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sinswithpleasure · 3 years

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The Playgirl (ft. LOONA's Yves) [Part 1] [Female Reader]

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This was supposed to be a lengthy oneshot, but I wanna have it out as I write, so... here's Part 1! Just so you know, it's futa!Yves, but I won't really mention it until at least Part 3.

Also, this is entirely female reader!

Can be found on AFF and AO3!

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Everyone knows of Ha Sooyoung.

Most know her by her preferred name Yves, but it is the same either way—the people still have her deeply imprinted in the recesses of their minds. After all, who doesn't know of the campus fuckgirl that only goes for girls?

You are no exception to having knowledge of Sooyoung. After all, she is your seatmate for every class you had, and while she is regularly absent, she is a regular hindrance when present. During lectures, she likes to fling paper balls at unsuspecting classmates, flirt with any female classmate or TA, or play games on her mobile phone loudly. The fact that she is your seatmate only makes it worse, considering she has her feet on the table most of the time.

Now you have to tutor her. The bane of your existence. Ha Sooyoung. Yves. Tutor. Tutor her.

Your look of disbelief meeting your professor's determined gaze melts into a sigh of resignation. You know that no amount of whining or pouting would result in a win for you—Yves had the poorest performance, barely scraping through any of her tests, whereas you aced every test given during your course of study. It would only be natural for you to be tutoring her.

Yves flashes a smirk and wink from the front row of the lecture theatre, giving you a two-fingered salute as the professor leaves.

"Hey, babygirl. Guess you're my new tutor."

"Hi." You cannot help but let bitterness seep into your tone, but you bite down on the bullets you wish to fire.

"You don't seem that happy."

"No, but it's fine. Let's get down to business."

"Uh-uh, not today. I've got a party to get to. How about this, give me your phone."

You hesitantly pass her your phone, and she enters her number in.

"Call me." She flashes another smirk and a wink, pushing her hair back. The phone in your hand displays 'yves 💘'.

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When you call Yves, you hear more of the chatter in the background than her voice. However, she is still audible, and that is all you need.

"Hello?"

"Sooyoung. I'll tutor you beginning tomorrow."

"Oh, it's you, babygirl. Sure, see you after class?"

Huh. That was easy.

"Good, please bring along the Calculus textbook—"

Indistinct chatter rings across the line, and you vaguely hear the crowd chanting "Drink! Drink! Drink!" before Yves's voice cuts through the line again.

"Sorry, babygirl, I've got to jet. I ain't gonna win this game of beer pong talkin' to you. See you tomorrow."

Before you can even say anything, the call is cut. You take a deep breath, deciding to let it go. Maybe this would be the only time. After all, innocent until proven guilty, right?

With a long exhale, you throw yourself back into whatever work you were doing.

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When Yves appears after class, she staggers into the classroom, clutching her head.

"Fuck, I shouldn't have drank that much last night."

She crashes on the chair next to you, immediately folding her arms on the table, resting her head on it. Her eyes open blearily when you request for her to take her Calculus textbook out.

"I didn't bring it."

You halt, frustration beginning to build.

"I thought I told you to bring it."

"Well, babygirl, I forgot. Looks like we can't do this today then." Yves rises, staggering towards the door. Repeated calls of her name fall on her deaf ears as she rounds the corner and disappears.

You take a deep breath. Tomorrow.

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[You sent a message:]

Yves

Tomorrow, after class.

[yves💘 sent a message:]

Hey babygirl

I've got a party tomorrow.

[You sent a message:]

You're ditching your grades for a party?

A party in the afternoon?

[yves💘 sent a message:]

Come on, live a little, it's fun to cut loose!

Yeah, I need to go set it up.

Wanna come?

[You sent a message:]

I'd rather spend my time productively, thank you. I expect to see you after class. The same place.

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Yves is absent again from class. Naturally, she is absent from the tutoring session. Every call you make to her goes unanswered throughout the afternoon.

You hate this. It wasn't as if tutoring her was a choice you made—the professor shunted the task to you, even after all your protests and reasoning for why you shouldn't take the job. The impression that she gives off already isn't anything good, and the fact that she actively is wasting your time only pisses you off even more.

The fact that Yves is your seatmate only adds to the frustration. Her shoes are all up in your face, the sounds of her games in your ears, her paper balls all over your table. Everything she did just pissed you off.

When you reach home, you immediately drop a call to Yves. Three rings of the phone is all it takes before she picks up the phone.

"Hey babygirl."

"Don't babygirl me. Where were you this afternoon?"

"I told you, I had a party."

"So you choose to waste my time?"

"Sorry, babe." The lack of sincerity is evident in her voice. "This is clearly more fun."

"You prioritize fun over your grades? Are you trying to fail?"

"Yo, yo, chill, chill! Cut me some slack! Take it easy. I've got time!"

"The final exams are less than half a year away."

"Precisely." Yves's smirk can be heard through the phone. "I have time."

"I don't. Stop wasting my time. Come tomorrow."

"Oh, fiery. Just my type." Yves chuckles, before she pisses you off even further. "I'll see you, just not tomorrow."

"Why not?"

"I'll be busy nursing my hangover. Ciao." The call is cut.

You growl in frustration, squeezing the pen in your hand tightly. How easily she dismisses you only serves to fuel your anger. How could someone give no shits about their future?

Yves was basically the opposite of what you stood for. To you, school was an obligation—something necessary in order to move forward and succeed. This meant that people had to possess the responsibility to keep to this commitment so they could succeed in life. The future is uncertain, so you should make every effort to ensure that you can forge a path that is as certain as it can be.

Yves, however, treated school like a waste of time. To be out having fun mattered more—life and the future is uncertain, so if she could afford the time to live in the moment, then she would take the time to. Why pressure oneself to engineer perfection when imperfection is how the world runs?

This was a constant argument between the both of you when Yves was present in school. On the days she came, you had to fight to pay attention to your professor since the both of you would argue. You hated having to defend your point of view against her, since she was deeply set in her contrasting view. You hate how carefree she is. How is it that someone can live without worrying that much?

When you let your vision focus, you take a deep breath and go back to your work.

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You are ten minutes early for class. Chatter fills the classroom as per usual. When you reach your seat, your ears perk up at a familiar name.

"... you hear Yves took her home last night?"

"... sex … fucked her the whole night … best time of her life …"

You scowl. Even when she wasn't present, you had to hear about her, and even worse, her womanizing and hedonistic lifestyle. Who cares about her?

"Good morning, babygirl."

The bane of your existence appears before your very eyes, leaning over your desk with her signature smirk. You give her a glare, but not before you fail to resist checking her out.

Yes, she is admittedly hot. But insufferable. But hot. Facts are facts.

Her hair slicked back, check. Leather jacket, check. Fishnets and crop top fitting her… appealing chest, check. Tight pants that fit her figure, check. Fuck, she looks so good.

"My eyes are up here." Yves pushes your head up to meet her gaze with a finger. The smug smirk on her face makes you want to slap it off her. "If you want me, all you have to do is ask."

"Why're you here?"

"Someone who places such importance in school doesn't want her seatmate present? I'm hurt, babe."

"Fuck off. Don't touch me." You shift away from her touch, and Yves grins.

"I came to see you, my favourite tutor. You're interesting."

"Put that interest in your studies."

"No, I don't think I will, not when you're this pretty."

You try to fight the blush that appears on your face, but it seems that you fail—Yves's cocky grin only gets bigger when she reclines in her chair, resting her feet on the table.

This is your second year with Yves as a seatmate. The girl next to you somehow managed to scrape past first year, and now here she is, staring at you with an amused smirk, annoying you just as she had since Day 1.

"Y'know, I mean it when I say you're pretty."

"Thank you." You grit your teeth, though how red your face remains betrays your hidden feelings. After all, girls don't really compliment you that often, let alone a hot one like Yves is.

"Mm, you're welcome." Yves smiles, resting her head on her chair. "I'll depend on your tutoring, babygirl. Goodnight."

"You're going to sleep?"

"Yep. I'll just listen attentively to you later, cutie."

"I would prefer it if you paid attention now."

"What, and stare at the prof's ugly mug? Why would I do that when I can take the time to stare at your beautiful face instead?"

"Fuck off."

"Ooh, you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Yves's grin shows how little offense she takes at your rebuttal. "I like you, baby."

You decide to ignore Yves. Ignore how she easily infuriates you. Ignore how hot she is. Ignore the compliments that make heat rise from your cheeks and neck.

Insufferable.

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Yves takes a long time to rise from her slumber. You try to shake her, but Yves remains steadfastly asleep on her chair.

"Yves. Wake up."

"Mmnnngggh."

"Wake up, wake up."

"Five more minutes."

"No." You heave a sigh. "Wake. Up."

"Fine, fine, babygirl. You're such a killjoy."

"Do not 'babygirl' me. Let's start."

You pull out your Calculus textbook. Yves halfheartedly pulls hers out as well, and you flip both books to a summary exercise.

"Do these. I need to know your current ability."

"Only because you're pretty, babygirl." Yves picks up her pen, beginning to work on the questions.

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"How are you getting all these wrong?"

Your tutee shrugs, leaning back on her chair. "Who cares?"

"I do! You're going to fail."

"Aw babygirl, you do care about me."

"Shut the fuck up. There's so much work I need to do with you."

"Meh, whatever." Yves stretches in her chair, leaning back to close her eyes. "Do your magic, tutor. Teach me."

"Fine. Let's begin."

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Both you and Yves part ways at the gate of the campus. After a tense session involving multiple arguments when Yves used more of her phone than to attempt learning anything you were teaching, or when she started to look up girls on Tinder, you gave up and halted the session.

"See you soon, babygirl."

"Fuck you."

"Anytime, babe. You just have to ask."

"Fuck off."

"Calm down. It's not like we don't have time."

"We don't."

"Not with that attitude."

"Fuck your attitude."

Yves only grins when she hears your reply.

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Another tutoring session, another Yves absence. This time, when you call her, you're met with the obscene sounds of Yves engaging in sexual intercourse.

"Hey babygirl."

"Yves. Where are—huh?"

Wet smacks echo loudly through the speaker on your phone. Someone moans on the other side. Regular thumps ring through your speakers.

"I'm a little busy now, baby."

"Wha—what the fuck?"

"As you can hear, I'm busy fucking someone. Bye."

The dial tone that enters your ears almost makes you smash your phone on the table to pieces. You instead settle on smashing your fist against the table instead.

This is the last straw.

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The next time you see Yves, you pin her against the wall. Taken by surprise, Yves finds herself in a position she usually puts others into. Smirking, she relents.

"Didn't take you to be so forward."

"This is the last fucking time I'm taking your shit. I've had it with your constant excuses about parties, or whatever. Now, you choose to go fuck some bitch even when you know you have stuff to do. I'm fucking done. I quit."

"Come on, don't be like that, baby." Yves's cocky grin widens. "Maybe I need some more motivation."

"If having your life planned out isn't motivating enough, nothing will work."

"Oh, but I had this wonderful idea…"

You resist taking the bait, but having Yves pinned against the wall fucks with your judgement.

"What?"

Today, Yves is clad in all black leather. Whatever she's wearing doesn't catch your eye—the fact that your face is so close to Yves's flusters you. The same slicked back hair, scarlet lipstick across her kissable lips, a cocky glint in her eye, catching your gaze before traveling down to your lips, then below…

"I've seen the way you look at me, babygirl. You say you hate me, but all I see in your eyes is lust right now. You want me so bad, don't you?"

"Sh-shut the fuck up." You curse at the slight stutter.

"So how about this? I'll be the best student you'll ever have, and if I ace the exams at the end of the year… hmm."

Yves lets her voice trail off, knowing she has your full attention.

"What the fuck do you want?'

"If I ace the exams, I get to fuck you."

You cannot believe your ears.

"What?"

"I said what I said. I'll be the best student you'll have. I'll ace the exams. And when I do, you'll sleep with me."

"Why the fuck would I say yes to that?"

In an instant, Yves flips you around. Your back is now against the wall, your arms held against your will, held down by Yves's grip. Yves leans in.

"Because you think I'm hot."

You subconsciously lean in when you feel her hot breath on your lips, and Yves leans in as well. Something soft presses against your lips. Instantly, she is off you, smirking.

"See you around babygirl. Don't think about me too much."

So you agree.

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marvelouspeterparker · 4 years

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hi idk if you’re comfortable writing this which is totally fine but what if prof!tom and reader argue about something and then the next day one of them try to make the other jealous and then they have a rough sex and cuddle in the end

i’ll make this the alternate version of this fight but if they were a lil more toxic sjfkdhg

read professor’s sweetheart

you and tom could both be petty, and you both knew this. you just couldn’t help yourself. tom was being irrational and not even trying to listen to you. it’s like he wanted to be right––

so, you decided to take matters into your own hands. you were wearing the shirt that he loved––which also happened to be the one you wore when you shared your first kiss in his office. as soon as you walked into his class, you could feel his eyes piercing you, but you paid him no mind, instead going to the one person he didn’t want you to talk to.

“hi tyler.” you smiled politely, going to sit in the seat next to his for a moment. you really weren’t flirting with him, just asking if he needed any more help with his work. but you knew tom would see and it would only make his blood boil even more––which is exactly what you wanted.

when you were finished talking with him, you walked back over to your seat nonchalantly, taking your sweet time to settle in. you waited until class started to look up, not surprised to find him glaring at you, his jaw clenched. you smirked and crossed your arms, pushing your cleavage together.

during the whole class you could feel your cunt throbbing between your legs, a wet patch on your panties as you thought about what he would to you. no one else could tell that tom was on edge, but you could see that he was practically a ticking time bomb and you were just waiting for him to blow.

tom finally snapped when he noticed you sucking a lollipop. where you had gotten it from, he had no idea. but as soon as you locked eyes with him as you licked a stripe up the candy just as you would his cock, he stood up abruptly.

“right well, i’m feeling a little generous today so i’m going to let you all go early today. but i’m going to be busy taking care of something for a bit so don’t come by my office until later.” your eyes widened as he stared you down, everyone rushing off, a few scattered shouts and thank you’s around the room.

you took your time gathering your things, your lollipop still in your mouth as you walked down the stairs slowly. tom quickly took his bag and the rest of his things, looking you up and down and muttering my office, now before briskly walking past you. you took a deep breath and ran after him, trying to hide how excited you were, hastily throwing the candy away in the bin as you ran out––it honestly didn’t taste that good.

he threw his things down as soon as he stepped into his office, pulling you in and setting your things down before pushing you against the door, locking it as he pressed his lips against your eagerly. the kiss was aggressive, possessive and messy. you were breathing in the same air, bodies pressed up against each other, desperately grabbing each other wherever you could.

“you like pissing me off, sweetheart?” he growled, putting his hand on your neck making you look him in the eye.

you gave him an almost drunken smile, biting your lip. “of course i do, professor.”

his eyes darkened the way you expected and he kissed you roughly, sliding his leg between yours to press his thigh against your clothed core. you moaned and he licked messily into your open mouth, sucking your tongue before biting your lip and moving his kisses along your jaw.

“m’gonna fuck you against this door and cover your mouth if i have to, i don’t care.” you shivered, your thighs clenching around his leg and bent down, taking your shoes off before sliding your pants and your underwear off, leaving your shirt––he really did like it. he lifted your leg onto his shoulder and immediately went to work, stuffing his face between your thighs.

you gasped as he quite literally knocked the air out of you and you grabbed his hair to stable yourself, “oh god––”

he smirked into your heat, flicking his tongue through your folds, hitting all the spots that made your toes curl, his hands gripping you, holding you up and pressing you against the door. “i’m gonna eat my pussy until you’re shaking against this door. got it?”

he didn’t wait for a response before licking into you. with how worked up you were, it didn’t take long for you to reach your peak. your fingers dug into tom’s scalp, making him groan into you, pleasured by the sting. your body convulsed, struggling to stay up, your stomach clenching as your breaths came out in short puffs. “oh my god fuck––”

you gasped once again when his tongue kept going, his arms wrapped around you and locking you in place, his eyes watching you unable to do anything except take the pleasure.

he didn’t stop until you had cum two more times, your eyes barely open, mouth dropped open. he stood up, a smug smirk on his face as he unbuckled his belt, pulling his hard cock out. he turned you around and you pressed your cheek to the door, both hands resting near your head. he whispered in your ear, rubbing his cock through your messy folds. “you think that little boy would fuck you as good as this, hm?”

he slid into you and you moaned breathlessly as his fingers dug into your waist. “n––no one can fuck me like you tommy.” your eyes fluttered shut as he started thrusting into you, clearly pleased by your answer. “i’m all yours.”

