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incorrect-pipravi · 7 months
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LauCara (Lauren x Cara) headcanons
Since I finally came out as a LauCara shipper (that’s what I decided to call them) and I’m currently addicted to writing headcanons (because 1. it’s fun and 2. I’m too lazy to write anything else rn) here’s some hcs
Cara had always thought that Lauren was adorable ever since they first met in middle school (I think that’s when they met?), not only was she extremely beautiful and gorgeous, but she had a good personality.
Lauren was sociable, funny, not afraid to show her real emotions or thoughts and very charming. She was a natural attractor of the spotlight.
However, Cara’s crush only started developing into something more than an admiration for a friend when Lauren dyed her hair red and Cara was like “Oh. Oh no.”
Cara had told Naomi immediately, panicking.
“I’ve known her for years, Naomi! She has never expressed an ounce of interest in girls. Oh god. I’m doomed. And she’s my best friend! What will I do?”
“First of all, please stop pacing and take a seat.” Naomi had told her. “Second of all, even I didn’t know that you liked girls until you told me and I’m your older sister. You might have a tiny chance, but still it’s a chance. If she doesn’t then you’ll eventually get over it. And besides you’re totally perfect. Any girl would be lucky to have your attention and love.”
Pip, of course, didn’t need to be told because she noticed the lovesick looks Cara had been giving Lauren when she’s not looking.
“Yeah. You caught me red-handed, Detective Pip. I really like Loz. I’m fucked, am I not?”
Pip had hugged her and told her that whatever she decided to do she’d do about her crush she’ll have her unending support.
Lauren was still oblivious to Cara’s pining and to top it all off, she started dating Tom.
“I’ll never have a chance. I’m truly pathetic.” She had told Pip on the phone whilst crying.
Six months later, she got a call from a crying Lauren and she had immediately left whatever she was doing, bought chocolate and other snacks and headed to Lauren’s house.
After Lauren’s breakup with Tom, Cara was always there with Lauren comforting her and listening to her.
"He made me feel worthless.” Lauren had told her about Tom.
“No. Hey, listen to me.” Cara turned Lauren’s head toward her, made her look into her eyes. “You’re not worthless. You’re the most wonderful girl I know. You’re anything but worthless.”
Something in their relationship shifted. They started spending more time together, especially since Pip was already busy with her EPQ and the boys were still away on summer vacations.
Cara’s presence, her words and her comforting touch became a constant in Lauren’s day.
Lauren started feeling something more for Cara and for a while she wasn’t sure what to do. She had never liked a girl before. This new feeling, it overwhelmed her.
She probably did one of those “am I gay?” quizzes.
Lauren’s mother had been a great help. She had helped her figure out her sexuality (which I hc her as bisexual) as well as aided her in accepting this new part of her identity and gave her some great relationship advice.
“Listen to me, my love. I know that all of this is overwhelming to you and I’m not saying that you have to go and tell everyone, but what I’m trying to say is that you should consider telling Cara about your feelings or else you might end up regretting it.”
“But what if she doesn’t like me and it makes things awkward and then that would mean I ruined our friendship for nothing?”
“Believe me, angel. It won’t ruin anything.” Her mom smiled all knowingly. “I’ve seen the way that girl looks at you. Just give it a shot!”
Lauren tries to do as her mother advised, but she backs down every single time.
Lauren and Cara finally kiss during the calamity party. They’re both a little bit drunk and are having a moment alone and with a drunken fit of courage, things finally work in their favor.
Both of them caught in the moment, leaning slowly towards one another and their lips finally meet.
They both panic and sit in complete silence for a few seconds, searching each other’s eyes for any reaction.
“I- I li-“ Cara takes a deep steadying breath before continuing. “I like you, Loz. I have liked you for a while.”
Cara then watches Lauren’s face for any expression or sign, but she can’t read her emotions very well at that moment and she starts to panic, but before she can do anything Lauren is pressing her lips against Cara’s, again.
“I like you, too.” Lauren whispers against Cara’s lips.
They talk more about it the next morning when they are sober. They decide to start dating, but to keep it a secret for a while until Lauren is ready to come out.
When they tell the group, everyone is happy and is supportive. (Everyone already knew because the couple had been anything, but subtle. Though of course they decided to respect the couple’s privacy and pretended like they didn’t have a clue!)
This is all for now, but I plan on writing more because I really enjoyed writing this!
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ftwobr2000 · 1 year
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I don’t typically do vents/rants on my Tumblr anymore but I seriously need to vent about my latest situation.
My Windows 10 laptop suddenly and randomly died a few days ago. Earlier in the day it worked just fine, I had it at my grandma’s house and it ran just fine. But after bringing it home, it just stopped working. I thought the battery just crapped out, but according to the people at Micro Center (where my laptop still currently is rn) the entire motherboard shit the bed. This entire situation has been depressing me/stressing me the hell out for a number of reasons.
The only other semi-functioning laptop I have or ANY sort of computer that’s not my parents’ is an older Windows 7 one I used for many years before deciding to get a new laptop. It can’t handle more than 3 tabs in Firefox without it crashing, it can’t play TF2, it can barely handle Twitch or YouTube streams even with my fine internet, and it won’t even let me post or reblog stuff on Tumblr. I had to type this all in a Google Doc on my computer, then open the doc on my phone and copy it all on here. It is really hard for me to adapt to big changes like this, and in particular having all my higher-end games and things taken away from me in a flash like that has been extremely disheartening to me.
Then there’s the pricing. I had to get advice for getting my laptop because I may be a tech geek, but I’m not 100% knowledgeable on graphics cards or what’s the latest and greatest due to me ALWAYS being the last to know about... basically everything. I naively thought maybe it wouldn’t cost too much money to get it fixed, but the motherboard is $1200... the average cost of a new gaming laptop. So I’m back to square one. And this time, I have to pay for the laptop instead of my parents or sister, because the warranty expired.
This shit has been severely exhausting me and making me fall back into my negative feelings and mood. It REALLY just shows me that my life is super boring and my city is boring and I have nothing to do and literally ANYTHING that can make me happy or feel better just doesn’t work on older computers, if that makes sense. I thought MAYBE this year might have a better start or be an improvement over the last but if my luck is any indication, given all this shit that just might not be in the cards for me.
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greatgatsbyhateblog · 3 years
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I’m not at all one to care abt the make of a phone or how new it is or anything like that. for me, so long as I know how to use it and it works at least pretty okay most of the time, idrc abt the other stuff. Tbh I care more abt having a phonecase that I like and is protective/strong than having the newest, fastest, prettiest phone that’s up-to-date on all the coolest phone tech in the market. However,
💜💜purble phone💜💜
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shoyosthighs · 3 years
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1 Month Challenge
Hinata Shoyo X f!reader (SMUT 🔞)
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Sum: A challenge came up by Hinata before he leave for a month of intensive volleyball training 🤭 (timeskip MSBY Hinata)
Warnings: +18 MDI, dirty talk, unprotected sex, oral receiving (both ways), hard edging, dirty talk, daddy shoyo, 69, hard orgasm deny, creampie, basically really filthy smut
Word count: 2504 words
Author’s Note: Its been 8 years since I last written smut HAHA please spare me 😭 Im loving timeskip buff hinata currently and this plot is something similar I saw on p*rn so I decided to write it 🤭
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“Sho! Have you packed all your stuff?” You shouted from the kitchen from you and Hinata’s apartment. Preparing breakfast for him before he leaves for his intensive training in Brazil with the MSBY team in an hour.
“Yes baby” Hinata whispered in your ears from behind while snaking his arms to your waist and pressing you to his chest. “Can you pass me the soy-sauce, I made your favorite” you kiss him on the cheek while preparing his favorite Japanese rice with raw egg and soy-sauce.
“What did I do to deserve you baby” he wipe his fake tear smiling at you while passing you the soy-sauce.
“Baby girl, remember to take care of yourself okay? I will be back in a month. I know your college exams are coming soon but without me reminding you to eat you wouldn’t eat, so please remember to eat okay?” You nodded while pouting, didn’t really want him to leave.
“I will tell Yams to check up on you too” he side-eye you, knowing you will forget to take care of yourself once you indulge yourself into studying. “You’re so nagging haha” you pass him a cup of ice chocolate while ruffling his hair.
“Anyway baby, before I leave let’s come up with a challenge?” he asked while helping you wash the dishes and drying it. He pulled you to the couch and sat down while pulling you onto his lap, straddling him.
“What’s up your sleeve again?” You run your hands cupping his head from behind and play with his fluffy orange hair. “You see, I will be gone for a month and we won’t get to fuck” he said in a teasing voice. Knowing him, your high sex drive boyfriend for 2 years he will be having this dirty thoughts 24/7.
“And yeah what about it?” You rest your cheek on his chest and hug his waist instead. “Don’t touch yourself for a month, and when I come back I will breed you till morning” he smirk at you. “Hey not fair, what about you?” Knowing his horny ass he will probably run to the bathroom to finish himself off, “Both of us, it’s a challenge for both of us”
“I am up for it, but can you?” You tease him back. “You bet” he kiss you on the lips while carrying you into your shared bedroom, breeding you for the last time before he leaves for training.
It was already the 3rd week since Hinata has gone for his intensive training in Brazil, he had been sending you photos of himself shirtless almost everyday, but a prominent outline of his hard dick is seen on this jersey pants in every picture.
my ninja sho❤️: Im sooo horny baby🙁 i wanna ruin you so bad 😘
you: shoyo… HAHAHAHAA just how hard are you 🤣🤣🤣
my ninja sho❤️: Just you wait, 1 more week and you won’t be able to walk after im done with you 🙃
you: 🤭🤭🤭🤭
Truth to be told, you was so close to touching yourself and relieving yourself, but you really wanted to see how long can you hold onto it. You busied yourself with studying, playing the new game you downloaded, eating lunch and having tea time with Yamaguchi in the cafe that you, Hinata, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima like to hang out in your free time. Yachi and Kageyama joined sometime too but Yachi has moved to Osaka for college and Kageyama was busy with travelling because of his volleyball career.
“So how are you coping without Shoyo?” Yamaguchi stop scrolling his phone, looked at you while sipping his frappe. “What do you mean?” You acted blur, you know what Yamaguchi was implying. But you didn’t want to remember anything of Hinata that will get you riled up.
“Oh come on, you two are the second horniest couple I have know. Well Tsukki and (tsukki’s gf name) being the first” he laughed since all of you had been friends since high school years.
“Not saying anything~~~~ don’t ask anymore before I tell your girlfriend you wanna get it” you smiled not hiding the intention of killing. “Jeez ok ok im kidding” he laughed while seeing his girlfriend of 4 years outside the cafe. You and Yamaguchi then meet her outside and walked home for a movie night.
Hinata had just landed into Japan, after getting into the van with the team he texted you to let you know that he will be home in 2 hours. You were eating dinner when your phone pinged, you replied him with a ‘Okie hurry up 😭’ you had missed him, 1 month without hugs from him was quite depressing for you, the house seems quiet without him singing loudly while showering.
You had brought a white crotchless underwear to surprise him, you quickly showered, change into an oversized white t-shirt and slip on the lewd panties. You turned on the tv while watching the 7pm show that you had been chasing since last week.
Time passed by quickly but you were getting sleepy, so you grab your blanket and wrap yourself on the couch snoozing off for a bit, thinking to have a 10 minutes nap before Hinata comes home. But your snooze was interrupted by Hinata’s loud “MY LITTLE BABY!!! YOUR FAVORITE ABS IS HOME!!!”
You jolted awake and rush to jump onto on Hinata, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Luckily your shirt was long to cover your ass because Hinata’s quick reflex supported them before you could fall. “I miss you so much baby” you whispered lightly while peppering kisses around his neck.
“I miss you so much too” he put you down on the floor and wrap his arms around your waist and kisses your forehead, nose and lips. After the small reunion, Hinata was in the shower and you were on the bed thinking about the steamy night that was about to happen. Just before Hinata went to shower he whispered “Prepare to be ruin by my cock tonight my little slut” this little cheeky tangerine, you thought as you clenched your pussy getting excited.
Hinata’s hands were running up and down your body as soon as he came out of the bathroom naked, “What? Im gonna fuck you anyway, why bother wearing clothes hehe” he chuckled when you glance at him in disbelief. He was kissing you slipping his tongue in to taste you while pulling off your t-shirt, he knew you didn’t wore any bra so he when straight at sucking your nipple while toying the other, his other hand going straight down south, wanting to feel how wet you are outside your panties but was caught by surprise when he touched skin.
“Do you like my surprise?” you said softly to his ear. He glanced up at you, “You are driving me crazy holyshit” he pushed you down onto your shared bed, brought both your legs up and spread your thighs wide to look at his surprise. “You are so fucking wet, you’re literally drenched” he move down collected some of your arousal and show it to you, “Sho, stop it. It’s embarrassing” you cover your face with both hand. Who knew not touching yourself and not cumming for 1 month made you this wet just by kissing your boyfriend.
“If you don’t move your hands away now, you won’t be getting any dick tonight” he said sternly. You were quick to remove your hand and he chuckled at how desperate you are. “You better not hold back your moans if you want to get fucked tonight you little slut” he turned your hip sideways, slip your panties off and slapped your ass, you moaned feeling yourself clenched again. “Do you hear me?” Hinata slapped your ass again when you didn’t answer, “Yes daddy” you whimpered, feeling extremely horny by how Hinata is treating you. Its really been awhile.
Hinata placed you back on your back and spread your legs again, hands holding onto the back of your thighs and diving into your drenched pussy, “Oh fuck daddy it feels so good” you clench your fist onto the bedsheets, back arching. You had been eating pineapple for the past 3weeks in prepare for today, “Why do you taste sweeter than usual baby? Did you had pineapple or what?” He lifted his head up to look at you, man the sight of him wet chin, wet lips full of your juice. You just nodded and clenched your pussy feeling the lost of touch, Hinata look down and the sight of your cunt clenched while juices dripping down made him want to just take you right here right now, but he steadied himself and dive back down to your pussy slipping his tongue into your tight pussy, tasting everything you have to offer.
Not even a minute had pass but you were writhing under Hinata, “Im gonna cum daddy” you whimpered, arching your back and grinding your hips into Hinata’s face desperate for the first orgasm after a month. You almost screamed when Hinata lift his face off your wet aching pussy, “Tonight you are gonna cum on my cock and only my cock” you whimpered a small yes daddy, panicking a little. When Hinata is serious he won’t hesitate to deny you orgasm and you wouldn’t want that.
“Now come and suck daddy off before I fuck your brains out” he lay next to you and you didn’t hesitate to take his already hard cock around your hand slipping the head to your parted lips, Hinata glances sideways to see you still dripping from your pussy, he tapped your ass and you turn back to look at him, lips still on his cock. “Sit on my face” knowing he loves 69 you quickly lift one of your legs and drape it over his head. Shifting your drenched slick infront of his face you move your mouth down to take Hinata’s warm cock into your mouth, “Oh fuck, your mouth feel so good” at this point Hinata wants to see how long he and you could stand denying orgasms before snapping.
You were a hot mess above Hinata, he had denied your orgasm 5 times while you had denied him 3 because you took slower stroke to work him up. Your pussy is literally drenched and sticky, you really couldn’t take it anymore its starting to hurt and you really need to cum, “Daddy please fuck me I need your cock” you turned behind and look at him. “My favorite” he lift himself up and you got on all fours facing the headboard, back arched with your cheeks squish onto the pillow. “Please daddy i am so wet for you, I had been a good girl, I want your cock please”
Hinata thinking he too couldn’t hold it back anymore line up his cock up your pussy lips rubbing up and down to tease you for a bit, he chuckled when you whimpered another please daddy and slip in all the way. You were so tight despite how wet you was prior to the foreplay and its driving Hinata crazy by how warm and wet you felt. “Holyshit baby you are so tight and warm”
You couldn’t think straight, all you could think was if Hinata were to move a few times you will cum soon. He slowly slip out dragging his thick cock veins around your walls and then slamming it back, “Fuck daddy im gonna cum” he continue to slam his cock into your pussy and then pull out completely and look down at your pussy, you were literally sobbing by now you clenched onto nothing and grind your hips wanting Hinata to just fuck your brains out.
You subconsciously slip your finger between your legs to relieve some tension on your pussy but Hinata hold your fingers by your folds, using his hand he guide it and circle it on your hole, you whimpered at how drenched you were, “Look at you wet and horny for me, since you’re being such a good girl daddy won’t hold back anymore okay” He line his rock hard cock back on your pussy and slip in, “I want you to cum hard on my cock okay” he leaned down and you nodded, preparing for his brutal thrust. At his 5th thrust your pussy had clamp down his cock and had you squirting all over your leg, you didn’t had the chance to tell him you were coming, Hinata had to pull out and watch you squirt all over the bedsheet and thinking how fucking hot you were currently.
