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dairy-farmer · 2 years

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I feel like that bernie meme because I am, once again, thinking about Roy/Tim!!(and hoping you're okay with me asking you about them?)

I just can't shut up about these two and I love to hear all of your takes on them <3

what about something like a secret lovers au? where they met when Tim was really young (I'm imagining super early Robin days but if you have any pre-Robin ideas I'd be so fascinated). I feel like Roy would be somewhat skeptical of a third Robin but obviously our boy wins him over. they start a little tryst which maybe started off as just physical attraction but it grows into being even more when they take comfort from each other after long missions and bitch about JL together. I feel like they'd be kind of on and off through the years (ugh the reunion sex is >>>>)

and at some point they don't even bother to hide it. they go to each other's apartments and team up and maybe even fuck in the manor and at WE?

but no one catches on for an absurd amount of time after they decided they're really in this

maybe the others find out when Tim gets pregnant? or maybe it all gets out when they find the two necking in a closet or something idk the possibilities are endless and all so satisfying

hope you're doing well!! xx

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i would never turn away a roytim ask because I do truly love the ship!!! it's a shame there's so few fics about it and ive never been able to come up with a cohesive plot for them. outside of the bats roy is my favorite to pair tim with!!! (yes that includes kon they're really great together but roytim just carries that wonderful forbiddenness that makes it so much more interesting!)

I love the concept of roy meeting tim when he's robin but can also see them meeting prerobin. tims the neighbor and all bug houses look alive so maybe roy stumbles through the gates the first time he's visiting dick's house and knocks on the door only to be greeted by a chubby cheeked little kid who tilts his head up at tim.

roy figures out pretty quickly he’s got the wrong house and scurries away while a baby closed the door.

years later roy catches wind of a new robin and well....roy's not sure what he feels. a lot of the original titans had all felt that there was no replacing the original when the second robin (the few times they met roy had the kid's back and the kid always shot him that grateful grin so it's not like roy was opposed to having him around) came on the scene but after the kid was murdered...

well it seemed in poor taste to hold on so ardently to a mantle that wasn't even theirs. plus roy has other shit going on, personal shit so he's not very concerned with a gotham newbie. so roy is fine with the kid. maybe a bit weary like he is about all new heroes because they have a tendency of coming on all cocky before getting pounded down to size pretty quickly.

roy hears a few things through the grapevine and rumor mill. the few times he and wally cross paths and meet they catch and wally tells him about dick's new kiddie brother.

"real sweet if a bit skittish" wally tells him and that's all roy tells him.

roy learns everything second hand about the third robin. the first time he talks to him is when he seeks him out. word on the street is the kid is quite the whiz at detective work. like a mini-batman.

that's the only thing that puts roy off form seeking him out immediatly. it's only when he's got nowhere else to turn that he goes to him.

he and ollie are on the outs.

dick is a dick.

no way is he fucking going to batman.

but he needs someone with a finger to the pulse of gotham crime because he has a few people he's looking for that might've fled to the famed city of the bat.

the third robin is...surprisingly easy to work with.

within the day roy has a location on his three targets and all he had to do was swear he wouldn't rough them up too badly.

roy knows he doesn't have the best reputation in the community. knows that some of the more 'straight-laced' heroes look down on him completely for the drugs and the having a kid and being a single dad thing.

he sure as shit knows ollie doesn't brag about him at parties.

he and dick haven't gotten on for awhile. they used to be so close with the whole 'only titans without powers' thing. but puberty and adulthood changed both of them and roy will admit the two of them are quite prideful so an apology is not visible on the horizon. but they can still work together even with the bit of tension between them.

roy knows for a fact the bat would never approve of him working or asking his robin for help so roy is grateful when the kid agrees to keep it under wraps in exchange for dinner.

roy buys the kid takeout and watches as he munches on an eggroll and prints out a stack of surveillance photos and the current location of his target.

it's nice company. roy hasn't had that in awhile. the kid doesn't talk down to roy or treat him like a moron. they had a pretty great conversation about some of the alien tech the bozos roy is hunting got their hands on.

roy lets the kid hold his bow. his swallows a mouthful of shrimp fried rice as small gloved hands delicately stroke the metal wire of his bow and the small, almost invisible bolts that hold it together.

he's a sweet kid. like wally said.

roy decides he likes him when the kid helps him tie up his guys and throw them in the back of a rented van.

maybe one meeting isn't enough to judge someone's character and roy doesn't have a history of good judgement. but he likes the kid.

he's earnest and honest and a bit of a do-gooder, the kind that isn't annoying.

so roy likes him.

the next time roy has a something that crosses close to gotham's borders he calls robin.

he needs a second opinion on some alien tech?

call robin. oh he can't help with that? that's fine robin knows some people, he'll call in a favor.

robin does that a lot. favors for roy.

roy almost feels bad, feels like he's taking advantage of the kid. he tries his best to repay it. food, and some little souvenirs when he has work overseas.

the kid grins and happily accepts it like it's anything compared to the time roy desperately needed a sitter and robin offered to stay a few hours in the city to watch the kid.

maybe it was a testament to how much robin had squirmed his way into roy's good graces since he didn't even hesitate to leave his sleeping daughter in the other vigilante's care.

something he didn't even do with people he's known for years.

roy's not quite sure when they transition to something more.

maybe its after roy's settling into a new apartment waiting for robin to come pick up some info about movements on the gotham mob roy had stumbled across. lian is at daycare and roy's just in some boxers with all the windows cracked open and his stereo blastic profanity-laced music he never plays when lian's little ears could hear it.

warm summer is wafting in along with a cool breeze when his doorbell rings and at first roy thinks its the pizza he ordered ten minutes ago.

but he opens the door to a civilian clad robin wearing thick sunglasses to obscure his eyes.

his shirt is one of the metal bands roy hasn't listened to in years and his pants are dark-washed jeans with white crew socks visible at the ankles.

it's such a casual encounter. it's one they've had multiple times before.

there's some traffic on the street and the sound of beeping car horns fill roy's eyes as a presents a flash drive of everything he collected.

roy is explaining what he saw and how he came across the info when he feels robin's eyes on him.

of course robin is listening to him speak and ergo looking at him but roy can just feel the weight of the stare on his bare chest scattered with red chest hairs and a nice thick happy trail that led into his boxers.

his scars are visible all along his torso along with the scattering of tattoos his uniform usually covers. lian's name is printed in gothic script right over his heart.

but that's not what robin's eyes are on.

roy feels a burning gaze locked on his prominent package. roy can see the shy blush that stretch to the kid's ears and trails off as a wide grin creeps across his face.

oh to be fourteen again and in the midst of puberty.

roy had just meant some honest ribbing, a bit of harmless flirting.

robin blushed so pretty. the vigilante who usually spoke so clearly and concisely with a slight undertone of demand was now stuttering as roy leaned in closer and trapped him against the countertop with his half naked body.

roy wasn't certain when the line blurred.

he always knew he was a scumbag. but he really solidified that by banging a teenager on the couch of his apartment.

roy at least had the mindset to use a condom as he fucked into a tight little pussy as robin scrambled to cling onto him.

gasped 'ahh hnnn mmnnn' sounds floated into roy's ears as he grunted with every thrust into that cunt.

roy gripped hips hard enough to bruise and tugged robin's sweet little cunt down onto his cock as he groaned.

his fingers mercilessly abused a little red throbbing clit, thumbing it and rubbing out a nice orgasm for the kid who ended up losing their virginity on a ratty couch in a ratty apartment to a scumbag hero who apparently now fucked teenagers.

roy has beaten the shit out of men who did what he did as he waved robin goodbye when he left his apartment, flash drive in hand.

a man in their twenties creeping on kids barely into highschool is a huge no-no. ask anyone with a cape and they'd tell you the same thing.

roy likes the kid, he really does. not enough to risk fucking jail time or getting the shit beat out of him by dick or batman or any horrifying combination of the two.

robin is lowkey. he promises to keep this a secret without roy having to ask even though he was working on it and it -whew- wow it makes him feel like a piece of shit.

roy pushes it out of his mind. tries to bury it alongside the mountain of mistakes that weigh on him because how fucking like him. to fuck up a perfectly decent burdgeoning partnership.

roy doesn't avoid robin. not exactly.

he just becomes more of a last resort. and roy would like to say he buried what they did that day in the back of his mind but it...rears up sometimes.

late at night when roy is alone and a little horny. he tries to use por as much as he can but the memory...fuck the memory of that hot vice of a cunt. the way robin had squirmed under him, little tits turning red with the abuse of roy sucking on them harshly.

robin had a sweet body and his fit perfectly in roy's arms as he pinned him down and fucked into him.

it's a few months later they get a repeat.

aliens. fucking aliens. it's always fucking aliens that property damage skyrockets.

roy's just at one of the reserve camps awaiting to be directed or deployed to clean up crew, med evac, civilian evac. the entire crew of YJ is there and one by one they all get called away until its just him and robin -now tim, roy now has a name for that face that greets him on lonely nights.

roy knows he's staring, eyes lingering. tim turns to look at him, eyes as heavy and interested as they were that night.

roy comforts himself with the fact that its not teenagers he has a thing for. just tim. tim and his tight body and hot cunt. and tim just so happens to be a teenager.

thankfully for roy tim happens to have a thing for roy too. roy and his big dick and happy trail that presses flush to tim's reddened cunt as roy's cock splits him over while bending him over a counter.

it's a fast fuck. just a quickie. ten minutes later while they're cleaning themselves up tim gets called away.

he turns, steps already marhcing him out the door before he stops for a moment turns and says-

"you have my number, right?"

roy swallows thickly and nods.

"good."

then he's back to marching and that's as much permission to be a full blown sleaze as roy needs.

roy will admit, with only some shame, that he is definitly the kind of guy to send dick pics without hesitation once asked.

and tim doesn't even have to ask.

it's been so long since roy's been so fucking horny for someone that reciprocated it. and tim, well tim is definitely getting some hot, stringless sex out of it too.

roy will be alone in a city on a job. he'll tug his cock out and jack it to hardness before snapping a pic and sending it to tim.

'miss u' he writes. like a fucking douchebag he's been told. 'do u miss me?'

tim replies back in the affirmative and roy instantly starts borderline begging, asking for tim to send him a little something his cock is fucking hard and it hurts pretty baby. it hurts so bad :/.

tim sends back a picture of his tank top pushed up with his cute little tits on display.

'Feel better now?' he replies and roy tightens his grip on his cock as he types with one hand.

'maybe a little more bby'

a minute later and roy groans as he's greeted by the sight of two of tim's fingers spreading open the lips of his cunt to expose his wonderfully wet pussy.

'thank u bby'

and roy pumps his cock until he's arching off and moaning into his empty hotel room.

tim's nude game is other worldly. it's almost artistic with the composition and the lighting. tim's cunt should be in a fucking art gallery.

sometimes he sends roy pictures of him in his underwear, some of him in bed groping his tit and fucking fingers into his hole.

one time he sends roy a one minute video of him fucking himself on a glass rob dildo, pumping it into his red little cunt while making the sweetest fucking moans in the world.

roy spends the day inside just jacking off until his cock sputtered pathetically.

the next time roy is in new jersey he makes a pit stop in gotham. tim's parents are out of town and for the first time roy sees his room. though he's not able to appreciate the blade runner posters, comic book collection, and mountain of laundry on a spare chair until the next morning.

tim is naked and half asleep even as he grinds his cunt onto roy's bare cock. and nope, roy's learnt his lesson from that.

" i am on birth control you know." tim tells him as roy stops nibbling on his tit to pull on a fresh condom.

roy just grins down at him and nuzzles his neck, kissing away his pout.

"baby if any boy ever tells you its okay if he doesn't use a condom just because you're on birth control i want you to turn his nutsack inside out."

tim lets out a half chocked laugh that turns into a moan as roy rubs a thumb against his clit and fucks into him.

it becomes habit for them to hook up.

roy's amazed they manage to get away with it. sometimes they meet in gotham. other times tim goes to meet roy wherever he is.

they don't always work out though. sometimes roy gets his life together and manages to get a steady girlfriend.

sometimes other people (better people) notice tim and he's taken off the market too.

but love is cruel to them and even to tim who roy honestly believe deserves better than to have rebound sex with him.

but tim loves it and so does roy. and being able to explore each other's bodies, and feel out new scars and new tattoos is just a different kind of intense.

roy misses the way tim's pussy parts for him when he slowly pushes in, misses his gasps and sweet coos as roy fucks him hard and fast.

tim makes a sight for sore eyes on his knees and pawing at roy's jock to get access to his cock to take into his mouth. and tim has the sweetest tasting pussy that roy's ever eaten. he moans between his spread thighs as he fucks his tongue into that well-loved hot little hole.

life sucks but there's always good sex to make you feel better.

roy's not saying their relationship is easy but it's one that they never stress over because they never define what they are.

but they get along. they like the same things, and dislike the same people. they wish each other the best and try to keep things from souring between them.

in many ways each other is the only one they can turn to. keeping a secret between them tends to draw them together and forage an odd bond between them.

roy and dick reconcile at some point and roy feels a little guilty at the fact that he's fucking the guy's baby brother behind his back. but not enough to actually tell him (roy would like to keep all his teeth thank you very much).

and roy likes tim so he's more than a little ticked off when he hears about things growing sour in gotham.

he and tim's physical relations have waned a bit. prometheus's bombs in star city landed lian in the hospital with a coma and roy hadn't been in the right place to be around...anyone.

in that time things go pretty shittily for tim too. roy wonders if its too late to send a card but then bludhaven explodes and the memory of star city and lian just send him right back to the bad place.

even if he could reach out. roy was sure tim wasn't doing well enough to support them both.

roy has beef the JL it's something that grows hot and fierce when he hears whispers about robin- now red robin- having gone off the deep end.

the source? his own brother, nightwing- now batman.

there's a new robin in gotham and roy is...fuck he's not sure what he feels. it's not his place. not his fight. not his family.

lian is out of her coma and in for a long recovery with having to relearn how to walk, how to read, how to fucking speak.

the next time roy raises his head out his ostrich hole, cheering lian on as she takes her first unassisted steps, it's to the sound of a newly reinstated batman.

roy's too far away to know the details and hear everything going on. but that doesn't stop the simmer of pride that erupts in his chest.

he always believed in the pretty baby.

lian starts making leaps in her recovery and roy is not about to depend on outside help for his daughter so starts taking high paying jobs to pay for all of lian's rehab.

oh there was a poor taste 'like father like daughter' joke in there somewhere and roy knew he was going to be drawing blood from the first person who made them.

roy crosses paths with a "reformed" jason todd aka red hood.

roy knows about him from titan's tower. his opinion would be lower of him if the two of them didn't get on like a house on fire. roy works some jobs with him, exchanges stories, and builds up a nice friendship. roy's daughter is a safe topic, jason's got a soft spot for kids. but with kids comes family talk and both roy and jason could find kindred spirits in being estranged.

they share similar grievances.

they even share simialr issues with dick's...dickishness.