“that’s right.” he started to fuck you harder, pressing his body against you. “this pussy is mine.”

you whined as his hands pulled you back into his hips with every thrust, feeling your next orgasm build up already. “does my cock feel good, baby?” you nodded and he chuckled darkly, “so take it like the good girl you are.”

you licked your lips, your mind only focusing on his words, the feeling of his body against yours. you were so sensitive.

he kissed your shoulder, fucking you faster, “think you’re gonna cum again baby, can feel you clenching around me.” he paused and you could hear the smirk in his voice, “i know this pussy well, don’t i?” he laughed when you whined and clenched around him again.

“come on, give it to me. cum all over my cock.” he placed his hand over your mouth and your eyes rolled back, your moans muffled as you came. he grunted still pounding into you just as fast, making your legs tremble until he released inside of you, filling you up. you sighed behind his hand and he pressed his lips to your back to quiet his moans.

his hand slid away from your mouth and down your back. his eyes focused in on where you two were connected, sliding in and out slowly a few times, relishing in the way you whined.

he pulled out slowly and turned you around, kissing you softly. he walked the two of you to the couch, without disconnecting your lips, sitting down and pulling you on top of him.

you placed your hands on his shoulders and pulled away to look at him, a sheepish smile on your face. “hi.”

he licked his lips, looking up at you adoringly. “hi, darling.” he ran his hands up and down your back, under you shirt. “i wasn’t too rough, was i?”

you shook your head, “no,” you kissed him softly and he smiled appreciatively. “i liked it a lot.” you ran your hands up to his hair, smiling when he leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering slightly.

“your next class isn’t for a few hours, right?” when you nodded he went on, “do you wanna stay in here for now? just wanna hold you.”

you smiled, “yeah, but––” you raised yourself and grabbed his cock before slipping him back in, making the both of you sigh, his grip tightening around you. “okay,” you got comfortable and put your head on his shoulder. “now i’m good.”

he kissed your forehead and you looked up at him innocently, making his heart swell. “is this okay?”

he sunk further into to the couch, holding you. “s’perfect.”

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hxseok-honee · 4 years

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peripeteia | how the idiots came to be

okay lets get the easy ones outta the way :

- namjoon and y/n deadass met on the train 1st year it was the most boring meeting of them all

- actually im a liar , she was in a compartment already just minding her damn business when all of a sudden

- a feral “YEET” was heard just outside of her door, followed almost immediately by some first year boy hitting the ground like a high-speed sack of potatoes

- all of his shit was everywhere and he was just face down on the ground not moving at all

- like is he dead or nah

- so y/n opened the door to the compartment and went

- “ARE YOU DEAD OR NAH”

- so he responded by rolling over, in the middle of this train hallway thing, and stared up at her for a second before flashing her this cute ass little smile and said

- “i think the world wants us to be friends”

_____

-ok and then namjoon and hobi met bc theyre roommates

-but hobi was kinda spooky bc hes aggressively smart and namjoons like how the fuck did i not end up in hufflepuff

-but then within the first month of classes they had at least two major nerd battles and a showdown in the courtyard about the politics of whether or not a hot dog is a sandwich

- which actually has never been resolved but its fine they fight about it once a year its healthy for them

- and then hobi met y/n bc one time he came back to his room and she was just sitting there talking to roger,, and namjoon wasnt there so he was like okay are you rogers friends and she was whats a roger and roger really deserves better thats all i gotta say

- and then she said smth to him along the lines of “you got a big mouth bro, how many marshmallows can you fit in that thing”

- and jung hoseok never turns down a challenge

- anyway by the time namjoon [who didnt even invite her there] got back there were marshmallows everywhere and they were both knocked out on the floor and roger was sitting in a corner looking very afraid

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- yoongi and jin met, again, bc roommates

- but yoongi had gifted him a little potted plant as like a “hey we’re gonna be roommates until we leave this place, lets be friends!!” kinda gesture

- and jin was just so confused bc how can one person literally radiate sunshine and warmth

- and he was already a grumpy, sleepy kid so he was like uh thanks im jin?

- and then one time forgot to water the little plant and woke up to yoongi standing over him with a menacing glint in his eye

- he never forgot to water that plant again, its name is Cappuccino and it is doing just fine

- he also actually wasnt a coffee drinker until the middle of first year when he and yoongi really needed to study for an exam but it was 3am and he was ready to fall asleep which is impossible next to yoongi who just breathes naturally produced energy hes like a plant for energy he never sleeps

- so he dragged jin down to the kitchens and convinced a house elf to make jin a coffee

- he convinced her with a plant and his litto gummy smile bc she definitely did not want to give an 11 year old caffeine but she eventually did

- and so CoffeeJin was born

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- so the hufflepuffs actually met the ravenclaw-y/n trio the day of the Hot Dog Showdown

- after some of the profs got tired of seeing these two dummies argue and actually stir up quite the crowd bc this is a very controversial topic, they made everyone get lost

- but jin and yoongi stayed behind and asked the three of them if theyd ever want to get a midnight hot dog snack tg and continue the battle

- so every friday night they would sneak out as a squad of 5 and just sit in the kitchens talking about random shit

- also they had a precise 35 minutes of that time scheduled for whatever food topic they wanted to argue about that week

- jin and y/n still get into it regularly about the “milk or cereal first” question

- and thats how the older kiddies became friends!

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as for the younger babies :

- jimin and tae met on the train

- actually they just battled on the train, they didnt really meet properly until they were both sorted into slytherin

- and by that point they hated each other

- “there can only be ONE troublemaker in this school”

- soooo for about a month into their first year the school was a huge mess of them fighting it out

- and jungkook had gotten caught in the middle of their first train battle so he already knew and kinda liked them even though they were snakes and he was a lion

- he just kinda liked their vibe

- so one night on his way to the kitchens he came across them fighting it out in the corridor and just kinda interrupted with a litto

- “uhm,,,, excuse me--”

- and they were like oh shit its that kid from the train that we definitely exploded a pumpkin onto

- “why dont you guys stop fightng and just work together?? isnt that more fun”

- can you imagine a little jungkook with a big ass coconut head just kind of casually interrupting a battle between two rabid slytherin idiots and suggesting they work TOGETHER

- bc jimin and tae laughed their asses off

- and then they were like wait a minute the coconut has a point

- so basically jk is responsible for their entire relationship not fate im calling it rn

- and they just kept bothering him after that tbh until he said fuck house discrimination im gonna be besties with some slytherins

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- okay before we get to yoonkook lets talk about y/nkook theyre adorable

- they met bc gryffindor but really they met bc y/n was this cool older girl that was never hanging out with anyone in her actual house and instead was friends with a bunch of ppl in other houses

- and jk was a very shy babie before the thing w jimin and tae, so he had a hard time making friends

- and y/n did actually notice this bc he ate alone and did work alone and would only hang out with two troublemaker slytherins from time to time

- so one day she invited him to sit with her and the older bois during lunch and he was like ???? me?????

- so he just sat there with his head down and was like eating quietly and kinda listening to them talk and kinda responding to y/n when shed talk to him but really he was quiet and didnt really look at anyone bc he was like why are these second years asking me to eat w them im scared mom come get me

- and when he was done eating his sandwich he was like ok i should go do hw or smth so he was gonna get up

- but then a little hand reached out and put another sandwich on his plate and then a little voice said “dont leave yet !! you barely ate, and lunch isnt over for a while -- stay and talk to us?” and when he looked up

- oh boy we love a yoonkook meeting

- he was staring at the cUTEST BOY HED EVER SEEN HE ALMOST EXPLODED

- and from that moment on, jungkook was Obsessed

- and kept asking y/n to sit with them during meals so he could talk to yoongi

- so over time he naturally just became one of them

- and then at some point jimin and tae were like he ABANDONED US

- and tried to confront him but it was in the middle of one of jk’s creepy stalking moments so jk just

- took them with him

- that day, yoongi had three stalkers

- and also caught them

-and he was just like “oh hi friend !! and other friends of friend !!”

- and it was so cute that for like a week jimin and tae were ALSO obsessed with yoongi

- but theyre not very sneaky so yoongi kept catching them

- and eventually was like “hey do you guys wanna sit with us at lunch??”

- and thus the group was Born

#peripeteia

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ultraglittercat · 4 years

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Drabble 145

Caroling (AU)

“Oh, I'm so glad we're all going to be doing this together, as a group.” Rapunzel grinned as she buttoned her coat.

“I don't see why we can't just sing at home where the heater is.” Eugene pouted.

“But caroling is a tradition!” Rapunzel argued.

“2 years ago you didn't even know what a tradition was!” Eugene shot back. Seeing Rapunzel's saddened face, he instantly regretted it. Rapunzel had been kidnapped as a baby and spent 18 years in isolation before the cops had been tipped off to her location. As Eugene was the one to call in the tip, he knew very well just how dreary and devoid of joy Rapunzel's childhood had been. “...Look Sunshine, I'm sorry. I know you had a bad experience, and you're just trying to create new, positive memories. I shouldn't have belittled you like that.” Eugene apologized.

Rapunzel nodded and smiled, though it looked a little forced. Eugene had known her long enough to know that a true smile stretched practically from ear-to-ear on her face.

“So uh, why did you pick caroling?” Eugene asked, opening up the car door for her to get in.

“It's very Christmas-y and we're all good singers- except Quirin but we don't tell him that- so I thought it would be good for us.” she explained.

“Good point.” Eugene acknowledged. He hadn't had the best childhood either, but he and Lance had been very active in elementary and high school theater. Eugene had even played the lead role of 'Flynn Rider' in a musical about the charming thief. Some people still called him Flynn, years after he'd quit playing the role.

Eugene was still a big fan of the Flynn Rider book series, but had (reluctantly) accepted that Flynn was meant for a younger audience. One of the things he'd bonded with Varian about had been the teen's love for the Flynn Rider books. He and Lance had tried, with limited success, to get Lance's daughters interested in the series too.

Eugene drove, turning up the radio so Rapunzel could get her voice ready for caroling. It was playing Santa Baby when he reached Lance's house and honked the horn. Lance and the girls came running out. He noticed Catalina wearing Christmas tree earrings. She was a bit more feminine than Kiera, but both girls had a rough-and-tumble side and had to be watched carefully. Eugene saw Kiera bend down as she walked. “If you throw than snowball, you're not getting in my van.” Eugene said sternly.

“Spoilsport.” she pouted and let the powdery snowball roll harmlessly off of her gloves.

“C'mon, Eugene. Remember all the snowball fights we got into as kids?” Lance wheedled.

“I remember running away while you cruelly attacked me!” Eugene recalled. “Who hits people when their backs are turned?”

“Someone who wants to win.” Kiera piped up.

“That's my girl.” Lance said fondly, either not noticing or ignoring Eugene's scowl.

“Hi, Miss Rapunzel. I got new earrings. Wanna see?” Catalina turned her head to the side so Rapunzel could see better.

“Very pretty.” Rapunzel told her.

“Everyone in and buckled up?” Eugene asked.

“Yes!” the group replied, and he pulled out of the driveway.

The ride to Quirin and Varian's home took awhile, so Rapunzel and the girls amused themselves by looking for out of town license plates. Lance had brought some fruitcake with him, that was supposed to be their treat for after caroling, but he was already discreetly nibbling at the corners of it. When they got there, Lance wiped crumbs from his face, as Eugene honked again.

Quirin and Varian walked out, along with Varian's parole officer Cassandra. She didn't look happy, but Eugene supposed that was normal for her. Varian was stomping in the snow, a scowl on his face too.

“Something wrong?” Eugene asked.

“They released grades before winter break.” Quirin answered.

“How am I not the best in class? I come up with the best thesis, do the most research, demonstrate the greatest applicability and I... I get a C- for presentation? Prof. St. Croix says I'm 'not theatrical enough'. Can you believe it?” Varian spun around, and stomped again.

“No, not really.” Eugene admitted.

“And so what if I'm 'not theatrical'? What does that have to do with chemistry?” Varian continued, clearly still wound up. “Meanwhile Fernanda barely does anything, and gets top marks!”

“I know you're upset, kid. But sneaking in and smashing her lab station isn't a good solution. I had to make a lot of phone calls, apologizing on your behalf. It doesn't look good on your record, and stunts like this make me feel like a glorified babysitter. I'm not gonna keep cleaning up your messes.” Cassandra threatened.

“I didn't ask you to.” Varian muttered.

“Varian, please behave. I enrolled you in those classes because I thought you were mature enough to handle it. Don't make me regret placing my trust in you.” Quirin scolded and Varian looked truly ashamed.

“Hey now. That's in the past. I'm sure Goggles is sorry and he won't do it again.” Eugene intervened. Varian nodded, desperate to make amends.

Quirin sighed. “It's just... I thought you already learned this lesson, Varian.” he said.

“I'm sorry, Dad.” Varian whispered.

“...Anyway, we're all here now so why don't we get out of this car and start walking around Old Corona, singing our songs?” Rapunzel suggested.

“Yeah!” cheered Kiera and Catalina.

“What song are we singing first, Raps?” Cassandra asked, genuinely interested. It didn't match her tough demeanor, but Cassandra had a beautiful singing voice and she wasn't shy about showing it off when the situation called for it.

“'Away In A Manger.'” Rapunzel replied. It had been one of the first songs she'd learned, and it was about the Nativity which made it nice and spiritual.

“Good choice.” Cassandra approved.

They knocked on the door of one of Varian's neighbors and a nice couple appeared. “Look Adam! Varian and his friends are caroling!” the woman exclaimed with delight.

“H-hi Katie.” Varian smiled.

“Hello! I'm Rapunzel and I'm here with Varian to sing for you!” Rapunzel added happily. Adam and Katie waited expectantly.

“...Don't just stand there, count us in!” Cassandra hissed at Eugene.

“Ok. 1, and 2, and 3.” Eugene counted and then they all began singing.

“Away in a manger/ no crib for his bed/ the little lord Jesus/ lay down his sweet head...” sang the group. “The stars in the sky/ look down where He lay/ the little lord Jesus/ asleep on the hay...”

Katie and Adam clapped as the group finished. “Wow, most of them are really good.” Adam observed. “Thank you for singing for us. We're truly grateful.”

“Grateful enough to give us some food?” Lance hoped. Eugene gave him an angry look.

“What happened to that fruitcake you had?” Eugene hissed.

“It really wasn't enough for everybody.” Lance insisted.

Katie laughed. “I do have some gingerbread I baked earlier. Let me get you some.” she offered.

“See? The problem took care of itself.” Lance said smugly. Eugene shrugged. He really couldn't stay mad at his friend. They were all together, eating cookies and sharing in the Christmas spirit. Eugene couldn't ask for a nicer holiday (but he might wish for a warmer one! Brrr!)

The End

I can see why these modern AUs are fun! It's kind of interesting to write a version of Cassandra where there is no Zhan Tiri or Moonstone to tempt her into becoming a villain. She still keeps her snark towards Eugene, though!

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The Order S2E02

I’m rewatching The Order for the 4th time and basically just gonna live blog it so if you don’t want to see my blabbering posts about each episode you can block the tag #Rachel obsesses about The Order

2.02

‘there better be some Mr Miyagi-style lesson behind all of this” “There’s not, it’s just cleaning.”

Midnight is an angry mother fucker

‘we’ve lost our greatest asset’ ‘our youthful optimism?”

personally i would not take a free kombucha, or any kombucha

mummified…. now, how do you explain that one away?

war-wolves or were-locks, which is your fave? I say were-locks sounds cooler

Jack just fucking tossing the mop makes me laugh so much

The other chapters and the adepti would be so cool to learn more about!! especially the adepti!