“Look at you, so desperate to cum that you squirted all over our bed. What a little slut” he was gripping your ass and had continued his fucking your brains out. Your pussy is clenching onto him for the 4th time cumming hard on his dick and he had emptied 3 load of cum into your womb by then, holding you down while shooting his load into you. He weren’t kidding when he say he wanted to breed you.
Your lower half was sore by midnight, Hinata was now lying down with you on top of him grinding and whimpering at how hard he still is, both of your cum making your lower body full of white stains. “Sho- I-I can’t-t im gonna cum again” you grind harder onto his cock while throwing your head back, “Me too baby” he thrust up and hold your hips making you fall to his chest taking in the loud skin slapping and wet squelching sound you both produced, “Shoyo omg please please please harder im so close” he feel your walls clenching hard on him again and you cum hard onto his cock again for the nth time tonight while he shoot his almost nonexistent cum into you again, he really unloaded everything with nothing left. Soft moans filled the room as you lift yourself off his finally limped dick and plopped yourself beside him catching your breath.
“Stay here while i prepare the bath for you okay” you gave him a tired smile and close your eyes for a bit still feeling your body hot from the activity. Hinata came back and gave you a kiss on your sweaty forehead and carried you bridal style to the bathtub filled with warm water with your favorite bath bomb scent.
(EXTRAS)
Hinata was at the MSBY locker room the next afternoon for their short meeting/training regarding an upcoming match. He was shirtless was trying to put on his training jersey when Atsumu gasped, “HOLYSHIT SHOYO WHAT HAPPEN TO YOUR BACK?” All he could do was smile sheepishly and said “My little cat scratch me”
You weren’t spare either, you had to call Yamaguchi telling him you were sick the next morning because of how sore you were and you were literally limping even going to the bathroom. And had to cover the hickeys around your neck before going to school.
(A/N:It’s literally almost 4am here and Im also drenched after writing this fic, I HOPE YOU ENJOY 😭😭😭 reblog and comments welcomed ❤️)
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interstellarflowers · 3 years
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Professor Parker Ch. 1| Professor, Peter Parker x Student, Reader
a/n this fic doesn’t follow the marvel cinematic universe but assume that peter has been what he’s been through with the exception that tony lived, and bruce is still bruce, sorry but i just can't deal with endgame hulk/bruce rn emotionally or mentally. im sorry nat is still dead but dw i'll actually treat it with respect unlike endgame like goddamn where was her funeral, am i right? the stages of grief thing they did was interesting though. im sorry i digress, this is set in nyc (because heyo im a new yorka) and the avengers/stark tower is still a thing, peter is fucking traumatized and has turned kind of cold as a result. this fic may contain a smut chapter in the future? not sure yet, where this fic goes depends on the feedback, thanks for reading also sorry im not the proudest of this first chapter so ill probably edit it but promise itll only improve from here just not in the best mental state rn
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University life wasn’t exactly everything that you imagined it to be. There was hardly time to do anything that people claimed was good about coming to university. The parties, the epic heartbreaks, and romances, they were just nowhere to be seen. In fact, there was nothing particularly extravagant about your experience thus far. You went to class, studied, and went to your internship. Your internship was probably the most exciting thing about your life at the moment, you were lucky to be accepted into the Stark Industries student internship, the company paid college tuition and only required around twenty hours of lab work a week, you couldn’t complain. Of course, the exciting part of the whole ordeal was the name attached to it, “Stark,” not that you had ever met him, but it was nice to have a unique feature like that in such an impressive student body.
So here you were on the first day of your third year of university. You lived off-campus, about a five-minute walk from the Stark Tower, but a twenty-minute subway ride to your campus. However, having an 882 square foot space to yourself was really nothing you could truly complain about despite the distance. The studio apartment being yet another benefit reaped from Stark Industries. Thank you Tony Stark, the unseen benevolent God in your life.
Typically you would start your mornings off quietly and in no rush, a shower, a cup of coffee, maybe some studying before heading off to your campus, but your phone had other plans for you today. Instead of your alarm going off like it was supposed to, you were woken up by the sound of a particularly loud car horn, and oh how grateful you were for that. As soon as you were jolted awake you shifted to grab your phone and turned it over to see an alarming 8:40am glaring back at you.
Holy shit. You were late.
You scrambled out of bed nearly face planting several times in your hurry to get dressed and only barely ran out the door with everything you needed at 8:47am.
By the time you managed to get to the subway and clamor onto the right train it was already 8:55am. Out of breath and panicking, you considered your options. You could explain after class, you could shoot an email, there were a plethora of things you could do but none of them seemed to justify being late as a third-year to a level 500 class. You had googled all of your professors while registering for classes as was common practice. You couldn’t find a RateMyProfessor on Professor...Parker? You were pretty sure it was Professor Parker, but you do remember seeing on the STEM department page that he was currently a Ph.D. student, so you could only hope that as a fellow student he would be at least a little understanding towards your lateness.
You stood outside of the lecture hall huffing and trying to catch your breath at 9:32am, psyching yourself up, you pushed open the door to the class and attempted to go unnoticed. The class was in a lecture hall despite being only composed of around thirty students, so if you were lucky maybe nobody would even see-
“Ms.(y/l/n), I presume?.” Shit.
“Professor Parker?” Shit.
“You are aware that class starts at 9am, and not 9:30am, would this be correct Ms.(y/l/n)?”
“Yes, Professor, it’s just that I had an emergency.” The lying route. Not exactly the highlight of your academic career.
“I regret to inform you that I only take valid excuses Ms.(y/l/n), please take a seat, and next time, don’t bother disrupting class halfway through the lesson.” Fuck. You mustered a quiet “ok,” and a small nod before escorting yourself to the back of the room, thirty-something eyes following you until you sat down.
You couldn’t focus for the rest of the class, it was just too embarrassing, time moved forward but you couldn’t help but be stuck on what had just happened. For the first ten minutes after sitting down you felt like dropping out of the whole class out of sheer fucking humiliation. This was of course before you reminded yourself that this class was a requirement to graduate in your field of study. You quietly bargained with yourself before sighing quietly and settling on the conclusion that Professor Parker was just a dick. A dick who certainly didn’t deserve the satisfaction of you switching out of his class. If he wanted to be like that, you decided, you would simply return the favor.
“I know, Ms.(y/ln), why don’t you tell us DeBroglie’s equation?”
“With pleasure, Professor Parker.” Yeah, you’d return the favor alright.
“Ms.(y/l/n), you stay.” Fuck that. You looked the other way and feigned ignorance as you kept making your way towards the door. About to leave, the door shut on your face.
“What the fuck!” You jumped before turning around and you felt your face heat up.
“Ms.(y/l/n), please refrain from using profanities in my classroom.”
“I’m sorry Professor Parker. I was just startled.”
“Mhm,” he took his glasses off and laid them on his desk, “Just don’t do it in the future Ms.(y/l/n).”
“Of course. My name is (y/n), by the way, Professor Parker, you can just call me that, actually, I prefer that people refer to me by (y/n).”
“Rest assured, I’m aware of your name, Ms.(y/l/n). My name is Peter, but you can continue to call me Professor Parker.” You could have sworn that you saw a ghost of a smirk on his lips. He knew what he was fucking doing, asshole. You held back from rolling your eyes into the back of your head.
“Of course, Professor Parker.”
“As you know, Ms.(y/l/n), I did request that you stay after class.”
“Oh? I sincerely apologize Professor Parker, I really didn’t hear you.”
“I’m sure, Ms.(y/l/n).” Fucking. Dick.
“Well, what exactly did you want Professor Parker? I do have another class soon.” Professor Parker narrowed his eyes at you in obvious distaste before reaching behind himself into a bin underneath his desk and pulling out a stack of papers,
“These are the handouts you missed from the beginning of the class. Textbook requirements, syllabus...Crucial information to have if you care to succeed in my class Ms.(y/l/n).” So coldly, so maliciously, Professor Parker placed the stack into your arms.
“I take my work very seriously, Ms.(y/l/n), I do my part as your professor so I only have the simple request that my students do the same.” You nodded feeling your face heat up again.
“Of course, Professor Parker, it won’t happen again,” you said with a tightlipped smile.
“Mhm,” Professor Parker turned around and began shuffling around some paper and without giving you a second glance said, “You are dismissed.” You nodded and hurriedly made your way out of his classroom. Of course, you had lied. You didn’t have another class until late in the afternoon. So you called your coworker instead,
“Hey, Harvey.”
“(y/n).”
“Wow, okay, don’t get too excited.”
“Sorry, just woke up.”
“Tsk, the early bird gets the worm, Harvey.”
“I don’t want a worm.”
“Fuck you. I’m headed to the lab, can I expect you?”
“Yeah, yeah.” You had been working with Harvey for around four years now, he was quite the impressive specimen, having attended MIT and graduating Summa Cum Laude at age 20 was no easy feat, he was closer to Tony Stark than you would ever get, he was quite personable, and you couldn’t deny that he was quite good looking. You’d never tell him that though, he didn’t need another ego boost. Besides, you had some connections of your own.
“Hey, (y/n).”
“Banner!”
“Can we expect Harvey today?”
“Honestly, not sure.” You both knowingly smiled at each other before you made your way over to what he was working on,
“Do you ever get bored here?”
“With you and the other idiot always running around? How could I?” You laughed,
“No, seriously, like wouldn’t you rather be doing nerd shit with Tony or something? Isn’t it a little tiresome babysitting us?”
“Tiring? Maybe sometimes, but not nearly as tiring as doing ‘nerd shit’ with Tony. He’s exhausting,” Bruce smiled at his own joke, “I don’t mind playing babysitter at all kid.” He fiddled with the handle of a mug that read, “Don’t be so Na Cl,” which you had gotten him a year back as a joke, but he still used it.
You really loved Bruce for all he was. Since losing your family back in 2012 during the battle in NYC, you didn’t really have any familial figures. But since landing this internship you found yourself with a parental figure again, and you would never be able to put into words how much it meant to you, so you didn’t. Besides, you didn’t want him to feel pressured about it, especially after everything he had been through himself. Frying half your body and losing the love of your life in such a short span of time was really nothing less than horrifying. Yet, here he was, smiling, laughing...You loved him for it.
“First day of junior year? How was that?”
“Shit.”
“Huh?” Bruce stopped tinkering with the device in his hands and looked over at you, “I’ve never heard of a course being too hard for (y/n) (y/l/n), what is it? Aerospace? Quantum?”
“No, just one giant dick.”
“Pardon-”
“My professor, he’s a fucking asshole.”
“Ah, I see. If he’s really harassing you (y/n), I don’t mean to overstep, I really think we should alert administration, what’s his name?” Bruce took a sip of his coffee.
“Professor Parker,” Bruce choked on his coffee, “Oh my God, Bruce, are you okay?”
“Yeah-” he said, still coughing, “Just a little too strong.”
“Okay, are you sure?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Bruce caught his breath, “What did he do kid?”
“He’s just a dick that’s all.”
“You sure you don’t want me to do something about it?”
“Yeah, it’s fine, I don’t know what you could do anyways. Thank you though.”
“Actually, you’d be surprised.”
Sitting at your desk stressing over school work at 3am, it was nothing out of the ordinary for you. Everything appeared ordinary. The ordinary cup of tea, the familiar glow of your computer, and a morning chill creeping through your window. It was all so breathtakingly normal until there was a rap on your window. You took an earbud out of your ear, certain you were just hearing things, you looked to your window. Holy shit.
You opened your window wide so that he could crawl in.
“(y/n)?”
“Mr.Spiderman.” Still too in shock to fully process the situation you started to take in the scene in front of you,
“Please, it’s just Spiderman.”
“Oh-Oh my God, what happened?” Head to toe the suit seemed to have blood seeping through, tears in the body of the suit revealed gashes and a bullet wound.
“Bad guys. I know this guy-said he knew a medical student close by, you are (y/n)? Right?”
“Y-Yeah, but I’m really just a student, I’m not really a prof-”
“This guy, he said you might as well be.”
“I don’t know Mr.Spiderman, really, maybe I could take you to the hospital though.”
“-Spiderman, it’s just Spiderman, listen, (y/n), you know I can’t go to a hospital, it would ruin this whole secret identity thing I got going on here, and this guy, he’s probably the smartest guy I know, so if he says you can handle it, you can.” You swallowed and nodded,
“Yeah-” you wring your hands together, “Yeah-Sorry, let me go get my first aid kit.”
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[sic] junho’s genuine reaction 2 seo yerim’s latest news
...jk junho’s more composed than that 🗿 he’s a newer addition to the academy ( since it’s set in dec 30, he’s probably been in the academy for........ like a bit longer than a month now?? so to avoid writin a gary stu im gna admit he’s obviously scared n not prepared, but it won’t stop him from pretending he’s not!! if i have to sum up junho’s Wild(TM) thots rn, it’d be yes, this is what im here 2 do n i m rdy to dedicate my life 2 the academy if needs be, but then there’s also that single sweat dropping from his left temple + that v Thick swallow hfsjkd anw i present 2 u, drumroll pls...
JUNHO’S NOT-SO-SECRET RECIPE TO HEROISM ( pictures included )
1 TBS OF TREPIDATION ( 0645 ), upon hearing the news, im p sure my man junho is gna b Tense as Fuck... he’s probably thinking of home and feeling Really regretful he p much abandoned his family... i totally see him going to a quiet corner to try and get in contact w his parents who strangely don’t pick up bc his sadistic mun said so,, anw id love a thread of someone walking into him tryna call his mom and his uneasy reaction when no one’s picking up?? i imagine he’d frustratedly bang a wall or smth w the side of his fist which will b the most negative reaction u’ll see from a man like him, who’s alw so Polite... insert ur muse’s reaction + his apology and awkwardness when he sight of catches u
1 TS OF GUNG-HO ( 0700 ), junho’s that kid who’s gonna walk up to the teaching staff to offer his help... idk what’s gna happen but i assume he’s gonna end up volunteering for something like helping move weapons or other errands like carrying [redacted] around ( yes i know this needs a lot of work ) 🤪 this can go one of two ways: a) he gets awkwardly rejected n ur muse spots all of this OR b) yall end up helping the teacher’s tgt and speak of the current situation where junho tries to remain calm abt all of this in an acceptance ( note: not denial coughbitnacough ) kinda way
2 CUPS OF WARRIOR’S BREAKFAST ( 0720 ), u might b thinking... how can my man eat at a time like this... his parents are not picking up his phone call,, they’re probably all gonna die by midnight tonite,,, anw catch him w a massive plate of food @ the cafeteria!! will ur muse ask him how he's managing to hold it tgt so well?? idk this can hold room for a light thread amidst the crazy news or even a hart 2 hart xo
1½ TBS OF TRAINING ( 0740 ), ofc he’s not junho if he’s not training, whether it be sparring or going for a run / swim!! my man is also Weirdly Competitive so watch this turn into a competition ( e.g. yall didn’t even come to the field tgt but ur running and a random junho overtakes u and this suddenly becomes an unspoken competition... or vice versa,, also this can be sparring too then it’d be an Obvious competition huhu )
aight yall know what 2 do ( hit that like button u know u want 2 xo ) p.s. these are rough guides but if u vibe w none of these plots / want a more personalised thread, we can definitely brainstorm!! i don’t have a lot of plots on junho so there’s a lot of room for new connections n meet-cutes for him ( yes... even in this precarious time... ) ♡ and yes script threads hmu hmm...
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word count: 3.8k+
warnings: mentions of weed, swear words, mention of injury, food & the slightest bit of sex talk
a/n: hey twt moots ;)) anyways, this is inspired by this post! i hope u all enjoy <3
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It was about 11 pm, and I had just finished taking an unnecessarily large amount of notes for chemistry class. With a sore, shaky hand and a vision that was starting to go blurry, I had finally finished ten pages. Who knew that there was so much information about 5 organic compounds?
I yawned in my seat, stretching my arms out and removing my glasses. I was more than thankful that I can call it a night, and walked towards my bathroom to get ready for bed, which took a good 30 minutes. It usually doesn’t take me that long, but fuck, I was exhausted this whole day. After all my skincare was completed, I walked back to my bedroom and hopped into my bed, prepared for a well deserved rest. After slouching for a good three and a half hours, comforter and pillows had never felt so good against my body. 
Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard a loud ding! from my phone and I opened my heavy eyes, which immediately annoyed me. I ignored the first one and tried to go back to sleep, but one ding turned into six and I couldn’t take it anymore. I angrily ripped the covers off my body, sitting up right after reaching for my phone on the nightstand beside my bed.
6 New Text Messages from: calum hood
hey wyd rn
can you do me a favour
i need your help
im at this party right now and i’m about to get high as fuck but i forgot about our homework for tomorrow and i was wondering if you could do them for me
you don’t even need to make them look pretty like how you do it just take down the important shit
please
“What the fuck?” I whsipered to myself as I looked at my phone. “Who does this bitch think he is?”
to: calum hood
are you fucking serious right now
from: calum hood
please i’m really sorry LOL i completely forgot about it
i know your smarty pants finished it the second you got home please
i’ll literally buy you starbucks tomorrow morning
As much as I hated to admit it, his last text message kind of convinced me. I was a sucker for coffee, and could really stop spending money on it every morning. But was I really about to lose some more sleep just to do the party boy’s notes? I barely know this kid anyways. How’d this guy even get into college? 
to: calum hood
is it gonna be a venti
from: calum hood:
if that’s what you want, sure
I knew I was going to regret this decision, but I threw on my glasses and put my hair up once again, walking towards my desk. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I sighed out, opening my laptop and gathering my supplies together. I unlocked my phone, seeing that the time was 12 am. Am I doing this for coffee or am I doing this because he’s attractive and I couldn’t really say no to him? I groaned and leaned my head on my desk, texting him back.
to: calum hood
i hate you so much
get me a venti iced white mocha no whip and an extra espresso shot
actually no make that two extra espresso shots cause bc of your dumbass im staying up 
from: calum hood
i gotchu angel
thank you so much, see you tomorrow :)
“Fuck off with the petname and the smiley face,” I angrily cursed at my phone, picking up my pencil and beginning to write another ten pages of notes. 
“I hate this bitch,” I said, throwing my pencil onto my desk and slamming my laptop shut. The time was now 3:45 am and tired was an understatement for me. I crawled into bed, falling asleep almost immediatly, hoping that these 5 hours of sleep will give me enough energy to get through class tomorrow.
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“You have got to be fucking joking me,” I mumbled, reaching over for my phone to turn off the alarm. I was definitely not a morning person, and the fact that I didn’t get at least 7 hours of sleep meant that I was not going to be in a good mood today.
I slowly crawled out of bed and began trudging towards my bathroom, seeing I had gotten a text meesage from the man himself. I rolled my eyes seeing his name pop up, opening the conversation between him and I.
from: calum hood
goodmorning!
to: calum hood
fuck off
I set my phone aside, getting ready for bed in the slowest way possible. I honestly could care less about what I looked like today, so I decided on a hoodie and sweatpants. I went back into my room and packed my bag with everything I needed, including Calum’s stupid study notes. I threw it over my shoulder, putting on my shoes and walking out the front door, into my car. Thankfully my college was not too far from my apartment, so it didn’t matter if I was running a couple of minutes late.
Parking my car and walking towards class, more and more annoyance filled my body, hoping that nobody would say a word to me, or even better, look in my direction. As I walked into the classroom, I walked towards the empty seats in the very back, choosing the one closest to the wall. I got settled into my seat, leaning the side of my head against the wall, hoping that I’d get the tiniest bit of extra rest.
“The last text message you sent to me wasn’t very nice.” I heard a voice beside me say. I opened my eyes and looked up, seeing the stupid Calum Hood. He was holding two cups of coffee - one for me, and one for him I’m assuming - and was wearing a maroon hoodie, which he actually looked really good in.
“I don’t think you deserve to have a nice goodmorning text, because you are the reason I’m in a pissy mood today, thank you very much.” I responded, taking my coffee from his hand and placing it on my desk. I reached into my bag and took the study notes I wrote for him, slapping it onto the desk beside me.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered as our professor began to speak up, indicating that class had begun. “What can I do in order for you not to be mad at me?” I turned to look at him. He had the biggest pouty face I had ever seen, which was absolutely adorable. But I’d never tell him that.
“Just shut up.” I sighed, turning back towards the board, opening my notebook and beginning to take notes. 
Not even ten minutes later, a green sticky note caught my eye as I was writing. My eyes gazed towards the sticky note, scoffing at what was written on it.
Pls forgive me :(
I turned towards Calum, who was currently well focused on the board in front of us. I lightly chuckled, knowing he was more than pretending to actually pay attention in this class.
I thought I told you to shut up, I wrote underneath his writing and stuck it back onto his desk, and continued from where I left off. I got maybe 5 words in before I saw the neon green appear back onto my desk. I can’t shut up if I’m not talking.
I rolled my eyes before crumbling the paper in my hand, looking at Calum once again. “You’re distracting me. What do you want?” I asked him, the brunette boy turning his head to me once again. 
“For you not to be mad at me.” He responded. “What can I do for you to at least smile at me? Besides telling me to shut up.” 
I stared at him with the bitchiest face I could put on, then rolled my eyes and began to take down more notes in my book. First, he makes me write ten pages for him and now he’s distracting me in class. Can he leave me alone for at least five minutes? 
“And now you’re not gonna talk to me. Fine, be that way.” He grunted. The two of went back to what to we were doing for the remainder of class.
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“That’s all for today folks, I hope you have a good rest of your day and don’t forget to read pages thirty to thirty-five and finish questions one to twenty-seven.” Our professor said to all of the class, which resulted in me grabbing my bag and standing up immediately, wanting nothing more than to just get the fuck out of this place.
Please don’t talk to me please don’t talk to me please don’t talk to me-
“Hey wait,” Calum said and grabbed my hand. 
Fuck
“Yes?” I asked him, turning my body towards him as he let go of my hand. 
“What’re you doing the rest of the day?” 
“Nothing, why..?”
I saw that Calum had the cheekiest grin on his face after I gave him my answer. “As an apology for making you write down my notes, thank you very much by the way, along with making you angry this whole morning, how about we go get breakfast on me, and we can do our homework together, except I will do all the work, and you just copy my answers? How does that sound?”
I thought about it. One part of me just wanted to flip him off, go back home and get the sleep I missed out on last night. The other part of me was actually kind of down for that idea. Free food, free homework answers and I get to hang out with pretty boy? I wasn’t really losing anything here, huh? 
“I mean, I would say yes, but I took my car here and also I’m dressed terribly right now, the last thing I need is for more people to see me looking like this..” I trailed off, looking down at my current outfit and laughing lightly. “Babe, you don’t even look bad whatsoever right now. However, if you insist, you can go home and change and I can come get you when you’re ready. Is that a plan?” He asked in response. First angel, now babe? What is this guy doing?
“I mean.. I could do that...but-” “Pleeaaasee?” Calum cut me off, pressing his hands together, acting as if he was praying. 
“Ugh, fine, I’ll go with you! I’ll go home and get ready, and I’ll text you when I’m done.” I responded as the both of us walked out of the classroom, towards the parking lot. 
“Pinky promise you won’t cancel on me last minute?” Calum asked, extending his arm and putting his pinky in front of me as we reached my car. I hadn’t even noticed that he walked me to my car, which honestly made my heart flutter when I realized. 
“Are you kidding me?” I laughed lightly, taking my pinky and sticking it out with his, interlocking it. “Pinky promises mean everything, sweetheart. I’ll see you later.” He responded, winking at me then walking away. Getting into my car, I hit my steering wheel, squealing while I repeatedly hit my head against my wheel. “Fuckin’ angel, babe and sweetheart?! What’s next?” I asked myself, driving back to my place to get ready for this little study.. session? Hang out? Date? 
I never noticed how nervous I was to hang out with Calum until four different outfits were placed on my bed, with no ability to choose which one looked best. “Fuck, these are all terrible.” I groaned, flopping onto my bed and closing my eyes. I was interrupted by my phone ringing, seeing that Calum was calling.
“I know you pinky promised that you wouldn’t cancel on me, but angel what is taking so long?” He asked, laughing into his question. “I’m so sorry,” I groaned, getting back up and looking at the outfits I planned on my bed. “I’m having a little wardrobe crisis. I have zero idea what to wear.”
“You could’ve showed up in the hoodie and sweatpants and I’d still find you gorgeous,” He responded, making my heart flutter for what felt like the hundreth time today. This man throws small compliments left and right and it’s kind of driving me crazy. “But lemme see what you got planned out. I’ll make it easier for you.” I responded with an okay, quickly snapping a photo of the clothes that were currently on my bed. 
“Okay first off, none of these are bad at all. I think you could’ve chose any of these and rocked all of ‘em. Second, little shirt big pants is always the way to go. I say the second one.” He told me, choosing a white long sleeved shirt and the baggiest light wash jeans I had in my closet. It might’ve been basic, but Calum was right - you really can’t go wrong with a little shirt big pants combination. 
“Okay, thank you.” I sighed in relief, taking the clothes into my hands and walking into the washroom to change. “You can come now, I’ll text you my address. I’ll probably be done by the time you get here.” 
“Now was that so hard?” He asked in response, causing the both of us to laugh. “I’ll see you in a bit. Bye bye!” 
“Bye Calum, see you later.” And with that the call ended. I quickly changed into my clothes, put my laptop in my bag - along with everything else I needed - and slipped my shoes on. Once I finished doing so, I heard a loud honk outside, indicating that he was outside. 
Walking out of my house I saw Calum exiting his seat, walking over to the other side and opening the door for me. “Wow, what a gentleman.” I laughed as he closed my door and got into the drivers’ side once again. “You look great.” He told me, his eyes focused on my outfit. “All thanks to you.” I said nervously, as he started the car. “Where are we going again?” I asked him. 
“You can never go wrong with IHOP,”  He said proudly, with a wide grin on his face. “How’d you know I loved going there?” I asked him, gaining a chuckle from him in response. “Not sure if you knew this, but I’m a mindreader.” He joked, causing me to roll my eyes and laugh in response. 
Arriving at the place and ordering our food, Calum and I began to have a little conversation. It started off with an are you still mad at me? which resulted into talks about other classes, finals and parties. 
“You’re telling me you’ve never been to a party?” He asked in shock, me shaking my head as I took a sip of the water that was given to me. “Are you kidding me? We’ve been in college for what, two years, and you’ve never been to one?!”
“Yeah, in case you didn’t notice, I go to school to learn and not to party. I don’t ask people to take ten pages of notes for me so I could blaze up, unlike somebody I know,” I responded, Calum looking at me in disbelief. “I cannot believe you just called me out like that. I said I was sorry!” 
“Yeah yeah, I know. You’re making up for it with free food and free homework answers, so I decided to get over it.” I responded, laughing. “Also, when are we gonna start doing the questions?” I asked as the waiter came with both of our plates of food, thanking them as we began to eat. 
“I mean, we could go back to my place and work on it, if that’s alright with you.” Calum said, his mouth full of pancakes. “Is that your way of trying to get in my pants?” I asked jokingly. 
“You’re a fiesty one aren’t you?” He asked, with a simple nod from me in response. “Well to answer your question, no that is not my way of doing such a thing, I’d be much more smooth about it.” 
“Oh, so you think you’re slick or something?” “Nah babe, I know I’m slick.” There’s the cocky party boy that I was much more familiar with. I rolled my eyes in response.
“I’m gonna ignore what you just said.. Anyways, I am fine with working on it at your place.” I told him, getting a nod in response. Throughout the whole breakfast, we got to know each other quite well. I learned that he played soccer in highschool, but due to a torn ACL he had to quit. But because of that, he got into music and started playing the guitar. I told him that if there’s enough free time when we finished, he should play me something. He happily agreed to it, saying that I will fall in love with him after I hear his singing. I just roll my eyes at his cocky compliments about himself. 
I also got to hear his totally wild college parties that he goes to, telling me about this one time one of his friends’ houses got shut down due to the various noise complaints from neighbours down the block. “you should come join me in one”, He offers, with a “fuck no” in response from me. 
“C’mon, they’re not that bad. They’re actually really fun, and everybody’s always so nice.” 
“I literally can’t tell you the last time I got high, and the last time I got drunk it was not pretty, I’m retired from that shit.” I said, as he paid for our food and began walking back to his car.
“Oh, so you used to be rowdy?” He asked, the two of us laughing in unison. “High school me was a different story, we don’t talk about that.” I responded. “The things I would do to see that side of you. You gotta go to at least one before you get outta this place. They take a lot of stress off your shoulders for the night.” He told me as we walked towards the front door to his place, which made me laugh at the fact that he tried to make parties seem like a really good thing. A simple Maybe, was all I responded with as we got settled into his apartment, which was fairly clean to my surprise. 
We were currently sitting across each other at his dining table, the both of us reading over the textbook and him answering the questions after every section. He worked effeciently, which also took me by surprise. I underestimated this guy a lot, didn’t I?
A good two hours later, Calum had finished all the questions for homework and I had finished copying them down, thanking him for doing such a thing.
“It’s no problem. I had no idea that the notes were ten fucking pages long, you deserve a break after that- wait, you wear glasses?” He asked me, analyzing them.
“Yeah, only at home though. I don’t really like how they look on me,” I replied, taking them off and rubbing my eyes. He took them in his hands and put them back on me, smiling. “They look really cute on you, I like them.” He said, causing me to blush. “What’re you so flirty for?” I asked. Keep these compliments up and I might just fall in love with you before you even sing, I thought to myself.
“Well, with somebody as pretty as you, I gotta slip in a flirty remark every chance I get, eh?” He smirked, taking my hand, and taking the both of upstairs. “Don’t take this the wrong way, my guitars in my room.” He reassured me as we walked inside his room. He took the guitar from the side of his room, and sat on the edge of his bed, gesturing me to sit down next to him.
“Ready to fall in love with me?”
“Try me, Hood.” 
He chuckled, playing the intro to Sam Smith’s Leave Your Lover. “Holy shit, I love this song,” I whispered, watching his hands strum the guitar.
He began to sing, immediately amazed by his voice. It was so soft and raspy, I literally could listen to it all day. I closed my eyes, leaning my head on his shoulder. He laughed softly when he noticed, continuing on with the song. 
He finished playing the outro, which caused me to open my eyes and look up at him. “So, how was that?” 
“It was beautiful, your voice is so pretty.” I responded, smiling at him. “You should drop outta this whole college thing and just become famous.”
“Oh man I wish, but I think it’s too late for that.” He told me, now leaning on my shoulder, which made me want to scream and kiss him. “Did you fall in love with me yet?”
I patted his cheek with my hand lightly. “Not yet Cal, not yet. Stil kinda angry about that whole ten pages of notes thing.” 
“You’re never gonna let that go, are you?”
“Nah.”
He laughed, then took my hand and intertwined it with his, rubbing circles on it with his thumb. “What if I told you I’d be down to do this again, minus the whole ‘let me do this for you today as an apology’ thing?” He questioned, lifting his head from my shoulder and looking at me.
“What do you mean, ‘this again’?”
“I mean picking you up with a coffee before class, bothering you the whole time, getting breakfast with you afterwards, studying together, and then playing a song for you once we get too lazy to finish our assignments.” He replied with a soft smile that made my heart warm and my cheeks red.
“And what if I told you that I’d be down to do those things aswell?” 
“Well then my love, I will pick you up on Wednesday at 8:15 with a venti iced white mocha with only one extra shot of espresso, because I won’t keep you up to write more notes. After class, I’ll take us to any place you wanna go. Denny’s? IHOP? Waffle House? You name it. Then, we can go back to my place, study our asses off and then I can play you as many songs as you’d like. How does that sound?” He offered, the biggest smile appearing on my face.
“That sounds perfect.”
“Now if we’re going to be doing this... does this mean I can finally take you to a damn party?”
“Fuck off, Hood.”
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alpacaparkaseok · 3 years
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Genre: Min Yoongi x oc
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At this point, I’m seriously considering commissioning my own fanart.
It all started the next morning at our first press release. Somebody had the bright idea to show me some fanart that’s been rolling in the past few weeks of a certain k-pop rapper and I. Not gonna lie...we look good together.
Too good.
Then again, everything about Min Yoongi has seemed pretty good since I woke up to a couple more texts from him this morning. I passed out after his late-night/early morning apology, but he sent another text not long after.
4:32 MYG: So does this mean I’m forgiven? Bong-cha made it sound like you enjoy holding grudges.
9:02 MYG: Morning. I hope everything goes well with you today...is it alright if I keep texting you?
9:02 MYG: Just so I can keep tabs on everything. I don’t want this to get too out of hand for you.
Obviously the poor man is just as worried about all of this as I am. I couldn’t help but give a sleepy chuckle when I woke up to his messages.
