the notif reminding you of your shitty sleep schedule. It had originally updated you at the early mornings, gradually turning into afternoons, then the evening... night... and...
You were brought back to reality from the sound of the lobby theme, the Astral Express, traveling in your sight, wishing you would be reincarnated into such a life, meeting the ones who made this horrible, tedious lifespan bearable.
Once you hit tap, you were greeted with a loading screen that had Jing Yuan's fact along the bottom, earning a faint smile from you as the image of his splash art pops up in your mind.
Jing Yuan: The Divine Foresight, one of the Seven Arbiter-Generals of the Xianzhou Alliance, leads the Cloud Knights of the Xianzhou Luofu. A student of the Luofu's previous Sword Champion, though not known for his martial prowess.
You were greeted by the sight of Jing Yuan's pixels as always, greeting him bubbly and warmly as you spin him around to face you, zooming into his features, especially admiring his beauty mark under his eye.
“Pretty, so damn pretty,” You hum, moving onto other features, before resuming, checking your daily tasks.
Now what were you doing at this time of night?
You wouldn't know, you will never know, but he will always appreciate the way you greet him every day, but this day—being the observant, Arbiter General that he is, he notices your slurred, tired voice, but still coated with affection that he enjoyed quite a lot. He didn't quite like the bags underneath your pretty eyes that he will take glances of every chance he can get. He didn't like how you were feigning ignorance to your bodily needs, on how you were sacrificing sleep to play.
You led him to the cavern of corrosion; Path of the Holy Hymm once again, endlessly grinding the perfect relics for your main dps, wasting all your trailblaze powder for him. Bronya, Tingyun and Luocha snickered to themselves on how much you spoil the Arbiter General, on how much you baby him lovingly despite his commanding, superior status as the Xianzhou Luofu's face, causing his cheeks to grow hot in result of your affectionate words whenever you go to the character screen, setting and upgrading his relics.
“So strong my general...” His breath got caught to his throat upon hearing you, his blush deepening from the sudden suggestive tone in your voice.
The character screen was filled with the various people that you earned, and they were giggling and smirking slyly to your gestures, making his arms full of materials from the endless grind you did, all for him—a bonus as well, he didn't feel any shred of guilt as you do the same towards the others, but he was just your very, very favorite, and he knew all about it from your vocal prowess.
He would find your curses endearing when you get a shitty relic, but he would soon then join your annoyance as this body relic had stats befitting for a damn healer, might as well give it to Bailu since she's the same element, and fortunately a healer. (In which case you did.)
...
You worried him. Once you were done with your tasks and finishing off your remaining trailblaze powder, your eyelids threatened to shut, giving the Arbiter General a feeling that he hadn't felt in awhile, a certain dread, and a strong one at that towards the player who felt strongly about him.
Your consciousness was drifting, your lids weighing down, but the unthinkable happened.
On the top left corner under the map, a red exclamation mark appears on the chat logo, your tired eyes noticing the sudden mark, giving you a burst of little energy.
You blinked a few times, rubbing your lids gently before landing your irises upon the message again.
Was this a new message update?
A new trailblaze mission?
An event leak? Hoyoverse tease...?
You shook your head, regaining focus to check the patch notes in the game, seemingly finding nothing about any update, but your search doesn't stop there, you looked through the official website, hoyolabs, tumblr, youtube, heck even reddit—but none have mentioned a message regarding to this.
Deciding to remain quiet about this ordeal, you went back to the game to find another message, and another, his restlessness growing evident as the moonlight continues to dawn over your world.
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What- What the fuck?
Your throat lumped to the sight of the first notification, its whole box felt out of place from the others, yet you found your thumb nearing the glass towards the notif, accompanied with your growing blush and curiousity.
You were then met with the Hoyoverse screen once again, assessing the situation you were in as you stare into the blackness of the screen.
Was I... Imagining things? Surely not.
Fuck — I'll just... sleep all day tomorro—
...?
You were met with a slightly glitchy screen of the normal sequence of Jing Yuan's back, but he was... already in his phone. The sprite of his pixels, typing away, seeing the red exclamation mark on top of the speech bubble under the map, earning him a slight breathy inhale from you.
You click the link, losing your shit at the messages that fell before your eyes.
“Ha?”
“What the fuck? I-”
I've lost it.
Oh.
I haven't lost it?
You find yourself staring in silence, re-reading repeatedly the words that only instilled a slight fear yet wonder that was visible on your reddening face.
“But I-... How?” You spoke gently, softly. Something the General wished to hear again, and on cue, his sprite in the game chuckled, as if he was truly listening to you.
'I am only fiction to you' it rings through your head, aching your heart slightly.
You were about to speak, but another message popped up, leaving your body with disappointment and longing, gripping your phone as your eyes gloss over the phenomenon.
“W- Wait! Ji-... Jing Yu...”
You gulp down a lump, bringing your phone closer to your face, your eyes glistening, your whole senses overwhelmed with intensifying longing, warmth — yet accompanied with a growing heartache from the fleeting interaction and him excusing himself abruptly in this otherworldly situation.
...Wait.
Everythi—?
“General...” You muttered out softly, your reddening face from the embarrassing memories that flooded you, his words greatly reminding you of the times where you acted with full on eccentricity, degenerative behavior, lustful tendencies and so on. It made you wonder if other characters such as Blade, Welt — or perhaps even the Aeons heard and witnessed you all this time. It made you shiver with embaunable feelings of humiliation and continuous embarassment, making you unable to think clearly, and the way you threw away your phone onto the couch lightly to cover your heated face? Still being witnessed by the General, and a few other silent spectators of course.
Jing Yuan couldn't believe this situation as well.
This was somehow the work of Silverwolf, a wanted enemy of the Xianzhou, Destiny's Slave, but he felt the most warmth and joy since being summoned by you — no, especially this unforseen interaction with the mortal whose been taking care of everything in the universe within your phone, for taking great care of the Xianzhou especially.
... An endearing mortal at that.
The General and the rest of the game couldn't see as you apparently let go of your device, but your wails and silent squeals were still audible, as the General comes to a conclusion that you perhaps needed to calm down, but in reality, he quite enjoyed this spectacle of yours, even by only listening — in which he was once again very greatful for his grand, and sensitive sense of hearing as he listens to you.
After another, final deep breath, your hand reaches to your phone again, before beginning to press your fingers onto your screen in a frantic haze, but the joystick button was... unresponsive, as well as the others—except for the message button in this moment.
BZZT
Another messaged popped up, quickening your heartrate immediately.
“WH—” Your heart only fluttered and dropped at the same time.
He can do that?
It's... It's probably a bluff.
...
He's the Arbiter General, who am I kidding.
With a warm sigh of content, you find yourself smiling at your phone, hugging it onto your chest with the game still open unknowingly.
“...I love you all. You are all my calm and peace.”
You said quietly, sniffling and accompanied with sounds of your light breathing, drifting off your exhaustions away to fulfill your body's needs.
Finally in your slumber, your phone switches off within a few minutes, thus the floating screen on their end disappears, earning a content sigh from the General as he makes his way towards his office in the Exalting Sanctum, each step felt heavy without your sight now that you were aware he can — or his world can access yours in this small, yet impactful way, but his form grows with confidence, determination setting in his soul as his sights land upon the Cloud Knight whom guarded the way to his office.
Jing Yuan sought out to Welt Yang and Silverwolf immediately in secret after his satisfying interactions with you, informing them of what happened in full detail (though he left out the parts where you cosplayed a squealing tomato, sparing you from further humiliation) and the whole ordeal as it was successful. His subtle praises earned him multiple cheeky and cocky remarks from the criminal hacker, along with a few teasing about him being smitten by you (and to Welt as well), but what can he really do to retaliate back? She was a main source of intelligence and control who provided a connection to you in the first place.
Inevitable, but he was willing to cooperate either way, all for this world, for the Xianzhou — for you.
The three continue to dive into their conversations, planning on how he or others who are interested, can continue to interact with you further more without raising suspicion from their creators upon breaking a few bits of code and data. It was no doubt in mind risky, that was apparent, but so was their endearment and affection towards their human, their player.
In all honesty, Welt and Silverwolf also found themselves wanting to interact with you as well from Jing Yuan's stories of the first ever interaction you had to their world, but of course, if they did it consecutively, it would most definitely be noticable if a few more characters began to act on their own accord, threatening the programmed codes as numbers shift and modify suspiciously.
Though unfortunately, only resorting to using the message system for now, but Silverwolf was confident with her abilities, making use of the way she was made, using the descriptions laid for her against her own creators.
After all, Hoyoverse made her annoyingly cunning, intelligent and skilled. A mistake on their part, or rather, an intended choice of character building for players like us to create, indulge and enjoy? We'll never know.
Unless Hoyoverse put out a stream that specifies the matter, until then Silverwolf remains focused and unyielding to her program, heeding Jing Yuan's call if need be and taking Welt Yang's advices about his own knowledge when it came to multiverses and other worlds from his prior experiences. All this planning, the risk, the longing for more interactions with you — it was a motivation to the three, as well as for the others that greatly wished to converse with you.
An aloof and lazy, the general he may be, but he's a living legacy of dreams and determination for a reason.
A wielder of a great glaive with materials dropped from the remants of the Reignbow Arbiter's Lux Arrow — and tonight, as you slept peacefully, this felt like a moment of miracle once again, the fleeting moment of grace that made their world reach a state of serenity, all from the possibility of having to finally, finally interact with you.
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MANAGERS OFFICE: (I want to hear your individual headcannons on this so plz anyone feel free to add on)
First off, girly has snacks EVERYWHERE, so many cabinets and drawers and secret spaces with snacks in it. Something tells me the manager likes gummy and sour candies so there's lots of those.
Pr packages from brands, at one point her office was overflowing with boxes
She has one of those type writer keyboards and the girls will just be in her office chilling and relaxing/falling asleep to the keyboard clacks
Manager has a keyboard collection on the wall with different keyboards and keycaps.
Diffuserssss everywhere, the moment you walk into her office you're just hit with a wave of calm.
Baby also has candles lit and things like plants and eucalyptus.
Fluffy blankets!!!!
Comfiest couch and bean bags.
Big TV facing her desk (the girls 100% hooked up their consoles to it)
Manager also has a wii so they'll play wii sports, wii sports resorts, mario kart, and any just dance game
(Of course they're getting competitive at the basketball game on wii sports resorts)
Extra clothes for both her and the team, sometimes she just doesn't feel like going home to change, or she has a late night.
Organized as HELL, nothing is out of place and if something is she's gonna lose it. She literally needs to be organized she's the manager, assistant coach, photographer, & the media manager. If she's not organized she's not gonna have a good time.
She's an artist so she has some of her paintings/drawings, clay figures, origami just everywhere around her office. She also has the art things that old students have made her as well.