“Ham Sandwich”

I appreciate that everybody is totally chill about the gay, nobody makes a big deal about Lilith being into another girl

‘could be worse’ ‘could be Gabrielle’ **visual disgust** **gags** **shudders**

Jack just grabs Randall by the hair drags him away

still nobody gets ID’d at this bar, ever

Prof. Foley is already suspicious and weird “i’m sure as hell not inciting anyone. if any of you go to the chancellor and say otherwise i will bury your academic standing so fast you’ll need a dowsing rod to find it“ a teacher should not be saying shit like that to students???

‘what i did was save your life’ hmmmmmm no not exactly, you wiped their memory and stole their stuff

okay but the actress playing Lilith would be a dope Velma in Scooby Doo

“Totally cliched. i think that’s the plot of a Katherine Hiegel film”

Jack is like a kid in a magic candy store

“i wish i knew my major” college problems am i right?

“don’t touch anything” **Jack touches everything immediately** “i said don’t touch anything!” “i didn’t!”

Alyssa calling Jack a hypocrite is a goddamn joke

Jack is so totally nonchalant “i know, i have been here before” as if it’s not super cool being in the collective unconscious

Prof Clarke was a pretty cool dude, too bad he died but he makes a good spiritual guide

“Amir and i have a bet going that you’ll never figure it out”

“ooh, shiny!” adorable Randall is adorable

he puts the cauldron on his head

“dude you totally have to transform! what if you become some kind of kick ass two headed war-wolf!”

DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT

“Oh yeah i totally forgot to tell you, don’t transform it’ll only accelerate your death”

“so are all of our conversations going to be annoyingly elliptical riddles?”

i think that might be one of the books my friend designed!!!

‘the wrong hands’ would be anyone who murders people just for kicks???????

“some people become dentists. others become magic cops” I WANNA BE A MAGIC COP

“oh my god, i am so glad that i killed you”

“what kind of idiot leaves flowers at an unmarked grave”

“WEREWOLF ON CAMPUS, I’d totally watch that show” is that a reference to BIG WOLF ON CAMPUS!?!??!?!?!

i really hope it was actually a reference because i love Big Wolf on Campus so much.

The Knights getting every single memory back in all those crazy flashes is one of the best things to ever happen on this show

PRIME BEEF

this poor guy stuck in the wall :( Jack just slits his throat

“Alyssa, it’s Jack. No I’m not calling to argue.”

Gabrielle being a psychology major so she can ‘learn how to identify her opponents weaknesses’ makes a lot of sense. she’s kind of an evil bitch, but she’s smart

the strength of a wolf and the mercy of a human

“look me up when you’re back, we’ll go check out the dinosaurs” the collective unconscious must be So. Cool.

This whole moment is Perfect.

“how Jack got his Silver-back. Silver-back by popular demand.” “I bet you’d live because I believe in you. Johann Sebastian Silver-bach” “I bet against you because I’m a cynic” “Silver-Back to the Future”

The way that Jack says “Thank you thank you, I’m sorry.” sweet soft boi

#rachel obsesses about The Order #the order #personal #mine

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arya-skywalker · 4 years

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Behind the Mask

Deceit College AU Part 3

Dee glanced from his phone to the number on the door and back then his phone, refreshing the page with his schedule. Yes, this was the right room. Yes, this was the right day. Yes, class started in four minutes.

He sighed and entered the room, picking a seat close to the door, second row from the front. Hopefully someone short would sit in front of him. He took out his laptop and opened up a few tabs— one for social media, one for email, one for the school homepage, one for taking notes, arranging it so the notes would take up half the page. A few other students wandered in, but he ignored them for the time being.

Until someone just had to burst through inside with enough force to slam the door against the wall. “I brought Starbucks!” Remy announced, setting a couple trays of coffee on the table before digging out a crumpled bag of pastries. “Enjoy, babes! Happy first day of class. Maybe sure prof-dude knows it was me who brought it, no strings attached.” He flashed a grin and plopped down in the chair next to Dee. “Oh hai! Didn’t know you were in this class, Dee. But there’s a caramel cappuccino with your name on it— extra cream, hold the sugar, three squirts of caramel, two shots of vanilla, and java chips on top,” he said with a wink, slurping his own drink through the straw.

“If you didn’t know I was in the class, why bother with that specific drink?” Dee rolled his eyes, but got up to grab the coffee before anyone else could steal it. After peeking into the bag of sweets, he picked out a vanilla scone and returned to his seat. “Bribing your way to victory again? You know it never works.”

“Nu-uh! It worked that one time,” Remy countered. “In first year experience.”

“Oh please. That class is a joke! All you do is talk about feelings and watch tutorials on technology everyone already knows how to use.” Dee sipped at his drink and nibbled at the scone, careful not to make a mess.

Before Remy could argue further, the professor entered and started fiddling with the projector. “Good morning, class. While I wrestle this dinosaur into submission, please take out a device capable of accessing the internet and go to the link I emailed you all last night. If you did not receive said email, please speak now.”

“Professor Logan, Sir! I brought breakfast,” Remy boasted.

Logan blinked and looked at the table, seeming to notice the treats for the first time. “Oh. That’s very kind of you,” he said, “but I am not hungry at the moment. Everyone else, feel free to help yourself.”

Dee rolled his eyes. “Told you it wouldn’t work,” he muttered, checking his email and going to the link.

The professor was still talking. “Now, since the school’s default online portal is an inefficient ineffective GUI nightmare, we will be using Classroom. Your school email login should work just fine. Put in this code...” Logan squinted at the screen and glanced at the projection. “... as soon as it appears. Keep calm, carry on.”

“Oh god. He’s one of those profs that try to be cool and ‘hip’,” Dee grumbled, smirking once he saw Remy choke on his his drink in a fit of laughter.

Someone stumbled through the door, panting. “Sorry I’m late! I slept in and I didn’t realize that this class started so early and it took me forever to find the room because this campus is a maze— amazing really!— but super confusing so I got lost and went in circles until I realized I was in the wrong building! Then I found this building and.....”

Dee stared at the chatterbox of a freshman. *Will he ever shut up? God he looks like a loser. Are those rainbow braces? Who still wears braces in college?*

Logan cleared his throat to stop the babbling nonsense still flowing from the fool. “You’re not late at all. Please take a seat,” he said.

“Oh.” The freshman deflated, then giggled nervously. “Right.” He glanced around, then hesitantly approached the seat in front of Dee. “Is this seat taken?”

Dee blinked and shook his head. *No, it’s not taken. No, don’t sit there—!* He opened his mouth to say so, but the freshman had already flopped into the chair and started digging around in his ridiculously-large backpack.

“Oh and I’m Patton! I’m new here. It’s a really nice campus,” the freshman chattered on, then turned and awkwardly reached over his shoulder as if to shake his hand.

“Dee. Just Dee.” He didn’t shake the offered hand, bracing himself for the inevitable—

“Nice to meet you!” Then Patton’s big blue eyes widened and his mouth gaped open. “Ohmygosh I love your makeup! It’s so cool! Do you like theater?”

Dee plastered a smile on his face, clenching his hand into a fist under his desk. *Makeup. Shit is it slipping? Or does he think the scars are fake? Fuck fuck fuck.....*

“Dee,” Remy whispered. “He says he likes it. Don’t—“

Too late, the freshman realized his mistake. “Oh. I’m sorry. Did I say something wrong? I didn’t mean anything bad! I really do like it. It’s really unique!”

“Shut. Up.” Dee shot to his feet and stumbled over his chair. “I-I’ll be back. Remy, take notes if I miss shit.” He fled to the restroom without looking back, not stopping until he was in front of a mirror in the boy’s room.

He clung to the sink with his gloved hands, closing his eyes as he caught his breath. The room was spinning. Obviously it was spinning— he hadn’t run that fast since freshman year.

Once his breathing was under control, he turned his attention to his reflection. To his hideously scarred face, barely hidden under layers of makeup. He took off his right glove and traced the faded line across his left cheek, the vague splotches of his birthmarks mixed with burn scars. “Fuck.” He closed his eyes again.

“Dee-Dee?” Remus was there.

*When did Remus get here?!*

“Not now, Remus!” Dee snapped, tightening his grip on the sink.

“You look like shit. Need me to beat someone up?” Remus’s signature footsteps came closer.

“No. Maybe. I don’t know. Just... help me fix my makeup if you have a minute.” Dee swept his hair out his eyes and turned to face him, hoping his eyes weren’t too red.

Remus’s mouth formed a silent “o” of understanding. He nodded and dropped his bag, rummaging through it for his makeup kit. “Want something fancier? Or just a new foundation?”

“Whatever you want. I don’t care.” Dee groaned and rubbed his face. “But nothing crazy! Just foundation. Perhaps a bit of contour. Darken up the eyeshadow if you want.”

Remus giggled. “Awww c’mon, Dee-Dee! Don’t you trust me?”

“I am not currently in a very trusting mood.” His voice was ice.

“Oh. Right. Never mind.” Remus eventually took out a large makeup kit. “Take a seat and I’ll see what I can do.”

Dee hesitated, searching for somewhere clean to sit. He shrugged and climbed up to perch on the windowsill.

Remus hummed to himself and began the process. “Stay still, Dee-Dee. Close your eyes and keep your mouth shut until I’m done.”

Dee didn’t argue. Remus was better at makeup than he was. *He better be sober.... This is not the time for games.*

Finally, the brushes stopped tickling his face. “Ta-da! All done,” Remus boasted. “Take a look! Tell me if ya want anything changed.”

Dee opened his eyes and hopped down, walking over to a mirror and staring at his reflection. The scars were covered as much as they could be, albeit with a slightly-paler foundation. A hint of silvery jade eyeshadow and black eyeliner made his blue and green eyes pop. A touch of blush on his cheeks so he wouldn’t look sickly. Rusty-red lipstick that glittered in the light.

“Thank you, Remus. It’s perfect,” he said, forcing a smile.

Remus clapped his hands and grinned ear-to-ear. “Yay! Happy to help,” he said, then put away his makeup kit. “Now.... you wanna talk about what happened?”

Dee took off his gloves and washed his hands, using the distraction to gather his thoughts. “Just a stupid freshman,” he said after drying his hands and putting his gloves back on. “I’m fine, really.”

“You gonna go back to class? Or wanna skip with me? You know I can always beat him to a pulp for ya.”

“My things are still in the classroom,” Dee muttered, rubbing the back of his ear. He sighed and checked his watch, doing a few quick calculations. “Half an hour left of class. I’ll skip twenty minutes. And no, don’t beat anyone up. Yet.”

Remus grinned. “Great! Let’s go!” He grabbed Dee’s hand and dragged him outside.

Dee grunted as he tried to find his feet, then chuckled and jogged after Remus. As long as they didn’t get drunk or high, whatever Remus had in mind would be fine.

#sanders sides #remus sanders #deceit sanders #patton sanders #remy sleep #sanders sides fanfic #my writing #fanfic #college au #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic remus

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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743

Name something that you saw within the past week that made you smile: A local celebrity posted the very first photo of her newborn on her Instagram and tbh it was something we’ve all just been lowkey waiting for because that couple is super attractive and stylish and we’ve always wanted to see how the kid would look like. Simply put, the baby is the cutest ever and she’s so pretty and gah she just looks like such an angel. Name something within the past week that made you frown: There’s been a lot of upsetting stuff on the news, but the worst has been when policemen shot a man that they thought was going to pull out a gun. Turned out that said man was 1) pulling out a water bottle and 2) a former soldier suffering from PTSD and the standoff was actually greatly upsetting him. Welcome to the Philippines where the police are still hellbent on using their guns in the middle of a public health crisis. Name somebody who you wish would cut you a break sometimes: My mom always has something to criticize about me. Name somebody you know who deserves a better life than they have: Andrew. I don’t want to share their life story on here but suffice it to say it’s been a lot and it’s been rough, and they deserve a goddamn break. Name something you own that has high sentimental value: Probably the tickets to the first museum Gabie and I went to together, six years ago. Museum dates have long been my dream date and that was one amazing day, so I'm really glad I made the decision to keep it.

Name something that you hope is different by this time next year: Obviously the virus being gone but also the terms that are in place for now because of it, like halting foreign travel or not being able to go to the mall. Name something that you're good at but don't like: Arguing or confrontation. I can come up with good arguments and I pride myself on being able to speak well whether publicly or not; and in fact my parents have always asked me why I never took up debate or if I have any interest in pursuing law – but I actually hate it. I hate the ever-looming possibility of suddenly not knowing how to respond or rebut; plus the very nature of two clashing sides simply stresses me out. Name something that you're bad at but DO like: Singing, at least when I’m alone in my car. Also baking! I find it really fun but I always have to bake with someone who’s more experienced than I am. Name something that you like about the person you argue most with: She’s very organized and can make anything clean and spotless no matter how dirty and stained they’ve gotten. Name something that you strongly believe in: That the world will eventually be a lot kinder to LGBT couples with families. I have to believe in it; I want the world to be gentle to my kids. One day at a time, folks. Name something was funny to you but not to anybody else: Idk man, if it isn’t funny to anyone else it’s probably offensive. Name somebody who has tried to help you and ended up hurting you: My mom’s love languages seem to be criticism and a lot of tough love. Long story short, they are not mine. Name something that you had to learn the hard way: No matter how nice you are to everyone, there’ll always be people who will remain extremely cold and shitty for absolutely no reason and you can’t blame or be upset with them if that’s just the way they are. I learned this in PE class when I forgot to follow a certain instruction and I personally went to the coach to apologize, but she literally turned her back on me and completely ignored me. I wasn’t used to such a treatment so I vented to Angela about it after and told her how unfair I felt it was, but I understood it after she told me that no matter how much Catholic school (and common sense, tbh) taught us to have good manners and greet everyone we see and be nice and polite, none of that shit will always matter in the real world, when we get thrown in the mix with people who now come from different, sometimes rougher backgrounds. Name a date that has a lot of significance to you: March 16. It’s the birthday we made up for Kimi. Name something that you didn't like when you were younger but like now: Chicken curry. I found the flavor too strong when I was a kid, but I had no idea Indian food was gonna end up being my favorite cuisine when I got older lol. Name something that you liked when you were younger but don't like now: I’d say Spongebob? To this day I’ll still only watch the episodes I grew up seeing but I can’t bother with the newer seasons. The way they are drawn is too different and unfamiliar, the humor isn’t the same anymore, and they’ve introduced so many third-party characters it’s hard to keep track. I’ll always give it a lot of credit for being a very important part of my childhood though. Name something in your life that was a blessing in disguise: Deciding to skip out on joining my current org in freshie year. I joined the year after and the batch I turned out to be a part of was the biggest applicant batch for the org in recent memory, and all my closest friends in college have been from that batch, like JM, Laurice, Aya, Jo, Kate, Jum, and Hannah. Name something that you've done that would be considered rebellious: I didn’t submit a single final project for home economics in 6th grade. That year’s home ec was focused on embroidery, sewing, and crocheting and I just didn’t give a shit about all three back then. I still have no clue how I left that class with a mark of 91. Name something that you wish you never found out: If it’s something I wish I never found out it means it greatly upset me, and I don’t wanna go racking my brain for stuff that greatly upset or triggered me. Name something that you dislike about the majority of girls: Not majority anymore but some girls will still have the let’s-pit-these-two-women-against-each-other mindset and it’s just so old now. Name something you like about the majority of guys: I don’t think there’s one. Name something you wish you had enough money to do: Keep traveling, durrrr. Name something that you wish you could say to somebody: I had very high expectations for you as a prof but your response to the virus re: online classes has been disappointing to say the least. To think we all thought you cared for students’ welfare. Name something that you wish somebody would say to you: That they were gonna come over to my place in a bit. Name something that you wish you had the ability to fix: I wish I had enough money to go ahead and fix the stuff that that piece of shit Jeff Bezos and other selfish billionaires are too lazy to fix, like ending world hunger or providing clean water. I’m feeling so strongly about that now after seeing this amazing infograph someone made about just how much money he has. Name something "bad" you've done on purpose to somebody else: I was feeling petty on the first Sunday that my mom made our entire family sit around her phone to watch a livestream of a mass, so before it started I made sure I had Netflix (which HOOOOOGS bandwidth) turned on both my laptop and phone. The stream ended up being shitty and skipped a lot of parts of the mass. Definitely wasn’t the best daughter that day and even I was surprised at whatever came over me for me to do something that mischievous. I never did it again lmao. Name something you could never forgive a person for: If they abused their pet. Name something you're lucky to have: My dog.

