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flowrxchild · 5 years

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🌼Get To Know Me Tag🌼

Thanks @satans-helper for tagging me!!! This is gonna be a long one so if anyone feels it’s necessary, please tell me to shut up! oke doke les do it❤️

1. What’s your middle name?

Olivia!

2. How old are you?

20, very cool and very funky years..

3. When’s your birthday?

January 8th

4. What’s your zodiac sign?

Capricorn 🐏 also an Aries rising, Libra moon if anyone cares lol

5. What’s your favourite colour?

Rn it’s yellow!

6. What’s your lucky number?

Ok I rlly gotta pick one soon cuz I just don’t have one lol

7. Do you have any pets?

Used to have a chubby brown lab but she was an old girl:( BUT recently I have fed a stray cat enough for him to come back everyday so he is now mine by Ricky Law™️

8. Where are you from?

Toronto, Canada baybee

9. How tall are you?

5’5

10. What shoe size are you?

7 and a half? I think?

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

Not that many like 5 tops lol

12. What was your last dream about?

Last night I dreamt about going horse back riding?? I woke up like ...she’s a horse girl, I knew it..

13. What talents do you have?

I can draw/paint?? Also I’m a pretty snazzy photographer

14. Are you psychic in any way?

I’m definitely intuitive...I’ve experienced some very strange coincidences in my life...

15. Favourite song?

Jimi Hendrix’ Voodoo Chile

16. Favourite Movie?

Moonrise Kingdom

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

*stares in Josh Kiszka yearn*

18. Do you want children?

Erm not sure yet

19. Do you want a church wedding?

Lol I want whatever the opposite of a church wedding is..

20. Are you religious?

Nope.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

Yes. I’m so clumsy I am a danger to myself at this point...

22. Have you ever gotten in trouble with the law?

No I’m literally a baby chicken and will cry if u raise ur voice at me

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

Not formally? I’ve seen a lot of random celebrities just walking around tho cuz I live in a big city

24. Baths or showers?

Showers, practically but I love me a good bath now and again

25. What color socks are you wearing?

Im not wearing any ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ;-) Sam Kiszka tease ;-) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

26. Have you ever been famous?

One time my painting was put into a community art gallery and they took my photo for the local newspaper except they made the centre fold of the page fold into the picture around my face so it got all distorted and it was like when Mike Wazowski was in the Monsters Inc commercial...

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

Not rlly..

28. What type of music do you like?

Rock, folk and indie but I will listen to anything

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

Yes. Me and my friends do it every year as a cottage tradition!

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

3...I need to be snuggled AND supported

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

I don’t sleep unless I curl up into the smallest ball possible like a friggin cat

32. How big is your house?

She smol

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

Literally just coffee most days. I love anarchy

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

Nope. Don’t have the desire to either.

35. Have you ever tried archery?

I have not but I’ve always wanted to!

36. Favourite clean word?

Cozzy

37. Favourite swear word?

Cunty but like as an adjective

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

Not rlly sure...probably only a day. I’m a very sleepy person

39. Do you have any scars?

Yep

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

If I told you, they wouldn’t be secret ;-)

41. Are you a good liar?

No not at all. My face gives it away so badly

42. Are you a good judge of character?

I like to think so. My first impressions of people tend to be true.

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

Ya but not well ahsgag

44. Do you have a strong accent?

I don’t think I do, but my family from the states always says we have the stereotypical “Canadian accent”.

45. What is your favourite accent?

I loooove Irish accents. I find them very pleasing to hear!

46. What’s your personality type?

INFP-T to be precise

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

My prom dress I think? I got it a Free People for 90$ and at that store, that’s a steal...

48. Can your curl your tongue?

Yeth

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

If this is referring to my belly button then, innie

50. Left or right handed?

Right handed

51. Are you scared of spiders?

Ew ya

52. Favourite food?

Ok my fave food is also my fave foreign food and it’s Indian!

53. Favourite foreign food?

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

messy...ITS CAREFUL CHAOS OK?

55. Most used phrase?

I really am not sure...

56. Most used word?

probably ‘like’. Yes I’m gen Z, yes I have trouble articulating my thoughts. And what about it???

57. How long does it take you to get ready?

I need at least an hour...I like to plan

58. Do you have much of an ego?

I don’t think so??

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

If you bite lollipops, you’re in jail now, I don’t make the law.

60. Do you talk to yourself?

Yes, I’m the funniest person I know.

61. Do you sing to yourself?

Yes, funny you ask, I’m not only the funniest person I know, but also North America’s greatest entertainer!

62. Are you a good singer?

No! But I will preform for myself and the spiders living in my room. Yes, we exist!

63. Biggest fear?

Losing the people I love, being trapped.

64. Are you a gossip?

No yuck i hate it.

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

this is too broad and difficult but The Witch. It’s spooky and dramatic.

66. Do you like long or short hair?

I don’t rlly have a preference...

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

Probably if I try really really hard lol as a Canadian, this is a good road trip game

68. Favourite school subject?

Art or English!

69. Extrovert or introvert?

Introvert

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

No but something about makes me anxious

71. What makes you nervous?

I would really love to find something that doesn’t make me anxious. Let’s start with that.

72. Are you scared of the dark?

No! I find it comforting sometimes actually

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

Depends. I hate confrontation so I only do it if it really matters...

74. Are you ticklish?

Ok I wanna know who isn’t! Like whomst is not ticklish??

75. Have you ever started a rumour?

I hope not...I would feel very stinky

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

If by authority you mean telling my sister to get out of my unassigned-assigned spot on the couch even though my voice cracks a little as I do it causing her to laugh even harder, than yes.

77. Have you ever drank underage?

Yes. *police sirens grow closer*

78. Have you ever done drugs?

I have done a weed or 2. Yes

79. Who was your first real crush?

My neighbour lol

80. How many piercings do you have?

3! My ears and also my cartilage! Used to have my septum, but it caused me too many problems so i let it grow over :(

81. Can you roll your R’s?

Ya!