"you lucked out with tim at least though."

and roy feels the tension before he sees it. it's a dangerous path to treat, talking about tim who is a stand up guy because he is to the guy who sees him as a replacement but jason surprises both of them when he says-

"i haven't exactly been the...best guy to the kid."

roy knows its not his place. knows that he has no right to interfere with anything relating to tim's family and personal life because that's crossing a pretty firm boundary but then he thinks of tim. of that new robin and the fact that he spent a year being ostracized by nearly every hero.

so roy...just tells jason the truth. about how tim's understanding. how he's all 'do no harm but take no shit'. he's straight-laced but surprisingly bendy (in more than one way but roy doesn't say that) willing to work with you. i mean he helped roy out a tight spot a few times.

roy doesn't mention the sex. probably not a good idea to tell that to somone who'd probably blast his dick off if he found out that grown man roy harper fucked a pink-cheeked fourteen-year-old robin.

roy and tim's reunion is...a nice one. roy's in gotham to take lian to a specialist appointment. he meets tim in the cafeteria. they both stumble to a stop at the sight of each other.

roy tells him why he's there and tim's there for outreach purposes, WE work.

they have coffee. chat a little. nudge smiles and small laughs out of each other. speak in code so they can bitch about and roll their eyes about the justice league.

roy is in gotham for the week. he meets up with jason a handful of time and jason takes lian to some new park constructed in crime alley for the kids.

roy texts tim while he's gone, keeping the conversation they had at the hospital going.

roy's emotions have been rubbed raw for awhile. he hasn't been intimate with anyone for over a year.

tim is in the same boat.

the sex they have is different then the rushed frantic fucking where they sought their own pleasure.

he and tim spend quite a few minutes kissing on roy's hotel room bed. roy feels out tim's body, groping and squeezing and feeling his flesh as tim does the same.

they don't peel their clothes off in some sexy little strip tease like the ones roy jokingly did for tim.

their clothes stay mostly on aside from roy unzipping and pushing down his pants and tim doing the same with his slacks. they hold each other, wrapping hands around each other's backs in a deep hug while they softly kiss and roy fucks tim slowly.

tim rocks on his cock, occasionally pulling away from the kiss to let out a soft moan and rock his hips back in time with roy's thrusts.

they both cum quietly just two silent gasps and tensed shoulders followed by some trembling as they went slack.

they've both had a...hell of a time.

it felt nice, felt safe to go back to something they knew. to something they liked.

a half an hour later and its like a switch has flipped and roy doesn't know what to grab or fondle first as tim desperately moans on top of him, whipping his hips back and forth as he rides roy. tim sinks down on him with thick, wet, 'squelches', gasping and moaning as roy holds ontol his hips and tugs him down onto his cock.

it's desperate, it's hot, it's so fucking good.

roy almost limps on his way to pick up lian, his cock is fucking spent because tim's pussy could knock a god out.

jason stares at him with a raised brow before rolling his eyes and handing a giggling lian back over to him.

lian waves good bye with a happy 'bye uncle jason!'.

lian goes to her appointments, tim stops by for coffee and then roy takes them both out for ice cream afterwards.

the night roy is leaving the city tim texts him to meet on the hotel roof where red robin gives him a wonderful goodbye present.

roy has no idea who taught tim how to do that thing with his tongue but he will forever be grateful.

he and tim start texting agian. not as much photo exchange goes on like it did in the beginning. tim directs him to high-paying jobs that will keep him close to lian. tim asks about lian, about her recovery and how she's doing. what she liked.

a few days later packages with lian's favorite candies and flowers show up along with a little stuffed bird robin which accompanies her on her phsical therapy.

roy is probably toeing a very dangerous line. maybe for everyone else it would've been better if it was just sex. but now roy feels something.

he feels happy when he sees a text from tim. is excited to see him because he wants to know how he is.

a physical affair is one thing. roy gets the shit beat out of him for having one with tim and everyone moves on.

an emotional affair is a whole different ball park.

roy's hardly had a healthy relationship before in his life. he has...baggage. he has a kid. and tim is...fuck tim is still so young.

he has a whole life ahead of him and roy and...whatever they are would just be dead wight.

tim disagrees.

it's one of the first arguments they both have. tim insisting that he can make his own choices and mistakes and he whole heartedly believes that roy is nothing close to resembling a mistake.

roy tells him about the issues with all of this. how they started this when tim was just a kid and that was wrong, he knows that was wrong and out of everything he does regret doing that. but tim doesn't yield.

he tells roy what he feels. and they're all the things that roy feels. that happiness at the mention of him, that fluttery feeling in his gut when he sees him, that excitement when he talks to him.

tim likes roy just as he is. wants roys just as he is.

does roy want him too?

and maybe roy is selfish to snatch tim up when someone so much better could come along but....dammit roy wants to be selfish.

they don't sneak around like they used to.

tim refuses to sneak around with roy. he says it makes him feel like he should be ashamed of roy.

and he'd never be ashamed of being with roy.

they don't...explicitly tell anyone.

really everyone else kind of just assumes stuff about them.

if anyone sees them in gotham together they just assume roy is present for some jason related reason. when tim is seen in star city its gotta be for a case, right?

lian has her own room in tim's penthouse apartment. roy keeps his favorite brand of coffee beans and his toothbrush is in a cup beside tim's in his bathroom.

on christmas, a part is held at wayne manor and roy, pretty clearly, kisses tim under the mistletoe in front of several heroes.

more than a dozen people see tim lead roy up the stairs to his old bedroom.

tim is...fuck tim is roy's best relationship he's had so far. it's like a light of realization fills him and he thinks 'oh. this is what this is supposed to be like!'

roy and tim build something together. a nice little life. one with peace and support and love.

tim is one of the emergency contacts on lian's medical and school forms.

roy and red robin frequently team up outside of their respective cities. they have each other's backs. always.

both jason and dick tell roy they it's nice he gets along so well with their brother and part of roy burns to tell them that it's not just that.

roy's not sure how they could be more obvious.

they're definitely not hiding it or subverting it or trying to frame it as something with plausible deniability.

it's pretty obvious he and tim are together. even more obvious that they're fucking.

roy once read something about people being willfully blind or dense about things they didn't want to learn and honestly thinks that must be the case.

however not a single shred of doubt remains when tim tells his family and friends that he's pregnant.

at some point he and tim had stopped using condoms. they weren't exactly looking to get pregnant but wouldn't be against it if they did.

it's several months of roy fucking tim raw before it manages takes.

bruce stares at tim who is cutting up grapes for lian.

dick choked on the bite of a pear he took and is trying to clear his throat.

alfred is frozen where he's drying a plate.

damian is staring and jason shares his incredulous expresson.

the only one absolutely bursting with joy is lian.

"i'm gunna be a big sister?!"

that's when eyes fill with something. dots are connected, realizations are had, situations they'd walked in on now have new context.

"you fucked tim?" dick asked dangerously. "you got my little brother pregnant?"

roy is strategically placed beside tim who would absolutely never let anything happen to his sweet love and baby daddy.

"been fucking for years dick, keep up."

tim is newly 18. newly legal. now it's not just dick's eyes that are locked on roy like they're homing missiles.

okay so maybe his baby mama would let something happen to him.

in the end tim does protect him even with eyes and glares narrowed on him.

dick is muttering and glaring somehow stuck between a weird in between of celebratory for tim's pregnancy, indignance at the father, and indignance at tim being pregnant at 18.

jason, because he's roy's dearest friend and wants him to be happy, contents himself with a deep punch to the gut that leaves roy dry heaving over the toilet for half an hour.

bruce is not so easily swayed. roy knows bat are nosy but he learns exactly how much when batman posts enlarged photos of the nudes he and tim exchanged years ago, but some are more recent.

"how old were you here?" batman asks tensely.

tim raises a brow and asks if bruce really looked at his nudes and chat history with roy.

the rest of the family is staring up at the photos with gapes mouthes.

batman and tim get into an argument and the minute the word 'fourteen' slips out, jason is cocking his gun and pointing it at roy.

"well it really was nice knowing you, i don't say that to a lot of people just so you know."

tim slaps jason's arm but doesn't manage to stop the punch that dick threw that broke roy's nose.

the bats glare at roy as tim fusses over him in the medbay and throws occasional glares over his shoulder at dick who looks like he's wilting further with every look.

tim is a good talker. a better one than roy and within the hour roy's nose is splinted and bandaged and hazy with the fresh apologies from tim's brother's ringing in his ears.

now tim is a genuinely nice person. that doesn't mean he's not petty.

no one looks at them during breakfast after a night of being forced to listen to tim's cries as roy 'disrespected' tim in every possible way tim could think of.

now tim was a very smart person. so there were a lot.

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 2

Episode 6: The Time Jerker

It was a beautiful morning in Swellview. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and Henry was tucked up in bed snoozing. It was almost seven AM and in three minutes, he would have to get up and get ready for school, but it seemed like his services were needed elsewhere.

The beeping and flashing of Henry's whiz watch made him awaken with a start, his blurry, sleep-filled eyes looking around his room as he sat up. He flicked open the watch and frowned as Ray's little hologram floated above his wrist.

"Good morning to you, good morning to you, welcome to Wednesday, your face looks like poo!" The man sang to his sidekick, who looked both confused and irritated by the early wake-up call.

"Ray, it's...6:57 in the morning." Henry groaned.

"So? You wake up at seven." His boss shrugged, thinking it was no big deal.

"I had three minutes left. You killed three minutes of my sleep joy." He whined as (y/n) came into the hologram.

"He's a teenager, he loves sleeping, doofus!" The young woman smiled, still dressed in her pyjamas.

"Well, you know we have a good reason." Ray rolled his eyes at his best friend.

"True, true. Henry, who's one of the worst people in Swellview?" (y/n) asked the boy, wrapping her arms around herself as she hopped from one foot to the other since the Man Cave's floor was bitterly cold on her bare feet.

"Ray," Henry grumbled, making the woman laugh as Ray frowned. He saw how cold she was, so he put an arm around her and pulled her to his warm chest. Her icy fingers slid around his waist as she let her personal heater warm her up.

"Henry, we're this close to catching the Time Jerker," Ray told his sidekick, ignoring how (y/n)'s chilly hands made his hair stand on end.

"No way! You guys figured out where he is?" Henry grinned, ecstatic that they were on the verge of capturing one of their biggest enemies.

"No! I just wanted to tell ya that I might need you later if we get a fix on the Time Jerker's location." The superhero explained, confusing Henry.

"So, you beeped me now to tell me you might beep me later?" The boy queried in an annoyed tone.

"Yes. And I also wanted to tell you about the full moon." Ray said, letting go of (y/n), who looked puzzled.

"What full moon?" She asked.

"This one!" Ray giggled as he tried to show his butt to Henry. Such a child.

"RAYMOND!" She yelled in terror as she ran away to her room. If she had an eyeful of that, her lovesick mind would never recover and she'd be plagued by filthy dreams for weeks to come. Henry closed his watch before he could see anything too, flopping back down on his bed to see if he could salvage one more minute of sleep.

"Henry." His mom came bursting into his room, shattering the morning's peace yet again.

"Yeah, Mom?" The kid groaned.

"Can you look out your window and see if that hornet's nest is back?" She asked.

"Why? Dad got rid of that hornet's nest last weekend." Henry pointed out, his eyes feeling very heavy.

"Well, what if they came back?" Mrs Hart quipped, not wanting to argue with her son about this.

"I'm sure they're not gonna--" He sighed, but Mrs Hart was not budging.

"Go look out the window!" She told him sternly, closing the door on her way out. Flopping his head on his pillow, Henry got out of bed in a stroppy mood before climbing up to his window. He opened it and stuck his outside, looking up into the tree and to see that the hornets were certainly back and they were swarming at him. Letting out a terrified scream, he began to swat at the angry insects as they stung his face and hands.

"They're back, they're back! Oh my god, they're back!" He fell off the ledge onto his back as he fought the hornets. He even emptied his paper bin and put it over his head as he used a broken tennis racket to hit them. What a perfect start to a perfect day.

After getting the hornets out of his room(and getting stung more times than he'd like to count), Henry trudged downstairs for breakfast, but there was a cake on the counter that was highly suspicious. It had 'Taste Me!" written in blue cursive on it and it puzzled Henry greatly.

"A cake? Why's there a cake here?" Henry asked to no one in particular, his voice monotone from his foul mood. He did as the writing said and took a taste of the sweet icing.

"Mmm, not bad." He shrugged, enjoying how the icing tingled his tastebuds. However, his slightly improved mood was soured when a hand came shooting through the cake, frightening Henry beyond belief. He backed away from the creepy hand and held a knife out in his defence as he screamed. His day was really not going very well.

"Hahahahahaha, got it! Hahahaha!" Piper laughed as Henry dropped the knife and groaned in anger. Of course, this was one of his sister's stupid pranks.

"You've been caked!" Piper giggled at her brother's pale face and laboured breathing.

"What is wrong with you? You know how bad that freaked me out?" He snapped at her, the previously delicious icing now tasting bitter on his tongue.

"Hey! Everything okay in here?" Mr Hart came running up to his children after he heard all the screaming.

"Yeah!"

"No!" Henry swiftly disagreed with Piper, his heart still beating rapidly.

"I caked him!" Piper told her father, who seemed to ignore his son's distressed face and enthusiastically asked his daughter all about her prank. They both laughed hard when she showed him her video of Henry screaming in fear.

"Dad! You laughing?" He asked, annoyed that his dad was laughing at his suffering.

"Yeah! She caked you!" Mr Hart said, thinking that because Piper hadn't done it maliciously, she didn't deserve a punishment. Henry pulled a face at his family as they watched the video again. His patience was going to be tested today.

~Swellview High~

Henry walked into school, his peers laughing and giggling at him as he did.

"Hey! Henry Hart, whenever I taste a really good cake, you know what I always say?" Mitch Bilksy, the school's biggest bully, came up to Henry.

"What, Mitch?" Henry sighed. Looks like everyone had seen the video then.

"Arghhhhhh! Argh! Ahhhhh!" Mitch copied Henry's reaction from this morning, making Henry smile bitterly as everyone around him laughed. Oh yeah, his terror was hilarious.

"Hey, Henry, how goes it?" Charlotte walked past him as he stomped away from the crowd.

""Awful. It goes awful. " He hissed as he unlocked his locker.

"What's the matter?" The teen girl looked at her friend in concern.

"Well, first, Ray and (y/n) woke me up three minutes early and were all lovey-dovey and stuff on the hologram. And then, I was attacked by hornets. And then, Piper caked me and got it on video." Henry growled as he slid off his backpack.

"Yeah, I know." Charlotte giggled, much to Henry's annoyance.

"You watched it?" He asked in a betrayed voice.

"Just once...or thirty times, I'm not sure." She held up her hands, despite not being that innocent.

"Nice. Real nice." Henry rolled his eyes as Jasper walked past them, carrying a building model made from sticks. Obviously, he wanted them to ask him about it.

"Oh, hey? Will you take notes for me in class? I gotta go to my big interview." Charlotte asked him, nerves bubbling in her stomach.

"For what?" Henry asked in confusion. He hadn't heard about a big interview.

"The Language Information and Math Program," Charlotte said, turning a flyer around so he could see it.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. L.I.M.P" Henry nodded, reading the letters down the sheet.

"It's not called L.I.M.P" Charlotte whined, hating that people called the prestigious program 'limp'.

"L, I, M, P. Limp." Henry spelt out in a slow voice.

"That's just an unfortunate acronym!" Charlotte snapped angrily as Jasper walked past them again, holding out his creation proudly.

"What, Jasper?" Henry asked in an annoyed voice, knowing that his friend was trying to subtly grab their attention.

"Oh, hey guys, didn't see you there." Jasper lied, acting like he hadn't just been parading around the corridor in front of them.

"Yeah, you did." Henry deadpanned.