So far, I’ve done a wonderful job of ignoring how nice it felt to wake up to a good morning text.
I’ve also done a great job at keeping calm and breezing past any weird questions from the current press conference I’m in. That is, until a Korean reporter (I have a hunch they’re from Dispatch) pipes up not only with a question, but with visual aids!
“Cara, do you mind if I ask you a question? Would you like a translator?”
Reminding myself to be gracious and kind, I shake my head. “Go ahead. I should be alright without a translator, thank you.”
The reporter nods, shuffling forward until they pull a paper out of their file in hand. She gives me a sickly smile, passing the paper up to our security guard who does me the honor of bringing it right to my outstretched palm.
“This is one of the newest renderings, I was just wondering how you have been feeling about this entire situation?”
I already guessed what this was going to be about, but the picture in my hand confirms it.
It’s fanart.
To be honest, it’s very well done. It’s a watercolor, the artist placed us walking along a rainy sidewalk. Hand in hand, Yoongi’s gummy smile on full display while I look down at my toes.
Sebastian whistles beside me, clearly as in awe of the artwork as I am. Before me the reporter still wears her smile, waiting for a response. I pass the paper down the line, allowing Rhea to get a chance to admire the fanart.
Maybe it’s the boost of confidence I received upon reading Yoongi’s text this morning that has me grinning back at the reporter with a saccharine smile.
“Did you draw this? It’s very well done.”
Not everyone can understand Korean in this press conference, but the few that do start chuckling. The reporter blanches for a moment, smile faltering.
“N-no, but if you could answer the question-”
I’m sure I look very disappointed as I look down at her. She definitely works for dispatch; she practically reeks of it. Maybe that’s what gives me the boldness I need as I realize that I’m not even her direct target; Yoongi is.
Yoongi’s nice. I don’t think she is.
“Oh, everything is going fine. Honestly, I should get in touch with this artist. They’re very talented.”
The reporter’s eyebrows flick up, sensing a new method of attack. “Were you thinking of commissioning your own?”
“Honestly, I might consider it. Maybe it’ll make my aunts quit hounding me every Thanksgiving about my love life.”
With that, the paper is handed back to the security guard, but the reporter motions for him to keep it. Confused, he hands it back to me. I turn it over so I don’t get caught staring at it during the conference. That’s the last thing Yoongi or I need right now.
As the reporter takes her seat again, I can’t help but feel a little triumphant. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.
🌙
12:22 ME: I never said you were forgiven, did I?
As soon as we get out of the press conference we are ushered into a van which takes us to another interview. I figure that now is as good a time as any to text Yoongi back, seeing that this morning I woke up late and was too flustered to come up with a response.
“Who are you texting?” Sebastian asks. “Is it your friend that always calls you?”
I consider lying to him for a moment, but realize that it might actually be nice for him to know. He can keep me from being unrealistic when I start to fangirl.
He may also help me to keep that promise I silently made a while ago: to not go so easy on Yoongi. Right now, it’s proving harder than expected to dislike him.
“Nosy.”
Sebastian rolls his eyes. “You’re grinning at your phone like an idiot, that only happens when you get texts from me.”
“Ha! Right. It’s a secret...kind of. Don’t tell anyone.”
“I’ll try my best not to.”
Taking an unnecessarily big breath, I spill my secret that I’ve kept for approximately 12 hours.
“It’s Yoongi.” When there’s no immediate reaction from him, I backpedal. “Also known as Suga?”
Before Sebastian can respond the ping of my phone pulls my attention away.
12:26 MYG: Oh good, you responded. I was getting worried you were actually mad. So is it alright if I keep texting you? I don’t want to mess with your schedule.
“You’re smiling again.”
I look up to see an annoyed Sebastian Stan. He’s not very good at sharing attention, and it would appear that Yoongi is no exception.
“How strange, I didn’t realize.”
12:27 ME: That’s fine.
12:27 ME: But I am mad!!
12:28 MYG: Hahaha sure
“Cara, we’re here.” Sebastian says as he clambers out of the car. I follow after him, pocketing my phone.
There’s a few cameras outside waiting for us, but we’re able to make it inside the building without too much fuss. Once we make it into the room where we’re supposed to have one of our interviews, Sebastian pulls a paper out of his back pocket.
“What’s that?”
He smirks at me, unfolding the paper. It’s the fanart from earlier. I didn’t even realize that he’d pocketed it.
“Tell Suga I say hi, at least.” He poses with the papers just below his chin, giving the best puppy dog eyes he can muster up. It’s rather convincing, if I’m being honest.
“You weirdo,” I mumble as I snap a photo. I’m quick to send it off to Yoongi, captioning it.
12:37 ME: Sebastian says hello.
Our interviewer is just about to come into the room when I receive a response. Not having the self-restraint to put my phone away, I quickly take a look. Sebastian peers over my shoulder, curious as well.
12:40 MYG: Winter Soldier!!!
12:41 MYG: Hi. Did he draw that?
I cackle, quickly translating the message. Sebastian looks appalled. “I have better things to do than draw fanart!”
“Yeah, like write fanfiction, right?”
He grins at me. “Obviously.”
12:42 ME: No, but he says he’s writing fanfiction.
12:42 ME: We’re about to start an interview rn but I’ll tell him to send you his rough draft later. 😏
Interviews pass, and it isn’t until I’m finishing up dinner that my phone pings with another message from Yoongi. I nearly impale Sebastian with my fork as I lunge for my charging phone; he’d come into my hotel room to eat dinner with me.
“Watch it!” Sebastian grunts, shoveling food into his mouth at an alarming rate. We were promised lunch by Rhea earlier but it ended up just being a small snack as she was whisked away by a long-lost friend. The two of us managed to control our hunger for as long as possible, but Sebastian wasted no time calling up some food for us before we even got back to the hotel.
We barely beat the delivery boy here. He wasn’t all that surprised that we were American. Sebastian had tried out some very choppy Cantonese. What did end up surprising him was that he was delivering a meal to the Winter Soldier. I was able to sneak into my room undetected while the boy’s eyes were bugging out as Sebastian signed his hat.
“Sorry,” I mumble around my food.
9:12 MYG: I’m still waiting for the rough draft.
I translate the message to Sebastian, who cackles and promises to get started on it as soon as possible.
9:14 ME: Sorry, Sebastian said he’s still trying to write it. I’ll let you know when it’s ready!
9:15 MYG: That’s alright. I’ll be patient.
9:15 MYG: I saw a clip from your press conference today.
My stomach lurches as I realize what clip it was that he probably saw. Does he think I’m some crazy fangirl now? I mean, I might be. But he doesn’t need to know that.
9:18 ME: I didn’t get you in trouble, did I?
Sebastian notices my change in expression and shoots me a worried look. “Everything alright?” I shrug.
“Yeah...I just hope I didn’t get him in trouble with what I said at the press conference today. I think that reporter was trying to go against him somehow.”
“He’s a big boy. Did he say anything about it?”
I look back down at the messages even though I already know what he said. My stomach lurches again as I see the three little dots at the bottom of the screen.
“No, not really. He just said he saw a clip or something. He’s typing right now, though.”
9:20 MYG: I thought I was the worrier. No, you didn’t. How was the rest of your day?
“What’d he say?” Sebastian grabs our cartons of food, tossing them into the wastebasket.
“He’s just…”
“Are you blushing?!” My friend stares at me from across the room, eyes wide. “No way! You like him!”
“No! No I don’t!”
“Yes you do, don’t lie to me! You’re so into him!” Sebastians hurries back over grinning wide. “Wow, he must be a good texter.”
That really is helping my blush. “Nooo, he’s not. He’s just nice. That’s it. It’s just fun having someone nice to talk to, you know? He feels really bad about everything and - Sebastian quit it - and it’s just sweet of him to care. That’s it.”
Sebastian stops looking at me with his puppy dog eyes and leans back in his chair, a contemplative look overtaking his features. “I thought I was nice to talk to.”
I pause for a second, breath getting caught in my throat. “Y-you are. I didn’t mean it like that.”
He shakes his head, giving me an award-winning smile. “No, I know. Aren’t you going to respond?”
“Oh! Yeah!” I focus on my phone again. There’s an uneasy feeling rising in me at Sebastian’s comment, but I brush it off for now. He’s always been bad at sharing his friends. He’s the same with Anthony Mackey, I’ve seen it up close.
9:25 ME: True, I’ll let you worry. My day was good, just finished up dinner. How was yours?
“There, I-” I look up proudly only to find Sebastian’s chair empty and the door clicking shut. “...I did it.”
MYG: It was great. Got lots of work done.
MYG: Have you decided if you’re going to come to the festival or not? Also, Bong-cha says hi.
ME: Wow, she can’t even tell me herself. No respect. No, I honestly didn’t even think about it today...but I’m pretty sure we’re all going either way.
MYG: Haha she’s not happy with your comment.
MYG: She’s reading over my shoulder, I promise I’m not reading our conversation out loud. Is your director making you go?
I just miss the chance to respond as my phone lights up with an incoming call.
“Bong-cha, quit reading my conversations you little weirdo.”
“Hey, how’s it going with you? I’m great, thanks for asking.”
“Are you still in the room with everyone?”
“No, just left. You should see Yoongi right now, though.”
“Why?”
“He looks like a kid in a candy store every time he gets a text from you. It’s adorable.”
“Yah!”
My friend’s cackle soars through the phone, and I swat at the air as though I could somehow get her to stop.
“Please tell me you guys are coming to the festival.” Bong-cha’s sudden change in tone has me pausing, chewing on my lip.
“We are. Why?”
“Come stay with me!” Bong-cha shouts. I jump up, a grin already working its way onto my face. “It’ll be just like old times. And, I was looking at the schedule you sent me...there’s a couple of nights where you’re done relatively early. We could go do something fun!”
I sigh, rubbing my temples. My phone is buzzing with incoming texts, but I ignore them for now. “Yeah, that’ll be fun. I’m not sure if I can come stay with you-”
“C’mon,” Bong-cha whines. “I never get to see you anymore. We’ll make it work! Oh, I’ve gotta go, Tae brought Yeontan. But let me know!”
With that, Bong-cha cuts the line and leaves me on the other side caught between excitement at seeing my friend and dread at having to come face to face with Yoongi. Texting is one thing; but actually spending time with him?
“Just be his friend,” I mumble to myself. Settling down, I attack my food once more. The space where Sebastian sat before makes me furrow my brows.
What’s going on with him? I mean sure, we’re really good friends. But we still see each other constantly, why would he be so possessive?
It’s probably all just in my head. My phone light up with the texts I received a couple of minutes ago while I was still on the phone, and this time I physically cannot restrain the smile that comes through as I realize Yoongi is still texting me.
MYG: Really no pressure about the festival. I know Bong-cha really wants to see you, but please don’t feel like you have to come and hang out with us.
MYG: We’re not even that cool, anyways.
MYG: Are you just hanging out with Sebastian tonight??
I stare down at my phone for a moment, the smile being wiped from my face. Plopping down heavily on my bed, I close my eyes and power off my phone.
Yoongi is nice. So nice, apparently, that I can’t even tell now if he’s trying to get me to stay away. The fact is simple: he’s a nice man who has a reputation to uphold and is trying to keep everyone happy. That includes me.
He’s nice for texting me and trying to make sure I’m doing alright. Any decent human being would do that. But there’s also the fact that I’m new to this game in the spotlight and I know that I’m not going to be able to keep my feelings out of this.
I take a moment to breathe, forcing myself to push away the impending panic that sets in. This is no way to live, and I know that I’m only setting myself up for heartbreak when someday I don’t wake up to a good morning text from Yoongi.
It’s only been one day of communicating and I can already feel myself getting too attached.
Powering on my phone again, I flinch at the new texts.
9:17 MYG: Bong-cha just told me her evil plan. 😩 Did she tell you about it on the phone?
9:31 MYG: Sorry if you’re busy! Just text me back when you can. Let me know about your plans for the festival, too.
Even though I’m itching to text him back and waste away the rest of the night talking to him, there’s another more pressing matter I have to face. Quickly getting up and leaving my phone there in order to fight the temptation, I grab my room key and head a few rooms down. A quiet knock and a few seconds later and Sebastian is opening up his door.
He looks down at me warily, and I feel almost like we had a fight because of the way he’s looking at me. Emitting a loud sigh, he shakes it off and grins down at me in a way that makes me question if I even saw the previous expression at all.
“Hey,” I mumble out weakly. Moving past him into his room, he follows silently behind me.
“Hey…?”
Without another word I land face first onto his bed, the action pulling a laugh from him. Good. His laugh reminds me that this is real. This friendship is real, and Sebastian for all his annoying teasing, is a true friend.
Bong-cha is miles away and busy. She’s also biased. So Sebastian is the next best thing.
“I’m freaking out,” the pillow muffles my words but I know he hears me loud and clear. The mattress dips on one side as Sebastian settles onto it, and a moment later a hesitant hand begins kneading the flesh at my shoulders. I let out a satisfied sigh.
“What’s going on?” His tone is gentle, and the sound of it nearly tugs some tears out of my eyes.
“I’m pathetic, Sebastian.” I clutch his pillow and bury my face farther into it. “I’m so pathetic! I’ve literally never met the man before in my life, and I’ve spent the last 24 hours sending a few texts back and forth and I already feel like I’d jump off a cliff for him!”
Sebstian’s hands pause in their kneading for a fraction of a second before continuing on. “I told you you liked him.”
I turn to look at him, and again I catch that wary gaze before he drops it. “Really? ‘I told you so’? Rude. I need help, Sebastian. It’s never going to happen, he’s just being nice, and I just need to be cordial and get through this. Right?”
He nods, contemplating a bit. “Sure. He seems like a great guy. But at the end of the day, the two of you are just caught up in a weird media frenzy and that’s it. Is that what you want me to say?”
“I guess.” I huff, flipping onto my back as I stare up at the ceiling. “Why do I like him though? Am I just desperate?”
Sebastian stands up and laughs. “No way. If you were desperate you would be falling for me, not some inconvenient, crazy famous kpop star.”
Somehow his words make me laugh, the feeling easing the panic a bit. “You’re right, I guess.”
🌙
I end up passing out in Sebastian’s room only to wake up at 3 am and find myself a little too close for comfort to my co-star. Gently untangling myself from his mess of arms and legs, I sneak out of his room and back to my own.
Half-asleep and looking the part, I groan at my reflection in the mirror as I try to brush my teeth. Pointing at my reflection with my toothbrush, I give myself a pep talk.
“You are not pathetic,” pause to spit, “you’re not desperate,” rinse out the brush, “you’re just friendly. You’re practicing making new friends, and Yoongi as well as all of BTS are a part of that. That’s it.”
So when I finally settle down into my cold and very empty bed, I don’t feel very guilty sending Yoongi a late-night text. He never texted me again after the last one I saw, and I easily brush off the feeling of disappointment and replace it with relief.
3:13 ME: Yeah, we’re going. No, I have no idea what the evil plan is. Do we need to come up with a counter-plan? And sorry I never responded...I was busy annoying Sebastian and left my phone in my room. Good morning! This is payback for your late texts last night!
I fall asleep easily after that, double checking that my phone is on silent before snuggling deep down into my pillows.
Honestly, what do I even have to worry about? Everything is going great with promotions, the movie is finished and should be well received, and in a couple of days I’ll get to go see Bong-cha and make new friends!
Into the silence, I can’t help but laugh. I’m not dumb enough to believe that everything will go as planned.
Especially not as my dreams take over and the only thing I can dream of is a man in a black suit, turning around to greet me over and over again. I can never quite see his face, but somehow I know him.
Even in my unconscious state, I lie to myself and say that it’s not Min Yoongi.
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dramaphan · 3 years
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Dan and Phil Stereo Show, A Live Reaction by Me, Dramaphan
•Their avatars staring blank faced at me through my tv is so scary holy shit
•We are one failed attempt in, doing great guys
•Their mouths moving at the same time because they’re literally sat next to each other is killing me jesus
•”Content warning for Dan, his mouth is filled with soil” Phil it’s an 18+ app you can say fuck
•Various verbs being used in the penis talk. Quack. Squeeze. Considering turning this off
•Dan is really emphasizing the term “Phans” he’s said it three times and I’m not comfortable
•God y’all weren’t lying about the echo
•I feel like I’m having a stroke holy shit what are they saying
•I literally could not tell you what they’re talking about right now I think Dan said something about dunking his balls in the bath
•Dan blatantly brushing off all the “I missed you” messages shut up you dickhead
•Dan what the fuck is that gremlin impersonation STOP
•”We’re having a little bit of echo” THANKS FOR NOTICING KING MY EARS ARE BLEEDING
•”hopefully that’s better” it’s worse
•Every time someone asks Dan’s opinion on a Phil look he literally just says “if you had a different personality it would work” Jesus Christ he’s like a talking doll
•Now they’re both speaking through Phil’s giant head. Fellas, you could have sat in different rooms
•Dan is really pushing this foamy bath imagery I’m going to steal his teeth
•”we’re both coming out of Phil’s mouth now” he can’t help himself he just can’t
•I talk a lot of shit about Dan but if it weren’t for him, I would never know that Phil has seen a porno with the tesco delivery man in it. Thanks Dan. Cheers for that.