#survey #surveys

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scandeniall · 4 years

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ri’s self ship

Self ship tag:

Listen I was tagged by mother Sam @samwrights almost 3 weeks ago and this shitshow has been sitting in my notes since then. To the point where the original tag is long gone in my notifications so I cant even the low it 😭

Anyways let me clear this out and say I ship me with my original number one hq boy: Kuroo

Alrighty eye suppose

Ok so me and kuroo most definitely met our first year of college. First day of class in some random ass gen ed like history yeah that works. And y’all know how profs be like “get to know the person next to you and exchange numbers.” Now I’m like—- wow he’s hot but I know how to play it cool. Anyways so we do a quick intro and then he complements my hair

“I like the decorations,” and I do my general awkward but friendly laugh and say thanks. Anyways that’s how it starts. We finish that awkward ice breaker where it’s like “tell your neighbor why you’re taking this class” and bc we’re both sarcastic dummies it’s like “bro cause it’s fucking required”

Anyways it’s now class two and I’m one of them bitches who gets to class early (in the beginning of the year) bc I like picking my seat. So the seat I picked was in the middle row off near the end on the first day so I sit there again and then kuroo comes back and I’m shook bc i didn’t expect him to sit back there. /Alright so ima use an example of how I met one of my guy friends this past year/ so let’s say this is one of them annoying ass classes where there’s like some mini assignment due every class. So kuroo suggests how about we take turns doing the assignment and sending the other the answers. And I’m like yeah ok I could use that break every other day. So yes that’s how we get each other’s numbers

So that’s basically how the first half of the semester goes. Over time we both make some slight convo with other ppl in our class around us but still sit our unassigned assigned seats next to each other. But now it’s nearing midterms. And at this point yeah I dont come to class early anymore like I’m there like 5 minutes before but history class bro kuroo always makes sure a seat next to him is saved bc at this point he knows I’m like rushing.

Anyways I nearly knock him out with my big ass bag as i squeeze past him in these tight ass aisles and he’s all dramatic saying I’m trying to kill him and got me laughing but also frantically apologizing. Anyways he’s like “yo do you wanna study for this exam together.” I love friends but I’m actually so shy so I say yeah and we make a plan. We’re gonna link like 3 times before the exam next week. The first time being that same night.

Alright so we go about the rest of our day until it’s like 8pm and we’re both done with our own other club commitments and stuff so I’m like walking around the library looking for him slightly nervous bc attractive ppl make me nervous and we’re meeting up for the first time outside of class. I walk around in a circle like 3 times until his y’all ass pop up behind me (note I’m 5’0). “Didn’t see you there” and I’m one of them bitches that be like “woooooooow ok”

Anyways we find a little table in the back of the crowded library and yeah the first 20 minutes were not doing shit. We pull out our laptops and notes but really we’re just talking. He’s the type to as you about your day and since I’m like perpetually tired I’m like “yeah I’m ready for bed I just got out of a meeting and it was sooooo long.” And then we actually kinda find out one another’s campus involvements and he finds out I’m in a retail and food club and I find out he plays for the intermural volleyball team and his a science loser

Anyways yeah from there our friendship blooms and continues on into the following semester where we sign up for another two gen eds together and I end up meeting his old high school friend y’all and watching them mfs argue is the funniest shit. I’m always catching their dumb arguments on Snapchat

Yeah let’s fast forward to our junior years. Over the past 2 years our friendship grew from platonic to just flirtatious friends and by now we’re flirtatious friends whose touches linger just a lil longer to be platonic. By this time we’re both living in apartment buildings (it ended up being the same one) and are both hella busy with upper level classes and both have like 5 campus involvements plus jobs.

Whenever we see each other one of us is always like half dead. But we still find time to hangout even though it’s mostly at one of our apartments. Since we live in the same building and kuroo is in a bigger 3 bedroom over my 2 I tend to go upstairs to his more often.

So Its like 9pm on a Thursday night and i don’t have Friday classes and I’m finally home for the day and as soon as i shower put in my comfy sweats, wipe off my eyebrows and put on and bonnet here comes kuroo FaceTiming me. Yes we’re at the point in our friendship where we only answer with half of our faces. “You don’t have any other friends come keep me company”

Bc he’s hit and my friend I’m like yeah whatever and go up the 2 floors to his place and he’s literally at his desk doing homework. “You made me get out of bed to watch you do homework” and he just does that stupid smirk before telling me I can just chill on his bed. So listen I think he’s the type to keep his room fucking freezing so I’m like getting under his covers and he asks me to play dj.

Now ok my music taste is all over the place but my main genre is rnb so yeah. Kuroo knows this and over the years I put him on to a lot of it so yeah I’m gonna turn on Brent faiyaz and he’s just over at his desk working and vibing. He tells me he likes my music taste (and bc I throw in a lil bit of everything for him)

As two Scorpio’s were both used to lowkey subtly making people do what we want them to do. So like it’s the cat and mouse type game with us and we keep tryna make the other person take it further

We don’t even know when we start dating shit it’s just one day “y’all dating?” “Yeah” so much for an anniversary date

I’d hang out with him way too much bc my lack of friends is sickening. And I like doing random shit so let’s go to the park at 3am and hope we don’t get in trouble

I’m hungry at 3am let’s go a store that’s open 24 hours and deliriously roam the half stocked aisles

At this point kuroo just invites himself over on my Sunday wash days bc he knows that shit is gonna taken hours. ESPECIALLY when I’m taking my braids out

Kuroo the type of bf to help me take my braids out and not be completely grossed out at the dirt residue from the hair style. “Baby what if I put this under a microscope” yeah he’s disgusting though

He’s also the bf to try and help me detangling every time but my scalp is v sensitive so at some point I’m just like “yeah I’m gonna need you to STOP”

We’re both chaotic is this even a relationship or are we just besties? I’m that annoying friend that tries to record everything but he’s so tall in comparison to me that he gets cut off the camera half the time

We’re both annoying and stay ready with witty comebacks so we playfully bicker way too much but it’s fun and we’re still inseparable

Idk what I’m doing here so ima end and sum up and say kuroo best boy. Best boy also dates and is your best friend and that is LITERALLY my vibe 110%

idk im very late to this trend so um i tag anyone who wants to do this

#ri rambles #this is terrible and i literally did zero editing and i hope its coherent #im not good at shipping myself smh i need to be objective #is this going on my masterlist? girl idk

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hegglespeggles · 4 years

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How to write an essay you could not care less about in 10 steps

Hello. I have an essay to write.

I am also, (unfortunately) the kind of lazy, apathetic burnout who will only do my FUCKING work if I get really worked up. Usually that ends up meaning all of my papers are spite-fuelled tirades but my profs seem to like them so fine. I hope you find this particular raging tirade useful.

Today, I would like to educate the 4 of you that will actually see this on a fine art I have perfected over the years. Writing a paper, about which, you do not give a single, solitary, crumb of a fuck about. This is (you may have guessed) and excellent way for me to procrastinate doing a paper that *I* do not give a single solitary crumb of a fuck about. For best results, I recommend doing this NIGHT-BEFORE-PANIC like, a week in advance so you can fix all the NONSENSE that your more reasonable brain will undoubtedly find. But if it’s the night before and you are shit outta luck, this will get ‘er done. And with practice, you can even pull good grades outta these bitches.

Dissociating? I gotchu. Woke up the day of the deadline to feel like absolute utter garbage? Search no more friends.

FAILING GRADES ARE BETTER THAN ZEROS JUST FUCKIN DOOOOOO ITTTT

1. Go get the prompt.

I fucking mean it. Even if you are like 1000% sure you know what the prompt is asking, go to the FUCKING assignment, and copy that shit into your word document. Got the assignment on paper? TYPE THAT SHIT UP MOTHERFUCKER.

(Do you see what I fucking have to deal with)

Boom?

BOOM.

Congratulations, you now have a document, and whats more, there are WORDS in it!! You aren’t starting from scratch anymore kiddo. Fringe benefit, you always know EXACTLY what the assignment wants because its fucking Staring You Down. Not saying you have to do exactly as it says, mama didn’t raise no BITCH and I aint scared of fuckin CALLING PROFS OUT but if you wanna break the rules you gotta know what they are first

(Disclaimer: I have also been kicked out of class on numerous occasions for fighting with the prof and had full classes where the lecture WAS me arguing so maybe take my opinions of conformity with a grain of salt.)

2. Math THE FIRST

I know, this is an essay and not a fucking calculus test. But some of this shit is USEFUL OKAY

Take the paper in question. How long does it have to be? Mine is 5 pages. A page is generally accepted to be 250 words (double spaced because we FUCKING LOVE OURSELVES) so 5 x 250 = 1250 wds. That’s the goal. That’s the pinnacle. That’s your new holy grail.

Time to split this bitch up

3. Yarrrrrr, CONTENT

And finally, we get to the part that is the reason why you are being an absolute bitch baby about this essay (maybe. I might be projecting. Your life is your life and im sure youre doing your best.) I Hate this part, but now with our magic number we don’t need to pull 5 pages out of the ether.

This part really requires you to know your vibe. Is this something that you have a lot of little opinions (read: evidence) about or like, only 2 or 3 big bois? Look deep into your soul and figure out which is the easiest for you to shit out, a rant or a list. a great way to do this is to WRITE ANYTHING YOU GOT OUT

Here you can see I’ve put all of the thoughts I have about the question into a list, slapped some standard “opening” and “closing” shit around it so I can FUCKING FIND IT AGAIN and given it a good hard look. Whats the common thread in all of my opinions? That the prompt is fucking stupid and makes no sense is asking 2 different questions. Congratulations: you found your thesis. This essay, like many of my essays, bears the thesis “this is a weird question to be asking” (which falls under my broader category of “bitches aint shit” essays.)

Congratulations you have the bare bones of your skeleton.

4. MATH THE SECOND

The magic number returns. All hail our glorious leader. 1250 right?

So heres how I break this down. Break off a small chunk at the beginning. For this essay im gonna split off the 250. Split that baby in half. Congratulations, now you have a word count on your opening and closing. Personally, I know I like a lil extra space at the end to get all ranty, so Imma split this puppy up 100 for my opening and 150 for the closing. WARNING: You will think that you will be able to write enough in your opening and closing to take up lots of space. You will feel the urge to give them both the same amount of words that you give your points. This is misguided and foolish. Not only will you 1) not be able to do it but 2) even if you did, that’s like getting a sandwich which is all bread. No one wants that. Don’t be that dude. Fight the urge.

RIGHT SO. We’re still left on the other 1000 words.

If you have an idea that like, is bigger than the others, go ahead and give that puppy more of the word count than the others, fractions are your friend here and you wanna think about how much of your final product each of these babies will be. If you, like me, are an utter buffoon with no clue what youre doing, open your calculator up. Divide the remaining word count by the number of points you have. Congratulations. Youre doing the essaying.

If this is enough to get you started, GREAT! See you at step seven. BEFORE YOU GO I would like to give you this tip

5. CITE YOUR INFORMATION AS YOU ADD IT IN.

It doesn’t need to be a full citation, just literally a footnote with something that will help you remember where its from and for the love of god WHAT PAGE IT IS ON. The you of 3 hours from now will thank you.

6. Filling in the skeleton

I don’t know about you, but I cant exactly riff off of a single sentence. Like, I know what the VIBE of my point is, but like, I cant pull it out of a hat. The name of the game here is whittling down your arguments into thinner and thinner chunks that are easier and easier to bullshit. This is how you avoid that “burning building found in flames during Brooklyn fire” bullshit that memes. You don’t wanna meme. You wanna pass. So, figure out what the things you are gonna say and in each bit, keep track of how many words you are gonna write. EITHER

a) You put how many words you think you can write on any point beside the point as you go and just keep developing points and shuffling word counts around until it matches the total for that section

b) You evenly breakup the word count between all the points and keep breaking them down until you look at a subject and a word count and go “yeah that’s doable. I can do that.”

I prefer the second so LEGGO.

Ta-Da!

7. Write ‘er up

Ahhh glad to see we’re all back together again. Try-hards who can ACTUALLY bullshit papers, glad to see you’ve rejoined us! This is the part where you take all that shit you’ve broken up into nice little chunks and you turn it into something worth reading. You can do it. I believe in you. Try and keep your citations in place.

I like to do this as a question answer thingy, like an exam, so halfway through writing mine is gonna look like this

The handy part about the numbers is that it gives you a frame of reference for how your bullshit is going. Realized you had a lot more to say here than you thought? Dope! Less bullshit somewhere else, take it out of a weaker point. This point didn’t give as much as you thought it would? Split the difference elsewhere! This way you have checkpoints and you can see how your essay is going

And then you can go ahead and delete your skeleton work. Its time. Its served you well. For extra drama, whisper menacing nothings to it as you send it into the darkness. Personal favourites include “no one will mourn you,” “your fate belongs to me,” and “so this is what you have come to”

8. Citations

Theres like a million ways out there to find out how to do your citations and its gonna depend on what kind of a paper you are writing. I use Chicago most of the time, including here. My advice? Use a site like, bib.me or something to do your bibliography, and then plaster that in the bottom of your document. Use that as the building blocks to do your footnotes. Let Purdue Owl be your guide. Purdue Owl Style Guide Is A Mighty Friend Indeed.

Also your welcome for that, “putting the page numbers in as you put the info in” shit. That took me alarmingly long to figure out. It’s a wonder theyre giving me a degree.

9. Proofread that shit, ya bougie bitch.

If you wanna be time effective, getting a friend to proofread while you do your citations is a great way to go. If you have a few days, put your paper away and come back to it. If you are out of friends and time then https://www.paperrater.com/ is your last hope.

10. Slap a title page on that shit and GET IT SUBMITTED

No joke, I have been using the same template for a coverpage all through highschool and my undergrad. There is only one title page and every time I write an essay I take the title page from the last paper I wrote. There is no beginning. Only title page. Title? Topic of paper: point of paper. For example, If I had to title this screed I’d call it Essay Writing: An exploration of mediocrity. slap the date and your name and the course and instructor on there and BAM. YA DONE.

Anyway submit that shit an go to bed youre done goodnight

EPILOGUE

I’ve gotten this essay back, and when I wrote it, I was barely a human being. Barely capable of human speech let alone a coherent argument. I would forget the end of the sentence by the time I typed out the beginning. But I still for a 70%! is it the best mark I’ve ever gotten? no! but it is a hell of a lot better than the 0% I would have gotten if i hadnt done this. I get it. And i hope this helps.

#mine #my stuff #studyblr #essaywriting #musicblr #game of thrones #study motivation #study #academic

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flannelpunkcalum · 6 years

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Aw I’m glad i made u smile. Here’s my 2nd request based off of a day dream. So the girl & Luke are 2 months in the relationship so it’s fresh & one day, she was exhausted from college work, and he asked her nicely if she wanted to take a shower together to relax, she was shy of course so he was okay with them being in their underwear cuz it’s their first, and they just keep talking about their day and washing each others hair and body and then cuddling+talking more cute fluff omg I’m excited!💛

Sorry for the wait! I hope it’s alright. Obviously I’m not gonna be able to do a daydream justice, since that’s like a very specific and personal and beautiful thing, but I hope this is kinda what you’re after!

“I thought you said reading week was a vacation.”

Y/N looked up at her boyfriend, pouting at her across the kitchen table. “I said it was /supposed/ to be a vacation. Someone forgot to inform my profs of that. I’ve got two essays and a lab report due when I get back, I wanna at least get one of them finished today while the boys are out. Baby, I’m sorry-”

Luke whined.