PICTURE WALL, it gets more and more full by the day.
Bookshelf that she has both hers and books for the girls
Adding onto that, next to Paige, Ice, KK, & Nika. Azzi is in her office the most just relaxing or reading. Manager always gets new books for Azzi to read or books Azzi has been talking about. They just sit in comfortable silence.
Manager's office is placed where she can see the sunset and sunrise sooo
The SKY PICTURES
OH OMG and the GOLDEN HOUR PICTURES????? I'm gonna die
I can go on and on about her office pictures alone, girly can POSE!... PHOTOSHOOT! POSE POSE
The tiktoks tooo....... don't get me started
Speaking of the windowww
Rainy days in her office must be heavnly.
The rain hitting the window (the girls watching the raindrops race <3), the candles and diffuser doing their thing, tea brewing, lofi playing in the background.
She has a fluffy ass carpet that the girls lay on.
manager has appliances in her office backroom, tea kettle, air fryer, microwave, yeah-
Let's say manager takes her pet to school (it's either take your pet to work day or she has a service animal) baby is laying on that carpet and sunbathing
Fidget toys
Manager has that big ass Snorlax beanbag
The girls always getting her new candles and essential oils <3
She has a mini fridge that she fills with drinks.
The backroom has an even bigger fridge.
Manager collects minifigures from a series and puts them on a shelf
She has suncatchers everywhere
https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4e/8a/17/4e8a1738f067a8f4d18147cf08e45aae.jpg
^ like that :b
Led lights (either the strips or the lamps)
Bomb ass computer set up, I think she has multiple computers and a big ass desk
Perfume shelf with her favorite scents
She's always going to office supply stores cuz she's always running out
Manager journals and has a shit ton of stationary items for it like pens, stickers, washi tape, etc.
She keeps her space C L E A N, and WILL scold anyone who fucks it up
Something tells me she's one of those people that hate shoes in her office, like she has slippers she makes people put on or they take off their shoes, keep their socks on and put them next to the door before they enter.
All the pain medication, go to her for it, it's in her drawer.
All of the teams comfort snacks and items are in her office in case they're overstimulated/ need a break.
Makeup drawer with a little mirror incase she needs a touch up.
Her lunches are amaaazing, she kinda had to start bringing extra cuz the team
Manager has little art projects sometimes, like those DIY wisteria flowers you hand from the ceiling or that cloud LED light thing where you put cotton over the led light strips and it looks like electricity.
But they buy her fast food so she doesn't mind,,,,,too much
"KK get the FUCK OUTTA MY PASTA GIRL!"
Since manager sucks with her phone, especially when she's locked in. The girls got her a LoveNote box where the heart spins everytime she gets a message, and they're just reminders from the girls or other silly messages.
The most common one being "You better be home in 15 minutes or we're gonna drag you out."
To be honest, if I were the manager, I wouldn't want to leave my office either, working or not.
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this is. a damn masterpiece CAUSE YES
baby girl is soooo damn organized and the whole food thing is so real, they're eating her lunch and she's just like... "but my pasta..." and they're like WE NEED THE CARBS!!!!!!!!!
if i was manager i'd never wanna leave either CAUSE IT SOUNDS... AMAZING HOLY COW
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I had a dream about this guy last night. And I am bored and cannot sleep.
1:19 am.
Prologue. Yandere Patrick Bateman x reader
Patrick Bateman was at a dinner gathering. He gave charity to schools for financial aid and housing for college students.
He then saw you...
He tried to walk up to you but reporters, writers would always try to talk to him.
Annoyed, he smiled politely and showed manners and spoke eloquently as always.
Patrick watched you move around the room talking to some girlfriends and other young men...
He felt a boiling frustration of jealousy in his heart. He felt better knowing you weren't flirting. Just talking normally.
Still. He wants to know your name and get your number
You should know the famous Patrick Bateman.
The millionaire Lawyer of New York.
But then he saw you walk around towards the door!
Crap. You were leaving. Luckily, he saw something. A little kid was playing with his car toys. After finally being away from those pesky paparazzis, Patrick used all his concentration to kick a toy car right under your high heels.
He saw you sadly trip on your face. He wanted you to fall back on your ass instead to avoid the pain.
Patrick felt guilt as you hit your cute perky nose against the floor.
Poor thing.
A crowd of people circled you and Patrick quickly walked up to your form as you clutched your heavily bloody nose.
"Are you alright, my dear?" Patrick took out his silk handkerchief and gently pressed it against your delicate nose.
Before you could answer, this stranger grabbed your upper arm and made you stand.
Patrick looked to see his business partners staring. "I'll send her home after cleaning her."
The pain was hell against your nose. You heard chatter and murmurs as this man led you somewhere. You didn't see his face yet. You saw his muscular back and tuxedo.
His hair was perfectly gelled.
"where we going?" You tried to squirm away from his grip.
"Don't worry. My office is here."
You said nothing and inside you were lead to a luxurious office that had the best vintage and antique furniture.
While there. The man made you sit and gave you painkiller pills. You were uncomfortable being alone with his stranger.
He did some small talk and you warily and out of politeness replied back.
This man obviously was fond of your name. He complimented it. You didn't appreciate it.
Then he confirmed your suspicions after asking your name. He wanted your number.
So that's what this was about.
You refused. He narrowed his eyes.
"I am Patrick Bateman."
"Who?" You titled your head in confusion.
This Patrick blinked and then his face turned red.
"Are you stupid? I am a millionaire Lawyer who funds colleges including the one you go to."
You explained how you moved all the way from California to New York. So, you couldn't have heard of him unless he was a Hollywood celebrity or someone bigger. Not a lawyer.
The Patrick Bateman guy seemed to have liked your answer. He forgave you on the inside for not knowing him. He was offended and embarrassed.
"Now that you know who I am. Give me your number. I want to get to know you."
"I don't." You narrowed your eyes.
He clenched his perfectly shaped jaw. He warned you. He can get you replaced by another student in college.
"I don't care who you are. I don't trust random strangers. You are entitled and arrogant. I hate you already."
Hate? Patrick felt as if you slapped him. He watched you leave.
You hate him already? You just met. And him....
He loved you already.
Stupid bitch.
You'll pay for that.
Patrick looked at the bloodied handkerchief in his hand. He pressed it to his nose. Your blood smelled beautiful. He needs more.
#american psycho#patrick bateman#patrick bateman x reader#yandere patrick bateman x reader#christian bale#christian bale x reader
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Maguro Sasaki Guide
I can't tell if these have started to balloon out of control, or if I didn't do Ecolo and Amitie enough justice in their posts? If it's the latter, I might need to redo them...
Maguro Sasaki is a bundle of energy tightly secured in a chill package.
He may or may not be the closest anyone in the Puyo cast gets to "shitposting memelord."
When he was younger, Maguro was a frequent target of bullying. Two things changed by the time he hit middle school completely overturned that.
The first thing was that the onset of their grade's puberty led to Maguro to start becoming handsome-- and a lot of classmates noticed.
That's why Maguro has his eyes covered by his hair. His face is so beautiful that anyone who sees it uncovered falls in love. He and Ringo (who is immune by being a childhood friend) call it the "beauty beam."
It has been confirmed multiple times that the effect has no regard for gender. At most, those not attracted to guys are left unaffected (but even that's speculative).
The second thing that happened by middle school is that he decided to get better than his bullies at what they do best-- and succeeded.
Consequently, Maguro has a vast skillset. He also enjoyed developing those skills enough that he considers them hobbies.
Said skillset/hobbies include: ★ Kendama (naturally) ★ Fashion ★ Cooking/baking ★ Sports ★ Chess and tabletop games in general ★ Video games ★ Martial arts ★ Fishing ★ Dance ★ Musical instrument playing (Tuba has been mentioned) ★ Stage magic and sleight of hand ★ Lockpicking ★ PC building ★ Puyo Puyo
Basically, if you can think of a skill or hobby a middle schooler would realistically have, odds are Maguro knows how to do it and is ridiculously good at it
Despite that, he considers himself more of a generalist than an expert in any of the aforementioned.
Becoming good at so many things has led to him being confident enough to not be bothered by bullying anymore.
Not that it happens particularly often. He's actually quite popular, and his skillset makes him in high demand with several student-run organizations.
He prefers hanging out with Ringo, though.
As you can probably imagine, while he's generally unphased by rudeness directed at himself, he does not take the bullying of others lightly.
Probably comes with the territory of not only being a former bullying victim (and being best friends with someone who almost certainly got bullied and may very well still does) (like have you met middleschoolers?), but also an older brother.
Maguro's brother is apparently helpful and kind-hearted, but can be easily exploited because of that.
Being from a fishmonger family, Maguro is well versed in the physical characteristics of fish and is able to identify many different species on sight.
Maguro's greatest frustration with his life is his inability to devote all the time he wants to spend on his myriad hobbies (honestly, mood).
Compounding this is his ever-shifting focus. He often finds himself unable to stick with anything for very long.
Maguro also hates having to sit still doing nothing. He always needs something to keep himself busy.
Socially, Maguro is pretty well put together. He's very chill and good at helping others staying chill. He can get a good read of situations fairly quickly and is pretty good at knowing what to say.
He doesn't surprise easily, either. Generally he's able to roll with a lot, but doesn't handle abrupt changes or being put on the spot very well.
Maguro and Ringo vibe so in sync that they're telepathic when they Puyo battle, be it with or against each other. Literally.
He knows how to best keep Ringo from getting too stressed, and also knows how to ground her wild-running excitement. Except when he's the subject of her excitement.
Maguro's speech and behavior (in Japanese) suggest a connection to a subculture among male Japanese teenagers that started cropping up around the time that Puyo 7 was released. Short version is, it suggests that Maguro's not interested in dating or pursuing a relationship. Interpret that as you will.
As a result, he doesn't like when people assume that he and Ringo are dating.
At some point after 20th Anniversary, but before Puzzle Pop, Ecolo had become enough of a staple to physics club hangouts that Maguro no longer seems to have trouble remembering him.
Ecolo considers Maguro an enjoyable person to play Puyo against, and Maguro does know that Ecolo is a friend (with a tendency for mischief). But beyond that, as far as I know their relationship hasn't been explored all that much.
With how much Ringo vibes with Maguro and Ecolo, I'm very sure the latter two would get along quite well once they got to know each other better.
Maguro has a strong dislike of scalpers. He also says to support your local brick-and-mortar game stores.
It probably goes without saying, but Maguro is a huge nerd. His flavor of nerd tends to be a lot more media-centric than Ringo's.
If something of interest comes up, Maguro can't hold back the urge to infodump. One Quest mini-story has him interrupt multiple times, Emperor's New Groove-style, to just gush about Sonic the Hedgehog. He even admits he's not supposed to be in the story.