"And clearly, you want us to ask about whatever that is?" Charlotte added, seeing straight through the curly-haired boy's plan.

"No, I don't...I built it myself! It's a perfect scale model of the Nakatomi tower, made entirely out of toothpicks. It took me three months." Jasper bragged, extremely proud of his creation.

"Why would you do that?" Henry asked his best friend, thinking that his project was a massive waste of time.

"For my art class. My semester project--" Jasper started to explain, but he was interrupted by Sydney Birnbaum chasing Oliver Pook through the corridor. There was never a dull day at Swellview High.

"Guys, what's going on?" Henry asked the friends, wondering what Oliver had that Sydney was desperate to get back.

"Sydney brought this avocado to school." Oliver snitched on his friend.

"So? That's my business." Sydney stated.

"Avocadoes are full of fat," Oliver replied, showing that this was another one of their dumb fights.

"Good fat."

"There is not good fat." They argued back and forth.

"Oliver, that's Sydney's avocado. Give it back to him." Henry stepped in between them, not wanting to see the friends fall out in front of everyone in school.

"Take it, jerk!" Oliver snapped, throwing the avocado viciously at poor Henry, who was just trying to help out. The avocado hit him right in the groin, causing him to double over in pain and collapse on the floor.

"You okay, Hen?" Charlotte asked her friend, who was laid face down on the floor as his lower half ached.

"Mmm-mm," Henry mumbled and shook his head. Poor kid.

~Later that day, The Man Cave~

After a long, laborious day at school, Henry now had to report for work. Walking out of the elevator, he entered the Man Cave, expecting to see Ray and (y/n) skirting around their feelings like usual, or something like that. But no one was around. He walked into the room and threw down his bag, jumping when Schwoz sprang from behind a counter.

"Stop!" He shouted, making Henry shrivel up in surprise. Why was everyone scaring him today?

"What are you doing in my house?" The little man said to him in a funny voice.

"Your house?" The sidekick looked at him in confusion.

"Just play along. Pretend you're a burglar." Schwoz prompted him, Henry quickly falling into the act.

"All right, I'm a burglar...." Henry shook his fist at Schwoz like he was threatening him.

"Oh, yeah? Well, I have this weapon...now, yank it from me." Schwoz instructed him, his smirk hinting that he had an ulterior motive.

"Okay." Henry did as he was told and grabbed the gun from Schwoz's hands.

"Oh no! You yanked away my weapon! So now, I am defenceless!... Now, blast me!" Schwoz looked way too happy for a guy that just asked to be shot in the face and Henry really should've picked up on that.

"Owwwwww!" Henry groaned as he fired the weapon, but it fired backwards, hitting him in the eye. Very sneaky.

"What the butt, Schwoz?" Henry growled at the cackling man, who took back his weapon.

"I just made this, it shoots backwards." He explained, even though the boy was more than aware of how the damn thing worked.

"Yeah, I know." He groaned.

"You can use it to trick bad guys or bad ladies." He carried on.

"Well, can you just explain that without making me blast myself in the face?" Henry snapped, his eye still stinging.

"I don't see how---" Schwoz started, but was interrupted as a new voice joined them.

"What's going on in here?" (y/n) asked them, feeling concerned since she had heard a commotion from her bedroom. She had a feeling it was something to do with Schwoz's new gadget.

"Schwoz made me shoot myself in the face," Henry told her, pointing at the man accusingly.

"Yeah, don't trust anything he gives you. It's either diseased or dangerous." (y/n) giggled as a tube came down with a delighted Charlotte inside.

"I did it! I did it! I got in!" She screamed in joy as she jogged down the steps towards her friends.

"Got in where?" (y/n) asked with a smile, happy to see the girl so pleased about something.

"The Language, Information and Math Program!" She exclaimed.

"L.I.M.P?" Schwoz asked in a confused voice, which made Henry giggle.

"They don't call it L.I.M.P!" Charlotte snapped, even though everyone thought that the acronym was cute and easy to say.

"Well, congrats, Char. I'm really proud of you." Henry smiled at his friend.

"Yeah, well done, kid." (y/n) added, putting a kind hand on Charlotte's shoulder before she and Henry shared a quick hug. However, the sweet moment was interrupted as the computer started to beep.

"Ayyyyyyyyyy!" Schwoz yelled as he ran to the computer.

"It's go time, Ray! Get your ass in here!!" (y/n) screamed too as she sprinted behind Schwoz. It looked like they had finally found their target.

"(y/n), the alarm! Oh my god, (y/n)!" The superhero dashed through the sprocket and leapt down the stairs to where his helper was looking at the monitor with Schwoz.

"I know! I know!" She squealed excitedly as her best friend leaned over her.

"We're swiping and tapping!" Schwoz reported what he and (y/n) were doing.

"Sweet cheese, look! Sector 18!" The young woman pointed to the screen as Ray rested his hands on her shoulder and waist.

"I see it! Look at transformer 128!" The genius told his boss, moving out of his seat so Ray could focus on the target.

"Ahha, ahhh. We got him!" Ray cheered in delight as he fixed the signalled.

"Booyah-boo!" Schwoz exclaimed as he shared a high-five with Ray. (y/n) jumped into Ray's lap as she laughed in happiness, so glad that they had succeeded in their task.

"What just happened?"Henry asked in confusion, watching how Ray placed a celebratory kiss on his friend's temple. What were they so happy about?

"We just figured out the location of the Time Jerker." (y/n) smirked whilst Ray rested his head on her shoulder and secured his arms around her stomach.

"No way!" Henry grinned at the information.

"Way yes!" Schwoz grinned back as Ray and (y/n) swivelled the chair around to face the supercomputer again.

"Ray, guess what happened to me!" Charlotte tried to tell her boss, but he was too focused on his own success to care about hers.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He brushed her off, causing (y/n) to smack his leg as his arms circled her so he could type on the computer.

"Be nice." She scolded him, knowing that Charlotte deserved to be praised for all her hard work.

"How'd you guys pinpoint his location?" Henry asked as he began to chew a gumball.

"When you use a time machine, it sucks down a massive amount of electricity." Schwoz started explaining. Ray took a second to memorise the way his girl felt in his lap, how her shampoo and perfume mixed into an intoxicating scent, how soft her skin was against his cheek. He was about to go up against a dangerous criminal, he wanted something to settle his nerves.

"And the computer just picked up a major power suck. We triangulated the source..." (y/n) carried on, standing up from Ray's lap so he could transform with Henry. If only she saw the way he pouted and almost made grabby hands towards her retreating body.

"And boom! We got his location." Schwoz poked Ray as his eyes followed (y/n)'s movements, noticing the way his boss was pining for her.

"On top of the Swellview Clocktower." The superhero shook off any insinuations or smirks from Henry, Schwoz or Charlotte as he popped a gumball. He didn't want (y/n) to see how much she flustered him, it would ruin everything he had with her.

"Which kinda makes sense since he's got the whole time theme going on. You know, Time Jerker." (y/n) commented, thinking that they should've guessed the location sooner.

"I got into the Language, Information and Math Program! It's really prestigious!" Charlotte mentioned again, hoping this time Ray would say something nice about her achievement.

"Come on, kid. It's time we told the Time Jerker what time it is." Ray quipped, using the time theme to sound cool. Charlotte's smile fell as he blanked her, feeling rejected as he and Henry ran into the middle of the room to transform.

"Yeah, jail o'clock," Henry added, also trying to sound impressive, but his attempt fell flat since it was a bit...shit.

"Let's blow," Ray said after deciding not to comment on Henry's poor remark. They snapped into their costumes and ran up to the tubes.

"Oh, Charlotte. Congrats on getting into L.I.M.P." Ray said as Henry made the tubes come down. (y/n) smiled at his words; she knew that deep down, he really cared about all his friends in the Man Cave.

"Thanks, but it's not called L.I.M.P!" She yelled back, but the heroes had already left before she had finished. She rolled her eyes as Schwoz chuckled.

"L.I.M.P." He laughed, making Charlotte whip around to look at him furiously.

"Congratulations." He quickly straightened his face as she glared at him, causing (y/n) to giggle.

"Okay, little miss genius, tell me about your program." She said, wanting Charlotte to perk up about her new adventure. She wasn't into stuff like that herself, but she enjoyed seeing her friends smile. To her, sitting through an explanation about some academic course was worth it to see Charlotte so happy.

~Swellview Clocktower~

Henry and Ray climbed up the larger tower(which looked suspiciously looked like a copy of Big Ben) where the Time Jerker had made his base. It was a long way up, but all their efforts would be worth it once they were marching that piece of scum into a jail cell. He deserved it; he kept using his time machine for the stupidest of things, like, when he couldn't be bothered to the trash out. He'd just send it back in time using an enormous amount of energy. Asshole.

Captain Man and Kid Danger jumped through the glass face of the clocktower, brushing off the shards that stayed on their shoulders.

"Well, hello, Time Jerker." Ray snarled at the smirking criminal.

"Yeah, hello," Henry added, his appearance not quite as imposing as Ray's.

"Captain Man and Kid Danger. I had a feeling you'd find me...in time." The Time Jerker gave them a crazed stare, highlighting how he liked to use time-related puns.

"Oh. Is that how it is? The Time Jerker, so when you say things you use a bunch of puns about time and clocks and stuff?" Henry asked even though the answer was pretty obvious.

"I'll answer that question...if you give me a minute." The criminal smirked. How long had he spent thinking up all of these dumb puns?

"Ew, he did it again!" Kid Danger told his boss, annoyed that the man was taking this like one, big joke.

"I heard! You know, we can make time puns too." Ray told the Time Jerker.

"Hmmm, I'd like to watch you do that." Another bloody pun. Seriously, how many of these did he have?

"You know, I'm gonna--I'm gonna punch the daylight savings time outta.. you." Captain Man stumbled, his quip sounding really bad when he said it out loud.

"Oh, that was alarmingly bad." The villain cringed at his enemy's attempt to make a pun and made one himself to mock Ray.

The superhero duo grumbled to each other for a few seconds after they had been caught out before Henry had thought of something clever to say.

"Okay, Time Jerker, I see you walk the walk, but can you...tick the tock?" Yeah, that wasn't clever, that was embarrassing.

"That one was so awful, you need a time-out!" The criminal growled, causing Ray and Henry to seethe and kick themselves. Why was this so hard?

"That's right, tomorrow, you two will be yesterday's news, for my patience with you has passed!" He carried on, showing off his skill for twisting his words into time puns.

"Oh my god!"

"He's great at that!" Ray and Henry exclaimed, making Jerker grin evilly.

"Okay, maybe we're not great at coming up with time-related puns." Captain Man started, having had enough of the Time Jerker's games.

"But we can till put you in jail." Henry reminded him as Ray tried to grab the guy's yellow jacket, however, he was too quick for him.

"Wait there, Captain Man. You see, I'm the one criminal in Swellview you can't capture. Because I can simply leap through my time portal and go back to this morning before you figured out where I was, am, will be, ugh, you know what I mean!" He explained manically as the superhero ran for him again.

You come one inch closer and I'll jump through." The Time Jerker warned him, but Ray just chuckled when he saw Henry sneak up on the criminal.

"You're not going anywhere near that time portal," Ray told his enemy, who tried to walk through the machine's glowing hoop, only to be stopped by Henry.

"Hey!" He stomped his foot and tried to make a break for it, running to where one of the clock's iron numbers had fallen on the floor when they had jumped through.

"You get away from my time portal." Jerker hissed, holding the heavy number between him and the superheroes as a makeshift weapon.

"Put down that nine," Henry ordered him.

"It's a six and it's made of thick, heavy metal." He replied petulantly, turning his number upside down so he could prove Kid Danger wrong.

"Why should we care what it's made out of?" Ray asked in a confused voice, not seeing the link between the object's density and the fact that it was being used as a weapon.

"You'll care when I throw it at you with all my might." The Time Jerker snapped, causing Henry and Ray to scoff.

"Maybe you haven't heard. I'm handsome and indestructible." The older man bragged.

"Well, Kid Danger is neither." The villain responded, offending Henry and also pointing out the truth.

"Hey!" Henry exclaimed, feeling pretty hurt by the comment.

"Dude." Ray too thought it was a bit harsh, but their objections were cut off as Jerker tossed the six at the boy, the heavy metal bruising his arm. Ray leapt forward in anger as Henry bent over in agony. No one was gonna mess with his sidekick and get away with it.

"You can't defeat me!" Ray grunted as he wrestled with the criminal.

"I will too!" He argued back as Henry recovered at the side of the room.

"Kid Danger! Little help!" Captain Man shouted to Henry as he punched the Time Jerker in the face. Gathering his strength, Kid Danger stopped the man from running away and Ray grabbed his collar again. The Time Jerker tried to force Ray into the portal, his head just millimetres away from the swirling blue energy, but he managed to use his superhero strength to punch him back. With his dense skull, Ray headbutted the man so he could save himself from being sucked into the past, but the Time Jerker gave him a blow on the jaw. Ouch.

Seeing that Ray need a moment, Henry jumped onto the. Time Jerker's back and the two spun around as Henry punched the side of his head. The fighting pair didn't notice how close they were getting to the portal. Ray watched in horror as the Time Jerker forced Henry off his back and the kid tumbled into the portal before he could do anything. Oh shit.

~6:56 AM, the previous morning~

Ah, geez. Henry was back in bed, exactly like he had been in the morning. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, yada, yada, yada. He awoke with a start as his watch flashed and beeped again, making him look around his room in confusion. What the hell?

He flicked open his whiz watch and Ray was on the hologram, ready to sing the same song he had before.

"Good morning to you, good morning to you, welcome to Wednesday, your face looks like poo!" He sang happily, but Henry just tensed in worry as he realised what had happened.

"Oh, no. I've gone back to the...morning." He said to himself as everything sunk in. He had to relive the entire day again? His watch began to flash again and he knew he had to explain his actions to Ray, who he had just ended the call on. Putting on a brave face, he opened the watch again, where Ray and (y/n) were standing together. Obviously, Ray had involved his best friend when his sidekick rudely blanked him.

"Uh, hi, Ray and (y/n)." He greeted them nervously.

"You know, hanging up on your boss is not a nice way to start the day." Ray frowned at him as (y/n) hopped from one foot to the other again, clearly cold as she had been before.

"Hang on, what day is this?" Henry asked them, wanting to be sure that he had gone back in time.

"Wednesday, duh." The young woman answered in an obvious yet puzzled tone. She and Ray looked at Henry weirdly when the boy let out a long, tortured groan.

"I'm sorry, did you say ughnnnnnn?" Ray asked the kid.

"Uh, yeah. I did." Henry confirmed.

"Should we leave you alone? I feel like we've interrupted a personal moment for you." (y/n) smiled at him sourly, hoping that his groan wasn't something...private.

"No! No! No!" Henry said quickly, mortified that the woman had thought about that.

"Well, guess what we got some very interesting news for ya," Ray smirked from his big surprise, but unbeknownst to him, Henry already knew what he was about to say.

"I know, you're this close to catching the Time Jerker as soon as you, (y/n) and Schwoz get an exact fix on his location." The boy said exactly what was on Ray's mind, baffling him and (y/n).

"Yeah, but how'd you know that?" (y/n) asked the boy, wondering if he'd suddenly developing mind powers or some shit.

"'Cause, I've gone back in ti--" Henry was cut off as his mom came bursting into his room, forcing him to hang up on Ray again and jerk up from his bed like he had been sleeping.