“-just give me another hour and I promise I’ll take a lunch break then.” She finished, reaching over to touch his hand. He mustered up a cute little smile for just for her, leaving his hand in her reach until she pulled it away to start typing again.

Y/N felt a little bad for it. Here she was, in a lake house somewhere tucked away in Cali with her incredible boyfriend and his band, and all she could focus on was the themes of justice in The Tempest and how that reflected relevant laws in Elizabethan society and what the hell Willy Shakes meant by all that. It’s given her a headache. “English was a mistake, you know that?”

“Too bad you’re so damn good at it, huh.” Luke teased, tapping her shin lightly with his foot under the table.

“Yeah, it’s real unfortunate.”

It was quiet for a long minute. Y/N had never really been on a vacation like this, not with Luke, not with anything. It was incredible, the way she was conscious of the pines outside even while her eyes were fixed on her laptop screen. Ashton had said “rustic luxury” about thirty times in the past few days, but he was right - it was right on the water, had a cute little showerhead outside and the biggest tub inside that Y/N had ever seen. Massive couches, reclaimed wood everywhere - she’d have posted about it about thirty times on Instagram if Ashton hadn’t insisted on a social media cleanse.

Anyway.

Luke had been leafing through a paperback some other renter had left behind, but after a moment he huffed a breath out through his nose and stood up. “D’you want me to make you another coffee?”

“I’m alright, thanks.” More coffee would have just given her the jitters.

He didn’t seem to like that answer, and he mooched his way a little closer to her. “Can you move to the couch? I wanna hold you.”

Y/N couldn’t pretend the words didn’t leave a little swoop in her belly. This was still pretty new - her and Luke - and every time he reached out to her she could feel herself fall a little more. Still, this essay was like 20% of her grade, she had to focus. “If I sit down with you you’re gonna try and kiss me until I lose focus. After lunch, okay? I promise.”

Luke sighed again and this time it sounded a little less comical. She’d told him he could go out with the boys today, but he had decided to stick with her instead - she just hoped she wasn’t ruining his day. “Angel, please…” he said, moving to stand behind her and resting his chin on her head. “Pay attention to me.”

Y/N didn’t know how this was going to end, but she could feel her willpower fading. She had, like, four more days here before she went back, and then twelve hours between when her plane landed and the due date, so she did have time… /no/, no, that was a trap. She had to get this done today. No matter how good Luke’s hands felt on her shoulders, rubbing gently.

Did she mention Luke had incredible hands?

“Jesus, baby, you’re tense.” Luke said, lifting his head off hers. She could feel him start to work into her with intent - fuck, that felt really good.

She closed her eyes, biting the inside of her lip to keep herself from moaning (or possibly collapsing). “Sorry,” she hummed, voice almost even.

Luke didn’t say anything for a moment, just soothed gently along her spine. “I know ‘m not exactly an expert in this stuff, but- take a shower with me or something, take a break ‘n come back to it. You feel like you’re about to snap.”

Y/N turned around to look at him. “You wanna- what?”

“Just in the outdoor shower. You can keep your underwear on, I’m not gonna let Ashton get an eyeful of ya.” Luke could probably sense her resolve cracking, because he had that light in his eyes that meant his hopes were up. “C’mon. Fifteen minutes and I’ll dry your hair and you can go right back to it.”

Y/N tried to look serious as she thought it over. She had been at it for a while, and doing something with Luke would probably calm him down enough for her to be productive, and the hot water would probably feel really nice, and it would be good to let Shakespeare percolate - that was enough reasons for her to be able to pretend she was making this choice with any semblance of logic, right?

“You have to get the towels.” She said finally, and Luke’s smile almost split his face in half.

“Okay,” he hollered, heading for the stairs, “you have two minutes to get out there before I drag you!”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile too as she closed her laptop.

Outside it’s quiet - they’re still tucked away in the scrubby pines, and thankfully it wasn’t cold out there. She felt comfortable enough to peel her shirt off then and there, and she was just kicking off her jeans when her boyfriend came out the back door with two towels in hand.

When he looked at her, she was pretty sure the hair on the back of her neck stood up. He was really looking, with a tenderness in his eyes that made her heart melt. There was something else, too, but this was still /new/ and she just wanted him to look at her like that forever.

“Hi.” He said, meeting her eyes after a long moment.

It’s not easy to love your own body. But in that moment, Y/N did. “Hi.” She said back, letting herself smile freely.

She figured Luke would start getting undressed too, but after he set the towels on the little hooks he took another long look at her. Y/N wouldn’t mind being memorized by him, but Miranda and Caliban were still on her mind. “Lukey?”

“You’re beautiful, baby, what am I supposed to do?” He said, so easily it almost made her shiver.

Like, there’s just nothing you can say to that. “I’m gonna start the shower.” She managed, turning away.

It’s almost a mistake, because she doesn’t see Luke getting undressed, doesn’t turn around until she feels his hands on her waist. The water was running behind her as she turned in his grasp and he kissed her, soft and sweet like peaches. Every inch of her skin was alert for his - it was enough to feel his hands on her, the heat radiating off his body, droplets of water from the shower. He lit her up, this boy.

It’s a long time before they break apart. “I’m so glad you’re here.” He said, tilting her head up gently with one hand.

“I’m glad I’m here, too.” She found herself saying, and meaning. “Can I wash your hair?”

While she was trying to get him to let her use his fancy shampoo (“I like the way your hair smells, don’t change it, baby!”), she realized what she was feeling so intensely. Intimacy. Not like sex, not like them cuddling, but just her and Luke outside in their underwear, touching each other’s bare skin as if it were a miracle. The shower was like their own personal rainstorm to kiss in - in the end it was definitely more than fifteen minutes before she got all the soap out of her hair and, bundled in towels, they headed to get changed.

“Nope,” Luke said as soon as she reached for her suitcase. “Hoodie.” It took him a second to sort through his stuff, but he tossed a black hoodie over to her before she could argue. “Love seeing you in my things.”

“You’re such a cliche.” Y/N said, but she was already turning around to get changed. She distinctly heard Luke smile behind her as she peeled off her wet things and pulled on his sweater and a pair of leggings.

Before the hoodie had completely dropped down around her waist, Luke’s arms were around her. She could feel a bit of his stubble as he kissed her neck. “Only for you.” He murmured.

Y/N felt herself take a deep breath to try and collect herself. It wasn’t working. She turned her head to the side, hoping he’d get the idea, and he smiled and kissed her mouth deeply. Yes.

When Luke pulled away, he didn’t let go of her - instead, he held her tighter, pulling her in close to his bare chest. “I know you’ve got your school ‘n all, but - I really wanna be with you right now. Please. We can watch something, take a nap, whatever you want, I just - I’ve been missing you a lot.” He said, none of his usual levity about it. “Need you, baby. Just a little while longer.”

Screw it. Shakespeare could wait.

“Only for you.” She replied.

Luke laughed a little, more out of happiness than anything else, and then scooped her up in his arms like it was nothing. “C’mon, then,” He said, ignoring her squeal, “I wanna watch Brooklyn 99 with you.”

Y/N had her arms looped desperately around his neck, but she was laughing, too. “Please don’t drop me.”

“I’d never.” Luke said. She believed him.

#requested #yellow heart anon #luke hemmings blurb #lh blurb #luke hemmings drabble #lh drabble #5sos blurb #Anonymous

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howlingbarnes · 7 years

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Falling Up - Part Nine

Characters - Bucky Barnes x Reader, Tesla Banner, Clint Barton, Other OCs and minor characters

Word Count - 3052

Warnings - First Person POV, Language, Angst, Fluff, Implied Smut, Cliffhanger

AU - Prof!Bucky

Song - Falling Up by Mike Dupree ft. Maddi Jane

A/N - This part is written in first person from Bucky’s POV. This is my favorite part of the whole series. It gives you the opportunity to get into Bucky’s thoughts and understand how he sees everything. I am most proud of a certain passage from this part out of everything I’ve written here on tumblr tbh.

Falling Up Masterlist

Fuck.

That was my first thought as I watched Y/N hit the ground clutching her face. There were a mixture of sounds filling my ears, a mixture of emotions running through my veins. Worry took the forefront, I dropped to my knees by her and rested my hand on her shoulder.

“Y/N, shit.” She was curled in the fetal position writhing in pain. “Babe, are you okay?” As the words came out of my mouth, a brush of air and a small figure darted past me.

“Don’t fuckin’ touch my sister!” For such a tiny woman, Tesla’s voice and rage were that of someone twice her size. I looked up just in time to see her forehead connect with the other woman’s face. I almost wanted to laugh at the fiery tornado she’d become as she climbed on top of her victim and started wailing on her.

Clint made no move to stop Tesla. He should’ve but instead, his eyes stayed fixed on me. The longer he stared, the more anger built up in and tore through my chest.

“Babe?” Clint questioned, amusement at the mayhem written all over his face. This smug bastard chuckled and leaned up against his car as I rose to my feet and stalked over to him. I could feel my hands start to shake, adrenaline rushed through every vein as my vision zeroed in on him. One more thing, if he said one more thing then I knew I was sure to lose control.

“Come on, Bucky. She’s not worth the time and I know you’re not picking through my scraps, again.” His laugh was cut off by the pressure of my fist snapping against his face. He knew that I was aware of exactly who he was talking about. The fact that he could even speak about them in such a disrespectful way disgusted me to my very core. I grabbed the collar of Clint’s jacket and threw my fist into his face a second time before I was pulled away by Bruce and Scott.

“Whoa, whoa.” Scott tugged on my arm, trying to get me to relax. “Calm down, dude.”

I pulled against my friends. I felt a sting and dull throbbing at my knuckles, but I didn’t care. Clint deserved much more than a swollen eye and a busted lip. With both men using their weight against me, there was no way I could get away.

“Tesla Banner!” Melissa’s yell boomed throughout the yard as she ran toward her youngest daughter. She gripped Tesla’s elbows and ripped her away from the now blood-covered woman, “I will not tolerate this kind of behavior on my property!” Her voice, heavy and agitated as she dragged Tesla to the porch steps where I sat with Scott blocking me from rushing Clint and Y/N curled up beside me.

“Alright everyone, party’s fucking over!” Robert’s tone let it be known that he was not shitting around. “Clint, take the girl and get the fuck out of here. And if I see your face on my land again..it’s the shotgun. Stay away from my daughter.”

A look of pure fear settled on Clint’ face as Robert spoke. I mentally reminded myself to never get on his bad side, or Tesla’s for that matter. Clint swallowed hard before picking the woman up off the ground while the crowd cleared, finding their cars to leave. I pulled Y/N into my lap before standing up. She clutched my jacket, covering the front of it with blood as soft sobs shook her body and broke my heart.

“I will deal with you later Tes.” Melissa pointed a slender finger at Tesla, who was still fuming before turning her attentions to my girl. “Oh my sweetheart, are you alright?”

The shock must’ve worn off because Y/N looked up, not at her mother but at me. Her eyes were red from crying, her cheeks were tear-stained and her face was covered in blood. Judging by the color of her nose, she was in pain so severe that I just wanted to hold her tighter.

“Who the fuck was that?” Anger laced her tone, not toward me but the situation itself.

“That was Natasha.” I sighed, I felt so bad for her. She wasn’t expecting this and she damn sure didn’t deserve this punishment. This was all Clint’s doing. He knew what he was dragging Y/N into and he was well aware that Natasha was insane. In the near year that those two have been together, it’s been nothing but a toxic relationship; he’d prey on an innocent, vulnerable girl, Natasha would always find out, get into a fight and end up right back with him. They’ve always been idiots and I tried my hardest to save Y/N from all this but I was too late. This was all my fault, I shouldn’t have let her leave with Clint that day.

“Let’s get her into the house, she needs medical attention.” Melissa’s hand rested on my shoulder as she guided me toward the front door.

“No, mom. I just want to leave.” Y/N protested, finding her voice again. “I’ll be fine. Please, I just want to go.” Her words seemed more directed at me than her concerned mother. Really, I would’ve preferred she got checked out too but I was in no mood to argue with my girlfriend. I nodded and looked down into her sad eyes.

“Okay, doll, I’ll take you home. Do you want to at least get cleaned up first?” She started shaking her head before I could even finish my sentence. My eyes found Melissa, silently pleading with her to let it go. She nodded before kissing Y/N lightly on her head.

“You take care of her, okay?” Her words held no threat, only a soft sadness. A small, almost forced smile pulled at her painted-red lips, “Happy birthday, Bucky.”

“Thank you, Melissa.” I couldn’t help but chuckle. At this point, I’d forgotten that it was even my birthday. Even though this whole day was a shit show, in that moment as I looked at Y/N’s family, I realized that I wouldn’t have wanted to spend it anywhere else.

I brought Y/N to her car, placing her gently in the passenger seat before heading back to the house to get her things. I was greeted by Robert standing by the staircase with one hand pushed into his pocket and the other extended toward me.

“You didn’t have to do what you did.” He paused as my hand fell into his. “But I’m glad you did. She needs someone like you, she deserves to be happy.”

“She does, and I aim to make her happy, sir.” My voice came out serious. Honestly, I couldn’t help it. This was serious, I was serious.

“Bucky, please.” A smile crept across his face. “Call me Rob.”

I couldn’t help but smile back. Before I met her family, I was nervous about them liking me and now I felt like they accepted me as one of them. It was something that put me at ease. Melissa and Tesla looked through the house to make sure I didn’t leave behind anything after giving me a large, white pastry box which I assumed held a cake with the words ‘Happy Birthday Bucky’ written on it. With the box, Y/N’s coat, and purse, I was finally out the door.

The car was running by the time I slipped into the driver’s seat. Music played softly over the radio. During the drive, Y/N had taken off her seatbelt and slid across the seat, I wrapped my arm around her as she curled up against my side like she had earlier.

“Bucky?” Her voice was small, she sounded almost unsure of what she was about to ask. I didn’t speak, just hummed curiously in response. “Can I stay with you tonight?”

“Don’t wanna be alone, huh?” I shifted in my seat and cleared my throat. “Of course you can.” I could hear my heartbeat in my ears and my stomach did a flip at the excitement of having her in my arms all night but my voice managed to stay neutral. Her body was warm against mine, the steady rise and fall of her back as she breathed, mirrored that of my chest. We were completely in sync, everything about being with her felt…right. Being around her always made me want to sing, that’s how I knew I was happy.

I was surprised that Y/N only jumped in pain twice while I cleaned the dried blood off her face. Even with a badly bruised nose, this girl was fuckin’ gorgeous. She stared up at me with her big, beautiful eyes as I examined her injury the best I could without hurting her. After a moment of checking her out, I sat in front of her on the floor, my back pressed against the coffee table that took up too much space in my tiny living room.

“Good news?” I asked being sure to keep a serious tone. I wanted her to hang on my words, “It’s just sprained, not broken.” My eyes landed on her perfect face, it took everything in me not to bring her down to the floor with me and kiss her.

“What’s the bad news?” She sounded so concerned and scared that I almost felt bad for my response.

“You’re gonna have to buy me a new jacket.” Her worry melted into laughter as she grabbed a pillow from the couch and tossed it toward my head, just barely missing. This is how I wanted to see her; bright and smiling. Her laugh was a sweet melody and it was my greatest accomplishment to be the one to bring that sound into the room.

“Come’re.” I gripped the backs of her knees and pulled her onto my lap. Her hands landed on my chest as she straddled me. My fingers lightly made their way from her knees to her thighs. She looked so good, especially in my clothes. Braless, in an oversized t-shirt, sweatpants, no makeup and her hair wild. I felt my smile fade as I got lost in thought, lost in the daydream staring back at me.

“What?” She asked, her own smile faltering. My eyes must’ve been speaking for me because I could tell that she’d stopped breathing. I nearly did the same when my answer left my lips without permission.

“I love you.” I breathed, my lips brushing against hers so lightly that it was almost like I was afraid to actually touch her. This wasn’t the time, it wasn’t the way I wanted to tell her but that didn’t make it any less true. I was painfully in love with this girl and my heart wouldn’t let me hold onto the secret any longer. She was the sun shining warmly through my window, my favorite song on the radio, and the book that I’ve read way too many times but could never, ever put down. I felt a constriction in my chest as my heart thumped harder than it ever had before, blood rushed through my veins and the hairs on my arms stood on end. The few seconds before her response felt like a thousand torturous lifetimes.