He'll also start infodumping when he just knows a lot about of the subject in general. (And that's how Witch ended up concluding he was stalking Ringo)
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A Twisted Host Club
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[kicks a hypothetical door down] hello I’ve been hit with a funny idea and my brain demands to write it down so here are some thoughts of an Ouran Twst AU??? It’s been a while since I’ve touched Ouran though so this is just some general ideas that came to me.
Little notes:
Magic is a thing but not too relevant?? I was thinking of this as more of a regular high school AU but has a variety of species (ie merfolk, beastmen, fae). tbh it might just be more focused on transformations and allowing other kinds of folks into one school.
MC is kept gender neutral. You can imagine them following the same thing as Haruhi or not, but thats up to the reader.
The Host Club is the main cast, but I tried to include everyone and your connection to them lol
Most of the students here have money/are rich in some form/have connections to wealth.
RSA is still a rival academy I just didn’t have too many thoughts about them to throw them in here atm.
Yuu / the reader - The rare scholarship kid at NRC. Smart and generally keeps to themselves. They are in the middle class and while not “poor” they are compared to most in the school. Initially interested in the photography club but got dragged into the Host Club after their cat, Grim, broke a rather expensive vase. You start off being a gopher for the club members, but by the end of the day you’re the pretty commoner that the rich folk flock to to get an insight at that “poor” lifestyle. Its weird but you definitely feel better knowing that you can survive in the world without money compared to those here.
Crowley - Your adoptive father who was the one that pushed you into attending NRC. He doesn’t tell you he’s the principal of the school until you actually get in. Surprise! He uses the excuse of not playing favorites yet boasts that you got in all of your own accord with no strings attached! You just have to pay for things out of pocket if you want anything, like say, a uniform for example. He is rather flaky, but he provides you a home and food, thankfully.
Grim - A stray cat that lived around Crowley’s home and that you picked up when you moved in. He’s a bit mischievous and glutton, but adores your attention. Your first day of school had him meowing out for you. He managed to get out of the house and followed you to school. Trying to keep the cat hidden proved to be difficult and eventually a failure on your part when he led you to a fancy club room and broke a priceless vase. At least he’s popular amongst the girls and now acts like a mascot for the Host Club.
Host Club
Vil Schoenheit - The infamous president and leader of the Host Club. A young star model and actor. His father had acted in the Host Club in his youth and he decided to take the reigns when it was his turn to attend NRC. He uses it as a form of training, acting for others given their wishes. But he’s also fairly strict on those in the club and those he performs for. If you want him to lend an ear, be prepared for some harsh and blunt words. Most who come to see him are more for his popularity and celebrity status, others come to learn from him, whether it be for acting or skin care routines.
Vil always seems to be angry or disappointed with you. It’s hard to tell why, yet he’s the one that cleans you up and makes you look like a whole new person. While you now physically fit in with the rest here, you must act like it too. Even if you’re simply paying off a debt, you’re part of the club and you will act like a member. He’s always keeping an eye on you though and thinks you have potential. And he may have a soft spot for you to. While he won’t say it aloud, he hopes you stay even after your debt is paid.
Epel Felmier - Vil’s forced understudy. He’s been designated to be the one to take over and lead when Vil graduates but Epel has no interest in being a host. He hates being called cute and has only recently been learning to use it to his advantage. Epel longs to be in a sports club and skips out to join in on activities when he can. Despite being from the countryside, he does have funds thanks his family’s apple business.
Epel tends to go to you to complain about Vil. You’re in the same boat as him after all! He knows he can be rowdy and drop the prim and proper act around you too. He’s someone you can talk to and not have to worry about the financial gap. You’re always the first one he offers his apples to. You also share the same classes as him, so you two are generally seen together alot.
Azul Ashengrotto - The businessman behind the Host Club. He generally acts in the background, taking care of funds and making appointments. He doesn’t generally take part in acting as a host, rather as someone who will listen to your woes and even offer to solve all your problems...for an additional price. Most go to him when they have troubles with their grades or want to win the heart of another host, which is, unfortunately, the only wish he cannot grant. He’s in charge of snacks/food offered in the club and has a different theme each week.
It seems like Azul is always finding a way to inflate your debt. You can’t tell how much you owe at any given point and it feels like you’ll be paying it off even after you both graduate. Despite all the finances, he does offer you his time. Tell him your poor woes! He’ll help you out! You’re a little wary but sometimes you do cave, for minor problems though. Surprisingly, most of his payments are through information and you can’t tell if thats better or worse than increasing your debt. Still, he is an upperclassman you can turn to if you have studying problems. Which, thankfully, isn’t something you have to go to him for.
Jade & Floyd Leech - The twins of the club and Azul’s childhood friends much to his dismay. Seen together nearly everywhere they go, they always seem to be plotting something. They assist Azul with snacks but take their own twist on it when he’s busy. Jade offers a kind hand to all those in need, but he’s a little...odd about it. He knows more than he lets on and can serve anyone. Most first timers are sent to him. Floyd, on the other hand, is for the thrill seekers. When he’s in a good mood, at least. He doesn’t really do hosting, just plays around with those that go to him. Wanna play tag? Some new commoner sport? ‘Escape’ from the cruel tentacles of Azul? If he’s in a bad mood you can usually just vibe beside him or try to lift his mood. He likes to ‘squeeze’ people whenever he can, whether they are his clients or not.
Jade enjoys surprising you in many ways. He’s usually the first to greet you at the door, always knowing when you’ll be arriving even when you’re late. He appears to be under the guise of making you feel welcomed in this unfamiliar environment. It’s hard to believe him though. He enjoys the fact that you’re willing to try out his specialty dishes despite what may be in them. Whether its braver or hunger driving you, he’s curious. He wants to observe you and learn more about the little debtling in the club.
Floyd is one that always enjoys seeing you even outside of the club. It’s not surprising to be snatched away by him. If anyone is going to ruin your perfect attendance, its going to be him. Still, he enjoys your presence in the club too. He finds you entertaining and tries to get you to break more valuables just to keep you here. When he’s in a bad mood you’re the one they call on if no one else can get him to lighten up.
Kalim Al-Asim - One of the richest students in school. He’s energetic and kind and a lovable sweetheart. He’s here really just to have fun and enjoy his youth. Being in this club was mostly on a whim but he ended up loving it. Most go to him if they’re feeling down because he has a gift for lifting even the darkest of spirits. Some try to get his hand in marriage but attempts are either thwarted by Jamil or go over his head or both.
Kalim always brightens up your day. You hate to admit it, but he really does seem to turn any frown upside down. He’s the one thats furthest away from living a normal lifestyle and takes interest in any “commoner” thing you may have. Instant coffee, while not his thing, is such a fascinating thing to him. He usually offers to share his lunch with you. You think he’s too kind, even since he offered to pay off your debt. Sometimes you wish you’d taken it but would rather not be in debt to him and his family for the remainder of your life, even if he does say otherwise.
Jamil Viper - Kalim’s childhood friend and retainer. He’s here mostly to protect Kalim but ended up being caught up in the Host Club thanks to some persuasion from him and Azul. He tries to usher more clients over to Kalim since he isn’t used to the attention. Part of him enjoys being picked over Kalim and being favorites to clients. If Jade’s schedule is filled up, then Jamil is the second one newbies go to. He’s skilled in a variety of things and generally pleases those he���s with with ease.
It was a little difficult getting to know Jamil at first. He always presented Kalim before himself. You learn that he’s smarter and stronger than he appears since he’s meant to protect Kalim, and in turn, you also learn just how important Kalim really is. Jamil finds you to be a little bumbling thanks to your situation but takes interest in how you deny Kalim. Your life could be so easy yet you choose the hard route. While his main goal is to protect Kalim, he ends up protecting you to.
Photography Club
Rook Hunt - An unofficial member of the Host Club. Despite him being in the photography club, he’s seen there more often then his own club. Azul uses him to snag pictures of the members, although most of them tend to be focused on Vil. He’s poetic and interrupts the Host Club’s sessions to praise their charms and beauty.
You try to learn about the Photography Club from him and take tips during your free time. It’s not easy with how he goes off about Vil and the others but you have to admit that he is giving you insight into the rest of the group. You learn that he’s a devoted fan to Vil and someone called Neige, the latter, you learn, is a name that should not be spoken within the Host Club. While Rook is a little odd, he does shower you in praises too. It’s nice to hear something so warm on harsher days or when you think you’ve upset Vil.
Student Council
Riddle Rosehearts - Student Council President. He’s very strict when it comes to rules. Clubs that fail to meet the criteria are known to be disbanded within hours. He doesn’t mind any of the clubs as long as they follow their intended purpose and don’t cause trouble.
Riddle is the top student in his grade and if you were a year older, you might just be academic rivals aiming for the top. He usually keeps an eye on you and your grades, you are a scholarship student after all. More responsibility falls on your shoulders than you think.
Trey Clover - Riddle’s childhood friend and Vice President. He’s the one that most go to instead of Riddle as he’s much easier to approach. Even so, club problems shouldn’t be passed to him as they eventually meet Riddle.
You’re one of the few, if not only person, that doesn’t think to speak to him first before Riddle. He isn’t sure if he admires your bravery or not. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to offer his hand to you. He’s also never going to let you forget the oyster sauce incident.
Cater Diamond - The Secretary of the Student Council. He doesn’t seem to take interest in his role and instead post on social media. He comes off as easygoing and sociable, which makes it easy for him to learn about the other clubs.
You follow each other’s social medias and learn that he’s dying to go to the Host Club. He tries to wiggle his way out of work but Trey never lets him escape. He’s a little ‘jelly’ that you get to spend time with Vil. He usually asks for pics from the club.
Board Game Club
Idia Shroud - The elusive President of the Board Game Club. It’s hard to find him and most times he doesn’t even appear in class. Apparently he has special privileges and has to show up once a week, test days are not included so sometimes twice a week. Most mistaken him for being in the Black Magic Club, even though he’s not. He’s just timid and socially anxious, but lightens up over a good game. His club also counts as one for video games he just has to be sneaky about it whenever Riddle does his monthly rounds.
Idia thinks you’re a weird normie. You’re in a club thats out of your league and somehow socialize with everyone else?! Even him?! Neither of you know of each other’s existence until Ortho brings you together. You enjoy being able to play games without hearing really obvious questions thrown your way and other belittling comments. Idia plays because they’re fun not because he’s interested in the poor folk’s social life of how to pass on boredom. You make a great gaming partner in his eyes, although he won’t say it...thats too hard of a difficulty level for him.
Ortho Shroud - Idia’s younger brother who appears on campus more than his actual brother. He isn’t human but looks one if it weren’t for the gadgets on his cheek that give him a mask or vizor depending on how he feels. Some dote on him and he uses that to his advantage.