82. How fast can you type?

So fast *spongebob voice* wanna see me do it again?

83. How fast can you run?

I would probably be the first to go in a horror movie

84. What colour is your hair?

Dark brown

85. What colour are your eyes?

Brown

86. What are you allergic to?

Nothing substantial.

87. Do you keep a journal?

Ya I do!

88. What do your parents do?

My mums a school secretary and my dads a fraud investigator

89. Do you like your age?

U know what, ya..I can’t complain.

90. What makes you angry?

Injustice and rudeness

91. Do you like your own name?

Ya I don’t mind it

92. Have you already thought of baby names if so what are they?

I mean I have names that I like but it’s not something I write down so I always forgot lol

93. Do you want a boy or a girl child?

I really couldn’t care less

94. What are your strengths?

Physically, I’m a sack of bones with the upper body strength of a new born baby but I like to think my sense of humour makes me tolerable *finger guns*

95. What are your weaknesses?

I am one frightened human bean.

96. How did you get your name?

Tru story: throughout my moms whole pregnancy, everyone including the doctors were convinced I was gonna be a boy because they could never get a clear look at me in the ultra sounds so my parents had only picked out boy names until I was born to which they changed their choice of “Eric” to Erika :))

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

Not at all lol

98. Do you have any scars?

Did I already answer this one? I think I did?

99. Colour of your bedspread?

White with pink floral pattern! (From ikea lol)

100. Colour of your room?

It’s an off-white

Ok I wanna tag these lovely beans @pe2chie @turntonightfirelight @camomillacatalina @witchgoddess @blackdressedtinyone 💗💗💗

#tag game #get to know me tag #ty!!

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strangely-amusing · 6 years

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Oppa

Characters : Jaehyun x You

WordCount : 4,886

Genre : Romance, Teacher!Jaehyun

Note : Crappy title, i know. But i can’t think of any other words. Anyway, this is a repost bcs back then i made this into 2 parts (idk why)

You looked at your reflection in the mirror and smiled. Your hair had grown a lot longer and you were very happy about it. You fixed your bangs one more time, and grabbed your bag. You turned off the lamp and left your room, walking downstairs happily. At the dining table, your parents and brother were already waiting for you, quietly munching on their toast.

“Good morning!” You chirped happily, taking a seat next to your brother. They all looked up and took a few seconds, deciding whether they like your new hair or not. Your mom smiled sweetly and bopped your nose. “You look stunning, dear”

“Aw thank-“

“Yes, you look stunning, you look gorgeous. But way too pretty for school. What if you get hit on??” Your brother exclaimed, cutting you off.

“Agreed.” Your dad shortly added, sipping on his tea.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed a toast. “Come on now, You get hit on all the time. Its not like i would date everyone who hit on me.”

He looked at you weirdly. “Now you can’t blame me for my good looks. You can blame them.” He said, eyeing your parents. “And also, i can’t protect you from those nasty fuckboys.”

“Language, Taeyong.” Your mom glanced at him. She then grinned. “you should thank me and your father for your good looks. People spend a lot of money to get a nose like yours, Taeyong.”

Taeyong sighed. “Still, what if she attracts the wrong kind of people? I don’t want my lil sister getting hurt.”

You munched on your toast and smiled at him. “Don’t worry, I will tell you everything!”

Your dad looked up and squinted his eyes. “by everything you mean, um, i dont know, everyone?”

You nodded, finisihing your toast. “Everyone. Friends, Best friends, Crush, Boyfriend, if i have one. I’m only gonna tell Taeyong though.”

“Come on now.” Your dad groaned while Taeyong grinned, giving you two thumbs up. Your dad glared at Taeyong and gave him a frown. “I expect you to tell me everything.”

Taeyong smiled and shook his head. “Nope.”

In which you cheered and gave him a hi-5. Your dad’s face fell and his jaw dropped. He then glanced at your mom, hoping for her support. Without looking up from her breakfast, she shortly said, “Darling, they are young and you should let them be free.”

“That’s exactly why! They’re young and dumb!” Your dad said, frowning. You and Taeyong looked at him, dramatically gasping. “Dad!!!”

“Taeyong is turning 24 this year, And he graduated from the best university in this country and he just got a job at one of the best company out there, and y/n is turning 21 in a few months, also in the best university in this country. So what’s your point?” Your mom deadpanned, looking at him with her eyebrow furrowed. You and Taeyong grinned widely, giving two thumbs up for your mom.

Your dad frowned, unable to argue. ”…….Fine.”

You and Taeyong grinned at each other. Your dad frowned and continued to eat, mumbling about how both of you were “too young” for everything.

Your mom chuckled and got up to give him a kiss on his cheeks. “They’re not children anymore, They’re old enough to make their own decisions.” She said softly.

Your dad sighed, glancing at you and taeyong. “I guess you’re right. But still, you two have to tell me about your current boyfriend and girlfriend, alright?”

“Sir yes sir!” You chirped, doing a salute. Taeyong laughed yet he copied your moves. Your parents chuckled, shaking their heads. Your mom gathered the dirty plates and put them in the dishwasher. “y/n you should get going, your class starts at 10 right?”

You glanced at the clock and nodded at Taeyong. “Come on!”

Taeyong got up from his seat and grabbed his keys. “You know, i always drive you to college And yet you never give me anything in return.”

You put on your shoes and looked at him. “I bake you cakes.”

“I know, but can you maybe, uh i dont know, give your brother a hug or something?” He said, giving you big puppy eyes. You chuckled and stood up. “What is wrong with you today?”

You tiptoed and hugged him tight. “There. Now lets go, I’m gonna be late.”

Taeyong grinned and pulled you outside. “Lets go! Mom! Dad! We’re leaving!”