"Yeah, mom?" He asked as Mrs Hart came in to tell him about the hornet's next.

"Look and your window and see--" She started, but Henry didn't want to go through the entire conversation again.

"If the hornet's nest is back?" He finished, shocking his mother at how he knew what she was going to say.

"Yeah. How'd you know I was gonna ask you to do that?" She looked at her son strangely.

"Well, uh, you just, uh, I...have no explanation." He stammered, knowing that he'd set himself up for a very difficult question.

"Well, do it, all right?" His mom instructed him and walked out of his room. Well, if he was gonna deal with the hornet's, this time he wasn't going to get stung.

"This is insane. I'm reliving this whole day." He told himself, chuckling when he realised that he could be sneaky with the hornets. Climbing up to the window, he opened it and shouted for the insects to attack him. Jumping back down from the ledge, he turned around in time for him to shoot every single one with his watch before they could sting him. Well, that was easy.

"Yeah, sorry hornets...for your deaths. Now I...Piper." He thought about what he had done next and remembered that his sister was waiting downstairs to scare the bejesus out of him. Well, not this time. After shooting the last of the hornets, he walked downstairs, ready to give Piper a taste of her own medicine.

Grabbing a mop from the garage, Henry sneaked into the kitchen and saw the cake on the counter like before. Perfect.

Without a word, he walked up to the cake with a smirk on his lips and plunged the mop through the top of the cake, jabbing his waiting sister on the head. She screamed in pain as he whacked her skull and crawled out from under the cabinet clutching her head. Serves her right.

"Why would you do that? You almost killed me!" She yelled at her giggling brother, who had nonchalantly opened the fridge so he could find some breakfast.

"Well, how should I have known you were hiding under there?" He said innocently like he had done nothing wrong.

"Well, still. Who walks up to a cake and shoves a mop handle down into it?" She asked him in confusion.

"It's this new thing going around the internet. It's called mopping. You've been mopped." Henry gloated at Piper as he sipped his orange juice. Mr Hart ran into the kitchen, but this time, it wasn't Henry's screaming he had heard.

"Hey, is everything okay in. here?" He asked the same question as he had before.

"No!" Piper whined, a lump forming on her head from the assault.

"Oh, yeahhhhh. Oh, yeahhhhhh. Yeah." Henry confirmed to his puzzled father. This day was going to be great, he was going to make sure of it.

~Swellview High~

One hour later, Henry walked into school like normal and this time, no sniggering kids were looking at him. Success. However, he still had to contend with Mitch Bilsky, who was positioned by the door again.

"Hey, Henry Hart." The bully said to the kid, who swaggered up to the larger boy with a smirk.

"Yeah, Mitch? You got something to say?" Henry asked innocently, knowing that Mitch had nothing to use against him since the video didn't exist anymore.

"...Yeah, I...feel like making fun of you for--something." Mitch struggled to come up with something to say.

"And?" Henry said expectantly, enjoying how the bully was squirming in thought as he failed to think of something horrible to pick on.

"I can't think of nothing." Mitch chuckled nervously, looking at his shoes because he felt embarrassed.

"Well, have a nice day." Henry smiled. Well, that went a lot better than last time.

"You! Have a nice day!" The larger boy growled in response before leaving to bully some other unfortunate soul.

"Hey, Henry. How goes it?" Charlotte asked the same question from before, but this time, Henry could give a much better answer.

"Awesome. It goes awesome." He smiled, feeling much better this time around. It sure was nice knowing what was gonna happen.

"Why?" Charlotte asked.

"Come with me," Henry smirked at her and pulled his friend away from his locker.

"I've already lived this day." He divulged, but Charlotte just thought he was crazy.

"Oh." was all she said, thinking that Henry had hit his head or something.

"And the first time, it was awful, but now that I know everything bad that's gonna happen, I can make sure it all goes gooooood." He used his catchphrase, smirking at how he had power over the day. Beat that for time control, Time Jerker.

"Yeah...why don't we take a walk to the school nurse?" Charlotte suggested, thinking he needed some medical attention stat.

"Look, I'm not crazy and-" Henry was cut off as Jasper began to walk past them again with his Nakatomi Tower model. Some things never change.

"Good luck with your big interview for L.I.M.P.," Henry said, cooly walking off.

"It's not called L.I.M.P! And how do you know about my interview?" Charlotte asked him in a confused tone.

"I told you, I already lived this day and I know you get in," Henry said, which probably wasn't a good idea. Hadn't he heard of the butterfly effect and shit?

"I do?" Charlotte asked excitedly, her heart fluttering at the idea of being accepted into the program.

"Yup, and now, here comes Jasper pretending he "didn't see us guys" here." Henry pointed to the strolling boy who eyed them as he walked past.

"Hey, Jasper." Henry greeted him.

"Oh hey, I didn't see you guys here." The curly-haired boy lied again, proving Henry was telling the truth.

"Yeah, you did. 'Cause you wanna show us your perfect scale model of the Nakatomi Tower that you made entirely out of toothpicks, that you built yourself and took you three months." Henry stated, shocking Jasper at how he could have possibly known that.

"Okay...do you have hidden mirrors in my room?" He asked in concern, thinking Henry must have been spying on him to have known that.

"No, gross." His friend replied, shuddering at the thought of seeing what went on in Jasper's bedroom.

As per the earlier version of this day, Sydney and Oliver came running from the corridor. They were still arguing about their avocado predicament.

"Ah, here we go again." Henry sighed, grabbing Charlotte's magazine and holding it over his crotch as protection.

"Avocadoes are full of fat," Oliver said again.

"Good fat."

"There is not good fat." This argument was getting old.

"Oliver, that's Sydney's avocado. Give it back to him." Henry told Oliver maturely, getting ready to avoid what was about to happen.

"Fine, take it, Jerk!" The boy threw the avocado with all his might, but this time, Henry stepped to the side and the flying object smashed into Jasper's crotch and made him collapse onto the floor. He fell onto his beloved model, destroying it completely. Well, that was a new development.

"See what avocados do?" Oliver asked an irritated Sydney, the two of them running off again.

Henry and Charlotte looked over Jasper as he groaned from a load of toothpicks in his face. That had got to hurt.

~The Man Cave~

Okay, so this time, Henry was ready for Schwoz and his mischievous antics. He wasn't going to be scared by him. Throwing down his bag like usual, the boy called out to the hiding man.

"Hey, Schwoz, hiding behind the thing there." He said to the genius, who confusedly poked out from his hiding place.

"How did you know I was here?" He asked the boy, his sneaky weapon in his hand.

"Hey...what's that? A new weapon? Want me to test it out?" Henry asked in surprise, a devious plan forming in his head.

"Yeah, please." Schwoz smiled knowingly, but Henry was going to be the one smiling after this.

"All right, let's see here." Henry turned the weapon around so it wouldn't hurt him.

"Wait, wait, wait, what are you---" Schwoz stuttered, but Henry fired the weapon at him anyway, the beam hitting him in the eye this time. Oh, how the tables had turned.

"What the butt, Henry?" He growled as Henry laughed as he would.

"Hey, that's my laugh! How'd you know this fires backwards? Did you go back in time and know you're reliving this day?" Schwoz's intelligence pointed him to the correct answer as Henry smiled.

"Maybe..." Henry teased him as Schwoz connected all the dots.

"Oh, you and Ray fought the Time Jerker." He gasped.

"We did." Henry confirmed, thinking about how (y/n) should've come down by now. Maybe time had been rewritten again? Henry had no time to ponder that thought as the tube came down. Thinking that she'd been successful again, Henry smiled at his friend, but it soon fell as she walked over to them in a melancholy mood. Oh shit.

"Hey, Char. Congrats on getting into L.I.M.P." He smirked, thinking his well-informed prediction was right.

"It's not called L.I.M.P. and I didn't get in. Thanks for getting my hopes up." She said glumly as Henry's mouth fell open like a goldfish.

"W-what do you mean? I already lived this day, I know you get in," he stated firmly, not realising that he had rewritten time.

"No, I didn't. Look at my application." She told him, turning around her sheet of paper which had a very large, red 'no' stamped on it.

"That's a very clear no," Schwoz commented as he looked over Henry's shoulder.

"I'll be back after I've cried in the bathroom for an hour or five!" Charlotte's voice broke as she dashed behind the secret door, making Henry feel awful.

"I don't get it. I know she got into that program. So how come--" Henry tried to say, but Schwoz had heard enough.

"Henry, when you go back in time and you change what you do, you can change the course of history." The man told him dramatically, causing Henry to cringe. He had screwed up.

"Is that bad?" He asked timidly, already having a pretty good idea of the answer.

"Yeah, it's bad. Come on, it's happened in every time travel movie ever made." Schwoz pointed out.

"Oh, man. It's my fault Jasper's model got wrecked and it's my fault that Charlotte didn't get into that program." The kid whined, feeling really, really guilty.

"Yeah, you change one thing you do, it can affect everyone else around you. It's the danger of time travel." Schwoz said gravely.

"How do you know all this?" Henry asked him, wondering how the little guy had become such an expert.

"I read this book." He said, quickly grabbing 'The Danger of Time Travel' novel from the couch.

"So, I have to go back in time and relive this same day again?" He quizzed, hoping the answer would be no.

"Yeah, yeah. You must!" Schwoz insisted, knowing that everything must be corrected.

"But the first time was horrible," Henry told Schwoz, but he wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Everything must happen exactly as it did the first time," Schwoz replied firmly, as the computer's alarm went off. The Time Jerker's location had been found, but Henry already knew where they were going. Only, things weren't quite the same as before. In fact, things were not good at all.

"I HATE YOU!" (y/n) screamed as she came down the steps with a suitcase, furiously stomping away from Ray who was hot on her heels and equally angry.

"I HATE YOU TOO!" Ray shouted at his enraged best friend, his face red but also incredibly hurt.

"I hope you have a nice life without me, Ray Manchester!" (y/n) seethed as she shrugged on her jacket, her stare full of hate. She couldn't explain what argument they'd had, but it had started soon after Henry hung up on them. It seemed like the rewritten timeline had affected them too.

"Yeah, well, I can find someone else like you. There's a million girls out there who'd love to be my helper!" Ray snarled, his words choking him up as his heart broke. What disaster had led to this? He didn't mean what he said, he'd never find another girl like her, not now, not ever; he was ripping his own heart to pieces with every word he spoke.

"Really? Well, I wish you all the luck in the world. 'Cause I'll never find someone like you." She whispered, turning around and wheeling her suitcase to the lift. Stepping inside, she gave him one last heartbroken gaze, her tears streaming down her face as she left her love in the Man Cave.

The alarm was still beeping as Ray's breathing stayed ragged, but his mind was growing in sadness. (y/n)...had...left? What had Henry done? The boy and Schwoz looked like deer in headlights as they looked at their boss, who was unknowingly crying as he robotically walked to the computer. He didn't know how to react, he'd just lost his heart, his love, his (y/n); he wanted to run after her and beg for forgiveness but he just moved automatically.

"We're about to discover the location of the--" He said in a strained, overly-happy tone, but was cut off by Henry as Schwoz scuttled over to help him and see if he was alright.

"Time Jerker. He's right on top of the Swellview Clocktower." The boy said seriously, knowing he had to get on top of that damn clocktower and make everything okay again. He would go through his horrible day 100 times over if it meant he could get Ray and (y/n) back on track to being together forever.

"How'd you know that?" Ray asked in a sad, dull tone. He felt like all his love had been sucked out of his body. She was currently walking to a friend's house, seeking sanctuary to nurse the broken heart she had left with.

"'Cause I do," Henry stated firmly as he chewed his special gum quickly. He just wanted to get back in that portal as soon as he could.

"I think he does," Schwoz confirmed, seeing how Ray was pale, quiet and sluggish. He seemed impressed and confused but said nothing as Henry transformed into his Kid Danger costume before he did.

"Hey, hey, Henry, where are you going?" Ray asked in a hurt, angry and confused tone as his emotions ran wild at how Henry went to the tube without him. It was certain that in the next few hours, after fighting the Time Jerker, he'd wander into (y/n)'s room and collapse in a fit of despair and sob into the quilt that still smelled like her. Well, he would, in theory. Henry had no intention of letting it get that far. He was going to make this right.

"To the clocktower. To set things straight." He stated confidently.

"Set things straight? Did he set things crooked?" He asked Schwoz in a heartbroken tone, wondering if his pain was because of Henry.

"A little bit." He replied. Little was a huge understatement.

"Meet me on the roof. I'll start up the Mancopter. And don't worry, you'll get (y/n) back, I promise." He said kindly.

"Wait, I gotta blow a bubble." Ray fumbled for his gum tube, thinking the faster he moved, the faster he'd have his sweet girl back where she belonged.

"Up the tube!" Henry yelled as Ray's shaking hands spilt his gumballs all over the floor. Clumsy.

"Ah! My gumballs. You pick the rest of them. Henry, wait for me!" Ray ran to catch up to his sidekick, but a stray gumball made him slip comically and he landed on his back with a crash. If (y/n) was there, she would have definitely giggled like Schwoz.

~Back on the clocktower~

The Time Jerker was sending his trash back through time again as Henry and Ray burst through the clock face again.

"Well, hello, Time Jerker," Ray said as Henry looked around. The thought of going through the entire fiasco of fighting the Time Jerker again seemed so tedious, so he picked up the six/nine that the criminal had thrown at him earlier. He launched the heavy metal number at the crazed villain before any time puns could be made, efficiently knocking him out as it collided with his head.

"What was that?" Ray asked in complete confusion, his face still pale as his heart sank like a dead stone in his chest. Only one person could make it flutter again.

"I'm in a hurry," Henry told him, knowing that it was up to him to get that person back in the Man. Cave.

"But you didn't let me do anything!" Ray said moodily, his lip quivering as Henry punched in some time coordinates on the Time Jerker's machine.

"Who cares? I knocked out the Time Jerker." The boy replied cooly.

"Well, what am I supposed to do now?" Captain Man asked, feeling a bit useless and depressed at the situation he found himself in.

"Just sit back and think about (y/n), dude." Henry smiled at him, watching Ray gulped and screwed his eyes shut so no tears would escape. Okay, he needed to get back now.

"What are you doing with that thing?" He asked as he blinked his watery eyes. God, he couldn't fathom that he was going back to a cold, empty Man Cave. He hadn't done that for eight years and now it felt like a stab in the heart to have lost his precious friend.

"I'm gonna use it to fix all the stuff I screwed up," Henry admitted, still feeling like crap. He'd screwed over his best friends and practically ruined his boss's relationship before it had even had a label put on it.

"Well, I'm in charge!" Ray whimpered in a needy voice. He couldn't cope; his childish personality that was usually kept in check was running out of control.

"Fine. Why don't you pick a place for us to take (y/n) for dinner?" Henry said, knowing that his boss would take his time to choose the perfect place for the young woman.

"She'll want Chinese food," Ray told him as the time machine's blue energy began to whirl into a portal.

"Cool. But first, I gotta go back in time, right now, so I can answer your call in about twenty seconds." The kid stepped up to the portal before diving in. It was time to set things straight.

~6:56 AM, the previous morning again~

Henry had made it, again! His watch was flashing and he was sleeping in bed. Knowing he had to get everything perfect today, Henry flicked open his watch and listened to Ray do his stupid song and dance.

"Good morning to you, good morning to you, welcome to Wednesday, your face looks like poo!" He sang happily as (y/n) came down the sprocket steps behind him.