You meet unexpectedly, nearly running into the boy who was on a search for his brother. While it gets you in trouble with Vil later on, you decide to assist him. Ever since then, he continues to go to you whenever he wants his brother to do more things in school. Sometimes he drops by the Host Club for ‘research’. He’s curious on how this human activity works and also informs his brother on it too.
Sports Clubs
Leona Kingscholar - Captain of the American Football team. He’s been held back a couple of years but his family provides money so the school doesn’t particularly care. Vil has tried to scout him out for the Host Club before but Leona has no interest in it. While he prefers to laze around, its thanks to him that the school’s team aces every tournament. There are rumors about him using underhanded tactics, but he’s never been caught.
He seems to have little to no interest in you yet enjoys pulling you aside whenever Vil sends you out for some reason or another. It’s like he has a sixth sense, knowing just when to use you for his naps. It’s nice to take a breather from running around and trying to be some host. You do your best not to fall asleep beside him though.
Ruggie Bucchi - Vice captain of the American Football team and Leona’s ‘underling’. He’s another rare scholarship student yet seems to be better off than you, school wise at least considering he has a uniform (although it was a hand me down from Leona, but still). He doesn’t mind playing the poor card and does his best to swindle those rich suckers out of their ‘spare change’. He’s quick on his feet and a jack of all trades. He sometimes works at the Host Club for special events.
Ruggie tends to laugh at your position. Being in debt sucks, but he gets it. He gives tips on how to lessen your debt with Azul considering he works with the guy every now and then. It just costs you a week’s worth of lunch. Paying him in food isn’t so bad, plus you get the occasional snack back when he’s feeling generous. You two joke about eating the rich which is pretty fun...except when getting caught by Leona or Vil.
Jack Howl - Track and Field club member. A first year on the team that shows real promise. He’s pretty popular amongst the sports clubs and was fought over which club to join, but ultimately picked this one. He doesn’t mind helping out other clubs if they’re short a member and as long as it doesn’t interfere with his own. Most people expect him to be a jock of some kind but are surprised by his smarts.
Jack shares a few classes with you. He’s been your classmate and partner. He comes off as cold but when he warms up to you, you can see how friendly he really is. Not many stand up for you, but Jack will. He doesn’t quite like you being in debt to the Host club, but there isn’t much he can do about it unfortunately.
Sebek Zigvolt - Equestrian Club member. A newbie in the club but shows promise. He’s a little on the loud side and you know when he’s coming whether its thanks to his booming voice or thundering footsteps. He goes on about Malleus (whoever that is) and isn’t afraid to lecture others on his greatness. Despite this, he can be quite gullible. He originally wanted to be in the Black Magic Club but Lilia convinced him to expand his interests.
You catch him mostly outdoors or in the hallways thanks to sharing classes. He seems to have a strong distaste for your upbringing. While he scolds you, he does seem to have some heart underneath it all. He doesn’t understand the Host Club at all and ignores the club mostly.
Silver - Equestrian Club member. He has a way with any and all animals. The horses listen to him and so do those in the Animal Breeding Club. It’s surprising he isn’t a member of that club, although they are trying to scout him. He has a bad habit of dozing off anywhere and at any time. It tends to get him in trouble, especially during class. He’s takes everything very seriously.
You stumble upon him once while he’s sleeping. From then on you learn to be more careful. Finding him sleeping is one thing, but finding him sleeping with animals is another. You wake him up when he can and he always thanks you for it. He’s a bit of an enigma but you learn that he is adopted to. His father sounds quite...interesting. And familiar but maybe you’re just imagining things.
Ace Trappola - Basketball Club member. A troublemaker and old friend. He’s carefree and blunt which hardly helps his case. He gets in trouble with the student council president a lot. His grades are mess thanks to the fact that he doesn’t study and loafs off in class, but he can pull out surprising answers if given the chance.
You didn’t expect to see Ace in this school. You knew him for about a couple of years prior to middle school. He laughs at your misery of being a new host and how you wound up in this situation. Still he hangs out with you and causes some mischief in the club. He helps smuggle Grim into classes with you whenever the cat decides to show up.
Deuce Spade - Track and Field club member, but also unofficially in the Gardening Club. He’s an ex-delinquent and is trying to better himself since he was given this chance to be in such a prestigious school. He works hard but his old self shows up every now and then. He has a soft spot for his mother and grandmother. He enjoys sports but finds some peace in the Gardening club. He usually waters/takes care of the plants on emergencies.
Deuce is the first friend you make in this school, that isn’t Ace. He did his best to show you around and act like the perfect honor student. You cheer each other on and study together mostly. He doesn’t like trying to help smuggle Grim into classes, but at this point he’s in too deep and knows how to do it, just like Ace. He offered to fight the Host Club once when he heard you were in debt to them.
Black Magic Club
Lilia Vanrouge - Lilia is the President of the Black Magic Club. It’s more of a place to hang out and escape from the world. Although it’s a little unsettling with how much he knows about demons and curses and whatnot, as if he’s been there to see them all. He’s playful and accepts anyone into his club. He tends to give those in his club a little charm he crafts himself, usually to ward off evil spirits...or so he says.
You stumble into his club one day and he takes an interest in you. It’s been so long since he’s seen someone so out of place in this school. He listens to you and asks for nothing in return, only giving cryptic remarks here and there. He has asked for your blood once or twice and you can’t tell if he was joking about it.
Malleus Draconia Hornton/Tsunotaro - A mysterious student who is supposedly part of the Black Magic Club. It seems to be only in name though as Lilia claims he needed one more student to make the club official, so he offered his name. Apparently he wants to make his own club but doesn’t have sufficient members to join, so he’s under this one for the time being.
When you first meet him, you don’t know who he is. It’s late at night and you’ve been held back at school far too late thanks to your ‘dearest’ father. He seems to have some idea of who you are yet you don’t know him. He prefers to keep it that way and allows you to nickname him. You call him a friend despite not knowing his name and sometimes you think he’s imaginary until you pass him in the hallway. You don’t understand the weird stares you get when you wave to him and he waves back.
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Sidney Crosby x Reader - Found Father
“And you’re trying to lift off the ground with those old two wheels / nothing about the way that you were treated seemed especially alarming til now”
A couple of days had passed. The team played a gruesome back to back night games home at PPG Paints Arena, the first one being a win and the second one ending in a loss.
Sidney has done this before, though, where he doesn’t go to the coffee shop during back to back games so he can focus on his pre game routine and superstitions.
He finally returned to the entrance and peaked through the glass door. He could see his reflection and the length of the line, and he dreaded having to wait.
He turned his head to the window of the cafe and to his surprise, the book girl was back in her usual spot.
He grabbed the door handle and entered in, shutting the door immediately behind him so he didn’t let the warm air leave.
Sidney stood off to the side as he watched the line only get longer, and his patience only get thinner.
He put his hands in his jacket and glanced over at the book girl in the corner, this time noticing she had a note book and laptop out.
He didn’t know what came over him, but he made his way over to the table. He approached her and realized she had earbuds in and didn’t even notice his presence.
He noticed she was in an old Pittsburgh Steelers sweatshirt that was obviously way too big on her.
Her glasses sat on the bridge of her nose, seeming to only fog up when she would drink her hot coffee. And her brown hair was held back with one of those claw clips.
The book girl had set her coffee down and looked up and made direct eye contact with Sidney, causing her to look surprised.
Oh shit, what should I say? Sidney thought.
The book girl carefully took her earbuds out and placed them on her note filled paper, hitting pause on her music.
“I uhm…hi” Sidney said.
The book girl smiled and pulled her sleeves over her hands as she sat up in her chair.
“Hi. Can I help you?” She asked softly.
Sidney was panicking, knowing how weird this looked. A grown man talking to an obviously 20 year old female? He couldn’t make things worse, could he?
“I always notice you sit in this spot when I’m here”
Yes, he did make it a lot worse.
The book girl smiled and looked down at her keyboard, rolling her sleeves back up as she laid her forearms on the table.
“Yeah well I have a lot of work to do so I come here to do it like any normal person would” she responded with.
Sidney smiled and took his hands out of his pockets and pulled out the chair across from the book girl.
She sat up straighter in her seat and leaned back into the chair.
“Ok let’s start over. I’m Sidney.” He said this time, smiling with his crooked jaw.
“I’m y/n” the book girl said.
Finally, she has a name, Sidney thought.
“It’s nice to finally know your name, y/n. I realize what I said was a bit weird about always noticing you here and I’m sorry-“
“It’s ok Sidney. It’s actually weird to hear someone say that, I feel as if I’m always invisible”
Sidney frowned for a split second then it disappeared as he just nodded.
It was just a simple sentence that y/n said of feeling invisible but for some reason, that was what led Sidney to believe that his paternal instincts were correct.
This girl needed his help. He didn’t know how to help, or what to help her with, but he had to do it.
“I’m a grad student at the local college getting my masters in social work” y/n said, smiling.
“Good for you. That seems like a hard field to work in, considering the things you’d have to see and deal with” Sidney said.
Y/n shrugged and took her glasses off, setting them on her laptop.
“I have about a year to go until I graduate and this seems to be the only place where I can focus. So that’s why I’m here a lot”
Sidney nodded and put his hands back in his pockets, leaning back into his chair.
“And I know about you. You’re a hockey captain who is always breaking records and setting new ones”
Sidney’s face got red as he leaned into the table and laughed a little.
“Well I am a captain, yes but the other stuff isn’t as important” he said shyly.
Y/n rolled her eyes and put her glasses back on, causing Sidney to smile.
he turned his head and saw the line had gone down and he could finally order.
“Well it was nice to officially meet you, y/n. But I gotta run I have to get my-“
“Your black coffee with no cream and no sugar?” The book girl cut him off.
Sidney stood up and chuckled as he stared down at her.
“You’re not the only observant one here, Sid” she teased.
He chuckled again and headed to the front of the line to place his order.
“I’ll see you next time, y/n” he said without trying to face her as he headed to the cash register.
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'Killer electrons': Lightning storms play cosmic pinball with space weather
When lightning strikes, the electrons come pouring down. In a new study, researchers at the University of Colorado Boulder, led by an undergraduate student, have discovered a novel connection between weather on Earth and space weather. The team utilized satellite data to reveal that lightning storms on our planet can dislodge particularly high-energy, or "extra-hot," electrons from the inner radiation belt—a region of space enveloped by charged particles that surround Earth like an inner tube.
The team's results could help satellites and even astronauts avoid dangerous radiation in space. This is one kind of downpour you don't want to get caught in, said lead author and undergraduate Max Feinland.
"These particles are the scary ones or what some people call 'killer electrons,'" said Feinland, who received his bachelor's degree in aerospace engineering sciences at CU Boulder in spring 2024. "They can penetrate metal on satellites, hit circuit boards and can be carcinogenic if they hit a person in space."