“Be careful! Don’t speed up!”

Was the last thing you heard before getting in the car.

♡

The ride was mostly silent, mainly because of Taeyong was focused on the road and didn’t want any distractions. You were excited to see your friends. You haven’t gotten the chance to spend your holiday with them as you were busy with yourself the past month. You were trying to lose some weight, to make your skin smooth, to make yourself happy. You weren’t overweight before, but you were definitely not slim either. Your skin wasn’t dry or oily, but you used to have acnes here and there. You were very happy and satisfied with yourself for being able to do things that would make yourself confident.

Now that college has started, You were excited to see what your friends’ reaction about your physical changes. You were also excited to see his reaction.

You walked slowly in the midst of the crowd, being careful not to drop anything or bump into someone. Some people greeted you, some even tried to flirt, and you replied them politely, only thinking about a certain male. You successfully walked past the crowd, and went straight to your class. The class was empty, except for Hani, your bestfriend, sitting in the back of the class. She looked up and her eyes shone. “y/n!”

You gave her a wide smile and walked up to her seat. She immediately stood up and hugged you tight. “I miss you!!!”

You chuckled, feeling a tiny bit embarrassed because people are starting to enter the class. “I miss you too!”

She then let go and looked at you, from your head to your toe and then back to your head. “you gotta tell me what the heck did you do because you look drop dead gorgeous”

“Actually I-“

“I mean you look hot before but now you’re like, so freaking hot??” Hani cut you off, shamelessly checking you out.

You chuckled, blushing a little bit because she was being too loud. “yea i’ve been working on it the past month.

She smirked and then whispered. “I can’t wait to see his reaction.”

You blushed, a certain male popped into your head. “I’m scared though. What if he thinks i’m ugly??or if my bangs are weird?”

Hani looked at you weirdly for a few seconds before hitting your head lightly. “Have you seen yourself? You look gorgeous. You’ve got to change that mind set. Be confident”

You rolled your eyes, but she was right. You have to be confident. “Kay, im gonna sit in the front. you coming?”

She shook his head. “Nope. I’m planning to take a nap.”

You chuckled at her response, and then walked to the front of the class. You chose the chair that was the nearest to the teacher’s desk. It was your unassigned assigned seat. You sat down and put your bag down, only pulling out your notebook and a black pen.

You patiently waited, seeing students started to fill up the class. By the time the clocks struck at 9.50, the class was already full. You watched the door as your heart started to beat faster, expecting a certain someone to walk in.

At exactly 10 AM, The person you were waiting for finally walked in. He was wearing a white button down shirt and black skinny jeans. His usual curly brown hair was now gone, replaced by a short jet black hair. He was gorgeous.

“Good morning class!” His deep smooth voice immediately rang through your ears. You can hear the students replying his greetings, but you stayed silent, eyes glued to the figure in front of you. You failed to notice the way he furrowed his eyebrow at you.

“Good morning, y/n. Cat got your tongue?” He chuckled, grinning at you. You immediately snapped out of your thoughts, and blushed. “Good morning, Mr. Jung”

He chuckled and whispered not so quietly. “Its Jaehyun oppa for you.”

The class started to cheer, some people cooed. You were blushing so hard that you were sure you looked like a boiled crab. Jaehyun saw your blushing face and laughed. “I was just kidding, y/n. Your face is so red right now.”

You nodded, still unable to control your blushing. Jaehyun then chuckled some more. He then bent down to your level and whispered, quietly this time, “I’m sorry, y/n. But you look so cute that i cant help it.”

You looked up at him, surprised. His face seems a bit different from usual, his cheeks seemed a bit pink. He quickly turned his expression back to a straight one, cheeks no longer pink. He then stood back up and went to his desk.

“Now that you’re all smiling, i can begin the lecture much easier.” He said, grinning widely. There were still some groans, but you could hardly hear it. You were so confused by what he had said. He really thinks i’m cute? Or was it another joke to make the situation better? But i swear i can see him blushing? Or was it only my imagination?

You quickly snapped out of your thoughts as he began the lecture, His deep voice always getting your attention. Mr. Jung Jaehyun was one of the youngest lecturer at the age of 24, only 2 years older than you. And he was one of the hottest too. He was friendly and easygoing, and almost everyone fall for him. Including you. You knew it wasn’t the brightest idea to fall in love with your lecturer, but you just can't resist his angelic smile.

Hours went by, without you know it, the class was coming to an end. By the time he glanced at his watch, you couldn’t help but to feel disappointed.

“Okay, that’s it for today. I’ll see you guys on Friday. Remember to complete and bring the worksheet okay?”

“Okay Mr. Jung.” The class automatically replied. They started to pack up their bags, some already left the class. You had no class after this, so you took your time and packed up your things slowly. Hani walked to your seat, only to give you a wink and a knowing smirk, and then left. By the time you were done, the class was already empty. Except for you, and ofcourse, Mr. Jung Jaehyun.

You weren’t planning to make any moves today, what happened this morning was enough for you. You had been quiet the whole time he was giving lectures, which was unusual for you. You usually raise your hand a couple of times, mainly because of you actually want to ask, or just trying to get his attention. Today, however, was different. He jokes around a lot, but never these kind of jokes. And yes, although he had been so soft and caring towards you, It wasn’t usual for him to casually make that kind of joke towards his students. Especially you. He usually starts the class with a simple greeting and a sweet smile, and that’s it. You were thinking about it the whole time he was giving his lectures. Was it because of your new looks? Was your hair odd or something?

Your train of thoughts disappeared as someone ruffled your hair. You quickly looked up, only to meet the most beautiful pair of eyes gazing back at you.

“Hey, I’m sorry about this morning. You were quiet and a little bit pale so I thought you were nervous.” Jaehyun said apologetically, his lips pressed into a thin line. You could smell his cologne, and it was enticing. You realized he was still waiting for your answer so you pinched your thigh so you can stop daydreaming about the same man that was standing right in front of you.