“I love you too, Bucky.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. I felt the air leave my body when our lips connected. She was warm, soft and overflowing with emotion. Her hands traveled from my chest, along my shoulders, and up my neck before finding their place on my face while my tongue pushed past her teeth, intermingling with hers.

She tasted sweet, something about her natural taste and smell was fucking intoxicating. My fingertips dug into her thighs. My mind was clouded, my senses were engulfed by her, I was overwhelmed and I needed her. Reluctantly, I pulled my hands away from her body to support her body as I stood up. Her fingers played with the scruff on my cheeks, I purposely hadn’t shaved in a week because I knew she loved it.

With her legs still wrapped around my waist, I laid back on the bed. I was hungry for more, kissing and biting down the column of her neck, breaking away only to remove my shirt. The mewls and moans that left her lips made me smile against her throat. She was a goddamn vixen and my name was a curse on her lips. We spent the rest of the night with our hands all over each other, moaning a mixture of pleasures and each other’s names, whispering I love you’s to one another.

“Happy birthday, Bucky.” It was the first thing she’d whispered after spending nearly twenty minutes in the silent afterglow of my dark, chilly apartment. Her fingertips lightly traced patterns on my chest where she laid her head.

“Thank you.” I murmured with a weak smile. Too exhausted to open my eyes, I placed a firm kiss on the top of her head before falling victim to sleep.

I woke up before my alarm. Y/N was still out cold, her bare back was facing me. I laid for a moment and watched the gentle rise and fall as she breathed. The way the sunlight made her hair shine, how peaceful she looked. My first class wasn’t for a few hours but I slipped out of bed anyway.

Y/N’s phone vibrated violently on the nightstand by my bed as I padded out of the bathroom in my sweats. I didn’t want her to wake just yet so I rushed over to the cell and picked it up. My finger froze over the red button on the screen, I recognized the number instantly.

“Steve?” I aggressively whispered into the phone. I knew Y/N worked for my childhood friend but why was he calling her personal cell from his own?

“B-Bucky.” I could tell by his tone that he wasn’t expecting me. He sounded caught off guard, something told me that he was going to try to lawyer his way out of this.

“Yeah, what do you need?” I asked, hoping he’d get to the point quickly and not bullshit me. After looking at the clock, I continued with what I had planned for the morning and made my way through the room to the kitchen. Quietly, I pulled ingredients from the fridge and pans from the cabinets.

“I, uh, is Y/N around? I thought I called her.” I glanced over my shoulder at the angel passed out in my bed. She had rolled onto her back. The sheet covering her moved, exposing her chest and half of her belly. I briefly thought about covering her but decided against it, she looked like a goddess and I wanted this sight for as long as I could have it, and the memory forever.

“You did,” I mumbled as I started to cook. “She’s asleep.”

“Oh.” He paused for a beat. “Bucky are you..are you seeing her?”

“Yeah, we’re together.” I could tell that I wasn’t going to like where this was going but I wanted him to stop beating around the bush. “Why?”

“Did she tell you about what happened between us?” My heart sank at his words. Turning the stove back off, I leaned against the small counter, facing her. There was something Steve wasn’t telling me, something Y/N didn’t tell me. My mind instantly ventured to the worst possible place. Just the thought of her with my friend, his hands, and lips on her made me sick to my damn stomach.

“No.” I nearly choked out. “She’ll see you at work, Steve.” I hung up without waiting for a response, I didn’t want to hear his voice anymore. I walked across the room and put Y/N’s phone back where it came from. After grabbing a fresh set of clothes, I made my way into the bathroom.

My shower lasted longer than it should have. I spent the time in there scared, nervous, angry. Why didn’t she tell me that she fucked Steve? Did she even fuck him? Of course she did, what else could he have meant? Maybe this was a mistake, maybe I shouldn’t have gotten into a relationship with her. Shouldn’t have told her how I felt. Well, now I feel stupid, lied to, and played. First Clint, then Steve and now me?

I stepped out of the shower, dried off and got dressed, silently hoping that I’d open the door and she’d be gone. I had no such luck. I opened the door to find her back in my clothes from the night before, her eyes were swollen and tired, her hair was mussed and she stared down at the phone in her hands with a confusion on her face.

“You answered my phone?” Her tone wasn’t the least bit accusatory, just curious. That told me that she had no idea who called her. I didn’t speak, I couldn’t, I was still too angry. “Who was it?”

“Steve.” I felt anger and nervousness course through my body as she looked up at me wide eyed and guilty. My expression must’ve been speaking for me because she looked almost afraid.

“What did he say?” She was afraid, it was coating her voice. I scoffed and shook my head, “Bucky, what did he say?” She asked more forcefully and I swallowed hard.

As much as I didn’t want things to go this way, I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t deal with the hurt this was already causing and I knew it was just going to get worse. I felt my eyes burn with tears that I fought back with all my strength. I clenched my jaw, trying to swallow back down the lump that was forming in my throat.

“Get out.” I forced the words. The pain on her face was something I knew I’d never forget or forgive myself for causing.

“Wha..what? Bucky I-” I cut her off, faking more anger so that she couldn’t see the hurt behind it. I lowered my head and pointed to the door, my shoulders tense and tight.

“I don’t care, Y/N. Get the fuck out.”

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hamburgergod · 7 years

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*posts Halloween fic in July*

the installment of orange and grapefruit verse you’ve all been waiting for! where Cas -- a human-harpy hybrid -- finds out about Halloween, midterms happen, and Dean helps Cas celebrate Halloween to his best abilities. ~3.5k

[AO3]

They’re just about done with their groceries, and Dean is making sure they got everything they need, when Cas decides to stop in front of a mechanical ghoul doll that says step here. One of those things people put on their front lawns for Halloween.

Cas reads the sign, and politely steps onto where it tells him to. The ghoul shrills ominously.

Dean stops him from almost ripping the ghoul’s head off.

“That was entirely unnecessary,” Cas says with a scowl, after Dean calms him down. Dean only doesn’t laugh because Cas is already so angry; he figures if he can see Cas’s wings right now, they’d be all puffed up. “What’s the point of that thing?”

“It’s for Halloween,” he gestures towards the HALLOWEEN section behind them. Cas stares back blankly. “Gonna go on a limb here and assume you don’t know what Halloween is.”

“I know about it. Sort of.” They move up the check-out line. “It’s when the boundaries between realms thin, and humans wear masks to blend in and prevent being killed.”

“Uh, I guess.”

“I’m not really sure where all the chocolate comes into play.”

Dean starts loading up their stuff onto the conveyor belt. Cas helps. “People don’t dress up for that purpose so much anymore, and the chocolate thing—wait,” Dean lowers his voice, “do the gaps thin during Halloween? Are there alternate realms? Is that actually a thing?”

Cas shrugs. “I don’t know,” he adds helpfully.

“Oh. Okay, then.”

They pay for their stuff, and head back to the bus stop. “So you never did Halloween before.”

“What does ‘doing Halloween’ involve, exactly?”

Dean thinks about all those times mom took him and Sam out for trick-or-treating, going to haunted houses, handing candy out on nights he didn’t feel like going out, carving pumpkins, et cetera. He tells him about the time Sam tripped over his cape when he went as king Arthur one year. “He decided to go as a street magician the year after, and dumbass did the exact same thing with his cape. Don’t think he’s worn one with a cape since.”

Their bus comes then, and they lug their groceries to their seats. “So, yeah,” Dean continues. “It’s mostly going around in costume getting chocolate from your neighbours and carving out pumpkins when you’re a kid.”

Cas thinks this over. “And when you’re not a child?”

“You can hand chocolate out, or it’s mostly going around in costume getting drunk.”

“Hmm.”

When they go to the store together the next week, Dean brings a pack of jack-o-lantern shaped sugar cookies to Cas’s attention.

“I know about these,” Cas replies.

“Yeah?” Dean pops it into their cart, and they move on from the bakery section.

“A man named Jack trapped Satan up on a tree and refused to let him down until he promised to never take his soul—”

“Not today, Satan,” Dean mutters.

“—and Jack won. So when he died and was refused by heaven for his sinful life, Satan gave him a coal burning with hellfire, and Jack carved out a turnip to keep it lit. He wanders with his lantern ever since.”

“Huh. Cool. I think I heard that somewhere. Never knew the details before, though.” Dean eyes the corn, picks one up, and stares at the sign. Hmm, five for one. He beckons Cas towards him. “Let’s get ten of these.”

After making sure Cas checks the corn before he shucks it for the taking, and after halfway through shucking his third corn, Dean puts a finger to it. “Have you been looking stuff up on Halloween?”

“Mostly just Wikipedia,” Cas admits. He puts a feeble-looking corn in the bag, and Dean internally winces. Oh well, he’ll learn one day. “It was still interesting to read about. Did you know that some think trick-or-treating originates from the practice of giving out soul cakes for children and the poor during Halloween and Christmas?”

It’s almost like he’s been waiting to be asked, since Cas goes on and on about all these things about Halloween during their entire way back home, and over dinner. They eat the jack-o-lantern shaped cookies for dessert, and Cas’s smile matches the one on the cookie he holds. He supposes it’ll technically be Cas’s first proper Halloween, so it’d be a shame if Dean’s not a cool roommate who doesn’t care about whether Cas spends his first proper Halloween in a proper Halloween way or not.

Lucky for Cas, Dean is the coolest roommate.

He manages to find the time to stop by the dollar store and scout for deco. None of the blatantly corny looking shit, but still authentic enough that Dean’s willing to put it in their house. It’s not much; just some Halloween stickers that goes on the windows, those pumpkin necklaces that light up he figures they can hang on things, spider webs and little plastic spiders, and one bigger spider doll.

Dean’s wondering if he should start on decorating or if he should wait for Cas, when Cas solves his little conundrum by coming back just then to find Dean sitting in the living room, staring at a set of stickers.

“Hey, Cas,” Dean grins up as Cas takes in the scene.

“Hello, Dean.” Cas slides his bag off. “What is this?”

“Halloween’s close, so I figured, why not?”

Dean swears that Cas beams, and they get started right away. Cas is scarily efficient at it, somehow already knowing exactly where he wants most of the stuff. The lights go on top of the TV, they try to stick the spider webs on the corners of the wall with tape and fail spectacularly so it goes anywhere they can drape them on their furniture, and the spider doll goes on the top of the fridge.

“So it can look down on its prey,” Cas explains.

“And we’re the prey?”

“We’re the prey,” Cas nods seriously.

They do argue a little over the stickers, mainly in that Cas can’t decide on where to put them on.

“Cas, anywhere on the windows is fine,” Dean says for the hundredth time.

“Dean, you don’t understand.” Cas clutches at the sheet of stickers. “This is a huge responsibility.”

The stickers—a bat, a jack-o-lantern, and a ghost—end up on the corner of their living room window by the balcony door.

“Lookin’ good,” Dean grins, and Cas smiles with him.

“Thank you, Dean.”

It’s weird; every time Dean walks into the living room, he remembers the decorations and admires it for few seconds. It’s not like there’s much of it, and it’s not really that big of a deal, but he’s never done stuff like this with his roommates last year.

Sort of weird how Dean knew for sure that his gesture wouldn’t have gone unappreciated, that they’ll always be welcomed. Cas isn’t even wholly human, but how many people in his life can he say that about?

Yeah. Sort of weird.

Dean’s not able to find the time to set aside to think over a proper, home-made costume this year despite Halloween fast approaching, bombarded with midterms and projects right beforehand (and isn’t that a shame, and he puts aside his real pure panic over growing up real fast). But it’s cool, since he’s going as a generic cowboy, and cowboys are always cool no matter how generic it is.

Halloween is actually on a Saturday this year, which means midterms until the Friday if profs are nice, and midterms on the following Monday if profs are dicks. Thankfully, the former is the case for everyone he knows (except himself, who has a midterm on Saturday, which is bullshit, and molecular bio is bullshit), which means everyone’s free to party on Halloween.

Dean’s counting on all of these factors when he asks Cas as casually as he can possibly manage, “Hey, so if you don’t have any plans, you wanna come to Charlie’s Halloween party Saturday night?”

It’s good that he waited until after Cas is done pouring hot water into his mug, because he’s staring at him like Dean just asked him to marry him.

“You’re okay with that?” Cas asks, and it’s Dean’s turn to blink.

“I mean, I wouldn’t have asked you if I wasn’t,” Dean jokes, but Cas is putting the kettle down with a serious frown on his face, and Dean feels a heart-to-heart talk coming. Did he do something wrong?

“Uh.” Well, Dean didn’t prepare for this. He mostly expected Cas to be over the moon about getting to do something Halloween-y again. “You can say no if you don’t want to.”

“I’m not human, Dean,” Cas says slowly, like Dean hasn’t known that for the past whole month already. “Your close friends will be there.”

“Yeah,” Dean replies, still kinda clueless about where this is going. “So?”

“So.” Cas hesitates, and shrugs. “It wouldn’t be right.”

Dean blinks rapidly, trying to process this new info, but mostly it’s making the dial-up sound while a lot of question marks fill up his brain. He gives up. “What are you talking about? Is this a harpy thing? Am I stepping boundaries here?”

“No. Well—yes. Mainly in that I’m not completely human.” Cas’s shoulders slump. “This party is important to you. Why would I…”

“Dude, Cas,” Dean says, “it’s just a small party. It’s going to be me and few buddies, and we’ll grab some pizza, watch a cheesy old movie, that sort of deal.” Cas still doesn’t look at him, which isn’t the best sign, and, well, this sort of hesitation is new. “Cas?”

“I’ve never been to a party,” Cas mumbles. “I never had the occasion, and I wouldn’t know what to do.”

“That’s fine!” Dean laughs, though he doesn’t mean to sound rude about it. Cas, however, glares. “Cas, of course you don’t know jack shit about how humans do things. I don’t know how harpies party, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t try new things.”

“I don’t really know how harpies party either,” Cas helpfully points out. “Except maybe the occasional family gatherings.”

“Cas. Buddy. Pal.” Dean pats him on the shoulder. “That is exactly why you gotta come! C’mon, what d’you say, huh?”

Cas stares at him, and he huffs at his face (rude). The corner of his lips quirk up slightly. “Alright.”

Dean grins. “Yeah?”

“Yes,” Cas replies. “But I don’t have a costume, and I don’t think we have time to find something for me.”

“You can borrow mine,” he says quickly. “I was going to use one of Charlie’s, anyway.” Dean glances at the clock. It’s eight at night, and they still got few hours before some of the costume stores and thrift stores around town to close. Dean does have a midterm tomorrow and he’d be in a bit of a tight spot, but he might just have enough time management skills in him yet to work with whatever time he has left after costume shopping. “Unless you want to try to find something for yourself…?”

“No, that’s fine. We both have a midterm tomorrow, so I’d rather not.” Cas smiles. “You were going as the cowman, right?”

“Cowboy,” Dean corrects, and thumps him on the shoulder few times. “Dude, I’m stoked! I can’t wait ‘til you meet everyone.”

“Me too.” Cas beams, standing there with his cup of coffee in hand, his hair still ruffled from unconsciously running his hands through it while he looked over his notes. Dean wants to reach over and flick at the strands that are standing up. “Thank you, Dean.”

“Don’t mention it,” Dean nudges. “Study hard, so we can party hard, alright?”

Cas nods, and Dean watches him retreat back into his room. He makes himself a cup of hot chocolate with a little bit of the instant coffee mix they have, and sit back down in front of his desk himself.

Maybe now he’ll be able to focus on studying.

Dean’s midterms come and go, and he finds out just how much he hates molecular bio all over again, but he’s quick to put that behind him now that he’s free for the weekend.

He has a slight bounce to his steps on his way back, no worries for tomorrow and nothing to do tonight except to hang out with good company and chill. Needless to say that he’s wholly unprepared for the sight that greets him when he steps into his apartment.