The study appeared Oct.8 in the journal Nature Communications.
The findings cast an eye toward the radiation belts, which are generated by Earth's magnetic field. Lauren Blum, a co-author of the paper and assistant professor in the Laboratory for Atmospheric and Space Physics (LASP) at CU Boulder, explained that two of these regions encircle our planet: While they move a lot over time, the inner belt tends to begin more than 600 miles above the surface. The outer belt starts roughly around 12,000 miles from Earth. These pool floaties in space trap charged particles streaming toward our planet from the sun, forming a sort of barrier between Earth's atmosphere and the rest of the solar system.
But they're not exactly airtight. Scientists, for example, have long known that high-energy electrons can fall toward Earth from the outer radiation belt. Blum and her colleagues, however, are the first to spot a similar rain coming from the inner belt.
Earth and space, in other words, may not be as separate as they look.
"Space weather is really driven both from above and below," Blum said.
Bolt from the blue
It's a testament to the power of lightning.
When a lightning bolt flashes in the sky on Earth, that burst of energy may also send radio waves spiraling deep into space. If those waves smack into electrons in the radiation belts, they can jostle them free—a bit like shaking your umbrella to knock the water off. In some cases, such "lightning-induced electron precipitation" can even influence the chemistry of Earth's atmosphere.
To date, researchers had only collected direct measurements of lower energy, or "colder," electrons falling from the inner radiation belt.
"Typically, the inner belt is thought to be kind of boring," Blum said. "It's stable. It's always there."
Her team's new discovery came about almost by accident. Feinland was analyzing data from NASA's now-decommissioned Solar, Anomalous, and Magnetospheric Particle Explorer (SAMPEX) satellite when he saw something odd: clumps of what seemed to be high-energy electrons moving through the inner belt.
"I showed Lauren some of my events, and she said, 'That's not where these are supposed to be,'" Feinland said. "Some literature suggests that there aren't any high-energy electrons in the inner belt at all."
The team decided to dig deeper.
In all, Feinland counted 45 surges of high-energy electrons in the inner belt from 1996 to 2006. He compared those events to records of lightning strikes in North America. Sure enough, some of the spikes in electrons seemed to happen less than a second after lightning strikes on the ground.
Electron pinball
Here's what the team thinks is happening: Following a lightning strike, radio waves from Earth kick off a kind of manic pinball game in space. They knock into electrons in the inner belt, which then begin to bounce between Earth's northern and southern hemispheres—going back and forth in just 0.2 seconds.
And each time the electrons bounce, some of them fall out of the belt and into our atmosphere.
"You have a big blob of electrons that bounces, and then returns and bounces again," Blum said. "You'll see this initial signal, and it will decay away."
Blum isn't sure how often such events happen. They may occur mostly during periods of high solar activity when the sun spits out a lot of high-energy electrons, stocking the inner belt with these particles.
The researchers want to understand these events better so that they can predict when they may be likely to occur, potentially helping to keep people and electronics in orbit safe.
Feinland, for his part, is grateful for the chance to study these magnificent storms.
"I didn't even realize how much I liked research until I got to do this project," he said.
Other co-authors of the new study included Robert Marshall, associate professor in the Ann and H.J. Smead Department of Aerospace Engineering Sciences at CU Boulder, Longzhi Gan of Boston University, Mykhaylo Shumko of the Johns Hopkins University Applied Physics Laboratory and Mark Looper of The Aerospace Corporation.
TOP IMAGE: Visualization showing how magnetic field lines, thin cyan lines, circling Earth can trap charged particles, thin yellow lines. Credit: UCLA EPSS/NASA SVS
LOWER IMAGE: Visualization of the radiation belts surrounding Earth. Credit: NASA
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Looking Through Your Window
Billy had decided to follow you home.
It wouldn’t be the first time he had done so but it was the first time in which he was this angry while following you. Normally he would be content with following you and watching you from your bedroom window. He had to hide himself well because your apartment was small and your family seemed to be everywhere. Even your room held no privacy since you had to share it with your brother.
It didn’t matter though as long as he could see you.
There were days when he was lucky and he would hide outside while the house was almost entirely empty with you being the exception. On those days he got to see sides of you no one else would ever see.
Some days it was you singing songs off-key while cleaning, others it was you dancing along to songs you played on your phone. His favorite days however were the days in which he had to actively hold himself back from barging into your room. The days where you closed your curtains and he had to get as close to the window as he could so he could sneak a peek.
The days where he caught you touching yourself.
He can’t exactly pinpoint when his infatuation with you started. He just remembers taking notice of you after some chance encounters. The time you offered to help him with a math problem. Another time the two of you had run into each at the school library. Then there was time he caught you staring at him.
These moments may not mean much but they meant a lot to him now.
The moment that truly led to his infatuation was when he was once again beat up by the typical bullies in his life. They had been bothering Freddy again, never seeming to get the hint that if they messed with Freddy then they messed with him. He did what he typically did, which was insult them and draw their attention to him only to make a mad dash to create some distance from them.
Sure he could fight them and win but he was trying to take his secret identity seriously which meant sometimes taking some hits he wished he could just fight against.
On that particular day though, he spotted you outside of class. Possibly taking a breather, you had suddenly turned towards him. He took notice of your eyes widening and a look of concern cross your face. As you began to walk towards him he wondered how bad he must look.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” He wasn’t sure what to do, people didn’t normally notice him when he happened to be injured.
You cleared your throat. “Well I noticed that you seem to be hurt. You wouldn’t mind if I patched you up would you?” You asked while scratching your neck. You pulled bandages and a first aid kid out of seemingly nowhere with your other hand.
Billy decided there was no point in saying no. “Alright, sure.”
You quickly sat down next to him and got to work. As you tended to his injuries Billy took the time to study you. You didn’t really stand out, there were moments here and there where he saw you with who he assumed were your friends but you didn’t seem to be popular. Your looks were pretty average too. You weren’t one of the prettiest girls in school but you weren’t ugly either. You seemed to hold the perfect balance in being an average student.
“Well there you go. I hope these injuries heal up soon. I’ll see you around.” With that you quickly stood up and headed back into the school.
Billy realized that had been the first time anyone has ever looked after him like that. Of course he has his family and they help him fight crime, and they always make sure to check up on how he's doing but this is the first time someone has patched him up like this, the first time someone who isn’t his family looked out for him. Sue him if he was a little intrigued.
His intrigue quickly turned into obsession the more he learned about you. He remembered hearing about how easy it can be to either hate or love a person once you get to know them. Clearly he was heading in the love direction. The small things that he learned about you just made him like you more. The way you seemed to easily get distracted. The way you seemed to make faces at people without even realizing it. The way you seemed to get lost in reading. The way your hair curled.
There was always something new to learn and figuring out how to do so without you noticing was half the fun.
So here he was, following you home as it had become routine for him at this point. Although today would be the first time he ever followed you home with you actually leading him here intentionally.
You had shown up to school in an outfit he would never have expected you to wear. Not because you couldn’t pull it off (because you definitely could) but because you normally didn’t wear anything like it. You normally just wore the typical casual wear that just about everyone wore to school. A normal t-shirt and jeans, that was your go to. He even remembered you mentioning how you would like to wear nicer outfits to school but that there was no point. “School isn’t a place to wear a good outfit, it would be too much work for a place that drains me of all my energy. Besides, I'm too lazy to really make myself look good for school.” That was your explanation.
Clearly you had changed your mind considering you were wearing one of the prettiest outfits he had ever seen you in. It was a baby blue, strapless dress that reached above your knees. It hugged your curves just right and made you appear even softer than before. This was the first time he had ever seen your legs so bare in public. To top it off you had styled your hair differently today. It was free and out of its usual bun, the curls perfectly framing your face.
You left him breathless.
As he got closer to the school he noticed other guys eyeing you up. Of course it wasn’t like in the movies when the girl had a supposedly huge transformation and everyone stopped and stared at her in awe. There were still plenty of people minding their business and heading off to their classes or towards their friends. Not every guy was distracted by your new look either. However , the guys that did stop to ogle at you made Billy see red.
He had learned enough about you to know that none of the guys at school had ever given you a passing glance. You were pretty much invisible to them and from what he saw you seemed to be alright with that. To think that all you had to do was wear a dress and suddenly you became someone worth noticing to them.
Well he wasn’t going to give them the chance.
“Hey Y/N!”
You turned to look at him, confusion clear on your face.
“Can I talk to you real quick?” You were talking to your friends but he saw some guys standing close to your group, clearly trying to find an opening to talk to you.
“Sure.” A smile flashed across your face, you seemed to recognize him. You quickly turned to your friends. “Hey guys I’m going to talk to Billy for a bit. I’ll come back if I get the chance but if the bell rings then I’ll see you at lunch.” After getting some nods from your friends you stepped towards Billy.
A triumphant smile took over his face as the guys near your group showed faces of disappointment. He quickly led you to a more secluded area of the school.
“So what’s up Billy?”
His mind drew a blank, he hadn’t really thought of what he was going to say to you once he got you away from the group of spectators. He was going to have to wing it.
“Uh I was just wondering how you were doing?” He winced. Seriously? This was the best he could come up with?
“Oh I’m doing pretty good, thanks for asking. How about you, how are you doing Billy?” You looked up at him and Billy immediately lost the ability to speak. He shook his head and tried to gather his thoughts before he made a fool of himself.
“I’m good too. I actually wanted to tell you that I really like your dress, it's really pretty.” Although not as pretty as you.
“Thanks Billy.” You beamed up at him, a twinkle in your eye. “Something tells me you had something else you wanted to tell me though so what is it?”
He hadn’t realized how obvious he was being but it probably would be for the best to just be upfront with you. “I uh, just wanted to know why you decided to wear that dress today? Usually you just wear your normal clothes.” He immediately realized how that may have sounded. “Not that you shouldn’t wear a dress or that your usual clothes aren’t nice too! I was just curious and my curiosity got the best of me.” Dang it! That came out wrong!
Instead of getting annoyed with him like he expected you gave him a small smile. “I just wanted to look pretty for once, and if I happen to get attention from a special someone that’s just a bonus.”
Attention from a special someone? Who could you possibly be trying to get the attention of? He thought the only guy you interacted with was him. He suddenly felt a surge of anger pass through him, he should be the only one you paid attention to.
“Oh? Do I know this special someone by any chance?” He tried to sound casual but if she gave away the guy’s name who knows what he’ll do to him.
“Maybe.” You replied coyly, playing with a heart shaped locket you were wearing around your neck. “Why?”
“Oh no reason, just curious.” He said, leaning against the wall. He studied your face as if the truth would be revealed if he looked at you long enough.
“Hmmm, well maybe if you happen to know this guy with brown hair and hazel eyes.” You smirked up at him while he tried to remember any guys he’d seen with that description. A couple of guys did come to mind.