“O-Oh, its alright, Mr. Jung. You’re not wrong, I was a little bit nervous this morning. Thanks for noticing, though.” You said quietly, giving him a small smile. He gave you a worried look and crouched down to match your eye level. He tilted his head to get a better look of your face. “But why? You have been in my class for the past 3 years, and your grades were great.There’s nothing to worry about.”

You bit your lips and looked down, unsure what to say. You were trying your best not to blush, by thinking it was Taeyong in front of you, instead of him. It worked, though. “Um, I think its because of today is the first day of college after holiday? And also, its my last year here..”

You mentally slapped yourself for that lame excuse. But it seemed like it works. Jaehyun nodded, and stood up. You were a little bit disappointed because now that he was standing, it means that the conversation was going to end.

“Okay, I guess you’re right. I was a bit nervous today too, you know? So you’re not the only one.” He chuckled, walking back to his desk. You stared at him weirdly. “But why?”

“Because I have finally gathered all my courage to make a move on the girl of my dream this year.” He said, smiling widely as he gathers his things. His smile was so bright, that it broke your heart. It made you sad to know that there was someone out there that made him smile so bright. And that ‘someone’ wasn’t you.

You felt a pang in your heart as you tried to smile with him. “Really? That’s great, Mr. Jung.”

It sounded so small and pathetic, but that was the best that you can do. Jaehyun immediately looked up at the tone you were using, his eyes wide at the sight of the tears that were threatening to fall down anytime.

You know that he can practically see your red eyes, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes, but there was nothing you can do. You wanted to leave the room as soon as possible, as you weren’t able to hold it any longer.

“y/n, I didn’t-“

“I’m sorry Mr. Jung, but my brother is waiting for me outside. See you on Friday.” You quickly said, rushing out of the class before he can even reply. Taeyong didn’t pick you up, you lied. You didn’t look back, and went straight outside.

By the time you arrived at the bus stop, tears were already streaming down your face. You grabbed a pack of tissue from your pocket and carefully dabbed your eyes with it.

The girl of his dream… is it another teacher? Of course it is. Who? Is it Ms. Lee? She’s young and pretty…Or maybe its Ms. Park? Hani said she once saw them in a coffee shop together…

You quickly snapped out of your thought as the bus you were waiting for finally arrived. You got on the bus and sat in the back of the bus. As you got closer to your home, you realized that you couldn’t go home like this. Taeyong will freak out if he sees you like this.

You got off the bus, thinking where you should go.

Maybe walking a bit slower than usual will do the trick.

After walking 15 minutes from the bus stop, you sighed. Walking slowly would only get you to think about what happened today. And you have always hated slow walking.

With that, you continued to walk in a rather fast pace and arrived at your home in less than 10 minutes. You saw Taeyong’s car parked in front of the house, gulping slightly. Its 2 PM, why is he home already?

You took a mirror from your bag and checked your appearance. Your eyes were still a little bit puffy, but there were no tears. That’s good enough for now.

Taking a deep breath, You slowly entered the house. No signs of Taeyong. “Thank god…”

“Thank god for what??”

You squealed In surprise, clutching your heart as you turn around to face Taeyong. He was looking at you weirdly, his eyebrow furrowed.

“Um… thank god it wasn’t hot outside?” You quietly answered, hoping that he’ll let it go. He did, and left to the kitchen without another word. You sighed in relief, and went upstairs.

You entered your room and locked the door. You put your bag on the floor and changed into more comfortable clothing, sighing in relief as you finally take off that skinny jeans. Plopping down onto the bed, you let your mind wanders.

You unconsciously smiled as you remembered Jaehyun’s compliment this morning, wanting nothing more than to hear it over and over again. But the tears started to come back as you recalled his smile when he thought about his “dream girl”.

How can i not know this before?

It had been 2 years since you started to have these feelings for him, 2 years since you started to have late night thoughts about him. you had been searching facts about him, his birthday, his favourite song, his hobby. Obviously, you didn’t do enough research because until this day, you still haven’t found out about his status. He wasn’t married, but you didn’t know if he had a girlfriend.

Taeyong is going to turn 24… and yet he is still single…Jaehyun is the same age as Taeyong, so maybe he is still single too?

You sighed as you realized that it was a dumb assumption. the tears kept falling down, so you closed your eyes, hoping that when you wake up, none of these things had happened.

♡

It had been days after the incident, and without you know it, it was already Friday. You haven’t gotten much sleep, your mind refused to stop thinking about that incident. You haven’t eaten a proper meal too since that day, only eating ramyeon every night.

Your class started at 3 PM, so you don’t have to wake up early and pretend to be happy and excited in front of your family like how you did for these past 3 days. The house was empty the moment you came out of your room, no signs of your parents, no signs of Taeyong either. You eyed the sandwich that your mom made for you. You didn’t feel like eating, so you put the sandwich in the fridge for later.

You sighed, not wanting to meet Jaehyun and his stupid smile. Yes, for the past 3 days you have met him several times, but all those times consist of Jaehyun trying to talk to you, and you running away. It was stupid because you were still going to meet him anyway. This was your last year, you can’t just miss all of his class and still hope you’ll get a good gpa. You thought about him all the time after that incident, and decided that he was not worth your precious time. You should be spending your last year in college studying, and going out occasionally with your friend.

You arrived only a minute before 3 PM, and immediately took a seat in the back of the class, next to Hani. She looked at your eyebags, and then your small wrists. “Are you okay? You look like youre about to faint anytime now.”

You nodded, pulling out your book and your pen. “I’m fine. I guess this is what heartbreak looks like.”

She was about to say something but his voice cut her off.