“Oh, Dean,” Cas turns around casually. His wings are poking out from underneath the dark brown trench coat, relaxed as Cas stretches his arms to the side. “What do you think?”

What does he think. What does Dean Winchester, trademark Bisexual, think of Cas in jeans with a decorative belt buckle and a (toy) gun strapped to the side, a black vest accessorized with a fake pocket watch, with a red scarf tied around his neck and a dark brown cowboy hat sitting just above his dark brows.

“You look good,” he manages. Should’ve just put Cas in a potato sack instead of, whatever, is what he wants to say. “Dude, damn. I’m impressed.” Maybe too far. “Glad that you’re fit. It. It fits you. Glad that it fits you.”

Cas smiles, which is just about the hardest thing for Dean to endure right now. “I won’t have these out, of course,” he says, his wings fluttering a little. “But this is nice.”

Dean laughs. This was a mistake. “The trench coat is a look I never thought would be for you, but hey, maybe next year, you should be Constantine,” he says, and regrets it immediately. He, Dean Winchester, trademark Bisexual, does not have the strength to see Cas in a Constantine outfit.

Cas cocks his head to the side at the mention of someone he’s never heard of before, and Dean leaves him to looking up who Constantine is while he himself gets ready for the party. He’s excited to find that the knight costume is slightly tighter around his shoulders compared to when they ran the Moondoor campaign over the summer. When he steps out of his room, Cas grins.

“Ready for a taste of Halloween?” Dean smiles, and Cas nods. “Okay, then. Let’s go.”

Cas meets Charlie, who’s dressed as a Ravenclaw (“Ravenclaw? You are not a Ravenclaw.” “Don’t judge a girl by her house, Dean.”) and has had a lot to say to Dean in private on his choice of costume for Cas (“I just lent him mine, Charlie. Nothing else to it.” “It’d be more convincing if it came from someone who didn’t have the biggest cowboy fetish I’ve ever met.”).

Cas also meets the rest of the nerd club (Jo as a kraken, Ash as goblin king, Victor as Captain America, Jesse as Falcon, and Cesar as Hawkeye), who collectively decide to take turns to bring up one embarrassing thing Dean did during LARPing per person, those sick fuckers. Dean hates that every time there’s someone willing to listen in their nearest vicinity they bring up that one time he fell face-first straight into a puddle, but Cas, surrounded by his friends, steals a glance at Dean and smiles, and the story becomes a hundred times more embarrassing, but, well, it’s alright.

Jesse lets Cas poke at his wings and lift it here and there, letting him inspect it with a smile, and he listens as Cesar explains about the Marvel universe. Cas also listens to Jesse bicker with Victor about how they’re both technically Sam Wilson and how they should’ve discussed this beforehand. Dean can tell that Cas doesn’t understand, and that he’ll have a million questions after this party.

They play a game of Catan where they don’t miraculously kill each other after, probably because Cas wins. Everybody else calls it a beginner’s luck, but Dean knows better. So doe Charlie apparently, because she tries to scout him into playing for the next time they start a new DnD campaign.

“That sounds fun,” Cas says, glancing at Dean. “Will you be there?”

Dean ignores everyone else’s knowing looks and nods at Cas, because they’re dumb and they don’t know that Cas isn’t some socially inept roommate who’s overly attached to Dean but an actually different species altogether, and that he’s still somewhat hesitant when it comes to joining the rest of humanity, so he needs at least one human he knows to be there for emotional support. Understandably.

After, they all cram into Charlie’s two couches with a box of pizza and a bowl of chocolate bars in front of them, and argue on whether to watch The Haunting or The Rocky Horror Picture Show, and Dean wins with the latter by using the Cas-has-never-watched-it-and-it’s-a-classic-Halloween-movie-so-it’d-be-a-tragedy-if-he-didn’t card.

“It’s more fun at a showing with more people,” Dean says as Charlie hands out the bells, “but these kids are all nerds so you’re probably okay.”

Dean gets a shower of popcorn for that, which is totally unfair, because they all prove his points by throwing rice like confetti and yelling at the top of their lungs on their cues. Cas is bewildered, but he shakes his bell and does the Time Dance even though he has no idea what the hell he’s doing or why, and he laughs while they hop around in Charlie’s living room, and throwing toast and toilet paper in the air. Ash knocks over the pizza box, and he’s banned from standing on the table after that.

After that’s the clean-up, and then back home. Charlie seriously invites Cas to come to their nerd club the next time he’s around, and he thanks her for the invite. Dean watches the exchange as Charlie hugs Cas, and he tears up a little, but that’s really dumb so he’s going to pretend it didn’t happen.

“So,” Dean prompts on their way back, both of them stuffed full of pizza and popcorn and chocolate, “how was it? Your first human party?”

Cas forgot his cowboy hat back at Charlie’s place, and he’s loosened the red scarf around his neck a long time ago. He has it tied onto his belt where he rests one of his hand as they walk back. “It was… enjoyable,” he replies with a nod.

“Ah, don’t be like that. You had so much fun.”

Cas grins. “I did. They all care greatly about you.”

“What?” Dean laughs. “What’s that got to do with this?”

“They tried to make me feel welcome, for you.”

“I guess. They wouldn’t have done that if you were a dick, though.”

Cas laughs, ducking his head a little as the sound echoing low into the night sky. “I guess.”

“Wait, hold on.” There’s a grain of rice stuck on Cas’s hair. “You’ve got a—”

They stop in the middle of the street, and Dean holds his shoulder steadily while he aims for the white grain. Cas’s eyes go together as he looks up at Dean’s hand on his head, and Dean makes the mistake of looking down at Cas while he’s holding him by his shoulder.

There weren’t any alcohol at Charlie’s, but Dean feels like he’s drunk on something, the way his entire body feels light and somehow removed from the rest of the world. It’s a physical feeling, too, a tingle in his chest as he’s suddenly too aware of how empty the rest of the street is, and how easy it would be to just lean over right now and give Cas a kiss.

It’s a fleeting thought, and then it’s gone, as if it hadn’t existed at all. His heart beats steadily as Dean gets out the rest of the grains of rice that was hiding in Cas’s hair. “Did they all pelt their rice at you or something? Why d’you have so much in here?”

Cas chuckles quietly, vibrating with joy as rice falls out of his hair. It’s a sight, alright, and damn does it feel good to make someone happy like this.

“So what was this Marvel Cesar was talking about?” Cas asks.

“Marvel, pff. Wait ‘til you hear about Batman and the rest of DC, dude…”

They walk the rest of the way back, mostly with Dean filling Cas in on everything he knows about Marvel and DC. It’s almost two by the time they’re home, and Halloween is officially over as they retire to their rooms. Dean is changing into his pajamas trying not to think too much about how he did on his midterms when there’s a knock on the door.

Cas pokes out from behind the door, changed out of the costume he’s now holding in his hands. “I just wanted to return this, and thank you for inviting me along,” he says. “So, thank you.”

“Hey, no problem. I had fun.” Dean gives him a good tap on the shoulder. “Besides, that’s what friends are for, right?”

Cas smiles with a nod. “Good night, Dean.”

“Night, Cas.”

Dean stares at the door as it clicks shut. He’s gotten few texts in the group chat on how he should bring Cas for the next club event. He rolls over in his bed.

A good Halloween overall.

#orange and grapefruit verse #my writing #destiel #au #spn #ficlet #*dusts off this old relic and finishes it after one encouraging comment*#this is from last year haha but it's okay #halloween is eternal in our hearts

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punkscowardschampions · 5 years