“Is it Carlos from physics?”
“Nope.”
“Noah from English?”
“No.”
“How about Kevin from History?”
“Mmm no, give up yet?”
He could see you enjoying his struggle as you moved closer to him. He was tempted to pull you even closer and hold you in his arms but he knew that you may not be receptive to that.
“Can’t you give me another hint?” He moved closer to you and looked into your eyes, silently begging you to listen.
“Alright, let me think. He’s really cute and loves to wear red shirts to school.”
The first part of that hint angered him but he tried to focus on the second part to figure who he had to deal with. Red shirts. Hmmm…who wore red shirts a lot? He thought back to all the guys he’d seen around school. Many of them have worn red before but not enough for this hint to really help him.
“What letter does his name start with?”
You reached over and placed your hand on his chest. “B.” You whispered, you then leaned up towards his face and pressed your lips against his.
For a moment he was frozen in shock. He quickly snapped back to reality and kissed you back, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you closer.
You eventually pulled back and studied his face. He had a couple of freckles across his nose and you could see the bags under his eyes. His eyes were unfocused and his lips were still slightly puckered from kissing. He was perfect.
You took a moment to gather your thoughts. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist, was that okay?”
He just stared back at you, his body seeming to be frozen.
“Uh Billy?” You waved one hand in front of his face.
He flinched. “Huh?”
“Did you hear what I said?” A look of concern on your face.
He placed a hand on the nape of his neck. “Ah, sorry I didn’t. Could you repeat it?”
You had a hard time focusing as you remembered the warmth of Billy’s hands on your hips. “I asked if you were okay with me kissing you, I’m sorry I got a little ahead of myself there.”
A shy smile crossed his face. “Of course it’s okay! You can kiss me whenever you like! Wait, does this mean you were trying to get my attention?”
He could feel the hope blossom in his chest. A kiss didn’t necessarily mean you wanted to date him or even that you liked him romantically, but you didn’t seem the type to kiss someone unless you liked them.
You beamed up at him. “Yes Billy, I like you and I was trying to get your attention. From the looks of things I did a good job.”
“I mean you did, but you already had my attention way before this.” He revealed.
You looked back at him incredulously. “Seriously?”
He nodded. “Yup.”
“No way, why didn’t you ever say anything?”
“Sorry, I wasn’t sure you would like me back.”
“Well clearly I do.”
That brought his attention back to your dress and how one of his hands was on your hip. He squeezed it knowing you wouldn’t mind since you apparently liked him too.
You grabbed his other hand and brought it back to the other hip. Now that you knew he liked you, you didn’t mind being bold.
“I want you to hold me.”
A blush spread across his cheeks at your words. He didn’t expect you to be so upfront. He couldn’t wait to see more of this side from you.
“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” He squeezed your hips, hoping he would never have to let go of you again.
“I would love to be your girlfriend.” You quickly pecked his cheek. Your cheeks grew tired from smiling but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. Billy Batson was your boyfriend, he liked you back!
“Hey look, I don’t want to tell you what to do but please don’t wear that dress to school ever again. I don’t like all those guys looking at you.”
Your lips stretched into a sly grin. “Billy, are you jealous?”
Billy pouted, “I think it’s fair for me to be jealous, you are my girlfriend after all.”
He’s so cute! I want to tease him so bad.
“I don’t know-“
“Don’t play with me.” He pulled you even closer, his hold on your hips tightening. “Your mine.”
You felt a sudden rush of arousal. Your cunt grew wet and you hoped that it wouldn’t show through the dress since you had decided not to wear any panties today. Welp, I can see a new kink has been unlocked, right next to manhandling.
You rubbed his arms, “I’m yours”, you agreed. You had to admit that seeing him act like this was doing something to you. “I’m not gonna lie Billy, seeing you be possessive is really attractive.” The possessive look he wore quickly morphed to that of shyness as his ears grew red and a blush covered his face. “Really?”
“I wouldn’t lie to you about this.” You replied.
He beamed at you, “Well then I’m glad.”
As the two of you basked in the warmth of holding each other close a group of other students passed, unaware of the two of you being nearby. “Dude I’m telling you she wasn’t wearing anything underneath! No panties or anything. Prettiest pussy I ever saw.”
“No way. She wouldn’t just show up to school suddenly wearing a dress with no panties underneath, she’s pretty shy. I feel like she would have to work her way up to doing that,” his friend argued. “Yeah I can understand wearing something different like the dress but I don’t think she’d go as far as not wearing any underwear. I mean we’re at school, wouldn’t she worry about being caught?”
“Bro I swear I’m not lying. See for yourself if you want. I saw it when we were walking to History since it’s on the second floor. You have science with her don’t you? On the second floor of the science building? Just look then.”
“Alright I will.”
As they continued past you two, you couldn’t help but shiver as you felt Billy tighten his hold on you. You peeked up at him, taking note of his furrowed brows and possessive look returning.
“Billy I-”
“You’re not wearing any panties ?”
You felt a sudden heat take over your face. “Well you see, I wasn’t sure if you liked me so I was sort of hoping that maybe this would get some people talking about me and I’d get lucky and you’d-”
“That’s not a good reason for leaving your bare cunt out in the open like that!” He growled, moving his face closer to yours.
“That pretty little pussy is mine and no one else is allowed to see it.” He looked around and grabbed you by the arm. “Come on.”
He led you over to the classrooms nearby, he studied them before deciding on the one at the very end. This class was known to be typically empty at this hour since the teacher taught only four classes and left soon after they finished teaching. He quickly strode over to the classroom and pulled you in.
“Uh Billy? What are we doing here?” You looked around the room, all things considered it looked pretty clean. The lights were still on and while there were some papers left here and there, everything was overall pretty organized. You turned back to Billy, he stared back at you, clenching and unclenching his hands.
“I don’t like other guys seeing you in ways that only I should see you in. I don’t think it’s fair that they got to see your slutty cunt before I did. You did this, knowing they would talk about it. I think it’s time I punished you. Now walk over to that table and bend over .”
You couldn’t help the shiver that ran through your body, you hadn’t expected Billy to be this possessive but you couldn’t say that you weren’t into it. You walked over to the table and bent over, placing the palms of your hands on top of the table to hold your body up. As you started wondering if you were doing things right or looking as inexperienced as you felt, you sensed a sudden warmth behind you. You let out a small gasp as Billy came and wrapped himself around you, trapping you between his body and the table.
“Since you wanted my attention so badly I’m going to do whatever I want to your body and you’re going to bear with it, alright?” Although a question, what he said was more of a demand as he started to touch you anywhere he could reach.
“Look at these pretty tits, so perky, I can’t wait to hold them.” He rolled your shirt up to your armpits, then unclasped your bra, freeing your breasts and exposing them to the cool air of the classroom. You could feel your nipples hardening, not sure of whether it was from your growing arousal or the chilliness of the room.
Billy immediately began playing with your breasts, gently squeezing them, occasionally pulling your nipples.
“Ahh,” you couldn’t help but pant, not expecting to feel so good from having your breasts played with. Maybe your inexperience was making you extra sensitive? You suddenly jolted as you felt something hard press against your ass. It took you a moment to realize that it was Billy’s length. You couldn’t help but moan at the realization.
Not even a minute after, Billy began rutting against you. You couldn’t help but let out a whimper at the fast pace he set. Billy seemed to grow desperate for more as he unbuckled his pants, dropping them to the floor. He lowered his boxers in record time and lifted your dress up so that your wet cunt was exposed.
“You’re so wet for me already, you're such a slut.” He slipped his cock between your thighs. “I bet you had been hoping for this all along haven’t you?”
You couldn’t help but nod. “Oohh Billy, I’ve wanted you for so long. I wanted you so bad. Needed you to take me and make me yours.” You couldn’t help but spill every dirty secret you have to him. Getting off on him seeing your desperation.
“Really? How bad did you want me?” He asked. He wanted to hear every little thought you had. Have you been dreaming of him? Of the two of you doing this together? Did you like him as much as he liked you?
“So bad Billy. I dreamt of you all the time. In class, at home, in the car. I couldn’t escape you. I dreamt of you noticing me and taking me in front of the class so everyone could see I’m yours.”
Hearing your confession drove Billy mad as he began rubbing against your wet heat even faster, letting out groans of pleasure. Your cunt was so soft and warm against his cock and he couldn’t wait to sink into you when he got the chance, for now though he’ll stick with the pussyjob.
He held you firmly against him, arms wrapped tight around your waist to make it easier to rut against you.
He was curious about what else you dreamt about with him. “What else did you dream about?”
“Oh Billy you have no idea,” you groaned out, “I dreamt of you fucking me so many times, in so many positions. Of you taking my virginity. Making me your slut and personal cocksleeve.”
Billy’s brain short-circuited at your words. You were a virgin and this depraved? The words coming out of your mouth were so filthy, he didn’t expect you to be this nasty.
It really turned him on.
“I guess we’re going to have to make those into reality now aren’t we?” He whispered into your ear. You shivered at the thought of him fucking you dumb.
“Yes please!” You begged as he continued rubbing himself against your cunt. You were glad that he held you against him otherwise you would have fallen to the ground already.
“Those guys aren’t allowed to look at you like this. They shouldn’t be able to see your pretty little cunt. I can feel it absolutely dripping and we haven’t even done anything. You must be desperate for my cock.” He was so angry, you were his and it was about time that he showed you what that meant.
“Billy please, I want you. Please don’t stop.” The pleasure of your clit rubbing against his cock left your head completely empty. The only thought crossing your mind was Billy, and how good he made you feel.
“That’s right baby, let out as much noise as you want. After all, anyone who hears it will be able to know how good I make you feel.”
“What if someone catches us though?” You whimper.
“Well that’ll be the perfect way for them to know that you're mine now won’t it?”
“Billy no, I don’t want anyone to see me like this.” You didn’t want to be caught naked at school but you couldn’t help the sudden arousal you felt at the idea of people seeing Billy draped over you. Of them seeing the absolute pussy whipped look on his face. The look of pure lust that he had from just rubbing himself against your pussy.
“Don’t lie to me you little whore, I can feel the sudden gush of your juice dripping all over my cock.” He growled out. “I’m going to teach you what happens when you let others see what’s mine.”
He started sucking on the skin below your ear while he thrusted his length directly against your clit. You could feel your own body trembling from the pleasure of it all.
“Oh God, I think I’m gonna cum.” You were a bit embarrassed to be finishing so quickly but you chalked it up to still being fairly new to this.
Watching Billy go crazy from touching you made your arousal only grow. His arms were strong, the muscles obvious from the way he held you. The veins of his arms popping out. You tightly held onto his arms as you felt a rush of warmth run through your body as he drew an orgasm out of you.