“Good morning class!” He greeted loudly, walking towards his desk. His hair looked a little bit messy, and there was something off about him. Nonetheless, he still had a smile on his face, although it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Good morning Mr. Jung” the students replied just as loud. You looked down, trying to hide your face so he won’t notice you. You could feel his gaze on you, but you ignored him as you pretended to write something on your notebook.

“I really hope that you all have done your work, because i’m going to collect those in a minute.” He said, not a single emotion on his face. You tried to peek and you regretted doing exactly that in an instant.

He was looking at you with the softest gaze you have ever seen, his beautiful dark brown orbs glistened under the sun’s bright light.

Even though the eye contact only lasted for a few seconds, it almost felt like he read you. You broke the eye contact first, feeling like you would burst in tears if you keep staring.

Jaehyun then started to collect the worksheets, one by one. It made you nervous, because you will have to face him. As he got closer, the more nervous you became. You were not sure what made you nervous. Maybe because you were scared you would do something stupid, Or maybe you were just not strong enough to see his face.

A figure stopped in front of your desk, and you already knew who it was. You shakily gave him your worksheet, refusing to look at his face. He accepted it and left without a word, to your surprise. You sighed, both in relief and disappointment.

You felt your Hani’s concerned gaze on you. “y/n, are you sure you’re okay? You look so pale.”

You turned to her and gave her a weak smile. “I mean, i only eat ramyeon for the past few days but im fine i guess.”

Hani’s eyes widened and she immediately grabbed your shoulder. “Oh my god, why? Are you okay right now? How do you feel? How about your stomach?”

Her voice was loud, so loud that it immediately captured Jaehyun’s attention. He glanced at the two of you, looking concerned. But you looked the other way, hoping that he’ll let it go. He did, thankfully.

You glanced at Hani and gave her yet another small smile, signalling that youre okay. Hani looked concerned, but she nodded and stayed quiet. Jaehyun then went back to his desk and began the lecture.

The whole time he was standing in front of the class, you felt nauseous. Maybe its because of all those ramyeon, or maybe its because of the negative thoughts that you’ve been having these past days, or maybe its because of him? Whichever it was, it got worse and worse as the hours went by. By the time Jaehyun ended his lecture, you can no longer see clearly. Everything was blurry, and spinning. You tried to reach out to Hani, but you can feel your body fell before you can even touch her. Hani’s scream was the last thing you hear before it all went dark.

“y/n, I’m so sorry”

Huh?

You groaned softly as you opened your eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the light. White sheets, white walls, white circular lamp? This is not my room….

You sat up slowly, looking around the room. No one was there but you, sitting on a bed, looking clueless. “I thought i hear someone…”

You shrugged and paid attention to the room, now that your vision got clear. You finally recognized the room and realized that you were in the nursing room.

“Oh great, i’m still here.” You sighed.

Your head still hurts, but you tried to stand up. Mainly because it was already dark, as you can see from the window across the room. Nursing room sure is scary when night comes.

You found your backpack and all your belongings on a chair besides the door. You tried to pack all your things quickly, uncomfortable with the atmosphere. You almost got a heart attack when the door swung open.

It was Jaehyun.

His eyes widened as he saw you on your knees, trying to pack your bags. He quickly pulled you up on your feet and guided you back to the bed. “y/n, what are you doing? You need to rest!”

You stayed quiet, unable to think, unable to process anything. You decided to answer him with the most logical answer, with the smallest voice. “But its already dark…..”

He sighed, and sat beside you. “I’m sorry, okay. I’m really sorry. Are you okay? Do you want to go home now?”

You nodded, trying not to show any emotions. “yes, i want to go home now.”

Jaehyun sighed and looked at your eyes. “we need to talk, you know that right?”

You looked back at him, taking a shaky breath before answering him. “Yes, i think i need to know what happened after i fainted?”

“Thats not what i meant, but okay…” Jaehyun sighed, eyes looking down at his knees. “I brought you here. Hani insisted to stay but i told her to go home, i told her that im going to wait until you wake up, because i know this is my fault.”

You nodded, looking away. It was quiet for a few seconds, none of you know what to say.

“y/n we really need to-“

“I need to go home.” You quickly cut him off, standing up to pick up your bags. Jaehyun immediately stood up too, grabbing your bags before you can. “I’ll take you home.”

“I can go home by myself.” You answered stubbornly, trying to take your bags from his hands. Jaehyun then looked at you straight in the eye.

“No.”

With that, he grabbed all your belongings and also his, and opened the door for you. You wanted to argue, but you were too weak so you decided to just agree with him. He then followed outside and closed the door behind him. You let him guide the way to his car.

When you approached his car, he immediately opened the door for you. Having no choice but to give in, you gave in and sat in defeat. He put the seatbelt and put your bag on the back seat. He then entered the car and set his seatbelt.

It was silent.

The whole ride was silent.

You haven’t even told him your address, but he didn't ask anything. You got a little bit scared, because at first it didn't seem like he was taking you home. But after seeing the familiar bus stops that you usually see on your way home, you sighed in relief.

The atmosphere was awkward, but it was better than having to talk casually, cause you both know it is not the time to do so.

“y/n?….” He called you softly.

You answered without looking at him. “Yes, Mr. Jung?”

He sighed when he heard your reply, But he decided to let it go. “Can i ask you something?”

You can practically feel your heart thumping loudly, hands started to sweat. “Um, yeah sure. Whatever.”

“Why did you cry?….” He asked softly, eyes still focused on the road. You bit your lips, unsure what to answer. “I cried because it hurts.”

Jaehyun glanced at you, concerned. “What hurts?”

My heart.

“My legs. I fell down the stairs that morning.” You knew it was a lame excuse, But your mind was a mess because of the soft tone that he was using.

Jaehyun was taken aback with your reply. He stayed silent for a few minutes, before nodding and letting out a small “oh”. After that, it was dead silence. He didn’t even try to initiate a conversation or anything. From the corner of your eye, You can see that his soft gaze turned into a sad, disappointed one. But you tried to let it go,because you didn’t want to get your hopes up.