•Dan thinks a 20/20 vision joke is “disgusting humour” Dan you just made several jokes in a row about getting your balls out in the bath with Phil shut up
•”lick me! Caress me!!” I’m gonna kill him I’m going to do it
•Phil literally choking up about his parents and then being like “oh well people have it worse” sir please you’re gonna make me weep
•Okay I just watched through the whole house part and I’m 🥺 no articulate thoughts just 🥺
•House features include one green wall and one desk wow the insight
•”Do you think pigeons are smart enough to have emotional bonds” has the same energy as that one video of the guys on the bunk beds that are like “do you think pigeons have feelings” “I’m gonna give you one last chance to shut the fuck up”
•Phil dove headfirst into the dog talk and then took it nowhere uh
•”I have sexy Irish Siri on my phone but you’ve chosen Australian for the house” huh??? Are they in the house rn or do they just have a fuckin Alexa or something what did that mean
•Oh we’re talking about the dog again
•”the fish” SAY HIS NAME TELL ME HOW HE IS
•OH WE TALKING GAMING CHANNEL NOW??? YOU FINALLY WANT TO TALK ABOUT THAT NOW THAT I’M OVER IT YOU FUCKERS????
•Phil really said “hey Dan communicate with your fucking audience” and Dan said “instead, I will throw a tantrum”
•So he stepped away from YouTube to do some soul searching great great cool would have been so cool to know that two years ago but hey thanks for telling us now
•The new topic is “what has Dan been doing” wow he really said alright thanks for the communication now we’re going to bully you good love that
•They spent two hours on that fucking Instagram photo and at no point did they think, hey, what if you put on anything except these tighty whities
•OH the two bathrooms thing is already currently happening I thought that was part of the new house thing but no that’s been going on and you know what that makes it even funnier
•oh we’re talking about the gaming channel past tense now alright cool thanks
•Oh so we’re still in the “we haven’t decided what we’re doing” limbo? Maybe we’ll return to it? No you won’t.
•So Phil thought Dan was gonna put his buttcheeks in a magazine and Dan was also fully willing to do that Jesus fucking Christ I’m gonna get that prediction right aren’t I
•What kind of YouTube content are you not allowed to talk about, Dan??? 🤔 Surely if it was just regular videos on your channel you could give some hints??? I’m so right about his channel plans being exclusively behind a paywall I just know it
•So Phil is working on some kind of interactive show, which I think we knew already so I’m not updating the fucking list oh my god I’m not doing it. Can’t figure out if he’s been pitching it to like, tv networks or to YouTube
•Something about them cutting each other’s hair is really making me 🥺
•”it’s not suitable for YouTube” hey Phil??? What the fuck is that supposed to mean???
•book talk time
•”you have no idea how annoying I’m gonna be in April right before this comes out” no don’t worry I’m aware
•So it’s not a memoir, and it’s not a self help book, it’s both? Maybe? Whatever I’m still not buying it
•Phil has read the book. So I assume the book is? Done? Didn’t he just the fuck start writing it how is it done
•”it’s full of juicy tea about me” oh god one fear
•So you plan to trick us into becoming happier and healthier people what the fuck is this book about
•”it can help every single person watching this” actually I’m going to become more unstable on purpose
•”our Siri stopped listening to Dan” bitch I don’t blame her
•Phil hates mushrooms and that’s valid
•whoever asked them for a tiktok knows I’m trying to predict tiktok Phil
•Dan’s absolute panic at the bdsm story is never not going to kill me
•”what, you don’t like poppers?” Oh my fucking god end my life
•”Phil is tapping my leg” why is that so funny Dan is trying to start beef and Phil is just fuckin taptaptaptaptaptaptap
•Also who’s the band I bet it’s fob
•”they’ve made water taste like farts” okay Dan really tickled my inner 12 year old with that joke he gets one funny point
Okay final thoughts: they sure can make me have Feelings when they talk about their general life plans but boy no amount of feelings can overpower the way Dan makes my fucking teeth itch. Very happy for them, very soft and mushy about this house concept, starting to learn that maybe I just don’t enjoy consuming Dan content anymore
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yikeswtfmate · 4 years
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(5) New Messages from Bucky’s Y/N
previous part // (1) New Message Masterlist // next part
Summary: Y/N made other plans instead of spending Friday night with Bucky as usual, so guess who’s being passive-aggressive now?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Social Media AU you know the drill)
Warnings: swearing! sexual themes! (very sexual, would not recommend imo just saying, even i wouldn’t want to think of Bucky saying that kind of stuff, I’m lying, that’s a lie)
A/N: As I have already pointed out, I refuse to acknowledge that there is something called ‘agency’ in life so I do what I want 
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Honeybunch (17:04) Hey babe
Honeybunch (17:04) I’m getting out of work in about half an hour
Honeybunch (17:04) Do you want me to pick you up?
Sweetest (17:05) …uh why would you pick me up?
Honeybunch (17:05) It’s Friday
Honeybunch (17:05) You usually come over on Friday?
Sweetest (17:05) oh
Sweetest (17:05) Yeah I forgot, sorry
Honeybunch (17:06) Is everything alright?
Sweetest (17:06) I might have already made plans tonight? Do you mind if I come over later?
Honeybunch (17:06) Sure
Sweetest (17:06) Ok, I’ll see you later then! Love you!
Honeybunch (17:06) Yeah
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Sweetest (19:53) We would be so lost without soft pretzels, this world would be so bleak
Sweetest (19:57) I’ll probably be there in an hour or so, can’t wait to see your pretty face
Sweetest (20:03) Hope you didn’t eat, I’ll bring some pizza from that place you like
Sweetest (20:17) Ok what the fuck
Sweetest (20:17) Bucky, why aren’t you replying?
Sweetest (20:18) Buck?
Sweetest (20:21) Honey?
Sweetest (20:24) You’re starting to freak me out
Sweetest (20:28) If you’re not going to reply, I’ll just call you from Steve’s phone and you won’t know it’s me
Honeybunch (20:28) You’re with Steve now?
Sweetest (20:28) Well now that I’ve told you, you won’t pick up anyway
Sweetest (20:28) Yeah, didn’t I tell you I’m going out for some drinks tonight with Steve and Peggy?
Honeybunch (20:29) No you didn’t
Sweetest (20:30) Oh
Sweetest (20:30) So that explains why the passive-aggressive silence then
Honeybunch (20:30) Ask Steve to stop reading over your shoulder
Sweetest (20:30) Stop being a dick to Y/N
Sweetest (20:31) That was steve
Honeybunch (20:31) I gathered
Sweetest (20:31) Oh baby, I’m sorry, please don’t be mad at me I thought I told you last night
Honeybunch (20:32) I was a little bit distracted last night Y/N in case you haven’t noticed
Honeybunch (20:32) A bit of a cock block to think of my best friend when I’m deep inside you don’t you think
Sweetest (20:33) Stop being an ass, I told you when we were in the shower
Honeybunch (20:33) …are you trying to prove my point
Sweetest (20:34) Fine! It doesn’t matter now does it
Honeybunch (20:34) Why are you out with Steve anyway?
Sweetest (20:34) I’ve told you that last night as well
Sweetest (20:35) I introduced him to Peggy my co-worker a month ago, remember?
Sweetest (20:36) So I took it upon myself to get the idiots together bc she wouldn’t stop asking about him and your dum-dum of a friend wouldn’t just ask her out already
Sweetest (20:36) Fucking clowns both of them
Honeybunch (20:37) …are you telling me you’ve made me wait 3 hrs for you to come over so you can play matchmaker with my best friend?
Sweetest (20:37) Yeah?
Honeybunch (20:38) Baby…my sweet sweet love…light of my eyes…keeper of my heart…sweetest creature in this universe
Sweetest (20:39) 🙈
Honeybunch (20:40) You better get your ass here right now before I come and fuck you in the restroom of whatever dingy bar you’re in
Honeybunch (20:41) I’ve been thinking all day about how I want to bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you senseless tonight and you’re making me wait without a reason that doesn’t make me want to spank you
Sweetest (20:42) 😳
Sweetest (20:42) Yes sir
Sweetest (20:42) I’ll be there in 10 minutes
Honeybunch (20:43) Good girl
 *
Stevie (23:09) Hey Y/N! Thank you for helping me out with Peggy, although I should have known you were up to something
Stevie (23:09) Peggy told me you trapped us bc you didn’t think I’d make a move
Stevie (23:10) I WOULD HAVE I’M NOT A COWARD
Stevie (23:11) She’s just so pretty
Stevie (23:11) And I didn’t know how to go about it bc I wanted to give her the best first date
Bucky’s Y/N (23:11) Steve ily but im in the middle of smth rn
Bucky’s Y/N (23:12) Can I call u tmrw
Stevie (23:12) Oh yeah no problem!
Stevie (23:12) I just wanted to say thanks
Stevie (23:13) And I hope Bucky wasn’t too mad that you went over later than usual
Stevie (23:13) He’s been weird all day
Bucky’s Y/N (23:15) Steve this is Bucky
Bucky’s Y/N (23:15) Y/N is currently otherwise preoccupied and I would DEEPLY appreciate it if you could just FUCK OFF tonight thank you bye
Stevie (23:16) Tmi
Stevie (23:16) But have fun
Stevie (23:16) Use protection
Stevie (23:16) Is this driving you mad?
Stevie (23:17) NOW YOU KNOW HOW IT FELT IN THAT FIRST YEAR OF COLLEGE, BUCK
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nctzendreamz · 5 years
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thin apologies/part 1
mark lee x reader x vernon
angst/fluff
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authors note: mark lee my baby I love u lmaooo <333
he promised.
that was the only sentence you could force yourself to think at this moment. maybe it was because this wasn’t the first nor third time he had ditched you, or maybe because you were slowly becoming done with the whole ordeal. yes, this was date number three featuring mark leaving you all alone, but hey, at least you weren’t stuck in a restaurant waiting for him? or sitting in some random parking lot waiting on his manager to bring him to you. nah, you were chilling at your own apartment, and if he didn’t want to spend time with you he didn’t have to worry about it after tonight.
maybe you were overreacting, but did it really matter? in the stories, he’d come home and you’d complain, followed by the two of you arguing because “you’re not an idol how could you ever understand?” not this time. you were an idol, so you understood more than anyone how limited time could be. that wasn’t your issue. your issue was all of the thin promises he always gave you. why agree on something you know wasn’t going to happen? you didn’t understand.
you brought it up to him. his answer would be a simple “i thought I could make it...I’m sorry baby.” oh baby. hearing it from him could make any girl weak in the knees, especially you...previously you should say. now it was just annoying. how dare he see a stupid word as his scapegoat.
your phone vibrated, and you didn’t have to look to know that it was the famous text. either a “i’m running late.” , or a “baby I’m so sorry, but I’m going to have to rain check.”
when you looked at your phone, you were shocked to not see marks name on your phone, but instead vernon.
you and vernon had pretty much been close friends since seventeen debuted, you both being the English representatives of your groups and also your similar personalities. it wasn’t rare for the two of you to talk, but at this hour you weren’t expecting it.
hey wyd rn kid?? - vernon
disappointed, wbu?
disappointed? why? who do I have to fight? - vernon
your friend mark...he forgot we had a date...again lmao
“my friend” headass. don’t try to play me. - vernon
lmaoooo! what do you mean? ya’ll are best friends????
suddenly Vernon was facetiming you, and you answered without hesitation. you were still laughing
“you really think this is funny huh?” he said.
“absolutely.”
“yeah well you know what I think is funny...you’re alone right now.”
anybody else would’ve been offended, but this was the foundation of you and vernons relationship, teasing each other in serious situations to make the other feel better.
“ha ha,” you said sarcastically, “am I really this worthless? like be honest.” you questioned as you smiled sadly through the phone. vernon’s sweet smile went from a happy one to an upset pout
“don’t ever call yourself worthless. he’s the worthless one. if he can’t see how amazing you are that’s his problem and you shouldn’t just sit here and take it.”
“but...i love him.”
“yeah...that always sucks doesn’t it?” he said almost to himself instead of you. “i know it’s late, but how about I come keep you company y/n. you deserve to be happy for at least a few hours don’t you think?” he chuckled.
it wasn’t a terrible idea. right now you needed to be around someone who actually cared about you, and vernon was a clear candidate. “yeah let me just get dressed. I’ll come pick you up.”
“y/n did you really think I was going to allow you to leave your house this late?”
“well who else is going to get you here?”
“your ever heard of uber?” he was smiling through the phone. you could feel it.
“what if you get caught-
“i didn’t.”
he didn’t? was he already-
ding dong.
“vernon!” you yelled through the phone.
“are you going to let me in or is there a password?”
you ran to the door, still dolled up from the time you were supposed to be spending with mark. vernon quickly stepped in, taking his time to look at you.
“woah.”
“what? you just saw me on the phone vernon.” you laughed as you went into your kitchen to grab him a water.
“thank you.” he whispered as he took it from you, still not taking his eyes off you. “it’s just...you’re so...ugly.” he smirked before moving to dodge your hits.
“shut up!” you laughed, loudly this time. it was rare that being with friends made you forget about mark, but vernon was doing that right now. “you stay your ass right there and I’ll be back. i should probably take all this off.” you whispered while pointing to you and all your current glory.
“take your time.” he whispered, smiling at you.
“oh trust me,” you began walking in slow motion, “I will.” you laughed as you disappeared into the hallway. it didn’t take you too long to go back to your original form. your scarf was tied around your head, and you had on a T-shirt and some pajama pants because it was quite chilly in your house.
“awe.” vernon cooed as you dragged your feet over to him on the couch. he already had Netflix opened and found some snacks from your pantry to eat you had noticed.
“don’t awe me.” you placed the blanket over you, reclining your couch before staring up into the ceiling with a sigh. “thank you vernon.” you could feel him staring at you.
“ah, I haven’t done much. you’ve always been there for me.”
“not like this.” you said in a guilty tone.
“well no you haven’t surprised me with a big box of donuts and a new video game,” he laughed, “but you did what you could. whenever I was in a crisis you always called. plus, it’s hard to be as good as me.”
you couldn’t help but chuckle softly at his antics. you began to play in his hair out of instinct. “enough about me. what’s going on in the life of hansol?”
“nothing much,” he whispered, enjoying the feeling of your hands running through his scalp while staring at the ceiling as you now stared at him. “i’m like a robot these days. i wake up, go to practice, go back to the dorm, sleep. every day.”
“well you didn’t do that today.” you smiled.
“yeah, i just slept.” you both laughed, “you know they say it’s unhealthy to sleep all day. it feels good, but it makes your body angry apparently.”
“too much of a good thing is always a bad thing.”
“not everything.” he said, still looking at the ceiling.
“okay, give me an example.”
“you.” he said, looking right at you now.
suddenly your heart stopped. was he flirting with you? “what about me?”
“i’m just saying people can never get tired of you. if anything, too much of you is too good.”
“yeah? well clearly mark doesn’t think so.” you said, checking your phone even though you knew there would be nothing.
“well mark is stupid.”
“i’m not disagreeing.” you chuckled sadly.
“i mean look at all this.” he said, pointing to the food you had cooked for you and mark that stayed on the table. “what kind of boyfriend doesn’t come home to this?”
you stayed silent, letting him voice his opinion.
“sorry.” he apologized. “me and jihun didn’t work out.” he said suddenly, switching the subject back to him.
“what! why? she seemed really into you?” you shot up.
“yeah, well she was really interested in mingyu too.” he said with a roll of his eyes.
“you’re kidding me!”
“nope.” he breathed out.
“enough about stupid people.” you said, reclining the chair on the same level as vernon. “here,” you handed him the remote, “you pick.”
he gasped in an over exaggerated manner. “who are you?”
“shut up before I change my mind.” you laughed before moving to lay your head on his shoulder. suddenly, vernon placed his arm over your shoulder so you could cuddle closer into him. you didn’t know why, but you didn’t mind it. you should’ve pulled away, but you couldn’t bring yourself too.
“is this okay?” he whispered so low you barely heard it.