He drew another moan out of you as he started thrusting even faster, chasing his own pleasure. The wetness of your cunt allowing him to move as fast as he needed until he finally reached orgasm. He groaned as he managed a few small thrusts, his balls twitching as he finally spurted out his cum. Some of it landed against your pussy while the rest dripped onto the floor.
Billy couldn’t believe what had just happened. How could he have known that when he went to school today that he would end up in this position with you. He couldn’t wait to do all the things he had always wanted to do with you and for the two of you to fulfill all the fantasies you apparently had about him.
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Falling Asleep (Next to the One You Love)
❥ Xavier x OC ❥ An OC remembering loving moments with the Star Baby ❥ naps with your beloved, longing, angst ❥ College/University AU, the (my) MC and Xavier as University Students
Finding herself beside a sleeping Xavier, a young woman becomes intensely aware of her feelings...and how difficult it is to confess them.
It happened between studying for the Contemporary History and Technology final and the Calculus final exam. The last thing I remembered was the two of us sitting on the bed, books cracked open, a monotone voice teaching various math formulas via the video playlist playing on my laptop. We were listening to them while "discussing" what type of questions to expect on the history exam. I told you that the professor uploaded a outline of what to expect online. You reminded me of how that same professor loves to trip up students with questions nobody expects.
The moment I opened my eyes, those memories became nothing but a blur. Instead, I was greeted with by the silent stillness of my dorm room, dark save for the streaks of moonlight coming through the blinds and the hallway lights peeking in at the bottom of the door.
I felt your presence immediately.
We were side by side, huddled together within the constraints of my full sized bed. The moment I saw you there, my sight sharpened, and my breath caught in my throat. You were lying there, still, fast asleep, blissfully unaware of how wide my eyes were or how much my face tingled, or how my heart would burst forth from my chest, my racing heart hitting the sheets with a sickening splat.
You had...that much of an affect on me.
"Xavier..." I spoke your name so quietly, I wondered if I'd said it at all.
Even as I tried to retrace the steps that led us to this moment, my eyes couldn't help but drink up the sight of you. I wanted to brush away the platinum locks of hair that dangled too close to your eyes, but I didn't want to wake you. I wondered what sort of dreams you could see within those soulful blue irises of yours. My mind was in a whirlwind. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't figure out how we ended up asleep in my bed. You were always sleepy and were notorious for taking naps at any given moment, even sleeping upright in the middle moving from one class to another. But for all that impromptu napping, we were wide awake and ready to have a productive study session.
How did we get from calculus formulas and troll questions on a scantron to this?
"Xavier..." My voice was a little louder, but still a whisper. You stirred for a moment but promptly went back to sleep.
I was captivated by you. Your quiet, rhythmic breathing was as stirring and musical as any classical symphony. You were always beautiful to me, but in that moment, you had never been more beautiful. Keeping my feelings for you bottled up inside was as difficult as bottling a single moonbeam in a jar. I wanted nothing more than to press a tender kiss against your forehead, wishing you the sweetest dreams. I wanted to wrap my arms around you and keep you close all night, allowing the quiet melody of your breath and the harmony of your warmth carry me into the sweetest dreams. I wanted you so badly to mine that it hurt.
Never was my secret love for you so prevalent and so painful inside my heart.
I loved you so much and no matter the times we spent together, you were always just out of my reach. I wanted to tell you how I felt. So many times, I tried to do just that. But I couldn't. I was always in my own way. How could someone like me dare to confess to you? How could someone so pure and full of light (in my eyes) find that same light inside of someone like me?
It was better to keep my feelings bottled up. The last thing I wanted was to dim your light with my very presence. Tainted, broken, hollow. A shadow struggling in a sea of bright lights.
I was so far into my self-destructive thoughts that I hadn't noticed you waking up for real. "Hey...you're awake. Did you have a good rest?"
"Huh? Yes, I..." I paused, allowing his question to really sink in. "Xavier, what do you mean, did I sleep well?"
"I mean what I asked, silly." He sat up, propping a hand on his head. "You fell asleep on my shoulder watching math videos. I didn't want to disturb you, so I just let you rest. But I guess I fell asleep, too...and now, we ended up like this."
Just keep breathing, just keep breathing... "You...you could have just left. I wouldn't have minded."
"I know, but...it didn't feel right to leave you alone. And you..."
"And I...what?"
"And you...when I did tried to leave you, you grabbed my arm."
"I did what?" The moment he said that, I cursed the heavens for now having a rock to crawl under nearby. "Are you serious?"
"Yes, but it's fine." The reassurance in your eyes only added to my mortification. "I didn't want to leave and you didn't want me to leave either. And now, here we are. But I'm still tired. Studying is hard work and it took a lot out of me..."
Before I could apologize for the entire situation, you let out this large yawn and began settling back into bed. Once you were out, I knew it would take a natural disaster to wake up - and even then, there were no guarantees. I watched dumbstruck as you fell back asleep beside, as if it were the easy thing to do in the world.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
But somehow, as my felt my own eyelids begin to droop down, I could only feel gratitude for this unexpected, wondrous moment.
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Bnha things that had me on a chokehold.
i don't exactly know what they put inside the tropes of "Class 1A being treated as villains in society" But I am absolutely loving it because of the grip, the strength, it had me definitely on a chokehold.
Let's start with a lil something mmm? Since season 2, when the other classes came to "curiously" check 1A for being attacked by villains at the USJ, since then, they had negative views about Class 1A. Soon, it wasn't just the entirety of UA, it was also society in general for being spoiled little beings for thinking that getting attacked would make you grow a head for being famous. So of course, society treats Class 1A as "arrogant, trouble attractors, attention-seeking" as if getting attacked by villains was their fault (Well in the case of those who haven't read the manga would say so, but those who have, it's still vaguely implied it is but when really, it ain't anyone's fault at all except AFO) They couldn't even be treated properly in broad daylight, saying they bring a bad name to heroes, saying they're the reason their children won't want to become villains.
Regardless villains or heroes, aren't they risking their lives to save society's ass anyways? And they're just being treated as "dangerous, should be removed, and entitled" by that same society? It then led to Class 1A only being able to rely on each other, and Aizawa. Because no other staff in UA wants to get caught in the mess, in saving their reputations and such. Aizawa is their only support because Nezu wouldn't give a rats ass, or the HPSC would not even provide care for the publicly well known institution. Not even All Might himself.
When Bakugou was kidnapped, things were getting out of hand, leading to civilians thinking, "our children being enrolled to UA only brings downfall, it's the fault of Class 1A that they were being attacked (even tho the news clearly stated their target was All Might), All Might retiring was from the fault of Katsuki Bakugou," as if society would lose their trust in heroes, and pinning all the blame to 1A and their infamous explosion boy. Society was shameless to mention it to Bakugou as well, calling him "All Might ender, shouldn't ever be a hero, it's his fault for ending All Might." He had no support, and after his fight with Izuku Midoriya, he only had the arms of Class 1A to support him, because God forbid he would tell his biological family.
When Eri was rescued and in the death of Nighteye, the work studied students were only comforted by Class 1A, for the hard times, even briefly by Bakugou and Todoroki, when people had received the news of the League killing Snatch and retrieving the drugs and making Overhaul armless, society shifts critiques to Class 1A. "They're always getting into trouble," "they couldn't even prevent such a simple hit & run as this?" "Because they were involved, Nighteye died," "I heard they encountered the girl before the fight, if they had just saved her then, it wouldn't turn out like this" as if they could control the outcome of the fight. As if they could predict the League coming into play. In the end, society will say it's their fault for when they are involved.
Trouble was attracted to Class 1A. Monoma was right about that. They couldn't even be free from backlash from all the other student courses because "it's their fault we can't enjoy our school year and shine through" Even after all the performance they went through to make people feel safe and enjoy themselves, they continue to receive heavy critiques, for being children to provide things that children shouldn't be responsible for giving. Trying to provide a space for everyone to enjoy along. They were sneered by Class 1B for the small difference. It was okay for Class 1A, all they had wanted was for everyone in the stadium to feel at ease, they weren't selfish. Heroes aren't supposed to be.
Why was society treating them like villains?
During the 1st War in Jaku and Gunga, when Gigantomachia broke out in the entirety of Japan, when Dabi revealed himself, and when Shigaraki/AFO were engaged in the fight before fleeing, all of society's trust in heroes had long vanished. Backing all those nearby into the corner. But the most received backlash was Class 1A anyways. Although being omitted from the fight, they were received with critiques of "why didn't you join the fight, you were supposed to be heroes, you couldn't even protect us, you're selfish, you couldn't do anything right, you're the real villains, we should have never trusted you" when they were none the wiser for not knowing the full details of the fight, for when Izuku Midoriya had to leave UA because AFO and Shigaraki had a huge target on his back, when Shouto Todoroki was seen as both the villain, Dabi's brother and terrible hero, Endeavour. In the end, they were blamed by society for the downfall of Japan, when they never did anything at all, except trying to protect society.
And when the 2nd war was over, society tried turning a blind eye of actions when all villains had been defeated. Never once had society apologized to Class 1A. When all fought, blood, sweat, tears, lost limbs, lost heart, and losses of people important to them. Class 1A tried to save not only society, but the villains as well. In the end, during the rebuilding, society never once apologized to Class 1A, nor thanked them.
When they protect society, they only had each other to protect. Aizawa does his best to protect them. Who else would protect Class 1A?
They're future heroes. They should be able to protect themselves. They shouldn't need any protection.
But they're just kids, aren't they?
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Friday, June 7, 2024
Kiyomizudera, Sannenzaka, and Ninenzaka
Today began at around 10am, where we showered and got ready for the day. Then we headed out to Kiyomizudera temple, which is my second time here but I wanted to show my sister around since she wanted to see the Temple and the surrounding Sannenzaka area. I appreciated the temple about the same as much as last time I went, and I enjoy this temple a lot because there are a decent amount of things to do at the temple, such as the Otowa waterfall and womb tunnel.
The pagodas are always really nice to see and we went down a different trail this time which led us to the smaller pagoda on the other side across from the main temple area. We were also able to walk up to a different temple, called “Seikan-ji” which was a lot less busy and nearly empty. We also got to see a great view from the top. On the way up to this temple we also coincidentally ran into two other UF students who are on the study abroad trip that started right after mine ended. They also happened to be friends/roommates with my buddy Rich who I met on my study abroad trip. Pretty wild coincidence running into them, and it really makes the world feel much smaller.
After the temple, we walked down through the Sannenzaka area which is always fun, albeit a bit crowded. We even got to see the Yasaka Pagoda, which I am surprised that I didn’t see last time I was here with my class.