When you arrived at your home, Jaehyun killed the engine and quickly opened the door for you. You managed to say a small thank you and proceed to walk as fast as you can to the front door. Jaehyun stood by his car, unable to do anything as you hurriedly walked to your home. You stopped in front of your door, and looked back. Jaehyun was standing there, looking at you with a sad gaze and a small, forced smile.

Its gonna be now or never.

“Mr. Jung?”

You called out weakly, slowly turning to face him.

“Yes, y/n?” He answered, and this was the first time that his voice sounds weak.

“I Lied.”

“……about what?” He furrowed his eyebrow, confusion written all over his face.

“I cried because i love you.”

His eyes widened as he heard your words. He remained in his place, mouth gaping as if he wants to say something but can’t.

You chuckled bitterly. “It’s okay, Mr. Jung. I know that i have no chance. I just think that letting it all out after holding it in for 2 years would make me feel better. Good luck on your moves, Mr. Jung.”

With that, you quickly turned your body around, trying to open the door as soon as possible. Your movements were stopped by a single hand holding onto your arm.

Jaehyun quickly turned your body around and looked straight into your already glistening eyes.

“Mr. Jung, what are-“

Your words were cut off by a pair of soft lips landing smoothly on top of yours. He was holding the side of your face gently, his other hand holding your waist. You were too struck in the moment that you were unable to move. Why is he kissing me? What about his dream girl?

When he pulled back, you were standing there with your mouth agape. So many things going on right now, So many thoughts in your head. Without even realizing, tear drops have already stained your cheeks.

“Mr. Jung why did-“

With a soft smile, he wiped your tears.

“I told you before, its Jaehyun oppa for you.”

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BDRP wrimo Day 3: In script format, write the opening of your character in a popular TV series

The EX-Files, or The X-Files where Mike is Scully if Scully believed with her whole heart that not all demons/ghosts/ghouls were bad and where Sully is Mulder if Mulder didn’t believe in anything and was just using the FBI’s resources to kill everything he could find so they send in a lawyer to try and get dirt on him so they can finally fire his ass. (But spoilers, that I don’t get to since this is an opening,: They become best friends and Mike’s loyalties no longer belong to the Bureau.)

EXT. - NIGHT - WOODS

Surrounded by trees the only sound is a man struggling to run, his BREATH and FOOTSTEPS are messy. He breaks through the brush, finally visible, but only just. He is wearing pajamas and no shoes. Odd for a romp around in the woods. At night.

He's looking over his shoulder, looking but not seeing. Something is chasing him. He looks for too long and trips over something, a branch or a root or a rock, is unknown.

He looks up. A blinding light makes his features clear, there is blood on his forehead and scratches on his cheek. He has shut his eyes against the light.

LAUGHTER makes the man attempt to open his eyes. He shields the light with a hand, his palm is dirty and bleeding, too.

The LAUGHTER gets louder.

EXT. - DAY - WOODS

Laying face down is a man. Gloved hands turn him over to reveal he is the same man from earlier, still in his pajamas and the blood on his face has dried.

The coroner, LEONARD QUIGGLY, a middle aged man with greying hair and thick framed glasses that match his square face, is looking the man over, frowning.

A man is taking pictures. Uniformed officers are surrounding the area with numbers and caution tape.

Two men are looking down at the corner. VICTOR is balding and stocky, he is of the mindset that it's too cold and too wet to be standing out here doing his job.

JACOBY is only a few inches taller than his partner, biting his nail as he looks on with worry. This is his first dead body. It shows.

As the coroner works Jacoby gets restless.

Victor points to the man's face, stepping so he is standing directly over the man's head.

VICTOR

That's Nathan Weston.

LEONARD

Is that a positive I.D.?

VICTOR

He went to school with my son.

JACOBY

Was it an animal?

LEONARD

(Shaking his head)

No. These markings are too precise. See here?

Leonard lifts the man's shirt. The scratches are not like the ones on the man's face. They are, as the coroner said, planned. Almost like he was used as a canvas to a drawing.

Victor tilts his head at the display. He and Leonard exchange a knowing look.

VICTOR

Can you check his back?

Leonard turns the man in his pajamas over, lifting up his shirt. The markings are there too. But there's something else. Victor steps forwards and sighs.

Victor walks away from the scene quickly, not looking at the other officers as he passes. He has somewhere to be that is not there.

JACOBY

(Looking after his partner in confusion )

What does that mean?

Jacoby looks at Leonard but Leonard will not meet his eyes, he is too busy looking at the man. The boy, Nathan Weston, and the cuts that adorn his body.

INT. - DAY -FBI HEADQUARTERS IN WASHINGTON D.C.

A man walks up the stairs of the entrance of the FBI building. Around him men and women pass by as they go about their day. An elevator dings, heels clack against the tile below them.

He approaches the front desk with a bright smile for the secretary sitting there.

WAZOWSKI

Agent Michael Wazowski.

INT. - DAY -FBI HEADQUARTERS - OFFICE

MICHAEL WAZOWSKI, a young know it all whose courage outweighs his infinite amount of fear every time, walks through desks. He is taking in his surroundings, smiling at people he passes, while also making headway for where he is supposed to be.

He walks down a hallway until he stops at a door. He knocks gently three times.

V.O. MAN’S VOICE

Enter.

Wazowski opens the door. An older man reading a newspaper is sitting at an important looking desk is inside waiting for him. His name is LANDERS, a man who once loved his job but is too old to do anything else now.

Wazowski approaches the desk.

LANDERS

Agent Wazowski, thank you for coming on such short notice. Please, sit.

Wazowski sits as directed. His eyes drift to the two other men that are in the room. One looks younger, older than Wazowski himself, and is sitting in a chair just off to the wide of Landers’ desk. He smiles back at Wazowski when they make eye contact.