"Thanks for that," Henry said carefully, eyeing the clock so he knew what was gonna happen when.

"Sure thing, kid." Ray smiled happily, his day still going perfect as his best friend walk up to him.

"Now it's time for me to have the worst day ever, again," Henry grumbled, confusing Ray.

"Huh, what do you mean?" He asked with a frowning face.

"He's a teenager, he loves sleeping, doofus!" (y/n) said her words from the first day and shivered from the cold, Man Cave air.

"Yes, that's exactly it. You woke me up. " Henry quickly agreed when Ray put his arms around his best friend and she snuggled into him. Okay, hopefully, that would do the trick for getting them back together. Closing his watch, it was time for the second part of his worst day ever.

"This is for you, Charlotte, (y/n)." He said to psych himself up before climbing up to the window and opening it. Here came the hornets.

"ARGGGGGHHHHH, THEY'RE BACK, THEY'RE BACK, THEY'RE BACK!" He screamed. Yep, it hurt as badly as it did the first time around. He even fell off the ledge and put the paper basket on his head. Okay, hornets, check. Next, cake.

Getting pumped up in the kitchen to be 'surprised', Henry thought back to exactly what he did two days ago.

"A cake? Why's there a cake here?" He asked again, taking a scoop of the icing to taste.

"Hmmm, not bad." He mentioned and Piper stuck her hand out of the cake like before. Time to be scared.

"Ahhhhh, ahhhh!" Henry acted like he'd had the living daylights frightened out of him and waved the knife around in fake defence. Piper fell about laughing as she collected her camera and Henry pretended to be annoyed. It was avocado time.

~Swellview High~

"Avocadoes are full of fat," Oliver said as he held up his dumb avocado.

"Good fat."

"There is not good fat." At this point, Henry could reenact their argument word for word, but it was time to get hit by the avocado again.

"Oliver, that's Sydney's avocado...Give it back to him." Henry directed the teen, bracing himself for the impact.

"Fine, take it, jerk!" Henry collapsed from the pain and it was safe to say that knowing the impact was coming didn't make it any better.

"It's worse the second time." He groaned in a quiet voice to no one in particular, but thankfully, Jasper's model was intact and Charlotte didn't know she'd get into L.I.M.P. There was only one thing left to do and Henry was praying all was well in the Man Cave.

~In the Man Cave~

"Now, blast me!" Schwoz told him as Henry braced himself for the laser to the eye. Sighing, the boy raised the weapon and fired, shouting in pain as the shot made his skin burn, much to Schwoz's amusement. Yeah, pain hurts more in the second round.

"What the butt, Schwoz?" He asked in a loud voice, hoping (y/n) could hear him.

"What's going on in here?" The young woman asked right on cue, coming down the sprocket steps in concern and Henry had never been so glad to see her smile.

"Hey, (y/n/n)." He greeted her warmly, knowing that she wasn't leaving the Man Cave for a long, long time. Thank God for that.

The tube came down and an overjoyed Charlotte ran down the steps. Looks like that had fallen back into place too.

"I did it! I did it!" She squealed in delight.

"What did you do?" (y/n) asked, not knowing that her history had just been completely rewritten.

"I got in!" Charlotte told her happily.

"Yes, I did it!" Henry exclaimed unbelievably relieved at how his friends were back to normal. However, he didn't realise that his words were lost on everyone else.

"No, I did it." His friend corrected him.

"Whatever. Congrats, Char, I'm really proud of you." Henry smiled, waiting for (y/n) to say "well done" before giving Charlotte a hug.

"Yeah, me too. I can't believe I got into the Language, Information and Math Program!" Charlotte said, her cheeks blushing from all the praise as she pulled back from the hug.

"L.I.M.P?" Schwoz asked and this time, Henry wasn't going to laugh.

"It's not called L.I.M.P." He scolded Schwoz, but Charlotte had some news for him.

"No, I found out they do call it L.I.M.P!" She cried, making her friends giggle.

"No way!" (y/n) laughed happily as the alarm went off. All Henry had to do now was take care of the Time Jerker.

~Swellview Clocktower~

Captain Man and Kid Danger jumped through the clockface for the last time as the Time Jerker disposed of his trash 65 million years ago.

"Well, hello, Time Jerker," Ray growled, his spirits much better than they were when he had no (y/n) to go home to. Henry couldn't think of how she knew, but the young woman had given her best friend a long embrace before they had left. She didn't know why, but she felt like she'd missed him in some way, like an echo of herself had felt great sadness. Sort of like someone had chucked a bucket of water over her, she wanted to reassure herself that she wasn't going to lose him.

Seeing the nine/six on the ground again, Henry couldn't bear fighting for the third time, so he figured that history wouldn't care if he knocked out the Time Jerker again. He threw the heavy iron number at his head, ending the brawl right then and there.

"Now, let's go pick up (y/n) and go get some Chinese food," Henry told his boss, walking away since their job was done.

"That's exactly what I was thinking!" Ray exclaimed, thinking that Henry was psychic or something. He wasn't, he'd just had a little heads up.

"Oh, and dude, when you see (y/n), tell her she's your best friend and she's important to you." The boy advised his boss, thinking about how the previous Ray had felt gutted that he hadn't said it enough before (y/n) walked away from his life.

"Why?" Ray asked, not seeing why today was different to any other day. Yeah, those words were the truth, but did he really have to say them to her right now?

"Just do it." Henry rolled his eyes as he opened the door to the Mancopter. Ray didn't need to know all the nitty-gritty details, he just needed to tell her. He had no idea how lost he got when she walked away from him and Henry was going to make damn sure they'd stick together.

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rphelperblog · 2 years

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Princess Diaries Quote Rp Meme

inspired by @dreammakcr - feel free to edit or change pronouns for rp purposes

you look so… young.”

“Just in case I wasn’t enough of a freak already, let’s add a tiara!”

“Because you saw me when I was invisible.”

“As always, this is as good as it’s going to get.”

Wait, wait. No, not you — I don’t even know you!”

This is getting us nowhere! Talk to me!’

“Thank you. And you look so… clean.”

“No matter how many times you press that, it will still go up and down the same way.”

“The student body may be morally bankrupt, but that doesn’t mean they’re blind!”

“Please don’t crush my soy nuts.”

“Somebody sat on me again.”

If there are no more passengers, I think we should close the door.”

“I have never worn pantyhose, but it sounds very dangerous.”

“I can’t talk to you right now. I’m late for a meeting with my guidance counselor.”

“Oh no, sweetie, I was in a very important meeting. Send it out for dry cleaning.”

“Sir, you will find that the word fear is not in my vocabulary!”

“Almost, but anyone can see your desires. No one knows what’s in your heart.”

“I’m a girl who loves black and is wearing pink.”

“I would kneel if it weren’t for my knee replacement.”

“A queen is never late. Everyone else is simply early.”

“Just because I didn’t get my fairytale doesn’t mean you shouldn’t.”

“If you hurt my girl, you will answer directly to me, and whatever crimes I commit against you, remember, I have diplomatic immunity in 46 countries, including Puerto Rico.”

“That Backstreet Boy clone you’ve had a crush on for years?”

“Is your mom dating an undertaker?”

“Nepotism belongs in the arts, not in plumbing.”

“I can’t be a princess! I’m still waiting for normal body parts to arrive!”

“I’m late for a meeting with Spain and Portugal!”

Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent.”

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, with hair so fine. Come out your window, climb down the vine.”

“The feat you ask, dear sir, isn’t easy. And I won’t respond to that line, it’s far too cheesy.”

“Oh, how brave. Most interns don’t even want to fetch my tea.”

“Your Majesty, I would gladly take a bullet for you.”

“We never rush; we hasten.”

“OK, I look like an asparagus.”

“But a very, very cute asparagus!”

“It’s not appropriate for royalty to jingle.”

“Tell me: How does my mother, or any person for that matter, go into a parent/teacher conference and come out with a date?”

“I look like a moose.”

can you just pretend you have a life for just one moment?”

“I’m late for a meeting with Spain and Portugal!”

“I don’t want to rule my own country, I just want to pass the tenth grade.”

“Ah, yes, but a very cute moose! Make all the boy moose go ‘WAAAAH!’”

can you drop us off a block from the school? I don’t want to cause a riot with this hearse.”

“This is a non-riot hearse. If it were a hearse, there would be silence in the backseat.”

“You know, most kids shop for a car for their sixteenth birthday, not a country!”

could you try to talk without moving your lips? The press have binoculars.

911, I'd like to report an accident... They put me on hold!”

Is this punishment for driving without a licensed driver in the front seat?”

I am invisible, and I am wet.”

“A princess never chases a chicken.”

“I beg your pardon, ‘Shut up’?”

“Now, what did you want to tell me?”

“Oh, your majesty, in America, it doesn’t always mean to be quiet. Here it could mean ‘wow,’ ‘gee-whiz,’ ‘golly wolly.’”

“I already have braces.”

“I haven’t danced with you since your birthday.”

“No, it’s bigger than orthodontia.”

“Think about it: I just found out that my cable only reaches 12 people.”

did you see what she did to me?!”

“Something that, I think, will have a very big impact upon your life.”

it’s not a championship game. It’s not even a big game. It’s just gym class. Just hit the ball. I don’t want to flunk you in gym class. C’mon, you can do it. Keep your eye on the ball.”

“The secret is, I still want to.”

“That’s a fact, not a secret.”

“A few moments ago, I realized the only reason I was getting married was because of a law, and that didn’t seem like a good enough reason. So, I won’t be getting married today. My grandmother has ruled without a man at her side for quite some time, and… I think she rocks at it.”

“Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear. The brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all. From now on you’ll be traveling the road between who you think you are and who you can be. The key is to allow yourself to make the journey.”

“To be a princess, you have to believe that you are a princess. You’ve got to walk the way you think a princess would walk. So, you gotta think tall, you gotta smile and wave, and just have fun.

What I really can't understand is that you ditched me again yesterday when I really needed your help at the greenpeace petition.”

“From now on you’ll be traveling the road between who you think you are and who you can be. The key is to allow yourself to make the journey.”

“I don’t feel protected. You try living for 15 years thinking that you’re one person, and then in five minutes, you find out you’re a princess.”

“I love your eyebrows. We’ll call them Frieda and Kahlo. If Brooke Shields married Groucho Marx, their child would have your eyebrows!”

“I’m taking your charm off of my charm bracelet and it’s going in the dirt!”

“Oh, come on, girls! It’s a ball, not a snake. Back in formation!

#open rp #open to all #open to anyone #ask meme #open meme #open to anybody #rp meme #ask prompt #roleplay meme #memes #open starter #anne hathaway #princess diaries #princess diaries 2 #meg cabot #Julie Andrés #princess mia

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mccarthawrites · 1 year

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The Truth About Charles

Relationship: Whizzer Brown/Marvin

Rated: Mature

Warning: Mention of suicide attempt, unspecified eating disorder

Summary: Whizzer finally tells Marvin about his past with Charles.

Author’s Note: I am well aware this will not be everyone’s cup of tea. You don’t need to let me know you disagree with the subject material. Read at your own discression.

Word: 1,275

The Charles Winston Saga || Falsettos Masterlist

Marvin walks into his and Whizzer’s apartment.

“You’re late.” Whizzer’s voice came from the living room, He didn’t sound happy.

“Yeah. Sorry about that. Charles called me while I was at work and mentioned that the prints were ready. So I stopped by his studio after work and grabbed them. Do you want to see the photos?” Marvin asked, walking into the living room Whizzer looked at him, almost offended.

“You went to Charles’ studio? Alone?”

“Why is that a problem?” Marvin asked.

“If you went just to get the photos, why are you two hours late?” Whizzer asked.

“Because we got to talking and lost track of time.” Marvin explained. Whizzer scoffed. “What’s the problem?”

“You were just talking?”

“Yes. He invited me out for drinks, but I told him I had to go home. To you.”

“Sure. Should have taken him up on his offer.”

“Why are you being like this? I thought you’d like to see the photos.” Marvin placed the folder on the coffee table.

“What were you talking about?” Whizzer asked.

“The photos. He wanted to know if there needed to be a reshoot. He’s a real perfectionist.”

“You’ve no idea.”

“Hey.” Marvin sat on the couch next to his boyfriend. “Talk to me. What’s eating at you? I know you don’t like talking about the past, but what happened to make you hate him so much? He’s not that bad.”

“You barely know him, Marv.”

“Then tell me. You know you can tell me anything right?” Marvin placed his hand on Whizzer’s knee. Whizzer turned the TV off.

“Where do I start?” Whizzer asked, scoffing. “I met Charles in college. At the time photography was just a hobby. A way to pay my tuition.” He got up and opened the liquor cabinet. “I’m not telling this story sober.”

“Mendel said that’s not healthy.”

“I don’t give a shit.” Whizzer poured himself a drink. “I met him at an art show in the village. We talked about photography and he introduced me to some people who helped give me my big break. Had I known I was making a deal with the devil, I would have skipped the art show. Charles helped me get my name out there. We started fooling around. Just fucking. No feelings.” He stared into his glass. “At first I tried my best, but I fell head over heels in love with him.” He took a swig.

“I thought you didn’t do love before me.” Marvin replied.

“And now you’ll learn why.” Whizzer looked at him. He had already started. There was no going back now. He’d never told the story before. He spent the past decade trying to forget what happened. “I started making steady money and I realized I wasn’t passionate about college, so I dropped out. Moved in with him. That’s when I got to know the real Charles. The devil behind the charming smile.”

“What happened?”

“Started off with little insults. Telling me I gained weight. Saying that he won’t be seen with me until I changed my clothes. The first time he called me fatass, I should have run for the hills. I started starving myself. Skipping meals. Turning down dinner meetings with clients. The only one who noticed was Delia, but I lied. Told her I was fine.” Whizzer sighed. “I passed out at one of his gallery shows. The next day he showed up at the hospital angry at me. Told me I ruined his show. That I was selfish. Said- that if I cared about him I wouldn’t have tried to draw the attention away from him with my dramatics.”

“Whiz-”

“We’re not done. I sat in that hospital bed, just skin and bones begging him to forgive me. I barely weighed a hundred pounds and I was apologizing to him. Then he softened and tried helping me recover. We went home and things were okay for a bit. He stopped insulting me. Encouraged me to get healthy again. Delia kept coming over with new things she was cooking. I thought my life was perfect. I had a wealthy boyfriend who loved me and was supportive what more could I ask for?.”

“So then what happened?” Marvin asked. Whizzer took another swig.

“Have you ever asked how Delia and Charlotte met?”

“They met at the hospital. Cordelia was visiting a friend and-” Marvin trailed off. “You were the friend, weren’t you?”

“Charles was being nice to me because he was fucking around behind my back. Having affairs with younger men. I’ll give him credit for keeping it discreet at first, but then he just stopped caring. Would bring them home when I was home. We’d get into a fight and he’d tell me to fuck off. After a while I- I stopped reacting, but that didn’t mean it hurt less. He loved telling me why I wasn’t enough and why he wanted other men.” Whizzer finished the whiskey in his glass, picking up the bottle to pour himself another. Deciding against it, he left the glass and the bottle and joined Marvin on the couch again. Unbuttoning his sleeves, he displayed his scars to Marvin.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I lied. I didn’t try killing myself after my dad kicked me out.”

“This was because of Charles?” Marvin asked, gently holding Whizzer’s arms. “Whizz, I’m sorry.”