“yeah...it’s okay.” you whispered.
from there the two of you laid like that and watched some movie that vernon put on, but you couldn’t focus. all you could think about was how you were laying in another man's arms and you felt your heart fluttering. that wasn’t supposed to be happening. your thoughts didn’t carry on too long, because soon after you felt yourself dozing off, and everything went black.
it was the wee hours of the morning when your phone rang, and then vibrated, indicating someone had called and texted you.
you and vernon slept through it.
baby❤️:
y/n i know you’re sound asleep right now, and even if you aren’t you don’t want to talk to me. i don’t even know what to say other than i’m the worst boyfriend in the world. i forgot about last night. i won’t even lie. please let me make it up to you tomorrow. i love you and when you wake up please call me so I can apologize the right way.
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preface2adreamplay · 4 years
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Under Your Spell (Part 14) - Morning After You
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Summary: A Jared Padalecki/OFC/Oscar Isaac fiction.
Stef is a musician, recently gone solo. Happy with her life as a forever single person until Jared makes it his mission to get close to her. Her ex, Oscar isn’t sure what to make of her new relationship. Should he step in or leave her be? (For the purpose of this fiction, I have liberated some lyrics from various artists and their videos. This is fiction, with real people mentioned.) Married Jared, single Oscar!
Chapter warnings: Cursing
Chapter WC: 1,928
You doubt and you're desperate, you wear both your cross and your hammer.
Reactions to Twin Flames had been better than she could have ever imagined. The distraction of Jared visiting kept her away from the anxieties of releasing another new song. He had left an hour before the bus pulled away, holding her face in his hands, kissing her like he would never see her again. She missed him already. Already pining for him. He felt the same.
As she made her way across state lines, texts were coming through from everybody she knew.
Jared: I miss you so much. I keep watching this video, wishing we were making it all over again.
Stef: Making the video or making love
Jared: Both :) 
Claire: My god, that video is hawt. Brendan misses you, he’s being a douche rn.
Darius: Mom, that video is amazing, I’m glad I didn’t have to see dad doing those things to you though. Warn me if the next one will be that graphic pls.
Oscar: I was not expecting the video to be like that. It’s both beautiful and confusing. 
Stef rolled her eyes. She could just imagine Oscar’s brows furrowed, thinking over the video. 
Stef: It’s past demons coming for me. I’m allowing them to devour me so I am reborn. I thought you’d be happy for me. Growing up and moving on.
Oscar: So happy for you. x
Several messages popped up from Jared while she drank her third coffee that morning.
Fuck
In trouble
They were Paps
Gen angry. 
HELP ME
Stef snorted with laughter. He was really panicking. 
Chill. I’ll put something up on my twitter about us hanging out, it should take some heat off.
Sure enough, it did. Stef had posted a short tweet about Jared coming to NY to celebrate the release of the song. She tagged her bandmates too. Mentioning that she would see her fans at the next show in Pittsburgh. 
Two more shows in Canada, then home. 
Just before she stepped on stage that night, she shot off a text to Jared.
Stef: Everything ok now?
It was hours before he replied. 
Jared: Still in trouble, will call you later.
They were travelling again, hitting the road as soon as the show was finished. They all stank of sweat and beer. Luckily, they were staying in a hotel the next day. Her phone, on silent, flashed with Jared’s name across the screen. Keeping her voice low while the guys slept, she answered, her heart hammering in her chest.
‘Hey.’
‘Hey you,’ his voice just as low as hers.
‘What’s going on?’
‘Oh, just, Gen not happy we got caught. Photos of us on some gossip website. Did you see?’
‘Nah, I don’t care much for them. I didn’t have food on my shirt did I?’
Jared snorted, the tension easing as he laughed. ‘No. Gen showed me the photos but I told her not to look. We were just having lunch.’
‘Well, don’t look at comments on anything right now, it might upset you.’
Jared sighed heavily. ‘I hate that I’m getting in trouble over this. Can’t I just see my girl without someone else putting it out there for everyone to see?’
‘That’s kind of part of the agreement, honey.’ Stef yawned. She couldn’t help herself, her mind and body were achingly tired. 
‘Yeah, but I broke the rules by going to see you.’
‘What rules?’
‘Well, we date other people when I’m away working. And I’m not working right now, I will be in a week or two but yeah, I may not get to see you all too soon. I’m sorry.’
‘What does that mean for us?’ Stef swallowed a lump in her throat.
‘Nothing baby, I just have to put my energy into my family right now. The kids missed me and I missed them. They’ll be back at school soon...’
‘So, I’ll be put on the back burner.’
‘Nah not like that. Come on.’ He pleaded.
‘It is like that. It’s what we signed up for. It’s not like you’re leaving your wife for me, you have to work between the two of us.’
Jared was silent on his end of the phone, it made Stef feel uncomfortable, she really didn’t know how to move forward in the conversation. 
‘If that’s what you still want,’ Stef said, her voice lower that before. Her fingers winding into her hair nervously.
‘I always want you. Never think that I don’t.’ 
‘But you want to take a break from us for a while?’
‘I don’t want to, but it looks like we have to.’ 
It wasn’t final, but it felt like a kick in the gut. 
Stef couldn’t agree to it, couldn’t say yes or no or fight with him. 
‘Stef?’ His voice came through, she could hear his longing. 
‘Yeah, it’s fine.’
‘No, it’s not. It’s not what you wanted. You told me you didn’t want this to be for everyone else, it was just for us and I promised you that. I said it was just for us. I fucked it up.’
‘I wouldn’t take it back though.’ Feeling as though she couldn’t punish him for everyone else’s reaction to it. It seemed so simple all of a sudden. 
‘No I don’t regret a single thing. Maybe I just need to be a little more careful.’
‘We need to be more careful. I don’t want to talk about shit I know nothing about but I hope your wife isn’t too upset about this.’
‘Yeah well. I’ll have to work to get back in the good books.’
‘Good luck with that!’ 
Jared hummed on the other side of the phone. ‘You know what will get me through the next few days? A picture of my girl.’
Stef smiled. ‘Of me now? I look horrid after the show.’
Jared chuckled, ‘Impossible. And send one to me tomorrow too. I need my fix.’
‘Are we talking kinky pictures or...’
‘Well, now that you mention it, the idea is in my head.’ 
Stef bit her lip, curiosity taking over. ‘Maybe I’ll take a sexy picture. You’ll have to wait and see.’
‘Oh, baby don’t make me wait.’
‘He complains! After having me several ways yesterday.’
Jared whimpered. ‘I’m touching myself through my pants right now.’
‘Behave,’ she scolded playfully.
‘I can’t! You make me feel desired.’
‘Hey, can you not quote my lyrics to me!’
Jared started laughing then, feeling the funk of the last few hours draining away. ‘You make me feel so much better about this whole situation.’
‘It’s nothing, Jared. You can move past this. And I’m here until we decide otherwise.’
‘You mean if we decide to break up? Which we’re not.’ Jared pressed, ‘we’re not are we?’
‘No.’ Stef said with finality. 
There was a voice in the background, she heard Jared pulling the phone away from his face. 
‘I gotta go.’
‘Ok, good luck.’ Was all she could say before she heard his weak ‘goodbye.’ 
***
‘Brendan! My little douchebag, you miss me?’ Stef was kneeling on the floor of Claire’s hallway. Brendan was rubbing himself against her legs, annoyed that she had left him and happy that she was back. He couldn’t decide to be excited or just ignore her completely.
‘He was good for most of the time, but he destroyed some shit, as usual!’ Claire spoke to the cat, not Stef. 
Sitting on her back porch in the bright autumn evening, hands around a strong mug of green tea, Stef gagged with each sip. She hated the stuff, but it was all Claire had.
‘So you hear from Richard at all?’ Stef didn’t want to the conversation to get on to Jared. They hadn’t spoken in three days and she missed him desperately. 
‘Yes! Oh my god, we went out last week, that guy is sooooo funny!’ Claire exclaimed. 
‘So, have you fucked him yet?’ Stef asked, remembering Claire asked her the same question about Jared.
‘I did, actually.’
‘And?’
Claire was beaming, ‘that guy is amazing in the sack. He’s amazing anyway.’
‘Woah, Claire. This is starting to sound like love.’
Claire rolled her eyes, ‘maybe. Oh my god. Listen to me.’
‘You’re gushing about a man!’ Stef couldn’t disguise how happy she was for Claire. 
‘I’m seeing him next week too, he’s working on Supernatural so I get to see him and go on set.’
Stef’s heart sank a little, thinking of Claire on set meeting everyone again. Meeting Jared.
Claire nudged her, ‘You’re coming too, you know! I’m not walking on set by myself.’
‘Am I going? Jared hasn’t asked me.’
‘Shush, Richard said he would arrange it with Jared so we can go for dinner. All of us. All the cast, so it won’t look too suspicious for you guys.’
‘That’s nice of him. So he knows about me and Jared?’
‘Yes. And he’s totally cool with it. He said it’s also cool if you want to join us for a threesome.’
‘Oh tell him yes, right now. Tell him I’m ready and waiting.’ 
Claire clapped gleefully, ‘Oh he will be so happy. He’s always wanted to have a brunette and a redhead at the same time.’
‘You know, if I weren’t seeing Jared, I might even consider it.’ Stef imagined herself rolling around in the sheets with Richard, she bet that guy could fuck. 
‘You’re not exclusive are you? It’s more of an open thing, right?’
Stef considered it for a moment, ‘I guess it is. But, I don’t think Jared would be too happy with the thoughts of me and Richard. And you!’
Claire shrugged, ‘As if he’s not sleeping with is wife too.’
‘Please stop, I don’t want to think about it!’ Stef put her head into her hands.
‘Sorry, but he does. That man has a good thing going. Two women on the go.’
‘Am I foolish, Claire? Tell me truthfully.’
Claire reached over and placed her hand in Stef’s. ‘We have been friends for so long, I would tell you if I thought you were being an idiot, in an instant you know I would.’ 
Stef nodded, agreeing.
‘To anyone on the outside looking in, yeah you could be a little foolish. But this is what you want and it’s what he wants. It suits you both. You’re enjoying it now.’
Claire kissed Stef’s hand. ‘So stop thinking too much on it. Just enjoy the love and attention of a good man with a good heart.’
‘You’re right.’
‘Of course I’m right.’
They fell into silence, thinking of the men currently occupying their mental space. 
‘He has a huge dick doesn’t he?’ Claire mused.
‘Totally. And Rich?’
Claire sighed happily, ‘it’s as big as his personality. God, that man is made for me.’
‘Oh I told Jared I would send him a selfie.’ Stef pulled her phone from her pocket.
‘No, let me take it. Pose sexy,’ Claire grabbed the phone and typed in the pin code. 
Stef leaned back against the rail on the porch, her hand in her hair. licking her lips. her gaze cast down.
‘Pull your tits out a bit, perfect.’ Claire showed Stef the photo before whipping it away and texting it to Jared.
‘Bitch, I can send my own messages!’
‘Yeah but you’ll put something boring. Let me.’
Stef laughed, covering her face with embarrassment seeing the picture that was sent to Jared with the tag line. ‘This pussy is so wet thinking of you.’
Brendan was in the lower half of the picture drinking water from a flower pot. 
CHAPTER 15
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The Ostensive Fumblings of Being Human (part 2)
Pairing: Connor x female!reader Rating: G for Gross Cute Crap Summary: Set two months after the ending of Detroit: Become Human, androids are living in government created “pop-up” communities while efforts are being made to integrate them into society. You are a grad-student volunteer with the Detroit Crisis Response Unit (DCRU), working to help with relief efforts… or at least, doing the work no one else wants to do. Which brings us to part 2.
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The moment kept playing in your mind, giving you little snapshot glimpses of his face when he saw your phone number written on the cup. His face, perplexed, but so curious as he took in your every word with such rapt attention. 
“Ugh… no.” you whined towards the ceiling, throwing your head back and sinking further into your sofa. Some TV series played ideally while you tapped a stylus on the screen of your tablet, opened to some notes regarding your most recent class. You risked short glances over to your phone. 
“Stop it.” you said to yourself, “It’s not a big deal and you don’t even know if he’ll text.”
You sat silently for a moment, nearly forgetting about it in the thrall of the TV and procrastination on your assignment when your eyes slowly drifted over to it again.
“Son of a bitch.” you huffed, throwing tablet aside as you got up and made your way across the small one bedroom apartment to your smaller bathroom. You needed a shower and some comfy clothes and maybe some sleep. 
Several minutes later you came out from the bathroom, towel drying your hair and feeling a bit more human with the cold no longer biting at your skin still from the damp outside. You weren’t looking, not really, your eyes just fell to the phone on the small kitchen table and noticed the screen was list with an envelope icon.
You managed to pretend not to be interested for approximately fifteen seconds before you were over, picking up the phone and trying to not think about how fast your heart was going as you opened the message…
… which was just from your DCRU supervisor reminding you to go to the DPD station downtown after checking in on site tomorrow.
You felt your heart fall and sighed as you clicked the message and set a reminder. Someone in Jericho had requested a number of open human-on-android violence cases as well as android-on-human and someone had to go get the stats. Most android cases were still considered “sensitive” so the only way to get the information was from the source. It was a placating act, something to make Jericho not so hostile to DCRU and their efforts, even if they could realistically do nothing about the numbers. You wondered if you would be lucky enough for it to be the same station Connor worked at.
You took your phone and headed off to bed, setting your alarm. It was nearly 11:40, which was not ideal if you didn’t want to be a zombie tomorrow. Sighing, you flicked off your lamp and curled up, closing your eyes and tucking in. Your breath began to slow and your body relax when suddenly the darkness behind your eyelids lit.
You opened your eyes a slit and saw the envelope notification with a question mark attached.
[ new sender ]
[ accept msg y/n? ]
You never hit “y” so fast in your life. 
[ from: DPDCNSL#317
Thank you for agreeing to continue corresponding with me. I am looking forward to the experience.
And thank you for the coffee.
Have a good evening, ---.
Connor ]
And then before you could respond the little dots indicating he was responding popped up immediately.
[ from: DPDCNSL#317
Lieutenant Anderson has informed me that saying, “I am looking forward to the experience” sounds “creepy”. I am looking forward to being able to speak with you more.
Connor ]
You smiled and quickly wrote up a reply-- which you waited a few minutes to send because… like that is what you did right? You didn’t wanna reply too fast… right? You killed some time, changing his name in the message box.
[ from: ---
You’re welcome. And pls don’t thank me for that pitiful excuse for bean water. Next time, I’ll get you a latte and you’ll never be the same again. ]
[ from: Connor
You are correct, but not in the way I believe you think.
Regardless, I would like that. You are studying at Wayne State, correct? ]
You froze, staring at the words with shock. How the hell did he know that?
[ from: ---
You pull up my file, copper?]
[ from: Connor
I did a search on the internet. You came up under the staff listing as a research assistant for Urban Studies. Is that correct? There is no image, so it could be another ---. ]
[ from: ---
Bit weird to be searching for someone you just met. ]
[ from: Connor
I agree. Lieutenant Anderson located the information and sent it to my terminal. I was… curious. I apologize, I do not wish to cause you to feel uncomfortable. ]
It didn’t really matter much. All the information on the website was basic things and any social media you had was hidden from the outside. It was harmless, as far as most things went.
[ from: ---
It’s alright, next time you can just ask me. Though I think to make it up, you can buy me the coffee. Only fair. :)  ]
[ from: Connor
I do receive a salary now, so that is a possibility.
--- it is now almost midnight. You should be resting as you have already lost two hours of the recommended time for sleep. I would recommend lowering your caffeine intake to 300mg per day to prevent further sleep disturbance.
Good night, ---.  ]
[ from: ---
You can pry my coffee from my cold dead hands, hippy.
Good night.  ]
Wildly specific advice aside, it was-- kinda sweet. That bit that you assumed was a joke about “receiving a salary” got a small chuckle from you. After waiting a few minutes though, it appeared that he was done messaging for the night.
Not too bad, you hummed to yourself, First potential friend outside of campus in four years. Adult humaning at last.
---
“Checking in on site” was just code for “bring us all our coffee order before you do any real work” and you did so as usual, dropping the cups off at the various desks, crowded into the small “conference” building. All of the DCRU’s own buildings were of the same shake-n-bake quality as the shelters put up for the androids. They did little to hold out the chill, but they kept out the damp. Several people had space heaters beneath their desks or blankets wrapped around their legs.
After dropping off the last drink, you made your way over to the desk of the person you liked most of all the superiors, chiefly because he would never ask you to bring him coffee. His name was Josh, and he had served as one of Markus’ companions during the start and the heart of the revolution. Prior to Jericho, he had been a university professor, which was something you found common ground with.