The other man is standing in the corner, not looking up from a spot on the floor. His arms are crossed and Wazowski can't really make out his expression. He can't look at him any longer, Landers is addressing him.

LANDERS

We see you've been with us just under three years.

WAZOWSKI

Yes, sir.

LANDERS

You went to Law School. Passed the BAR, but decided not to practice. How did you come to work for the FBI?

WAZOWSKI

Well, sir, I was recruited out of Law School, actually. I didn't think I would be cut out for the field work so I went ahead and took the BAR but after second thought I realized that the FBI could be a place where I could distinguish myself.

LANDERS

Are you familiar with an Agent by the name of James P. Sullivan?

WAZOWSKI

Yes, I am, sir.

LANDERS

How so?

WAZOWSKI

By...reputation. His family's name proceed's itself. He is a Yale graduated psychologist who wrote a monograph on serial killers possessed by demons, used to help catch and exorcise Jennifer Jordan in 2005. Generally thought of to be the best analyst in violent demon possessions. He had a nick name at the Academy. Scary Sullivan.

LANDERS

What I will also tell you is that Agent Sullivan has developed a consuming devotion to an unassigned project outside the Bureau mainstream. Are you familiar with the so called X-Files?

WAZOWSKI

I believe they have to do with unexplained phenomena.

LANDERS

More or less. The reason you're here, Agent Wazowski, is we want you to assist Sullivan on these EX Files. You will write field reports on your activities along with your observations on the validity of the work.

The man in the corner looked up then. Wazowski caught his eye, faltering for a moment before looking back to Landers.

WAZOWSKI

Am I to understand that you want me to find evidence to defraud the EX Files, sir?

LANDERSw

Agent Wazowski, we trust your education had provided you with to make give a proper analysis to the methods that are being used on the project. You'll want to contact Agent Sullivan shortly. We look forwards to seeing your reports.

INT. - DAY - FBI HEADQUARTERS - BASEMENT

An elevator dings. Wazowski steps out into a dingy hallway that is poorly lit. There are boxes of files lining the walls. He makes his way to the end of the hall where there is barely any light left.

Wazowski knocks, in contrast they aren't as sure to the ones he had made earlier.

V.O. MAN’S VOICE

Sorry, no body down here but the FBI's most unwanted-!

Wazowski pushes the door open anyways to find JAMES P. SULLIVAN. Bulky, spoiled, good at hiding inside himself. Confident in a way that is learned, not naturally born. He is sitting at his desk so his height is hidden for the moment. His back is turned to the door, the file he is reading open as he bends over to read it.

The office does not look like the professional ones upstairs. There is no method to the madness. Pictures of shadow figures, of pentagrams, of people adorn the walls. Files are spilling out everywhere. Wazowski is horrified.

Still he enters.

Sullivan turns, looking up from the file. Wazowski waves.

WAZOWSKI

(Walking forwards with his hand outstretched)

Agent Sullivan. I'm Michael Wazowski. I've been assigned to work with you.

SULLIVAN

(Taking Wazowski's hand)

Isn't it nice to suddenly be so highly scrutinized?

Wazowski's eager demeanor shifts.

SULLIVAN

(Going back to his file, dismissive)

So who did you take off to get stuck with this details? Wazowski?

WAZOWSKI

Actually I'm really looking forwards to working with you. I've heard a lot about you. And your family.

SULLIVAN

Oh, really? I was under the impression that my dad sent you to spy on me.

WAZOWSKI

If you have any doubt about my qualifications or credentials-

SULLIVAN

You're a lawyer. You teach at the Academy. Got your undergraduate degree in demonology.

Sullivan pulls a stack of papers from under a heap of files, the top few falling off. He stands, reading the top page.

SULLIVAN

"A proposal on legal processes of Demons, Michael Wazowski, senior thesis," now that's credential, humanizing demons.

WAZOWSKI

(Defensive)

Did you bother to read it?

SULLIVAN

I did. I liked it. It's just that in most of my work demons don't necessarily sit in a court room to stand trial.

Sullivan passes by Wazowski , walking to the door. He turns the lights off behind him leaving Wazowski to stand in the dark.

SULLIVAN

Maybe I can get your opinion on this though.

Sullivan moves back into the room, turning on a projector and returning to a laptop.

On screen is a body. Nathan Weston in his pajamas, face up.

SULLIVAN

Montana male. Age 22, no explainable cause of death. Autopsy showed nothing. Nada.

The picture changes, showing the cuts along Nathan's abdomen.

SULLIVAN

There are, however, these lines all across his body. Not deep enough to kill him, not even deep enough to need a stitch. Lawyer Wazowski, tell me, can you I.D. these marks?

Wazowski stepped closer to the screen, apart of the projection displaying on his body as he does.

WAZOWSKI

Claw marks, maybe? Or knife wounds made by the attacker. A rune of some kind?

Wazowski turns back to Sullivan, who changes the slide.

SULLIVAN

How's your chemistry? this is the chemical found on the surrounding tissue.

WAZOWSKI

It's organic. I...don't know, is it some kind of synthetic protein?

SULLIVAN

Beats me! I've never seen it before either. But here it is again in Astoria, Oregon, and again in Maysville, Kentucky.

The slides change. Two different bodies show on screen. Both with the same markings on their skin. Wazowski turns to look at Sullivan.

WAZOWSKI

Do you have a theory?

SULLIVAN

I have plenty of theories. Maybe what you could explain to me is why is Bureau policy to label these cases as unexplained phenomenon and ignore them and then expect the public to abide by laws to these creatures.

Wazowski has no answer, so he says nothing.

SULLIVAN

You're of the mindset that demons aren't all evil? Right? That we can just, sit down and have dinner with them? Have rational conversations with them?