“No. This was because I let someone else be the center world. I let him control my sense of confidence and self-worth. I figured if I died I wouldn’t feel as awful as he was making me feel. Maybe he’d even feel a little guilty. Char was a resident at the time and that’s how she met Delia. I didn’t die, obviously and Delia talked me into ending things and moving out.”

“Why did you- why didn’t you- Whizzer, I’m sorry.”

“I let him take our family photos because he’s the best in the business. I didn’t tell you until now because it’s a hell of a story to tell.”

“I-”

“It’s okay, Marv. I’ve moved on. I have a great boyfriend who I love. And I got lucky with a pretty great step-kid too.” Whizzer told him. “I am okay.”

“I don’t care if he’s the greatest photographer in the world. We’re never going back to him.”

“It’s fine, Marv.”

“No it not. He can go fuck himself.”

“I appreciate it.”

“I wish I would have known this sooner.”

“It’s fine. He gave us a really good discount. Did the photos come out good?”

“Yeah, but-”

“Let me see.” Whizzer grabbed the folder and took the photos out to look at them. Marvin sat, still processing everything. “I’m fine, Marv. That’s what therapy is for.” Whizzer teased. “I’ve had plenty of time to reflect. I decided I would never allow anyone to hurt me like that again. Which is why I was such a dick when we met. I knew you were going to be a problem.” Whizzer teased.

“You didn’t deserve that.”

“No, but I’m alive to tell the tale, aren’t I? I had to try killing myself or else Delia and Char wouldn’t have met.” He joked. Marvin looked at him, concerned. “Delia also hates that joke.”

“It’s not very funny.”

“It’s hilarious. This one’s going in the dining room and I want one for my office.” Whizzer held the photo of him, Marvin, Mendel, and Jason. “Look at us.”

“Of all the photos, that’s the one you want in your office? Why not-” Marvin went through the photos and pulled out the one of just him and Whizzer. “This one is cute.”

“Yeah, I guess it is.” Whizzer chuckled.

#Falsettos #Falsettos Musical #Falsettos 2016 #Falsettos 2016 Revival #Marvin #Whizzer Brown

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khaloymes-a · 1 year

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Chris Klemens Starters !

Sentence starters inspired by this Chris Klemens video. Feel free to change wording or anything else to fit your needs!

“Can you tell that I’ve been crying all morning? I’ve been crying all morning.”

“No, we’re fine, guys. We’re fiiiine. We’re fiiiiiine.”

“That house was literally so dark, there was no fucking light. It was like a log cabin in a horror movie.”

“Food is something I take too seriously.”

“Never has anyone ever been so excited to not collect a check.”

“Girlboss Mode Activated!”

“What the fuck is good, Kyle?!”

“I can barely remember what I did yesterday, let alone what someone said in a 2014 Vine.”

“I have Takis, I have jalapeños, and I have real ass cream cheese.”

“Do other people have this much trouble, or am I just extra Caucasian?”

“I have this hollowed out and we’re just gonna put some laxative in.”

“That was so sad, from start to finish. That sentence was devastating.”

“Hey Houston? We have a fucking GINORMOUS problem.”

“My mouth is watering, it’s like ‘Give me more, bitch!’”

“What the fuck are we doing here?”

“Well Philly Cream Cheese, we meet again.”

“I don’t like it, but I need to try it because I need answers.”

“It’s a dead watermelon, why am I so fucking scared?”

“It’s like when I lived in New York and it struck midnight: I’m doing two lines now.”

“Oh my god. At first I thought I was eating a hot dog, then I was like it’s cold and it’s also watermelon.”

“Fuck, and I mean FUCK, whoever came up with this.”

“Next up on this nonstop thrill ride, we have nacho Dorito chips dipped in marshmallow cheese sauce.”

“Yep, yep, yep. Wow!”

“I got laxative number two of the day: Cheese Whiz.”

“This is a sight I never thought I’d see in my lifetime, let alone yours.”

“I hope this microwave doesn’t give me radiation and I just drop dead on the spot! That would suck.”

“Nothing screams party like putting marshmallows in queso.”

“Can you believe I gave this any sort of optimism?”

“It’s not even gross, it’s just off-putting.”

“I’m done giving my energy to this!”

“I love peanut butter and I love pickles. What I don’t love is this bullshit.”

“I have pickles in my fridge, but I really like those ones, and don’t want them ruined, because no offense to that man, some fucking idiot on the Internet.”

“I’m not proud of this, but when I was younger, I used to drink pickle juice.”

“I was gonna say I had hope for this, but look where that fucking got me.”

“What in the Jimmy Neutron? Gotta blast!”

“Hello? Is anybody there? Where is everyone? What the fuck was that?”

“You will never catch me dead with a pickle and peanut butter. If you do, that’s the saddest way I went out.”

“I am sorry to the person in the Tiktok who I called an idiot, you are not as big an idiot as the fucking watermelon person. Unless you also came up with that. In that case? Idiot.”

“I think I’m making a mistake, but my hopes are incredibly high.”

“I’m a blue raspberry bitch!”

“This is gonna take out a tooth.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve always wanted a lollipop in the shape of a foot!”

“We’re gonna take some of these crack rocks and-“

“Ew, it has like wig hairs coming off of it. Okay bitch, me too!”

“It has some terrestrial vibes. Like, Saturn who?”

“Oh. Oh! Ow. Oh?”

“That was enjoyable.”

“If I wasn’t so scared of becoming Jack Sparrow and losing three teeth, that’d be a 10 out of 10.”

#( memes. )#FEEL FREE TO RB <3

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High School

So I look forward to playing this pack especially with the addition of bubble tea and more things for teens to do and be a bit more human I feel, I've also been missing prom from Sims 3 well School dance and well it's different from what I went through in high school here in Australia this is all American inspired high school which I'm foreign too, you see Australia we didn't have clubs or stereotypes and Instead of a School dance I had Leavers Dinner instead as far as School dance related I had Ball in College but high school it was leavers dinner I also was bullied by a kid because he was bigger then me this isn't a metaphor he was a big boy body was bigger then my high school self for less polite words he was chubby or fat and thought that made him bigger and better then healthy weighted me and he used that as a reason to bully me and once I hit college I was a bit mean but not everyday like that bully from high school and I was bullied extensively in primary that where alot of bullying on me happen atimes it felt like the whole school was out to get me next came high school wasn't as bad but the things he would say along with his minions weren't very nice if it wasn't some flaw in my apprencence it was certain aspects of my personality or how I laughed or something he would find it and bully me for it, High School crushes is a sore spot for me but I've experience it because when I told the guy he ran off screaming like a girl and told others who picked on me for admitting my feelings to him he was what American high school would dubbed as the popular boy that every girl wants but girls like me were something he would use as to poke fun about and embarrass me about it was entertainment for him in the most messed up ways and then my Leavers Dinner a piece of paper which had the letters of our first and last name down the side so with each letter someone could write something nice to us he wrote this whole I'm sorry for everything I did to your a nice girl etc that's was cool and all and then as I'm walking in town he tried to approach me be nice etc wanting to talk etc and he ask me about feelings and was lathering it on me with complements I told him I did like him but he ran off screaming like a girl and that I was over him the moment he rejected me he left me alone after that with all this our high schools had those influences but the clubs or stereotypes weren't in groups at least from my experience as the high school I went too was a Christian private School similar things happen that I Imagine would in a public high school just we had Christianity ever present and well I didn't get the choice of subjects as we were given what was called PACES no choice of subjects I didn't get that til College and College you would see the cliqs of people but they weren't labelled as popular/cool kids, Geeks or Nerds, the Whiz Kids etc I also didn't have the whole cheerleaders and jocks but if you were to see them and who they interacted with along with what people said they were like to tell which is what but labels were never used but you would get the odd oh don't associated with such and such because there weird or goth etc but I am looking forward to the new experiences this brings and I Hella love the buy/build items alot I would use myself so I think I might teenafy some of my Sims and join in on this experience I'm excited getting it tonight 🥰

#ts4 #thesims4 #butterflieskiss #sims4

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imdoingwhateverisnext · 3 months

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Dental Conundrum (a problem-solving writing exercise)

Susie didn't have insurance, but she did have a plan she was excited about. In an act of self-care, she was going to get some long overdue dental work done. Maybe then she would no longer have to hear people tell her she should smile more.

Susie begins by shopping around a dentist with good customer reviews/ratings for a reasonable price. She finds one office that charges $300 for X-rays and initial exam, not including any interventions.

She thinks to herself, 'If it costs that much for them to tell me what is wrong, how much does the actual dental work cost?'

She doesn't know because they will not tell her until she pays $300.

She tells them, "I am not looking to get out of paying for the work, in fact I have a plan. I was going to go to the bank and take out a loan for the amount I needed to get everything done at once."

They tell her they cannot help her without the money up front.

Susie seeks clarification. "So, unless I pay $300, I will not be able to find out how much it's going to cost?"

The receptionist apologizes and repeats the same basic series of words involving a $300 payment up front.

Susie understood that they wanted and needed payment for services rendered, but all she wanted was an estimate so she could move forward with her plan. She didn't understand how they had so suddenly reached such an impasse.

Susie says thank you and excuses herself from the conversation. She leaves the office with no clear answer.

It seems Susie has been completely derailed in the first step of her exciting plan; the actual planning phase. Feeling defeated, Susie goes home and tries to make sense of what just happened.

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If I were Susie, I would begin breaking down this strange conundrum. Initially, it is problematic that I am in a 'deadlock' with no compromise in sight. I am legitimately confused and depressed about this outcome, or lack thereof. It is probably needless to say, but if I were Susie, the initial excitement I once had has left the room.

So, how does this cash-pay system usually work? In the past, I have always had insurance when I needed to see a dentist. So I never looked into the different methods of payment. I just blindly and ignorantly paid my co-pay.

Is this an accurate representation of the situation I have found myself in? I do not want to use faulty logic when formulating a plan/solution.

I am not a mathematical whiz, but I loved solving geometric proofs in school, so I will try to break this down into logical steps as best as my brain will allow.

-If I were to check with 3 more dentists who have similar cash-pay policies, according to my calculations, I would be out more than a thousand dollars before even getting a tooth cleaned.

-Exercising due diligence, if I was shopping around, I would check with a few different places to get estimates. Isn't this logically how one would go about making an expensive purchase?

-The last time I checked, dental work (per tooth) can quickly run into the thousands of dollars. I would consider that an expensive purchase.

-Since I am looking to take out a loan for dental work, one could assume that I don't have a lot of money just lying around.

-Under the above assumption, would it make sense that I would have $300 that I could easily part with? Hint: The answer here is "NO".

This seems like a no-solution problem based on the information I have, but I will dive a little deeper.

-If I wanted to buy a car, a dealership using similar twisted logic would charge me for a test drive. They might even charge me for the privilege of looking around the show room. But how do I know I want it without seeing it or driving it?

-Maybe I want to buy a home, would the realtor then charge me to look at available houses? I suppose in this case it would be financially wise to already know exactly what I want before showing up. But if I knew that, why would I pay a realtor?

In what other situation would someone only tell me how much something costs after I first pay them hundreds of dollars. The few examples I can think of are mostly illegal or unethical.

Now I will simplify the above situation into a dialogue; just to be certain my logic isn't flawed. Would this conversation sound ridiculous if it were involving something else?

Me- I am going to the bank to take out a loan to give you a large amount of money. How much do I need to get?

Other person- I can't tell you that.

Me- I want to give you money for your services, how much do I need to bring you?

Other person- Give me $300 and I will tell you how much it costs.

Me- Does the $300 go towards the overall cost?

Other person- No. It is just so I can tell you how much it costs and what you need.

Me- I already know what I need. I need you to tell me how much it costs.

Other person- I can't tell you how much it costs without the money up front.

Me- So I pay you to tell me how much it costs?

Other person- Yes.

Me- One of us does not understand this conversation. I will make a purchase somewhere else.

Other person- Good luck to you!

Yes, I have concluded that it sounds ridiculous. This isn't an exaggeration. It is an almost verbatim conversation I had with another person. I am still confused by the cash pay system, and now my brain hurts (wait, who's on first)?

As if the state of poverty itself isn't bad enough, I am reminded of how it seems poor people are punished for being poor. In what reality does this make sense? I could start a discussion about credit cards, missed payments and interest rates, but that is a topic for another brain exercise. This is not a political discussion, nor is it anti-dentist. It is simply a written version of ways my brain tries to make sense of a world that often doesn't make sense; sometimes using flawed logic (because it is all that is available at the time).

#Dental conundrum #problem solving exercise #thought and writing exercise #you should smile more #when logic doesn't make sense

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autumn-oceanopromises · 4 months

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(1000) finally, at last, my heart is full of light

finally, at last, my heart is full of light

(free at last; free at last, Thank God Almighty, i am free at last)

choking on my own breath, hands tingling head down i know it is my responsibility to rise each day for my people, for my team

at last my heart is full of light

succession after succession of people too burned out to care i can literally pinpoint the day the moment the last wick burned out on me still smoking i run on fumes six days in a row, seven, nine, fourteen i'm not good at a marathon - but my sergeant told me start strong, end strong, pick up the overall pace damn, never quitting always wanting always show up even if you're late, i showed up, i shown up

finally, at the last my heart is full of light

bringing them into the light ideas weighted into reality, leaving behind plans they never stay fully-formed on contact with reality hovering waiting desperately hoping for the opportunity to stabilize and make everything better and god, god, god but I got there in the end didn't I cleaning up after someone else's mess cleaning up and cleaning up and cleaning up again i was escaping my prison, but this is now my prison (but now i am free - free at last, free at last, thank God almighty I am free at last--)

finally, at last my heart is full of light

a break a quiet break making plans that never came into existence meeting a programming whiz and making plans with him talking and laughing and doing escaping a sinking ship - i would have quit, i would have died 30 30 30 give me 15 more years to get here and if i don't love myself by the end i'll die trying, fuck, i'll die trying

finally, at last my heart is full of light i live--

somehow i'm the most experienced and the work and screaming entitlement has burnt the love right out from me in london I watch him leave, i sing him pretty songs that die to the long silence and plane engines whirring up to take me back into the sky i fell in love with someone who no longer exists, a beautiful girl who is gone the passion this passion i only want to teach now i only want to pass on what i know the love of connecting with people is burnt right out at the end

finally, at last, my heart is full of light

watching all the people i look up to leave this team functioning smoothly falling apart bit by bit, bad ideas starting to pump the toxic burr begins to cling, weighing us all down the doors close one hour before we close running in to open the gates my own late night i learn to flow, i fall into it, box breathe one-two-three-four i learn how to red-line and force myself into flow, this abject presence the repetition, the goal

finally at last my heart is full of light

lockdown, i climb into the clearing where i was buried, record the songwriting of a lifetime ago i was young then this infinitely long walk two hours ten years each way take pictures of the lonely park bench and the long stretch of path people leave in reverse are hired and i teach them someone calls in laughter cockroach and i teach happily he goes on three leaders before me, darkened days, the podium sinks into the floor why does it have to be so expensive to help people to see more clearly? i ask and i do not receive any answer i like

finally at last my heart is full of light

my first day: a busy weekend and i am floundering i am sinking it is six months counting backwards before i finally feel safe to stand on my feet building sand on sand, sand-bridge on sand, floundering, falling, sinking desperately choking on love and masks and my own failures and all the people who have called me failures and useless (i blow up at my father i am done i am done i am done) (here i am still decorated in lies but built on truth, the lies have become truth) i learn to love to sell, to connect, i learn to flirt and how to be professional even when i can't breathe, no energy, walk out to smoke and unwind

finally at last, my heart is full of light

sitting in a coffee-shop manager tells me i am overqualified for what i have applied for underqualified too but he'll take a chance welcome to being able to see for the first time what lies have become truth what truth has become broader

stretching back this line of coincidences this line of godly grace this line under sand become rock-solid (burnt-out) certainty

lying half-up on a bean-bag, is this a bedroom or a storage room listening to a brother pound on the door and say, leave - leave and don't come back - get a fucking job you're so fucking spoiled fuck off and don't talk to me again

finally - at last - my heart is full of light.

i am settled, at last, finally. built on sandstone. calm like the ocean, and free. the leaves are falling. (it's too hot to sleep) but oh, and oh, and oh -

my heart is full of light.