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Buster & Rio

Buster: Distract me Rio: ? Rio: As much as it's one of my favourite things to do Buster: Please Rio: Okay Rio: I can catch you up on what's happened since you left if you like Rio: Never a dull moment Buster: Go on Buster: Tell me Rio: Well, Indie got caught riding her dirtbike again so the garda took it off her Rio: cue the phonecall that she's kicking off and me having to go down there and basically beg for it back/them not to actually charge her Rio: got away with a warning and not inducing Ro into labour by keeping it hush hush Buster: Bet Drew was really helpful over the whole thing Rio: As if he's voluntarily going anywhere near the station Rio: or Indie would bell him Buster: Sure she will after the fact to show him what a rudegirl she is, like Buster: 😂 Rio: 🙄 Not wrong Rio: the things she's gotta do to make her Da proud Rio: let's not Buster: Agreed, let's not Rio: I'm thinking if there's been much else drama Rio: aside from the obvious Rio: Everyone kinda letting Nance have her moment, idk if that's a good thing Rio: tell 'em to up their game Rio: So, what's wrong? Buster: I can't talk about Nance right now, okay? Buster: I've had a shit enough day as is Rio: 'Course Rio: She's alright, though, don't worry Rio: What can I do? Buster: Tell me I can get on a plane right now and not have to come back here until I want Rio: I mean Rio: You can do whatever you want, yeah? Buster: Until I miss too much school and my grades drop, like Buster: End of the world as the fam knows it Rio: Not naming names but you're probably good for a minor blip right about now due to, like Rio: That bad? Buster: Nah, gotta hang onto that golden boy tag for as long as, you know Buster: It's standard. That's what makes it bad. Does that even make any sense? Rio: Don't blame you, babe Rio: Completely Rio: Fuck the cunts, do something selfish, that's what you'd tell me Buster: Yeah Buster: But you're the only thing I want and I can't come and get you Rio: I can come and be with you Buster: I can't ask for you to just drop everything for me Rio: You don't have to Rio: Still coming Buster: What about Indie? Buster: Plus work Rio: She's got School too, like Rio: What's one more for Ma to drag in by her hair? Rio: I'll worry about work later Buster: Babe Buster: You don't need to worry about me Rio: Who else is gonna if not me? Rio: And I wanna, so let me Buster: Well, I want you here so I'm not gonna argue any more Rio: If I could make time go faster I would Rio: fuck this year Buster: You do Buster: That sounds really stupid but like Rio: Babe Rio: You know you deserve to be happy, yeah Buster: Shh Buster: You make me happy Rio: Good Rio: S'a start for sure Buster: Are you serious about coming here just 'cause I'm being a mopey cunt? Rio: Yeah Rio: like I need much of an excuse Rio: completely selfish, naturally 😉 Buster: 'Course Buster: Speaking of, we should probably start planning my birthday Buster: Get your lies and excuses ready for that at least Rio: I've literally been pondering on your gift so hard Rio: You're hard to buy for Rio: What do you want, baby? Buster: You do reckon you're gift enough? Rio: For every day? Obviously Rio: but it's your special day Rio: you get whatever you want Buster: Yeah but it's not like its an important one, what am I gonna do, go vote? Buster: Everything else I can do already Rio: I know you wanna be in charge always but like, yeah, do your civic duty, boy 😜 Rio: but now you can do it legally, fun fun fun right? Rio: adulthood, babe Rio: we'll make it important Buster: 😂 Buster: Let's go somewhere Buster: Not be surrounded by cunts for a change Rio: You wanna be surprised or you wanna look together Buster: Surprise me Buster: Anywhere but Skerries, like Rio: Damn Rio: 😂 Rio: I'm on it forreal, no caravans or fam in sight Buster: One of many reasons I love you Rio: If you get stuck for ideas for my upcoming Rio: just write that list, babe Rio: not that i'm already making this about me Buster: 'Course not 😇 Buster: Only room for one selfish cunt Rio: Already competing with Halloween Rio: how many costume parties can one boy have Buster: Good thing blind folds and ball gags aren't technically costumes so you can still wear them for me without me wasting a wish Rio: 😳 Rio: Okay, and you're acting like you don't have plans Rio: Damn Buster: No plans yet Buster: Just thinking Buster: Like I said, shit day Rio: Well, feel free to take it all out on me Rio: just keep me in the loop 'cos I wanna know Rio: Who's got you so mad though? Buster: You don't wanna know, babe Buster: I'm not trying to get you mad too Rio: I do but I dont need many guesses now Rio: What the fuck's she been saying Buster: Just ignore any screenshots you see 'cause you know the context isn't there Buster: Depends if you wanna be mad on my behalf or my sister's Rio: I'm sure I can manage both Buster: You and me both, babe Rio: Not amatuers Rio: She's a bitch on such a ridiculous level it should be comical Rio: but it ain't Buster: Yeah Buster: At least I as good as told her I have a girlfriend so hopefully that's the last time she'll find her way into my inbox Rio: Be nice but wouldn't put money on her being the respectful type Rio: See if she's got as much staying power as Ryan, ha Rio: I'm sorry Buster: Hardly respectful at the party from what I remember. And what I don't Buster: So I'm sorry too, like Rio: Don't apologise Rio: It's fucked up, she is Buster: Yeah Buster: She's so smug about it that's what's fucked Rio: That's gross Rio: Does she not realise what she's done or like? Rio: fucked up power trip, okay bitch Buster: [sends own screenshots because you suck Chlo] Rio: I hate her Rio: I'm gonna fuck her up Buster: You can't Buster: She's the exact type to get you in trouble if you tried Rio: Give a shit Rio: Who does she think she is Buster: You do give a shit though Buster: And so do I Buster: She's already fucked everything up, there's no way it's happening again Rio: Okay Rio: I'll get Billie to throw some bad juju her way then Rio: Oh, babe, now I know what you mean Rio: Fuming Buster: Same Buster: Like what can I actually do? Rio: Fuck her Rio: like, don't, ew Rio: but Rio: she's seriously not worth the aggro, avoid at all costs 'cos I weren't joking that she gives me those Ryan vibes Rio: you don't need that Rio: it's hard when she's winding you up like that but try not to engage unless you have to now Buster: Right pair me and you are Buster: How do we attract these types? Buster: Fucking hell Rio: Who don't we attract Rio: so irresistible, right? Buster: True Buster: I miss you Rio: I miss you too Rio: not for long, like Rio: just sorting shit here Buster: How long can you stay? Rio: I dunno, baby Rio: As long as I can, that's for sure Buster: I love you Rio: I love you Rio: She don't know shit, yeah, remember that Buster: I just wish she knew some shit Buster: It'd make things easier Rio: Who said that Rio: Can't argue with idiots, get you down to their level and win by experience, yeah? Rio: the lawyer in you gotta stay out of it babe Buster: Okay, you're right Buster: Just this once, obviously Rio: 😏 Rio: Won't even gloat Rio: 'cos I want you to feel like a winner too Buster: 👑 always Buster: Pormise Rio: Good Buster: What's Nance doing for Halloween, do you know? Rio: I've not heard yet Rio: Some cute nerdy goodness with June, no doubt Rio: I'll put the feelers out Buster: Like, can I be that selfish? You can't be in two places at once Rio: I'm sure I ain't all her plans hinge on Buster: Not with that attitude, babe Rio: 😂 Rio: Who's bday is it again, Nance? Rio: Do you want me to stay here? Buster: Don't be an idiot Buster: I just Buster: Feel like more of a cunt than usual today, that's all Rio: Don't let her do you like that Rio: She seriously doesn't know you Rio: and she can't chat about doing Nance wrong Rio: trust me, I know who she actually hates, and it ain't you babe, promise Buster: Nance still ain't gonna forgive me though Rio: She will Rio: it'll take a lot Rio: and time, lots of probably too but Rio: even if you were a total cunt Rio: she ain't, yeah? Buster: Such a know-it-all Buster: Christ Rio: Don't act like you don't love it Rio: 😏 Buster: I can't Buster: I can imagine how buzzing you are right now at being so smart Buster: so cute Rio: 😋 Rio: Fun being a nerd, I see why you rep so hard Buster: You wish, babe Buster: If that's what you're after you're gonna have to trade me in when we go check out Harvard Rio: That's the plan isn't it Rio: if I don't hook me a prof for the daddy vibes Imma get me a future billionaire Buster: Well, my plan was to see how far around Campus we could get before I got you too turned on to resist me Buster: Standard Rio: Well that sounds like more fun Rio: you've got to focus though, so serious Buster: I'll focus on you Buster: that sounds more fun to me Rio: 😒 boy Rio: catch me packing nothing but turtlenecks and floor-length skirts Buster: 😂 Buster: Catch me planning the trip for summer then Rio: You're mean Rio: play fair Buster: I could say the same to you Buster: Denying a whole university campus that body Buster: So selfish, babe Rio: Right? Aren't you proud of me, daddy? Buster: You're learning Buster: Very appropriate considering where we're going, like Rio: Not got the cap and gown but Rio: you're a pretty good teacher, babe Buster: You can borrow mine Buster: I reckon you'll look pretty good in it Rio: Reckon I can borrow something of yours forreal Rio: not a label whore just miss you Buster: 'Course baby Buster: Whatever you want Rio: better stick to a plan tee, like Rio: could be anyone's Rio: long as it smells like my baby Buster: So smart Buster: And cute Rio: 😻 Rio: I just like the idea of having you wrapped around my body even when you're not Buster: Well now that's all I can think about Rio: Good Rio: You wanted distraction, right? Buster: Now all I want is you Rio: I'm going to be there so soon Rio: Should I get a hotel or am I making up an excuse for being in LDN again? Buster: I'll book you a room Buster: You deserve it for being so nice to me Rio: Buster Buster: Yeah, babe? Rio: If you ain't gonna let me give you at least half, make sure it's cheap and cheerful yeah Buster: Not gonna happen Rio: It's not worth fighting you on this, is it? Buster: I mean, you can, and I'd enjoy it but I promise you'll enjoy the hotel more Rio: You're bad Buster: You love it Rio: All I know I love is that I can do whatever I want to you and not be disturbed Buster: You're not the only one with good ideas, babe Rio: I know Rio: tell me more about that blindfold and ball gag, like Buster: Thinking I need some silk scarves added to that list Rio: Yeah? Buster: I know you're gonna be here soon but I'm already thinking that I don't want you to leave Buster: It's one solution, like Rio: 🤤 Rio: Won't be complaining Rio: I don't wanna leave Buster: If you think that now, wait until you check in Buster: [sends fancy af hotel deets] Rio: Okay know I'm still mad but you spoil me so well Buster: Don't be mad I just want you close to me Buster: I can walk there if I need to Rio: I'm not Rio: I like it when you look after me but shh Rio: reputation already there without proving it Buster: I haven't even started to take care of you yet Rio: I'm meant to be looking after you Buster: I only asked you to distract me and you are Buster: I'm so fucking distracted right now Rio: My specialty Buster: Is everything you're packing a surprise or do I get to hear about what you're gonna wear for me 'cause that's part of your specialty Rio: I guess you gave me some spoilers to prepare me Rio: Only fair Buster: If you wanna play fair, yeah Rio: Decisions decisions Rio: Oh, I have some cute pjs Rio: wanna see? Buster: You know I do Rio: [Snap] Rio: Adorable, yeah? Buster: Babe Buster: Adorable ain't the word Rio: Give me the words Buster: I'll try, seeing as it's so unfair that you couldn't hear the sound I made when I opened that Buster: Fuck Buster: How do you keep doing this to me? Rio: Seriously unfair Rio: Your noises are my favourite thing Rio: Just doing what you asked me to do, babe Buster: You'll just have to get me to make them again Buster: Or others Rio: I want to so bad Rio: I want YOU so bad Buster: How bad? Buster: Show me Rio: I'm so wet it's embarrassing baby Rio: you should see my knickers then you'd know just how much I need you Buster: Embarrassing isn't the word, babe Rio: I've got no shame Rio: I'm your dirty slut, and I want you to know it Buster: Good Buster: You're perfect, I need you to know that Rio: Shh Buster: I'm trying to be quiet but you keep getting me to make all those noises you like so Rio: You better be recording yourself Rio: Or I'm gonna need you on the phone right now, like Buster: [Sends video] Buster: I know what you like, don't worry Rio: Yes, you really fucking do Rio: Fuck me Buster: I want to so badly Rio: I'm coming in the AM Rio: Flight booked, shit sorted Buster: I'll get you early check in so we can go straight there Rio: Good Rio: No better way to spend a Sunday Buster: It's gonna be the best, baby Rio: Yeah it is Rio: If you decide to go to School the next day though, I don't mind Rio: I can find plenty to do Buster: I'll mind Buster: Do me Rio: 😂 Rio: Just trying to make you behave Buster: That isn't what you really want Rio: No, but I only want to get you into fun trouble Buster: My attendance ain't nothing for you to worry about Buster: I'm a nerd, remember Buster: I'm not usually missing that many days Rio: Okay, cutie Rio: Stay with me then Buster: You ain't getting rid of me easy Rio: Not even gotta tie you up, yeah? Buster: I won't be mad if you want to but Rio: Hmm Rio: Might be fun to play look but don't touch with you Buster: Aren't we already playing that right now? Rio: Too true Rio: Didn't say it'd last long before I needed your hands all over me Buster: I know Buster: I need my mouth on you too so again, not mad about it Rio: Well, you can do that with you hands behind your back Rio: I believe in you, babe Buster: Yeah Rio: Indie is roasting me 😖 Buster: Dare I ask Rio: Thinks it's jokes how whipped I am Rio: no point trying to fool her these days Buster: As long as you don't tell her I am Rio: This is where the heroics stop then, yeah? Rio: Charming 🙄 Buster: If you need a hero tell her she's gotta shut and go so you can fuck yourself for me 'cause I need to cum for you Rio: BABY Rio: You can't just say things like that 😩 Buster: I just did Rio: The sound I just made was unholy and is so not helping my case Rio: Are you close? Buster: I'm gonna need you to make that sound for me right now Buster: Please Rio: Buster you're so fucking hot do you have any idea Rio: No one has ever turned me on as much as you, or as hard as you do Buster: I feel it too Buster: Like I said, you're perfect Rio: Maybe this is why we weren't meant to do this Rio: can't stop Buster: I don't care Buster: I don't wanna stop Rio: Me either Buster: I love you so much Rio: I love you too Rio: One day, we can let people know Rio: can't we Buster: Of course we can, babe Rio: It's not just that sneaking around is hard Rio: I want to too, you know Buster: I know Buster: Me too Buster: Even telling Chlo about you, sort of, was kinda nice in a way Rio: Yeah? Bet she was gutted Rio: Should be, bitch 🖕 Rio: Mine Buster: She just thinks I'm lying Buster: Give a shit Rio: Can see why but yeah, not gonna rush it just to wipe the smug off her face Rio: though it will be a nice bonus Buster: 😏 Buster: One day I'll be able to claim you properly, but for now I'll just have to settle with continuing to leave marks that only you can see Buster: As far as consolation prizes go, it could be worse Rio: I like 'em Rio: I'll put pictures up Rio: Gonna know I'm not just letting anyone do that, even if they don't know it's you, yet Buster: I know you do Buster: It's killing me to think about how much you like it Buster: And what seeing those pics is gonna do to me Rio: Hopefully wanna mark me some more Rio: Otherwise I've really fucked the shot Buster: That's what I always want Rio: Good Rio: I like your bruises 'cos I can see and feel how much you want me Buster: Good Buster: I've never wanted anyone as much as you Rio: Me either Rio: even before I'd ever had you Buster: I know Buster: And I can't act like it wasn't exactly the same for me Rio: Even the bad kiss was good, somehow Buster: 'Cause you loved me Buster: I could get away with anything back then Rio: Oh hush 😂 Buster: You so did though Buster: Take that mum and dad with your childhood love story, like Rio: 😩😬😶 Rio: How embarrassing, lil bitch Rio: you were cute Buster: You were beautiful and you ain't outgrown it Rio: Awh, bringing all the old feelings back here 😜 Buster: You're gonna have to wait until tomorrow for a kiss but at least this one actually will be worth the wait Rio: Looking forward to it, babe Buster: Bit rude if you ain't Rio: 😂 Rio: Bit weird too Rio: in it for the hotel room or? i'm not that desperate Buster: Glad to hear it Buster: Like I've gone whole nights without kissing girls on the mouth but I'm not trying to remember that right now Rio: How do you even... Rio: Never mind Rio: not remembering, I've got you Buster: I can show you if you're that curious Buster: But it's not rocket science Rio: I don't wanna Buster: Baby Rio: It'd make me sad Buster: I told you before, you don't have to worry about me Buster: Same goes for being sad Rio: I know, I know Rio: but I still do Buster: 'Cause you're perfect Buster: How many times am I gonna have to say this Rio: Erm, I ain't making you 😂 Buster: Yeah you are Rio: Babe Buster: Babe? Rio: You're a nerd Rio: and I love you Buster: Yeah, yeah Rio: 😠 Buster: What's that face for? Rio: You didn't say it back 😥 Buster: Well, you ain't a nerd really Buster: But of course I love you Rio: Ha ha Rio: 👀 you boy Buster: Good Buster: I love the way you look at me too so Rio: Who doesn't love 😻 Buster: Normally me but you make it work somehow Rio: 'Cos I'm actually seeing you Rio: not just your abs, though appreciating that too, of course Buster: Shhh Buster: You gotta keep my secrets, babe Rio: Yeah, that was way too close to sincerity Rio: Shut me up, babe Buster: I can't Buster: I need to hear every sound from you Rio: Well Indie's packed and gone so Rio: Call me Buster: Thank Christ Buster: I thought you'd never ask Rio: I know, poor baby Rio: Practically torture Buster: I'm not trying to cum when all you've done is breathe into the phone Buster: Who am I? Rio: Who am I breathing down the phone Rio: old school pervert in the phonebox, like Buster: 😂 Rio: not the sexy vibe i'm going for, babe Rio: can ask you what colour your undies are if that'll get you going Buster: Hurry up and show me your actual vibe then is all I'm saying Buster: Killing me here Rio: I know, soz, spend too much time with that one now I think I got jokes too 😏 Buster: We both know you've got jokes, babe Buster: But there's a time and place, like Rio: That's me told Rio: Gonna be good now, promise 😇 Buster: Not too good though, yeah? Rio: Duh, I already told you, slut for you always Buster: Good

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survey stealing prof again this day wow really

When did you meet the last male you texted? on tumblr in ...2014??? idk

Are you currently looking forward to anything? getting my first job and money, going to the Hunchback of Notre-dam musical with my friend, always looking forward to random cat encounters.

Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to? most things, i suppose.

This time last year, can you remember who you liked? No one.

Who was the last person you went out to eat with? My family for my sister’s birthday I think.

Whats going on with you and the person you last texted? I don’t know...? I don’t text much on phone.

Were you single on your last birthday? Yes. So what? who gives a fuck?

Did anything brighten up your day today? I went to the museum of communication and used the pneumatic post system there.

How are you feeling at this exact moment? Okay. Hungry.

Do you ever wonder how other people see you? Only people I care about.

Within the next 5 months, what are you looking forward to MOST? hopefully having a healthy arm again by then. maybe a job?

Do you want to cut your hair? Yes. It’s been months. Im dying, squirtle.

Would you rather have roommates or live alone? I would like to have a non-invasive flatmate or two.

Do you have any scars? Several from my cat.

Will you be in a relationship next month? Not that I know of.

Has someone upset you in the past 48 hours? Yes, myself.

Do you get drunk every weekend? No.

What makes you happy? cats, hot tea, rainy quiet days, a good funny conversation with friends, pigeons, crows, getting enough sleep, FOOD

Do you think relationships are ever really worth it? To an extend. You sure gain experience.

Is it possible to be single and happy? Very much so. A relationship shouldn’t define your happiness.

Is your profile private? Not really. They aren’t all too personal anyway (no naked profs or too tmi posts i think??)

What are you doing right now? Browsing tumblr, relaxing, doing this survey lol

Are you taller than 5 foot 7 inches? No. 5,3.

Are you one of those people who just don’t care? I am both extremes.

Do you find piercings and tattoos attractive on the opposite sex? Depends on the piercings and tattoos....

Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed? online friends i think????

What’s the last important thing that you broke? How? I smashed my new lamp i got for my birthday one day before my actual birthday while cleaning with the vacuum cleaner and i knocked it over. luckily nothing in the internal electrics broke.

Are you planning to go see a movie anytime soon? I wanna watch the “Lego Batman” movie but im broke.

Do you break things when you are mad? No.

Is it okay to kiss people if you’re single? I don’t really get this question.

What was the first thing you thought about when you woke up? My brain goes into full planning and thoughts flood mode while my body is not up for it usually.

Have you ever intentionally pissed someone off? Yes.

Do you want to be single? -shrugs-

Last three people to text you? Timo, Abelina, Rhoda

Does anyone completely understand you? I don’t even understand myself. I don’t expect anyone else to.

Is this summer gonna be a good one? Maybe? I am not a fan of summer.

How many piercings do you have besides ears? None. I don’t even have my ears pierced.

Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months or more? Sure. But it takes two to make it work.

Do you prefer to call or text? Text. Tho I like calls with close buddies more.

Expecting something to change in the next month? Not really. Maybe I will win the notebook that i participated in a raffle for.

You’re thinking about someone, aren’t you ? No. fuck you.

Ever like someone older than you? These questions are getting really dumb.

Can you remember the last time you really liked someone? No.

Where were you at 10:00 pm last night? At home.

When did you last cry? Saturday..???

Have you ever kissed the last person you last texted? No.

ONE OF YOUR SIBLINGS: Mon (there is only one sibling tho)

1. What is the age difference between you two?

1 year.

2. Do you know what this person is doing right now? I guess she is back from home after work.

3. How often do you and this person argue? Never???

4. What do you do together? Talk, walk her dog. We don’t really hang that much since she moved out.

5. Is this a step-sibling, half-sibling or full-sibling? a fully fleshed full big sis

THE LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED: Rhoda

1. What was the text about? She asked me how a person was called to google this very weird dumb valentines video.

2. When is the last time you saw this person? On webcam last moth I think?

3. Do you text each other more than you call each other? No. We call more often.

4. How old is this person? turning 25 this year.

5. What is this person’s favorite movie? I don’t know. Maybe a ridiculously funny zombie splatter movie.

YOUR FAVORITE TEACHER FROM LAST YEAR: Does Uni count? Prof. Brandhorst then.

1. Did this teacher give a lot of homework?

No. I was doing my bachelor thesis so we agreed on what to do for deadlines and meetings with her since she was my mentor for it.

2. Did the other students like them too?

I think so?

3. What subject did they teach?

basic design principles, character design, Environment design, prob design for games

4. Have they ever taught you before this year?

Yeah.

5. Does this teacher run any after school programs?

No. just consultation once a week.

ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS: Abelina

1. How long have you been best friends? About 12 years > yes

2. Have you ever fought about something silly then quickly made up? I don’t think so.

3. Where did you meet your friend? In highschool hell having each others backs.

4. Do you live near each other? We live in the same city. But soon she will move to China.

5. Do they have a significant other? Not that I know of.

THE LAST PERSON YOU SPOKE TO: Jane 1. Was this in person, through the telephone or the internet? In person.

2. What was the conversation about? hobby related.

3. How long did it last? 30 minutes?

4. What was the tone/mood of the conversation? Small talk, getting to know each other.

5. What is your relationship with this person? group member of a job integration program.

THE LAST PERSON YOU KISSED: my cat

1. Where did this kiss take place? on the floor.

2. Have you ever kissed this person before? Yes.

3. What were they wearing at the time of the kiss? her fur???

4. How long have you known this person? 14 years.

5. How often do you talk to this person? Not anymore. my cat died in 2015.

YOUR MOTHER: Allex

1. Do you spend a lot of time with her? Kinda. I still live at home.

2. How strong is the relationship between you two? Wasn’t that great. It’s getting better.

3. Do you tell them a lot about your personal life? Not really.

4. What personality traits did you acquire from her? kicking my own ass when needed, tidiness/cleaness?, high quality standard for food?

5. What is the most frequent topic of argument? the crumbs on the counter in the kitchen.

YOUR FATHER: Andreas

1. What does your father do for a living? organising and restocking for the food used for ferry boats here.

2. Is he considered the head of the household? No. Currently the money holder tho.

3. What personality traits did you acquire from him? sarcasm, this chill calmness only a true cow can radiate?, sneezing too loud

4. What do you do together? making tasteless gross jokes to shock my mom.

5. Do you look anything like your father? Not anymore but you can’t really tell us apart on pictures where we both are the same age (3-6 years old??)

#survey

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