Following this, we went on a hunt for some place to eat lunch, it took a bit to try and find a place as it seems that there’s only really dessert shops and kimono rentals in this area. We stopped along the way at a fresh fruit juice shop, where I ordered a grape/lemon juice and I was a bit taken aback to see that she blended up an entire lemon wedge - rind and all. I was not a big fan of that as it made the drink far too bitter for my liking. After some walking we stumbled upon a random restaurant called “Ivory” which had some lunch specials that caught our eye. The employees were very nice and saw us standing outside pondering if we would be allowed to eat there as the sign outside said they closed in 8 minutes, but an elderly employee came out and told us to come in to eat. I ordered a pork rice bowl, which was essentially deluxe gyudon with a pretty tasty soup on the side.
After lunch we walked back to the Kyoto Kawaramachi area near our hotel and got on the subway to make our way over to the Kyoto Pokémon Center. I think this is my 4th or 5th Pokémon center that i’ve been to so far in Japan and i’m honestly hoping to get those numbers up!! I was excited to see this Pokémon center as I am a big fan of Lugia and Ho-oh and this one in particular has statues of them in the store.
Following our shopping at the Pokémon center, we headed back over to the Kawaramachi area again and hit up a few stores near here before heading back to the hotel to rest for a bit. Once we were re-energized we headed out to walk around Teramachi street and view the local shops. We had a lot of fun window shopping and getting some new clothes from Uniqlo. Once we had built up an appetite we stopped by Coco Ichibanya to grab some katsu curry (i know i’ve had it 2 days in a row i can’t help myself), since Michelle wanted to try it as she is also a fan of Japanese curry.
After dinner, we lounged around the hotel a bit before deciding to go to Round One to play some Maimai. After the first few rounds Michelle was hooked and having a blast attempting the expert level songs which was a lot of fun. After this we hit up Rainbow karaoke, where we then spent the next 2 hours there singing songs and overall having a good time. That mostly concludes our night and I look forward to another fun day tomorrow.
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𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭
➫ taehyung x reader
ah the cliche miscommunication trope. taehyung is a famous painter and is usually followed by his manager who is at his beck and call.
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Hatred is a strong feeling that plagues humans and motivates them to act out. Hatred is usually too strong of a word or at least it is according to my father. I often opted for strongly dislike instead. Hatred can only be used for the person in my life, my neighbor. To be fair, who plays classical music at 3 o’clock in the morning? Who plays the saxophone on their balcony? Who makes our entire apartment floor reek of acrylic paint? Only my neighbor, it seems like I am the only one who holds this type of ill feeling as I hear the older ladies from a different floor gossiping about the casanova upstairs.
“I heard that he’s moved here from abroad and is studying American life for a new art piece” One says smugly.“I heard he’s being commissioned by many museums!” “I hear- ” Their voices fade as the elevator doors close and I roll my eyes. After what feels like eternity from a long day I enter the apartment as the stench of paint invades my senses. “Taehyung, mind telling me why the old ladies from downstairs are gossiping about you?” I chastise as I set down the Chinese takeout box on the table.
“Not my fault that I’m irresistible” he says with a wink as he comes from around the large canvas. “Oh you brought food too! Ugh you know I often think to myself, ‘What would I do without you?’ then I realize you’re stuck with me and those thoughts are useless” he sarcastically remarks with a smug grin.
As I resist the urge to scream I repeat the calming exercises my therapist taught me, in your nose out your mouth aaaand repeat. With a weak smile I nod and begin setting up the food.
“You know you should be a lot nicer because I’m your manager! I don’t voluntarily babysit you, buy you food, buy your groceries or even walk your dog…” I say as my head points to the fluffy pomeranian sleeping in the grandiose dog bed next to the couch.
“Yes but isn’t that what they call perks! You’re like a built-in best friend from the company, I mean imagine how lonely I’d be if I didn’t have you!” he says with a pout as he faces me. His long black wavy hair swept across his forehead with various colors of acrylic paint decorating his shirt with a dash of sky blue on his cheek as his eyes crinkle as laughter erupts from his boxy smile.
“I could always ask Ivy to switch me out you know, she adores me” I threaten as his eyes focus back on the canvas and not on my burning cheeks.
The first time I met Taehyung was five years ago in college. We had an art class together and he was the student who was gifted and excelled without trying. I on the other hand did not and opted for appreciating the art. He eventually got accepted into the same company I was managing at and I became his manager. He has a tall build and very wide shoulders, his tan skin contrasts perfectly with his dark raven hair that is hardly ever styled and always overgrown. He claims it’s a part of his trademark. His light brown eyes are framed by unfairly long eyelashes. It wasn’t necessarily Taehyung’s appearance that intrigued me, it was his artwork. His mother died at a young age and his father was an alcoholic after her death that led him to spend most of his time with his grandmother. She taught him many art techniques from all the places she’s traveled. He incorporates feelings and places into one. His debut art piece was a painting of the Leaning Tower of Pisa but it was held up by a small boy, it represented how he felt the whole world’s responsibility was put on him after his mother’s death. It was instantly a hit and has now earned him the title of one of the best artists and the company decided to splurge on everything for the artist that made them known. It’s not that I hate him per say I think it’s the implications of him and how he doesn’t listen and makes my life a hundred times more stressful. He was right when he said I was his only friend and only a slight pang of pity comes from that because I know it’s true. He has difficulty making friends albeit his very sociable and charismatic personality.
As I enter Taehyung’s apartment excitement courses through my veins, I go straight to him and announce the great news Ivy told me over the phone minutes prior.
“You’re opening a new exhibition in Osaka, Japan!” I announce happily as I watch his face drain of color and the paintbrush fall to the floor.
“Taehyung,” I murmur “W-what’s wrong? I thought you wanted a new exhibition, you have so many works ready fo-”
“I’m not doing it” he says curtly and standing up. “B-but-”
“NO you’re not hearing me Yn, I am not doing this” he says vehemently storming out of the room. I stand alone in the studio feeling tears threatening to spill as I gaze up at the ceiling.
Taehyung sits in his room staring at the picture of his grandmother and his younger self in France. He smiles sadly at the picture, a pang of regret bubbles within his chest as he remembers lashing out on Yn. Her face crumpled in pain and confusion clouds his thoughts and he feels bad. He didn’t know how to communicate the fact he hasn’t been to Japan since his grandmother died, he swore he would never go back which is why he’s traveled the world trying to forget about his past. After his mother died his father turned into an alcoholic trying to drown the memories of her, which included Taehyung. He often wandered by himself around the neighborhood until he came to his grandmother’s house. His grandmother traveled the world due to her love for the arts and taught him the many art techniques she had learned. His grandmother was the pillar in his roughly unstable life, although she wasn’t his real grandmother he considered her as his real grandmother. She was just a friendly grandmother that looked after all the children in the small neighborhood where he grew up in Japan. She was an old single woman who said she was too busy living her life to get married and settle down. Her name was Hiromi and she treasured Taehyung because he reminded her so much of herself. He was just thankful someone was there to look after him at such a young age and he owes a lot of it to Hiromi. She made his dark childhood happy and inspired him to continue doing what he loved. At age 19 Hiromi died leaving Taehyung without a reason to stay in Japan. The day after her funeral he went to travel to all the places she told him about.
I knew seeing Taehyung after the incident would be awkward but not this awkward. As Ivy nudges my shoulder in efforts to help me stay awake during the company meeting I can’t help but let my gaze wander to Taehyung who seems to have a very easy time paying attention. The CEO continues to gloat about the company’s newest accomplishments and welcoming yet another promising artist. Applaud ensues as an attractive young man stands before everyone and introduces himself. The new artist’s name is Ryu and he mainly works with clay molding as he showcases his work. Mr. Lin, our CEO, slaps the artist on the back obviously very proud of the new addition.
“And now the one who will be overseeing your work will be none other than Ivy and if you have any questions your manager is Yn.” Mr. Lin says proudly and dismisses the meeting. As soon as Mr.Lin dismisses the meeting, I run to Ryu.
“Well well well mind telling me why you’re here!” I exclaim as he brings me into a hug.
“You know I needed a new company after helping out at the restaurant and I remember you saying you’d help me out” he says cheekily with a blinding smile as I nod understandingly.
Ryu was my childhood best friend and cousin. Our family is very close because they operate a restaurant together that serves the best fried chicken. I remember growing up within the four walls of that restaurant and pulling pranks on our parents. Ryu is set a bit higher than me with sleek, slicked back hair. He always dresses up and believes he’s the most charming person in the building. Yet with his arrogant personality he’s always been there for me and has someone inherited the artful skill that somehow skipped me.
“Why the long face Taehyung?” Ivy inquires with a quirk of her brow.
“Sigh I do not understand Mr. Lin at all, Yn can barely handle me so why add another artist?” He says with genuine confusion written across his features.
“Well for starters all the other managers are handling exhibitions, Yn also has other artists besides you, you know that… right? Plus Ryu and Yn already know each other so it’s easier for them to begin working right away. Although that’s not why you’re asking, you’re jealous!” She exclaims as she pokes his arm.
“Not jealous, I have no idea where that idea even came from. Absolutely ridiculous like honestly… But what do you mean “already know each other”?” He says in air quotes but as soon as Ivy opens her mouth to respond I approach them. Walking up with a beaming smile full of excitement and an equally excited Ryu that leaves a sour taste in Taehyung’s mouth. Dismissing Taehyung’s attitude Ryu introduces himself.
“Hello my name is Ryu, it’s a pleasure to meet you both.” he introduces politely with a blinding smile sweeping Ivy off of her feet.
“The pleasure is all mine. I’ll be here if you have any questions or concerns or anything” she smiles shyly as Taehyung rolls his eyes and I elbow him.
“Please excuse us for a moment, Ryu I’ll meet you afterwards!” I say hurriedly pushing Taehyung in the tight hall. I glare at him expecting an answer for his odd behavior but instead I’m met with silence.
“What’s wrong now?” I ask exasperated, “Like I have no idea what you want from me honestly. You blew up on me but you’re mad? Plus you’re being mean and this isn't like you. So what’s up?”
“Look, I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to blow up on you or act like this it- it’s just” he murmurs with his head hung low. I duck my head to see his misty eyes and give him a hug to chase away the tears threatening to spill. “Hiromi’s death anniversary is tomorrow… and my mother’s birthday is next week” he says with a sniff as I feel my eyes well up.
“You dummy why didn’t you just tell me?” I murmur as I hug him tighter. “I know you haven’t been back to Japan since Hiromi’s death. Will you be okay for the exhibition? We don’t have to do it you know, I’m sure Ivy w-”
He cuts me off with a short press to my lips and his signature boxy smile with a blush atop his cheeks.
“I’ll be alright, I have you with me after all” he smiles at me. I faintly hear Ivy whooping from the conference room and I laugh.“Okay if you’re up for it” I say gazing up at him “I will always be with you.” “I hope so,” he says with a nod of his head, “By the way… who's that Ryu guy?” I shake my head laughing lightly as I walk away and he chases after me asking.
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