#spilled ink #poetry #staygolden #writerscreed #1000 #finally at last my heart is full of light

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batteredwarriorstillstanding · 1 year

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I am sorry.....I know I can be a jackass....and, you...on OCCASION, behaving in a somewhat tacky fashion is the direct result of a low self opinion.....again, I am utterly bewildered as to the chain of events that led to this, but I certainly disagree with it (I spoke with people who, in point of fact, are not huge fans of your's.....even they admit that you are intelligent and beautiful....among other things. I quickly realized people who profess to dislike you are describing you in a much more favorable manner than I, someone whiz like many men, are crazy about you....but one who professes to love you die to a unique insight into and understanding--to a degree, at least--of your being. I will stop piling on. I was visited, earlier this week, by a comforting feeling...a spirit, of sorts, I suppose. Now. I very rarely receive those which tell me, precisely, or even generally, what I'd going to transpire, specifically, where a particular scenario of question or disturbance is concerned

...but, I do frequently receive general "hey, you are on the right track here. Keep moving forward. "Be sure you continue to etc etc" or "man, get back on the path....back to the fairway, you are off in the WEEDS, bud. Don't even look for your fuckin' ball, dillrod. Take your fuckin' penalty stroke, hit your tee shot again, and hope your cushion still has you in the money after you double bogey this hole, AT BEST. " What's interesting is that I have always received intuitive "instructions" never to give up on my "crush" (which has been the subject of nearly everything posted on tumblr by me for the past 2 years) but, has offered no instructions on how to advance this, either....God knows I could have used them. And, I suppose, if THAT constitutes meditating, then I have done it. It is something I resort to when I care deeply about a subject, but have no clue as to how I should proceed....so, extremely rarely. It works, though. I should expand the number of issues which make it appear a wise alternative. Rarely, if ever, does it result in a regrettable outcome.

So, I feel like I received some actual advice just now.....this,advice? "Let her decide." I am with that...in fact, that is, essentially what I have been doing. Want friendship, wanna try a relationship, I can go do what with with myself? Oh

...yuck....would i achieve the same affect by just pretending you don't exist? Not what I want, neither is the friendship thing truth be told...i am just not sure you can do the kind of relationship I want. I KNOW I can't play your game. On the other hand, I love you. Ugghhh....this is why I need to talk to you....UNLESS you want nothing to do with me....then I don't believe I do. ..but, I don't believe you view me this way, either. We shall see....if I can get a conversation with you, I feel VERY good about how this will evolve.

#us politics

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ahtsumu · 3 years

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long shots ; miya osamu

pairing: miya osamu x f!reader

synopsis: miya osamu is the teacher’s assistant for food chemistry i. you can’t stop thinking about him.

tag(s): college!au, slow burn, TA!miya osamu, grad student!reader, fluff, reader is a go-getter!! ; warning(s): profanity, suggestive themes, talk of insecurities and imposter syndrome ; wc: 5.6k

a/n: happy birthday to @starrysamu! i love u. pls excuse any errors. i’ll weed them out later! btw this fic is not a sugar daddy au LOL

HIS NAME IS Miya Osamu and he always looks like he has it all figured out. Comes in every class with his black hair perfectly tousled, the sleeves of his dark button-up rolled to his elbows, a cup of coffee in one hand and the strap of that black messenger bag in another.

“He drives a BMW, did ya know?” Isla says in your ear one morning. Your only friend in Food Chemistry I gives you a pointed look before sitting back in her chair in the lecture hall with a smirk on her face. “Saw it this morning. Bet he’s loaded.” The two of you watch the subject in question walk across the classroom and settle in his seat at the table in the corner.

“Shut up,” you whisper with wide eyes. A grin–– far from innocent–– makes its way onto your face. “Imagine being Miya Osamu’s sugar baby.”

“He’s not old enough to be a sugar daddy.” Isla looks at her nails disinterestedly. “And that’s too many AUs in one. He’s already the TA, for god’s sake. This isn’t some shitty Wattpad novel.”

A light giggle slips out of your lips. “I can see the title already. My Sugar Daddy is the TA?!”

Now, if anyone had been listening in on your conversation, they would’ve assumed many things about you. The first being that you’re both gold-diggers. This is untrue–– at least, in your case. Isla, you’re not so sure about, given how your friendship only goes back about one month. But she tags you in memes on Instagram so maybe it’s as real as real gets. Their second assumption would be that you have a big fat crush on your TA. That one’s complicated, mostly because it’s true, but only kinda. It all started in the second week of school when Isla caught you staring at Osamu and slipped you a post-it note with both your initials encircled in a heart. And, because you’re shameless with a good sense of humour, you made a show of kissing it while she was looking. And thus began your meaningless but incredibly entertaining, satirical, co-written fantasy about Miya Osamu.

It also didn’t help that on the first essay you got back, Isla’s paper had been marked up with “are you sure?”s and “this is a jump”s, while yours had “excellent reasoning” and “insightful analysis”. You’d even gotten a little comment at the bottom: y/n, fantastic work. you should speak up in class more often. –– OM

But Miya Osamu doesn’t play favourites because the next week you’d gotten another essay back, this time with another comment at the bottom: y/n, not your best work. you could’ve done better by connecting your first paragraph with the second using grant’s reading. conclusion lacked punch, too. all the best. –– OM

Every time you’d read the words scrawled in blue ink, you’d felt a pair of eyes on you. But you chalk it up to Osamu being a careful grader. A good TA. Someone who cares about his students.

Isla calls bullshit on that. You’re not really sure how to feel about her stance.

The classroom door opens and shuts again. You don’t have to look at your phone to know that it’s nine on the dot. Instead, you and Isla straighten your backs, pull out your notebooks, and focus. Your no-nonsense professor says “good morning” in her usual perky manner before jumping right into her keynote presentation.

“Did you all find the reading okay?” Professor Lee asks an hour into the lecture.

A chorus of “yes”s fill the air. You bite your lip, wondering if revealing that you didn’t understand shit will out you as the class idiot. Or maybe your silence is telling enough–– maybe the people in the seats beside you have noticed the grimace on your face and are having thoughts like ‘gee whiz, am I glad I’m not dumb like her’. Heat rushes to your cheeks. Sometimes you really wonder if you’re smart enough to be here. Occurrences like these do nothing to dispel your insecurities.

You vaguely hear her ask something like, “Any thoughts about the reading?” It’s not that you’re actually dumb. It’s just that this class is ridiculously hard for an introductory course, even for a graduate programme. From the start of the semester til now, fifteen people have dropped the class. There’s just twenty of you left. Guess a ridiculously hot TA can’t save a course’s drop-rate.

Before you can make your mind up on what to say, your professor moves on from her question.

As you look off to the side of the room for a break from your thoughts, you find a pair of blue-grey eyes pointed in your direction.

Everything about you, from the expression on your face to the way your muscles tense, makes you look like a deer caught in headlights–– even though he was the one caught staring in the first place. So maybe your shamelessness works on a scale.

Miya Osamu lifts one corner of his mouth.

And as if the exchange hadn’t happened at all, he looks back down at his laptop and continues typing.

The rest of the lecture goes through one ear and out the other.

“Everyone, I believe Osamu has something he wants to say,” Professor Lee says as everyone begins packing their bags.

The raven-haired TA slides out of his seat and sits on top of his desk. “Yeah.” Osamu clears his throat and crosses his arms over his chest. You notice how the muscles in his arms bulge from the movement.

“Whipped,” Isla mutters, grinning mischievously.

“Him for me,” you whisper back, though your eyes do travel back to his face where they should’ve been all along. Osamu catches your gaze and holds it. And then he looks away again.

“Now, I know you’re all Nobel prizewinners in the making,” he begins, garnering a round of snickers and giggles from your classmates. Most people say that cliques dissolve in college. That there’s no such thing as popularity amongst graduate students. That much, you agree with. But no one ever said anything about popular teacher’s assistants. Especially smart, attractive, witty teacher’s assistants like Miya Osamu. “But in case you didn’t understand the reading or would like to develop a deeper understanding of it, don’t hesitate to email me. I’ll try to host a review session all of us can attend.”

Professor Lee smiles appreciatively at Osamu, adding, “That’s a wonderful idea, Osamu. Guys, please take this opportunity if you struggled with the reading. I know eighty pages is a lot, but our next three classes are structured around the concepts in the reading and the mid-term next week will almost exclusively be about it, too.”

Well, shit.

To: [email protected]

Hi Osamu,

I was wondering if I could get some help with the reading from last class. To be frank, I couldn’t make it past page 15 and I’m lost like a snot-faced five-year-old in a shopping mall on Black Friday. Sorry. Thanks in advance!

Regretfully,

Y/N

MS Candidate

College of Agriculture and Life Sciences

Haikyuu University

From: [email protected]

no problem. is 5 pm tomorrow at jack’s okay? we start on the concepts from the reading next class so i want to get you up to speed asap. let me know. thanks.

PhD Candidate

College of Agriculture and Life Sciences

Haikyuu University

It’s five minutes to five when you pull into the parking lot of Jack’s Diner. The shiny, retrofuturistic eatery is a university favourite but the empty parking lot tells you it’s completely deserted right now (and rightfully so–– who eats dinner before six?). The black BMW parked a few spots from your car, however, says that you’re not alone.

Osamu’s figure comes into view as you reach for the handle to the front door of Jack’s. The twenty-six-year-old sits by himself at one of the bright red tables in the back, typing away on his dark grey laptop.

His head lifts up at the sound of the opening door. Osamu calls out your name and waves you over.

“Hi,” you greet with a smile, sitting down across from him.

“Hey.”

You look around before leaning forward on the table. “Is anyone else coming?”

“No.” Osamu sits back in his seat. “I thought about hosting one big group, but then I realised that it’d probably be stressful for the staff here.” He nods his head in the direction of the kitchen. “And I had a hunch that everyone would have different questions. Forcing everyone to review concepts they already know is a waste of time.”

At first, you nod. That makes sense. But then you furrow your brows. “So how long have you been here?”

Osamu blinks. He hadn’t expected you to ask about him. “Hmm? Oh.” He taps his phone to check the time. “Just a while.”

Quirking a brow, you ask, “And how long is ‘a while’ to you?”

“Seven hours,” he admits, chuckling lightly when he sees your jaw drop. “A lot of people had questions. They just don’t act like they do. Anyway, time flies. Really, it does.” Quickly, he clears his throat and sits forward. “So, about your email.” He grins. “Not sure if you meant it to be funny, but it was.”

“I’m glad my distress was entertaining for you. Do you TA just to watch grad students suffer?”

“Perks of the job,” Osamu says. His grin widens when you giggle. He’s never heard you laugh before and he realises at that moment that it’s really nice. And then that same grin falters. Gracefully, of course, and imperceptibly to you. But not to him. Is it okay for him to be… thinking things like that? About a student? But you’re not really his student since he’s just the TA. Right? Osamu ignores the weird feeling that comes over him and clasps his hands together at the edge of his laptop. “Back to your email. Can ya tell me what you’re confused about?”

Three hours and two Impossible Burgers later, you suddenly understand everything about food molecules so well that you wonder why you’d even been confused in the first place. But besides that, you’ve also picked up things about Osamu. As a person and not an idea. Not that you’d been actively searching for fun facts about your TA. But they’d stuck to your brain like gum at the bottom of a desk. He likes to slip sarcastic quips into a conversation every now and then. Eats burgers upside down (“The right way,” as he’d said, smirking). Is friendlier than he looks.

“You’re really good at explaining things,” you comment as Osamu shuts his laptop closed.

“Well, I kinda have to be,” he says. And maybe it’s the mental fatigue catching up on him or the fact that he’s real fond of the reason why he can break big concepts down into morsels but suddenly, the rest of his thoughts spill out his mouth like wine. “I have a twin brother with potato salad for brains.”

“Oh?”

And before he can stop himself, he tells you about Miya Atsumu, the pro-athlete you’ve definitely heard of but never gave too much thought. And then you hold onto the fact that they were both on the volleyball team and you ask of which school, so then he tells you about Inarizaki, the high school he attended, and then his decision not to go pro to go to college, and then––

“Sorry,” he laughs, cheeks turning pink. “You probably didn’t need to hear all that.”

“No, it’s fine,” you say–– and you mean it. “Your life is interesting.”

Osamu leans back in his chair. “Well, I’m sure yours is, too.” He holds your gaze like it’s the key to your presence. It’s an invitation. The kind that comes from people who don’t really know if they want you around but also don’t want you gone.

You take it.

Osamu shouldn’t–– he really shouldn’t–– but he wonders about the things you didn’t tell him the entire drive home.

Isla laughs when you tell her about what happened at Jack’s. You lay in bed with your phone next to you on speaker, your face turned on your pillow so that you’re staring out the window at the city below.

“He wants you,” she sings.

“Or he was just being nice.”

“Methinks not!” Isla giggles. “He’s intrigued, girl! You’re like that cute little new mystery in his life and he just wants to get to know you.”

“I think he was just being polite.”

“Or he’s crushing on you!”

“In your dreams.”

“You mean yours? Boo, you’re no fun today. Usually, you go along with the jokes.” Isla’s tone is playful on the surface but full of implications.

A few silent seconds pass. Yeah, you think, agreeing. I do.

“Girl,” Isla drags out the word in a high pitch, saying it like a scientist says ‘eureka’. “You’re not playing along anymore because it’s real now. You're actually catching feelings!”

“Am not!” you laugh.

“The Y/N I knew would’ve said ‘nah, bitch, he’s catching feelings’ and I think that says all there is to say.”

“Okay, I think he’s cute but it’s not a crush,” you concede, grinning. “And he’s the TA, Isles. It’d never happen.”

“Not while he’s still a TA in a class you take.”

“Isla.”

“Ask him out once this semester ends! Unless you’re chicken.”

“I’m not asking him out.”

“Knew you were––”

“Have you seen me? He’s asking me out.”

Miya Osamu walks through the door at eight-fifty as usual that next morning, dressed in his usual button-up, holding his usual cup of coffee. But this time, as the rest of his tall frame passes through the doorway, Osamu’s eyes subtly scan the faces in the lecture hall, lingering for just a while over yours. The corners of your lips turn up. You hope he saw that.

“Bitch!” Isla whisper-screams. The students sitting around you turn around at the noise and grin at each other when they realise it’s just Isla being… well, Isla. She shoos them away jokingly.

“What?” you whisper back.

“Care to explain why our TA was literally eye-fucking you?”

“That was hardly eye-fucking,” you retort. “Maybe like an eye-handshake.”