He was sitting still, as if staring off into the distance, but a quick note of his eyes would show them flickering back and forth. He was reading.
“You ready to do some real work?” he said, voice tinged with faint humor as he continued to scan through whatever files were working their way through his synthetic mind. You’d gotten use to this.
“Yes, for the love of Markus Christ.” you huffed, enjoying in the private joke. Since the revolution there had been no less than 112 articles official and amateur declaring Markus as an android “Messiah”. Based upon Josh’s word, this caused the actual Markus a great deal of discomfort, but still the metaphor stuck.
“I’m going to have to tell Simon that one.” Josh said with a laugh, finally turning his eyes to you indicating he was finished with whatever he was working on.
“But first things first.” he said, pulling out a tablet and handing it to you. It was one of his.
“You know most of these “deviant” criminal cases are still on lock down?”
You nodded.
“We’ve gotten clearance to have the files downloaded. Part of our agreements with the government involve… some explaining. I won’t sugar coat it. Some of these open cases are violent, resulting in death of the human or the android or sometimes both.”
You swallowed, eyes flicking to the tablet as if there would suddenly appear images but there was only a menu showing how to accept file download.
“... death can be a hard topic for anyone. Even more so for your people when it involves Android on Human crimes. You may see some disturbing things. You alright with this?”
“Of course!” you said, a bit quickly and a bit more defensively than intended.
“I mean that… I want to do anything I can to help. I know that… I know they are pressuring to have these androids turned over for prosecution.”
If Josh were non-deviant, he wouldn’t have tensed at the words, but he did. 
“Historically speaking, we haven’t given any android justice. I know this is important. Anything I feel is secondary to that… is what I mean.”
Josh smiled warmly, standing up and hesitantly patting your shoulder.
“You remind me of my old students, ---. I’m sure you’ll do what you can.”
You nodded vigorously, because you would. 
---
It was too far and too cold to walk the length of Detroit back towards downtown, so you took an automated cab. You’d tucked Josh’s tablet safely away in a rucksack over your shoulder and flipped through your phone idly.
You hovered over the message window with Connor for a moment before quickly sending off a few lines.
[ from: ---
Just so there are no surprises, I’m heading to the DPD station rn for unrelated stuff. Might see you! ]
It took you way longer than necessary to actually hit send, but when you did you were shocked that his response was almost instantaneous. 
[ from: Connor
Unrelated to what? Also, are you alright? Do you have an open case with the DPD? ]
[ from: ---
It’s all good. And meant I just happen to be that way as opposed to ya know, stalking. ]
[ from: Connor
“Stalking” does imply stealth, which would be in direct opposition of your current actions if that was the intent. I agree that your  actions do not constitute “stalking”.  ]
You huffed a sigh, but then were startled as the message pinged again.
[ from: Connor
Bit weird though.  ]
You felt a smile slowly form at one corner of your lips
[ from: Connor
That was a joke, in case it was too vague.  ]
[ from: ---
I gotcha ;)
See you in a bit maybe.  ]
And with that, you shut off your phone’s display just in time to exit the cab out front of the DPD building. Inside, the DPD had the same tell tale signs of the android revolution with its lack of noticeable androids. It was not until you got up to the reception desk that it dawned on you they both were identical. They were androids, they had just removed their LED. She was even wearing a name tag that said, Alicia in clear bold font. She was wearing regular professional wear, no Android identifiers in sight.
You’d heard the DPD had gotten on board relatively quickly with providing androids with pay, not wanting to lose the bulk of their staff. While the cleaning crews were absent, the receptionist turned up her face and smiled pleasantly,
“Good morning, how may I assist you?”
“Good morning!” you said, a bit too quickly, “My name is ---, I’m here from the Crisis Response Unit. I have a meeting with Captain Fowler.”
“Yes, we were told to expect you! Do you have your I.D.?” she said, and you were struck by how… friendly she was, as opposed to all the other ST300’s you’d encountered. You pulled out your “badge”, which was nothing more than an I.D. card with a special DCRU designation stamp inside a flip wallet. You passed it to her and she scanned it quickly.
“You’re all set! Just head right through these gates here and go straight back. Fowler’s office is the one in the middle with the glass doors, it should not be hard to miss, but if you get lost just grab one of the officers. They all should know all too well where his office is.” she said with a faint laugh at some private joke.
You nodded, fumbling to put your I.D. with a quick “thank you” before you headed through the gates. It was bigger inside than you expected, with several desks and lots of people working, standing and having their morning coffee or otherwise engaged. You noted the glass enclosed office towards the middle of the room and headed in that direction. There were three people already waiting inside and two of which you recognized immediately.
Captain Fowler was up, preparing to come open the door for you, but Connor beat him in a few brisk steps.
Hank was grinning at you in that suspicious way that you recalled from grade school… like he knew something you didn’t. In this situation, it was pretty unsettling. Did they find that parking ticket from sophomore year?!
“Good morning Ms. ---, please, have a seat.” Fowler gestured to the one other empty chair next to Hank, “These two suspect characters are Lieutenant Hank Anderson and his partner, Connor. They have been working the deviant android cases since the start.”
Connor politely offered you his hand, which you took. He squeezed gently, mischief glinting in those brown eyes before he let go and all but ushered you to your seat. Hank snorted.
“We’ve met.” Hank said, disregarding any pleasantries. 
Fowler looked surprised.
“We frequent the same coffee shop.” you added, “So it was a very brief meeting.”
“You’re lucky.” Fowler said, eyeing Hank with disapproval. Hank seemed oblivious, or more likely, immune.
“We’ve been informed that the ADA’s office is seeking to prosecute these androids. It is highly likely that they are being concealed among the deviants at the relief camp.” Fowler leaned back in his chair, “So, we’ve been told to assist you in whatever way you need.”
“Some of us are a bit too eager…” you heard Hank muttered under his breath. Connor’s eyes trailed on him slowly, making no expression you could see but Hank must have gotten the message because he grumbled and slumped back.
“I appreciate that, Captain Fowler.” you began, “Markus has agreed that his people will search into the population of their androids for these individuals. It’s a good start to integrate androids into the justice system.”
Though you had your own opinions regarding the effectiveness of that. How could any android expect a fair trial when a jury of their peers would most likely be full of humans? But that was a topic for another time and place.
“These files are sealed, so we are requesting a downloaded copy so that efforts can be made to locate these androids.”
Captain Fowler looked unconvinced.
“I have confirmation from the governor and the President’s staff approving this request, if you would like to see it. The governor also said you might like to call her office as well.”
“I think I will do that. In the meanwhile, if you’d gentleman escort Ms. --- to the break-room where she might be a bit more comfortable?”
Hank stood and gave Connor a hard pat, “All you buddy.”
He left without a second glance.
“Right this way. ---.” Connor said, Chief Fowler now too engrossed with his phone to notice Connor used your first name.
It was hard to contain a smile as you walked alongside the detective, following him to a small break-room.
“Coffee?” he asked and you nodded briskly. He poured some of the dark, strong smelling liquid into a mug that read “#1 Dad” and after considering for a moment, pot still in his hand, he poured another.
Bringing both he came to sit with you at a rickety table, stabilized by a half folded paper plate under one leg.
“Don’t think this counts.” you said, taking the mug in both hands, enjoying the warmth if not the overly strong taste.
Connor did not drink.
“You work with the Detroit Crisis Response Unit?” he said, getting right to the point.
“Volunteered. Don’t give me too much credit though. When I joined up, it was all about flooding relief. The Android situation was a surprise.”
“Do you dislike Androids?” he asked.
“Wow. Talk about a hot button topic, Connor. You sure you don’t wanna ask me what my favorite color is first? My favorite movie?”
“No. I would much rather know your stance on the current events seeing as you are working as a relief volunteer.”
Direct. You hid behind the lip of the mug, feeling his eyes keenly on you.
“Why do you wanna know?” you countered, taking a small sip.
“I’m simply curious as to how you feel about your current assignment.”
“I feel just fine.” you said, “I guess… well. Guess sometimes they just spook me. Just like most people.”
“I see.” Connor said, seeming to relax a fraction, “You are afraid of them?”
“Not “afraid” just-- reasonably cautious.”
Connor seemed to be processing this, tapping his fingertips against the mug in his hand and watching himself do so intently.
“You worked on “deviant” cases for awhile, yeah?” you began, “Are… do they make you nervous? Because that’d be understandable given what you’ve seen.”
“They-- did. Before. Now I realize it’s the same as humans. We’re all capable of violence.”
Before you could continue, another man walked into the break-room, smile slick as oil.
“Well, there you are, tin-can.” he said with a smirk, picking up the coffee pot and sloshing some of it onto the counter as he poured a mug full.
“Whose this?” he said, giving you a smirk.
“A liaison from DCRU.” Connor replied coolly, bringing the coffee mug to his lips.
“Is that even good for your health, Con?” the man asked, but Connor ignored him.
“And who is this charming fellow.” you asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Detective Reed. Gavin, Reed.” he answered, giving you a wink, “Now I can see why Con here was in such a hurry to get his ring off before you showed up.”
Ah. That. That was. Not expected. Your blood ran cold, eyes immediately falling to Connor’s left hand as if you’d catch sight of a tan line or some other indicator that you’d been incredibly stupid.
“I got some super glue over at my desk if you need a quick fix.” he said, tapping Connor’s chair with the toe of his boot. Connor, looked somewhere between deflated and coldly controlled anger.
Hank’s appearance in the break room door thankfully put a halt to whatever was going on between the two men, his eyes fixing Gavin with a vicious glare.
“Don’t you have reports to finish, detective?” he said, circling in so that Gavin was forced to walk towards the door.
“Just tryin’ be a good wing-man for my bro, Connor.” he said, disappearing into the hall with a laugh.
Hank looked between you and Connor, noting the change in your demeanor, arms pulled in and looking anywhere but at his partner.
“Fowler uh-- got the call. You can come over to my desk and we’ll get you sorted.”
You hurriedly stood, fishing out your tablet so you’d be ready to download those files and get out of here as soon as possible.
Connor said nothing in his defense, but he watched you intently, searching.
“... thanks for the coffee.” you said, following Hank out.
---
Connor did not join you at Hank’s desk, which must not have been part of the plan because every few seconds Hank looked over his shoulder for him.
“Here. You should get a prompt to download any second now. There are photos, so if you’re squeamish I advised ya not look at the screen while they are downloading.”
You took his advice, letting the tablet drop unceremoniously to the desk as you leaned against it, arms crossed.
Hank was not scowling for once, but you were, brows furrowed tight and troubled.
“Look… ---, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t-- just don’t judge Connor before you get to know him. I know he’s a weird one. I know most people, hell even me, have this innate prejudice, but he likes you. Which is a big deal for him. He’s learning how this goes, so I don’t know-- maybe give him a break.”
“... did… did his wife die or something?”
Hank stared at you, eyes wide and confused.
“His wife.” he repeated, not so much a question but a confirmation of whether or not you were a rambling idiot.
“That detective! Gavin whatever-the-hell said that Connor took off his ring before I got here!”
Hank groaned, resting his face in his hand as he shook his head. The sound quickly turned into a laugh of sorts. He looked back up at you with that same mystified look he had before.
“You really don’t know. Kid, Connor took off his LED before you got here. That’s what Gavin meant. He’s an android.”
A lot, like a lot of things suddenly made sense now.
You sunk into a nearby chair, dazed.
“You really had no idea? With how fuckin’ weird he is?”
“I thought he was just… like, ya know. A hipster intellectual.”
Hank choked on nothing, busting into a loud laugh, “Well you ain’t wrong, kid!”
The tablet pinged, indicating it had finished downloading. Hank popped up, dismissing the file before you could pick it up.
“Like I said. Some gory stuff. I’d advise you get that to whoever wants it and not go poking around in it.” he handed you the tablet, “And for god’s sake, go talk to him before you leave. You’re the first person he’s been around that ain’t me and trust me, that’s good for him.”
You ran your hands over the tablet’s smooth sides, mind going a hundred miles a minute. You turned to leave and saw Connor coming back towards the desks, seeing clearly now the flashing LED he had replaced on the side of his temple.
His expression was blank, but you had dealt with enough androids that you could just faintly see the lines of nervousness and… hopefulness as he passed you.
You caught his forearm, touching the same place where androids connected systems.
“... I don’t dislike androids.” you whispered, risking a look at him through your eyelashes. He was-- smiling and it was so damn beautiful you felt the wall you had started constructing around your heart from Gavin’s words crack open.
“I’m glad to hear it.” 
You smiled, “Text me when you are ready to shell out for that latte.” and gave his arm one last small squeeze before heading out of the station.
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good bye 2019
IM GOING BACK HOME!!!!! LOL WOOHOO
Plans for Vegas fell through and I lost money but it’s okay, that’s life!! I basically just used my Christmas money to buy my ticket back home so all is well. i’m super happy going home because I was not about to spend NYE alone LOL. 
Let’s recap what happened in 2019. this may be long.
Education: I finished capstone which was lowkey a pain in the butt but I made it. I graduated college! I got my NRP certification. 
Work: I finished my time at 24 Hour Fitness. It’s crazy because it was the longest time I’ve ever worked at a part time job. I’m so surprised at the friendships I made there and the drama I caused there HAHA. I am still in touch with Christina and Tyler since they were my closest friends at the gym. Even though they can get on my nerves sometimes, they are good friends to me. They listen to my problems and vice versa! My manager Bre still keeps in touch here and there. We text eachother on holidays haha. I completed my temporary job at Stanford which was very interesting. Did not expect much drama from a temp job but oh it happened. Overall, it was a good experience and now I am not afraid of giving injections because it’s literally so easy. I was supposed to start working at the hospital in December but my license did not go through on time so now it’s March. I am still upset at the BRN for this but I try telling myself that I will eventually start and everything will be okay. It just kind of sucks because it delayed my plans to move to NY by a couple months.
Family: I guess I got even closer to my family? Kind of hard to say but yeah I guess I can say that. i am closer to my sister even more. She knows about my septum piercing lmao. My mom knows about my nipple piercing and surprisingly did not beat my ass about it. I still want to tell my sister about my abortion but there just hasn’t been a right time so it will happen when it happens. I guess I’m closer to my grandparents as well. Since moving to Seattle, I have not answered my grandpa’s phone calls because I am super nervous talking to him in Korean. But I realized I shouldn’t be. We video chatted yesterday and I showed them my apartment. It was nice! 
Fitness: For a while I was pretty on top of my fitness. I think working at the gym helped me since I was always surrounded by people who loved fitness and having a free membership helped. I worked out a lot with Christina and I think having someone to keep you in check is good. However, since moving to Seattle I havent worked out as much as I want to. I did work out almost everyday for the first month and then kind of stopped. I think it’s just a slump that I always go through. I know I will pick it up again.
Friendship: I can say that I have gotten even closer to Michelle, if that’s even possible. It’s so crazy how there is someone in this world who understands my humor... like thank you Michelle. I got closer to Julie and I’m really happy we are living together again. She is so reassuring and someone I can count on. I got closer to Michael. I don’t know exactly how but it’s amazing to see we still have a strong friendship! i am thankful to all of you guys. I can 100% count on you and I know you are always there for me. thank you for listening to my problems and annoying rants and cringey stories. Know that I will do the same for you guys!! I met a lot of new friends through Julie, which I am so grateful for. All her friends are so awesome. I still feel weird calling some of them “my friends” instead of “Julie’s friends” but I think I can say that Albert is my friend. Perry is my friend. Miles is my friend. But all thanks to Julie :)
Relationships: Lol is there even anything to say about this? I feel like this is all I talk about. I am glad I got over Henry, but I won’t lie he comes to mind sometimes. Not often, not everyday, but like maybe once a month? I call that progress. Something about him just makes it stand out so much. Like I liked him for like 10 months and he strung me along the whole time. I don’t have any positive feelings towards him but he was a lesson. He wrecked me emotionally lol. I think I am traumatized from the events that happened and how he destroyed me emotionally. Even after my breakup with Raymart, I didn’t really have my guards up- like I almost fell for Aldo. But after Henry... my walls have been bUILT. I am scared of telling anyone that I like them, even though they may like me back. I am scared of getting attached emotionally, I am scared of going crazy/obsessive over one person. I will not allow myself to get that way anymore. I hated myself when I liked Henry because I was definitely depressed. I learned that if you don’t show interest through your actions, I am not doing the same. i will not chase you until the end of time because I WILL BE THE ONE CHASED GDI! I still really like Jason and I think he does too (even with receipts, it’s hard for me to believe). It makes me sad that nothing is happening but it is what it is. i’m glad we are still friends and it’s just the distance I guess. A part of me says that I am willing to do LDR, but another part of me really does not. I just wished I was in NY right now living my life with Michelle. It’s so crazy how one person can make me be okay with giving up that California RN salary lol. It’s a compromise that I am very willing to make if it means that I can be with him in the long run. And if things don’t work out, I can always move back to CA if i want! So i don’t think there’s anything to lose. All I can say is, I super duper like him but the feelings are becoming numb because not much is happening. Back burner.