“Yeah, a naked eye-handshake where his thang is handshaking your––”

He does it again the next class.

And the next.

And then he doesn’t. Miya Osamu walks through the door to Food Chemistry I at eight-fifty in the morning in a navy blue button-up with a cup of coffee in his hand and looks through the rows of seats in the lecture hall for your face, only to find it missing.

He debates pressing the matter.

To: [email protected]

hey osamu,

i wasn’t in class today because i’ve been sick with the flu (no big deal, just feel like i’m dying). a classmate sent me pictures of the slides from today so i think i should be fine, but is it okay if i email you with any questions? thank you very much!

miserably,

Y/N

MS Candidate

College of Agriculture and Life Sciences

Haikyuu University

From: [email protected]

y/n,

of course. sorry to hear that you’re sick. let me know if i can do anything to help you. the midterm is next week. get well soon.

PhD Candidate

College of Agriculture and Life Sciences

Haikyuu University

“You writing that the midterm is next week did not offer me any peace of mind, by the way,” you say, spinning around in your chair as Miya Osamu enters your pod in the library.

He offers you a wry grin. “Hello to ya, too.”

“Was that an accent?” You thought you’d heard one at Jack’s, but you couldn’t be sure because it’d been so spotty.

Osamu slips into the seat beside yours and pulls out the laptop in his messenger bag. You catch a whiff of his cologne–– something spicy and woody, but clean. It suits him. “Nice catch. Yeah, I speak a regional dialect. Took me a while to smooth it over but it still resurfaces every now and then.”

“Why?”

“It just didn’t seem fitting for a PhD candidate, I guess,” Osamu explains, opening the slides from the class you missed. A day after your initial exchange, you’d emailed him again (with a much clearer mind) and asked if he could go over the slides with you in person.

i literally feel like i’ve been given the homework from russian lit, you’d written. except the russian has been translated to hieroglyphs and my task is to choreograph an interpretive dance based on the hieroglyphs.

Osamu had snickered when he saw your email. that doesn’t even make sense. must be the fever talking, he’d been tempted to write. But that strange feeling had come over him again, the one that’d screamed at him to keep it professional, goddamnit, so he’d played it safe instead and sent is eight pm at the main library okay? He hates that you’re getting a watered-down version of his personality. Osamu swears he’s a lot more interesting when he’s not, well, a TA.

“I think it’s fine,” you say, smiling. “I like it. It’s you.” And suddenly, you’re wondering if it’s okay to be complimenting your TA. If it’s okay to say that you like things about him, or if that crosses some grey, unclear line. Is it weird to treat your TAs like they’re your friends? It’s not like TAs are real teachers. Right?

A grin–– wide and genuine and almost excited–– grows on Osamu’s face. He rubs the back of his neck as his eyes flit over to the laptop screen. “Thanks. Really.”

You nod. But you feel like there’s more that he might want to say, so you wait.

“I got a lot of shit for it when I came here for my master’s, y’know. Not to my face, of course, but people would refer to me as ‘the guy with the accent’. A professor once said it made me seem crass. Said it’d hold me back in my career.”

“So you changed.”

“Adapted,” Osamu corrects. “It’s hard to admit but conforming is sometimes all you can do when you don’t have the power to change the system. Can’t really make everyone suddenly respect a dialect.”

“And after you’re finished with your PhD, you’ll go back to speaking in that dialect?”

Osamu looks out the window and smiles, probably imagining the plans he’s already made about the future. “Yeah.”

“What if you have to speak the standard language at your job? Like, your boss is all, ‘hey man, if you don’t speak––”’

“I’ll be the boss.”

“Oh?”

And with a little more prodding, Miya Osamu tells you about the restaurant chain he plans on opening after graduation, the slides about food additives left completely untouched.

The librarian knocks on your pod a few minutes before eleven to tell you they’re closing.

“Shit,” Osamu murmurs, running his hands through his hair. You’re still laughing about something he’d said before the librarian interrupted him–– one of his stories from high school–– and he thinks that you’ve completely forgotten that the reason you came to the library was to catch up on the material you were already behind on. And now you’re behind on that. But you look so carefree right now and, actually, you’re very pretty and you’ve got such a good heart and it’s a lot for him to process but he knows he just wants to see you happy a while longer. So Osamu just slumps back in his chair and laughs along with you.

He says your name as his chuckles grow softer. “It’s pretty late. How’re you getting home?”

“I’ve a bike,” you reply. It’s good for the environment and is a pretty solid form of exercise if you do say so yourself. Sometimes you just don’t feel like driving.

Osamu presses his lips in a thin line. Would it be too much to offer you a ride? “I can drive you home. It’s really not safe for you to be alone outside, especially near midnight. You can get your bike tomorrow. Or I’ll get it for you.”

He drives fast. Not the unsafe fast that speed demons drive at, but the kind of fast where you know he’s got some edge to his character. You bring it up to him–– especially since it’s nighttime, for god’s sake, he could hit something–– and all he does is remind you how there are lamps as bright as the sun lining the entire road to your dorm. And the fact that you live in the least accessible dorm on campus.

“A twenty-minute drive?” he’d exclaimed when he saw the GPS monitor.

“A bunch of roads are closed for construction. It’s a ten-minute bike-ride because I can cut through campus.” And suddenly feeling a little burdensome, you’d added, “Sorry. I can still bike––”

“No.” He’d held his hand out in front of you, gesturing for you to stay in the passenger’s seat. “It’s not a bother at all.” Because it wasn’t. Osamu was… happy. Not that he’d admit that.

“So this BMW,” you start in a teasing tone.

Osamu smirks. “A gift.”

“Can I guess from who?”

“Sure.”

“Atsumu.”

His brows rise. “Colour me impressed.” He hadn’t expected you to remember anything he’d said about Atsumu. Or maybe he had but told himself otherwise to lower his hopes.

“I’m smart like that.”

He snorts. “Not if you keep distracting me and using your review time to…” hang out with me, get to know me, tell me things about you… “…goof off.”

You grimace. “Yeah. Sorry about that.”

Osamu makes a turn down a familiar street. It dawns upon you that you're ten minutes away from your dorm and suddenly you wish he’d just make the wrong turn at the next intersection so that you could talk to him some more. It can even be about the health benefits of fish or the molecular makeup of kale–– you don’t mind. You just want to be around him longer.

“I think you’re really smart,” Osamu says quietly. “I think you’re not processing the readings because you’re distracted, or just not fully applying yourself. Obviously, last class’s slides are a different thing, since you were absent. But you really are smart. I’ve seen your papers.”

You bite your lip to hide your grin, feeling heat rush to your cheeks. “Thank you.” You look out the window, too jacked on dopamine to think straight. “I think I still need you, though.”

And that innocuous little sentence floats right out your mouth into the air, settling between you like a little wedge before either of you even realise it. Neither of you says anything. You marinate in the awkwardness before stuttering out a clarification. “To, um, to explain things. Y’know, since you’re, uh, so good at… explaining things.”

Osamu clears his throat and chuckles stiffly. There’s a slightly pink tinge to his cheeks. “Thanks,” he says, looking straight ahead. He can’t even look at you. Fuck. It’s so awkward. “I’ll try to keep… explaining things.” Fuck. What does that even mean?

A few uncomfortable minutes pass in silence. The night can’t end like this, you think. It can’t when everything else had gone so well. You still have to see him for a few more months. “Did you know,” you start, catching Osamu’s attention, “that Jack’s Diner has a location in Italy?”

“Oh?” he asks, making the final turn to the street where your dorm is. He actually hadn’t.

“Yeah. I asked the owner about the chain a while back. Have you ever been to Italy?”

Osamu shakes his head. “I’ve been to Paris, though. To see a friend. He’s a chocolatier.”

Now, if Osamu had been your friend, you would’ve said something like well, let’s go to Italy together, except he’s not. He’s your TA and you’ve been reminded that enough tonight. So instead, you say, “When you open that restaurant of yours in Italy, let me know.”

“That’s gonna take a while,” he laughs. He appreciates how you said ‘when’, though. And he tucks that little bit of confidence you have in him somewhere deep in his mind so that it doesn’t get lost.

“Isn’t that just seven hours?” you shrug, grinning. Osamu’s BMW pulls up outside your dorm and parks as he marvels at what you just said. You’re amazing. You unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to face your driver.

“Thank you for driving me,” you say, offering him a smile.

“Yeah,” he replies.

You stretch out your hand. With a puzzled look on his face, Osamu grabs it and shakes it. Firmly. You can’t help but notice how nice his hands are. Calloused for sure, but they feel nice.

“Goodnight, Osamu.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

He watches you jog into the building before driving away. And it’s like you’ve possessed his car or something because the smell of your shampoo and perfume is everywhere and it’s too much but it’s also not enough at the same time and he can feel your palm against his as he spins the steering wheel to make a turn and for the first time in his life he doesn’t turn on the radio to fill the silence in his car. Osamu replays everything you said in his head.

But he especially thinks about that part where you said you need him.

Weeks melt into months. You turn in essays after essays for Food Chemistry I, each coming back with detailed commentary in an all-too-familiar blue scrawl. All your other classes go well–– extremely well, actually. You might just end the semester with a 4.0 if Food Chem doesn’t fuck you over. Isla still tags you in memes on Instagram. You still tell her about everything that happens with Osamu.

Speaking of.

“That’s the wrong equation,” he says behind your ear as he settles in the seat beside you. The sound of his low voice so close to your ear sends a small shiver down your spine. “You gotta switch the hydrogens.” Osamu knocks on your skull lightly. “What’s goin’ on up in there? Ya got somethin’ on your mind?”

You laugh and elbow him in the side. “Shut up, ‘Samu.” He’d told you during one of his office hours that he’d gone by that nickname because he had a teammate with a foreign name in high school. It sounded so cool, he’d said, grinning.

I think Osamu sounds pretty cool already, you’d teased.

And he’d replied, Let’s trade. I like yours, you like mine, why not share?

You teeter on the line between friends and less-than-friends and, oddly enough, more-than-friends. Sometimes you still play it safe. Sometimes he pauses between texts and real-time conversations, no doubt to scrap an instinctive reply for something more “professional”. Sometimes you say things that make him look at you with the ghost of a smile at the corners of his lips. Sometimes he calls Atsumu to scream about you.

“S’not a no,” Osamu points out. He’s dressed in a black sweater and grey trousers today. You’re suddenly reminded of how the weather’s been getting colder when someone opens the door to the university café and lets in a gust of chilly autumn air.

“Okay,” you admit, setting down the pencil. “I just… don’t really feel prepared for this next test.”

Osamu frowns and looks down at your worksheet. “Your process is correct, though.”

“Right, but… I don’t know. I’ve just not been feeling great about myself lately,” you laugh, looking down at your feet. “Food Chem’s the toughest class I’ve ever taken. And remember how I completely embarrassed myself in that class discussion last week? It’s not really making me feel like I belong here.”

“Imposter syndrome,” Osamu remarks.

“Correct-o.”

He says your name softly and puts a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Maybe you’re not the smartest, but you’re definitely smart. And you belong here. I’ve seen your papers. They’re just as great as anyone else’s and I don’t hand out compliments for nothin’. You’re gonna do some great things but ya can’t improve if you ever give up.” Osamu searches your eyes for a sign of your understanding.

There’re a lot of things you want to say but you don’t know how to put them into words. “Can I hug you?” you finally ask.

Osamu doesn’t even think about it. “Of course.”

He feels you smile against his chest and wonders if you can feel his heart beat faster.

Isla camps out in your dorm as finals come around the corner.

“I don’t understand shit!” she wails, throwing her notebook into the air.

“Isles, it’s okay,” you laugh, slipping out of your chair and walking over to her nest in the corner. “You gotta chill, dude.”

“Not fair! I didn’t have a hunk holding my hand through this course all semester,” she retorts, humour glittering in her dark eyes. “I had the Organic Chemistry Tutor and his accent’s cute enough but, girl, you had Miya Fucking Osamu!”

“You’re literally the worst.” You giggle and sit down beside her. “Tell me what you’re confused about. I’ll try to explain it to you.” The way Osamu does.

You text him that you’d channelled his brains later that night.

His reply comes seconds later. all you, einstein.

From: osamu

good luck on the exam

you’re going to kill it

To: osamu

would u like to divulge any… information about it? 😏 😏 😏

From: osamu

bye

To: osamu

i was kidding :(

From: osamu

fine. tip #1: write your name

To: osamu

not very helpful. 0/10

From: osamu

keep running your mouth and 0/10 is what your score’s going to be

i’m kidding

you got this, y/n

“Holy fuck,” Isla groans as you cross the street to head to lunch at Jack’s. “If you don’t see me next semester it’s because I’ve gotten my grade back and decided to drop out.”

“What would you do?” you ask, amused.

“Maybe move to New Zealand. Raise some sheep. Marry a hot, blond shepherd and fuck off to a cliffside cottage.”

“Solid plan.”

“What about you?” she asks.

“What about me?”

“Remember that conversation we had at the start of the year? About your man?” The two of you reach another red light for pedestrians.

“We’re friends. He’s not my man,” you laugh. Though it pains you to. Something about being Miya Osamu’s friend doesn’t really sit right with you, but you don’t know how to not be his friend. You don’t know how to move out of the corner you’ve backed yourself into.

“But you wish he were! And now you can finally hit him with that ‘Hey, Osamu, I’ve been madly in love with you since the start of the semester, wanna fuck like rabbits and then open that store in Italy?’ and he’ll be all––”

A throat clears behind you. With wide eyes, the two of you turn around.

Holy fuck.

Miya Osamu stands behind you with his hands in his pockets and an enormous smirk on his face.

“He’ll be all what?” he asks, eyes fixed on you.

Isla murmurs an excuse and starts walking on her own to Jack’s.

“Um.” You swallow nervously and shrink in your coat. “You heard all of that, right?”

“Yep.” Osamu grins. He grins. He’s grinning. He’s smiling like he’s won the fucking lottery and you honestly don’t know what to do with that information.

“So, like,” you look down at the sidewalk and kick at a pebble, “what are your thoughts about that?” God, you could die. “‘Cause I know you’re a TA and it’d probably look pretty bad and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you because I like you and it’s cool if we just…”

Osamu interrupts you with a laugh. “My thoughts,” he says, “are that I want to kiss you.” His fingers lift your chin up. “What are your thoughts about that?”

Well, shit. “I think that’s pretty cool, yeah,” you breathe, eyelids fluttering shut as his face comes closer to yours.

He tastes like mint. And his lips move softly, slowly against yours like he’s savouring the moment. And then you feel his hands snake around your waist to pull you closer–– closer because you both are tired of forcing the distance between bodies that want to be near each other, closer because he’s thought about kissing you just like this for so long, closer because you remember the last time he’d touched you was three days ago and it was just a brush of his fingers against your arm and that feeling of wanting more haunted you for the entire night. But holy shit, Miya Osamu is kissing you. He’s kissing you.

And then he pulls away. His dark eyes flit over yours. “I,” he breathes, “I need your course load next semester.”

“What?” you ask, disbelief written all over your features, chest rising and falling as you try to steady your breathing. You just kissed, for God's sake, and he's––

“I need to know which courses not to apply to TA for,” he grins, cupping your face in his hands. “Can’t be teachin’ in a class with my girlfriend as a student.”

“So we’re official?” you ask, beaming.

“If you want,” Osamu replies with a smirk.

You grab the front of his coat and tug him down for another kiss. “Hell yeah, I want to be official.”

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