Self: Overall, I think I grew a lot as a person. I see it in myself as well as others. I went through a lot of things that really helped me shape into who I am currently. I learned how to play the uke. I got really into fitness. I am less cancer-y and more capicorn-y. I hope I can continue to grow in 2020 and become an even better person than who I am right now. Here are some of my 2020 goals that I wrote for myself:
- Do well at the hospital :)
- continue to make more friends
- learn something new
- continue working out consistently
- start meditation
- do yoga
- strengthen family relationships
- be financially smart
The first half of 2019 was ASS and the second half was less ass. I hope 2020 is badass.
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Chapter 2
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From time to time their hangouts on Fridays become less frequent. Tim had already made meeting with Jason -a regular civilian- hard enough with his lifestyle. Back then, Jason would always seek Tim, just taking him out of that busyness for a chill night out. Or just because he misses Tim, and wanted to see his face.
Jason doesn’t do that anymore.
They used to meet once a week, that turned into once in a while, and it’s been two months since Jason saw him last. They would still text regularly though, because even though it’s hard to meet Tim face to face, Jason never wanted to cut Tim off, never. So texting and calling it is, and it’s so much easier than seeing the person physically.
Jason loves when Tim sends him pet pictures. Tim would send a picture Titus the great dane snuggling with Alfred the cat, and it was the cutest sight he’s ever seen.
Sometimes he would check on Tim, asking if things are well. They would call and chat about petty things at work or things they’re mildly annoyed with. Or sometimes just banter about politics. None of them know how they got into that, but they did.
Jason would ramble about novels and Tim about a newfound manga. Talking and chatting like that is easier than meeting Tim, but it gets less and less easy for Jason.
Sometimes their call will be interrupted by someone. Sometimes Tim sends a couple of pictures with Superboy. Sometimes Tim didn’t reply for a month because of a mission, and Jason can’t do anything but to pray to the void and the universe that he’s alive at least.
He hated those days without hearing from Tim. There are times that his hands will start to shake whenever he was reminded that he hadn’t heard about Tim. His mind just whirls into the worst possibility ever and it’s swirling down too fast for Jason to stop.
It gets dangerous when he would drop heavy things in the middle of work. A car engine, a box of tools, his phone, and as a bonus, sometimes they land on his feet. Or when he sees bad news from a villain on TV, the world would spin a little and it’s harder to breathe.
He wanted to check up. He just wanted to walk to Wayne manor and demanded to know where he is.
To calm himself, he reminds himself that Tim has superheroes friends on his side. A Kryptonian as a soulmate too. Tim will be fine.
But sometimes those train of thoughts backfires.
They really have grown up after all. Jason promised himself that he’ll never let Tim grows away from him, but knowing the path he takes, and the soul mark on his body, some things are inevitable. Even so, Tim will be fine. With or without him.
As ridiculous as it sounds, Jason is anxious because there’s nothing to be anxious about.
“Jason!”
The ground is so close to his face. When did he get down on his knees? No, not on his knees anymore, he’s sitting on the side of his hips. He sees his open hands on the grease-stained ground, and they started to double into four.
“Breathe, Jason. Come on, follow my lead.” It’s Mrs. Knope’s voice. Feeling her hand rubbing soothing circles on his back and following her commands to inhale and exhale.
Jason is getting his composure back, enough to look back to the TV hanged on the wall.
A swarm of robots attack in central Gotham. Red Robin is the first to respond. Tim’s bleeding, thrown to the ground, but he keeps getting back up. Jason wanted to run there, to help, to do something.
His friends came in. Superboy carries Red Robin away.
And Jason sighs at ease.
Tim is safe.
Tim will be fine.
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[Two Months ago]
Tim
Saw you on tv todya
Today
I rly thought you gonn die if not for your bf saving your dumbass so many times
Get back to me after you’re conscious you mad lad
[One Month ago]
I hope you’re on a mission rn and not purposely ignoring me
Or are you still recovering? you better be having some fingers cracked for not replying to me
Jk tho heal faster bitch I need some Alfred’s fluff belly pics
[Three weeks ago]
Tim what’s going on?
[Two Weeks ago]
Hey, dude, I’m just checking in
Saw you in crime alley
You’re dressed as a girl but you ain’t fooling me
[Two weeks ago]
Nvm it’s not you
Where are you tho?
[Yesterday]
Tell me you’re okay at least
Just something
Anything
Tim
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It struck like a bad feeling. Like a ghost going through your body, sending chills down your spine that can only mean nothing but bad. He’s started shaking like a scared rabbit. The ground under his feet feels like moving like a boat through a storm, he lost strength in his grip and his legs.
He lands himself on the side of the car he was working on, leaning there until he gets his ground again. From far away he can see Mrs. Knope coming over to him.
“Jason, it’s okay,” she turned the TV off, knowing it’s one of Jason’s trigger.
It’s not. Not this time, and the reason is something Jason couldn’t explain. He holds on to her, and regain his breath like the practice she taught him.
“Mrs... Mrs. Knope,” Jason said after finally catching his breath, “I have to go, right now, I’ll work on weekends in return.” Then Jason takes off without looking back.
“What- oh you better!” she scolded before she’s out of Jason’s hearing range.
Running aimlessly, Jason found himself in the depth of Crime alley, trying to look for Tim there and it is as crazy as that sounds, but his mind is awry from rational thoughts to think any differently. So, there he goes running like he’s a scared tourist. Then, after regaining some of his sanity, he calls and texts Tim even though his chat from two months ago hasn’t been read yet. Unsurprisingly, Tim didn’t pick up.
Bearing no fruit from running around, the only reasonable place he can look for Tim is the Wayne manor.
He has absolutely zero fucks at the moment that it’ll make Batman know that Jason knew about their identities. That’s a problem he’ll deal with after he calms his sudden anxiousness. It sounds like a petty reason but currently, Jason feels like dying.
There’s no public transport to the rich residential area, but there’s a stop near there so he takes it. Annoying the people on the bus with the tapping of his foot. He calms himself, thinking about good things, positive things. That maybe he’s just imagining things, that Tim is fine and maybe on a prolonged mission, and he’s making a fool of himself.
That must be it. He just needs to know that Tim is fine, even though going to his home is stalker-ish, it’s just something Jason needs to do. His embarrassment will have to wait.
Jason runs there as soon as the bus’ door open, powered with adrenaline and anxiousness. Soon, Wayne Manor came into view, and he spams the bell by the gate until someone finally speaks from the speaker in a British accent.
“Wayne Manor, state your business.”
“I need to see Tim,” Jason demanded.
“I’m sorry sir, but Master Timothy is still at work.” Oh, that’s good, now he just needs to go there.
“Where? Tell me the adress.”
“And what is your business with Master Timothy?”
“I just need to see him, he’s not returning my calls and texts the past two months. So, just tell me where he is!” Jason is getting impatient.
“Pardon me, but I don’t like your threatening tone, please contact Master Timothy himself if you’d like to meet.”
“No! Mr. Pennyworth I’m sorry just listen to me,” Jason called his name, and the static noise means the butler hasn’t disconnected yet.
Jason felt like his breathing is getting hard, but, oh god, not now...
“I need to see him,” Jason’s breath is getting shallower, he doesn’t want to do this, but Pennyworth is stalling, deflecting, now Jason knows something is wrong. “I know you know who I am, and I know...” Jason gulps, “I know.”
There’s a pause from the other end, and the gates open.
“Please come in Mr. Todd.” The speakers say before it’s off.
Jason runs through the pathway to the grand 4-meter tall door. A butler opens it before Jason has a chance to knock. Face stoic and head high. A balding drey hair, matching thick mustache, judging eyes and dressed in a pristine black suit and white shirt. The old butler moves away from the door and gestured Jason to come in.
The room inside is warm and cozy, but so big that it feels uneasy for Jason that used to tight spaces. Carpeted floor, a high ceiling with a chandelier in the middle of it and a massive family portrait at the end of the wall. Tim is in it, along with Bruce Wayne, the first adopted son Richard Grayson, the second adopted daughter Stephanie Brown, and the blood son Damian Wayne.
“Master Tim had gone off-grid for an hour,” Pennyworth informed, “The others are trying to find him at this moment, we could wait together if you’d like, to calm yourself from having an attack.” The butler eyes him knowingly, eyes fond and understanding.
Jason grits his teeth, impatient, “No, where is the last point he’s offline.”
“If you have any intentions to find him, I’m afraid I can’t tell you.”
“You have to,” Jason stares down at the butler with fist clenched, “Depends on the area, he may not make it.”
“I assumed you knew about Master Timothy’s capabilities, I guess I assume wrong.” The butler shows his deprecating face towards Jason, and he’s not having that.
“Oh I know Tim can kick-ass, but I know these people even more, and their reputation underground. You don’t know how deep those villains connection runs. The people down there will do anything, only for a few bucks, or just something to eat. And you bet they would kill and conspire, and they won't care who they kill.”
Then, the butler’s expression is finally something else than calm stoic, but he stays silent.
“You don’t need to tell me anything else, just what his alias is, and the last time he’s visible. Please,” Jason begged, and it’s hard to control the croak threatening at the back of his throat.
“He’s last seen on Fulton street,” that’s near Crime alley, “his alias is Cal Corcoran.”
Jason sighs a relieved breath, “Thank you, and one more thing, don’t tell them that I’m looking for Tim.”
“Why is that.”
“Because he won't like my way, and I don’t want him to hold me back.”
Pennyworth’s face twisted in regret, but before the butler can say anything. Jason holds his arm in a firm grasp, eyes sharp the other’s pair of old wise eyes.
“I know you don’t trust me, but you have to believe in me. I’ll find him.” He’s filled with unshakable tenacity, newfound courage and an absolute determination to do anything. “Even with my life on the line.”
Pennyworth doesn’t move even a muscle on his face, then he holds the hand on his arm.
“Please bring him home,” the butler finally says.
Jason nods gratefully and runs towards the city. He knows exactly who to see first.
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Jason had never been back here for years. When he left, he never looks back. How many years has it been? Yet everything is still the same. Still so easy to pick the door open. The room still smells foul, and the furniture is just as old and scarce.
An old man sprawled the couch, a beer on his hand and the tactical gear on his body means that he just returned from ‘work. He looks even older as if that’s even possible compared the state Jason last seen him.
“What are you doing here,” his dad slurred in his speech, not even bothered to stand up.
“You are going to tell me the list of your friends and where I can meet them.”
“And why do you think I would tell you?” He smirks, and he laughs, like a drunk. Then he throws the bottle of beer, aiming for Jason’s head, which he gives credit to his dad it was pretty close.
But he avoids it with ease, and the bottle breaks on the wall behind him.
“Get out! Get the fuck outta--” His dad finally shuts up, thanks to Jason’s knife against his throat.
His dad twists his face in outrage, “You don’t have the balls to--” Jason takes the knife away, leaving a red mark on the neck, and sink that knife on his dad’s right hand and through his thigh when Jason sees it grabbing into something in his pocket. The man only screamed for a millisecond before Jason shoved a bundle of cloth on his old man’s screaming mouth.
There are tears rolling down his sunken eyes. Jason never saw him cry before, not even when his mom died.
Jason left the knife there, and pulls another one and place it on a red line on his neck. His dad twitch away, he tried to, but Jason’s knife presses his neck hard against the couch. There’s no compassion left in him for his dad, not ever fear or guilt when looking at the man’s terrified and pained face.
“I will and can kill you if you’re not useful. I can get the names from anyone else, but I figure... You’d like a chance to do your son at least one favor, wouldn’t you?” Jason doesn’t frown, doesn’t show any expression. He doesn’t want to grace his dad with any expression. The knife sinks into the think fled on his neck, and Jason mercilessly drags it towards his Adam's apple like cutting a cake, leaving a trail of red that leaks blood.
“Wouldn’t you?” Jason says more firmly, pressing the knife even deeper.
His dad is shaking, eye blown wide in terror, and finally nods.
“Good, and along with the names, I’m going to need your guns and stash of drugs.”
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Hey, Cory. I love your positive energy. I know you must go through your own difficulties, and everyone's life is different. I'm really struggling to keep my energy up and going. I'm 19, have worked really hard for what I have and I'm really ambitious. But I'm mentally exhausted and I have nobody to reach out to where I live atm. I try to make myself socialise and respond to messages too but something keeps me back. Would love to know how you keep going, if you have any advice? Much love 💛
Dear Sweet Heart,
I didn’t forget about you, but I got scared. (Who am I to answer such a question?!!) But/and, you asked me what I do to keep going, so I’m going to respond. Earlier I posted some things w/those pics of my garden. Below are a few more + a post which.is.so.good and I think might be helpful to you rn. It names the Existential Angst we live with + articulates some practical ways to not just survive w/it in one hand while we go about our days, but to thrive. Look it all over, take what is helpful + leave the rest behind. 
BRAVA for stopping to recognize mental exhaustion + realise you have limited resources where you currently live to support your desired growth + ambitions!  (I love now you know you won’t always be in this particular place.)  Right now is the perfect time for this awareness to take hold of you + for you to be able to do something in response.
ALL change starts with awareness AND acceptance of what is.
Most of the reason any of us push back against changes we want to make is because it’s scary + unknown + we listen to doubting voices inside our heads or coming out of our friends + loved ones’ mouths. I sure do it! When awareness comes, it’s scary, so I numb it w/_____ (insert your favourite addictive experience here). That’s a human response to what feels like an overwhelming situation. When we become more aware + accept what is, we make better choices.
BRAVA too for realising something is holding you back from doing this thing you think you’re supposed to be doing! Pay attention to those hesitations; they are your body/spirit/mind’s wisdom at work. Maybe this is not your season for interaction. Maybe you realise it’s time to make new friends or move away from family, even if just for a while. I don’t know the answer, but you do. Whatever you want to call the thing at the core of your being KNOWS not to force you to do something. Thank it for protecting you in this way.
Meaningful + healthy change comes when we show ourselves deep compassion. Keep listening to that part of you; tend to it; ask it questions.
Here are some things which help me keep going. I rarely, if ever, am able to do all of the all of the time. That’s cool, because it reminds me rules don’t save us. We can’t do these X things + then demand to Be Neil Josten FINE. Building vitality + resilience happens over time. These are called practices, not Shields Against Fear of What We Cannot Control.
Lean on the basics, returning to them as needed: enough sleep + sound nutrition + water + movement + laughter + silence + nature.
Practice sitting in silence whenever you can. My meditation practice is embarrassingly simple + effective: I set my phone for 10:36 minutes + then settle in whatever place I’m in and start breathing. (The :36 is a quirky number I picked to get situated) I don’t do this daily, use a mantra + or a special cushion. I do it whenever + wherever I need it: on the bus, sitting in a car in more parking lots than I can count, after fights, before tough conversations, when I’m giddy with happiness or sad beyond belief. The effect is cumulative. I started doing this 15 years ago (OMG almost to the day!!!) and it has been a great gift.
Be kind to yourself: always + in all ways. When you hear that cruel internal voice, ask yourself if you would ever say that to a dear friend? If not, change what you say to yourself too. Being kind to ourselves also teaches others how we expect them to treat us. Win win win.
Find ways to create things using your hands simply for the experience of it. I love to cook + eat, so I chop a lot of vegetables and make food I like to eat. I am not particularly good at maintaining a garden, however I love to weed things about 2-3x a year + cut flowers, so I do what I can + enjoy it. Sometimes I write, occasionally I sew. What we do matters little; it’s the act of creating which brings the magic + vitality into our lives.
Learn to make friends with + even enjoy ambiguity. It’s all around us; always has been, always will be. One of my fave profs reminded us to “keep your knees bent” which is her way of saying, be ready to move in any direction or stand still or stand up because you never really know what’s coming your way. That phrase has been really helpful when I get scared about something. (I’m laughing because I’m scared about something rn and I’ve totally forgotten to say this to myself!)
Here’s the link to that fantastic post + findingfeathers’ helpful comments
Okee dokes. Thanks for asking me an important question. I hope you see this + it is helpful. Remember, I’m just a DM away, anon or not.
Love,
Cory
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