WAZOWSKI

Logically, we as a society can not record all demon summoning, tears in the rift, or portal openings. We also cannot have a record of every possessed physical being walking around. And even then methods use for exorcism are barbaric, without any thought on the host until the demon is extracted. I could be a demon right now, and you'd be having a rational conversation with one, wouldn't you?

SULLIVAN

Conventional wisdom. You know this Montana male is the fourth person in his town to die under mysterious circumstances. Now when convention and the law aren't able to give procedure to these beings, are we to just stand by and allow these things to happen just because people like you think they deserve a change to explain themselves? Would you be saying that to a human capable of these things?

WAZOWSKI

The boy obviously died of something. If it was due to a demon it's plausible it was something missed in the postmortem, if he was murdered, it's plausible there was a sloppy investigation. What I find is the notion that you'd think an intelligent being that we know little to nothing about in the grand scheme of things would be lacking in empathy or emotion of any sort. Just because you've never run into one living a normal life here outside of the Underworld doesn't mean they aren't here. You just have to know where to look.

SULLIVAN

That's why they put the "I" in FBI.

Sullivan smiles and walks off towards the desk he had been sitting at.

SULLIVAN

See you tomorrow, Wazowski. Bright and early. We leave on the very first plane to Helena, Montana at 5 am.

Wazowski stands there for a moment longer unsure of what had just happened, but he smiles because whatever it was that had happened, he had won.

#bdrpwrimomary #i tried my best #and had to use sully because that's his partner in crime #and we don't have one so i feel as thought it was safe aha

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Well Aren’t You Delightful ~ Billy Hargrove

Well this is my first stranger things imagine and I am so excited and nervous to venture into this side. I love stranger things and also love Dacre Montgomery as well as his character. I do not believe in what he does though but he touches a topic I believe should be brought up. Anyway, this is one part if you want another let me know and I will happily continue. I also do Harry Styles and Shawn Mendes Imagines so if you like them then go ahead and read my others. I may do more imagines with other Stranger Thing characters if you want? I may continue to expand the imagines when I watch new shows I am not sure.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN (Dacre Montgomery, Billy Hargrove, Harry Styles, Shawn Mendes, any other stranger things character that is over 16)

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Warnings: None in this part

When Billy came to your school you were the only girl in your class which didn’t drop your pants as soon as he held a stare for longer than a few seconds. Obviously, this intrigued Billy. It was very self-explanatory that every girl in Hawkins was pinning for him, and it surprised you that his good looks hadn’t intrigued you either.

It wasn’t that you didn’t find him attractive because even a blind man could see that he was gorgeous. It was the fact he thought he could get anyone, and well you didn’t blame the boy because apart from you and the school nun he wasn’t short of a pit stop. He didn’t speak to you for the first few months of him being in Hawkins. This being because he was too busy getting through all the girls in the year for him to realise that there was one that he hadn’t charmed yet. But, you got ‘blessed’ with his contact on Tuesday morning at the beginning of the spring term.

You had been in the same History class as Billy, that was when he decided to turn up. He usually situated himself behind you. This then meaning that the whole back rows were filled with girls that Billy had ticket off his never-ending list of girls he’s shagged. This didn’t bother you much, mainly because that meant you were able to focus and not have people turn around and stare just because his arm twitched. You walked into class A202 with Mr Mackle, his face looking constantly tiered and wrinkles were permanently carved into his forehead. His glasses never leaving the bridge of his nose as he gave out stern looks as though he regretted accepting this job years ago. But it wasn’t the fact that your teacher was handing out test papers that got you annoyed, it was when you looked at your unassigned assigned seat it was already taken. By none other than Billy Hargrove. You wouldn’t have been bothered if there was a seat on the same row, but obviously because it was him his flock of bitches took up the rows. Only leaving you with one chair at the back, which didn’t work for you. Mainly because you were short sighted and didn’t want the embarrassment of wearing your glasses.

You didn’t hesitate to walk up to Billy, a smug smile on his face as he looked up at you. “Got a problem Doll?” Billy chirped, instantly giving you a nickname you were sure one of his pack had already owned after hearing a scoff somewhere to your right.

“It looks like you are in the wrong seat Hargrove. Or do you have that little brain cells to realise this is my seat?” It was too early for his shit, all you really wanted to do was sit down and listen to your class waiting for the day to end.

“I wasn’t tolled we had our own seats. But, I am comfy now so why don’t you get your cute little ass to the back and take the attitude with you also” he smiled up at you while flinging his arm towards the empty seats towards the back. Some of the girls giggled at his joke, this obviously heightening his ego if that was even possible.

“Listen to me very closely Hargrove. I would go and move your pack of sluts to the back before I make your life more shit than it already seems to be. I am not your lap dog bitch, so why don’t you and your shit hair cut move to the back.” Billy laughed lightly at this. Your eyes glancing up as soon as Mr Mackle turned around “Have you both finished your conversation, Y/N could you take a seat? Unless you want to take this outside and come back after school?” You scoffed, before shoving your bag into Billy’s shoulder and walking to the back corner. You didn’t even have to look at Billy already knowing he was smiling triumphantly. Part of you wanted to walk up to him and slap that smile right off his face. But, alas you needed to stay calm. This boy wanted this rise out of you, he wanted the attention you hadn’t given him. The lesson seemed to last longer than the hour it really was. Billy kept glancing back, but you didn’t acknowledge him you continued to look forward at the work that was on the board and coping down notes.

Your class was dismissed which you were grateful for, placing your notebook in your bag before looking up at what was coursing the shadow over your small form. You already partly knew who it was, your eyes rolled back for the several times in just this lesson. “You dropped these” Billy stated handing you your Chevrolet bel air car keys. Your dad had handed it down to you as he could no longer drive due to his illness and as you were his carer ever since your Mom left you both you needed ways to get around for his medication and appointments. You snatched them out his hand before giving him a slight nod slinging your bag over your shoulder. Anyone else you would have said thank you, but he didn’t deserve that kind of respect. “You know a thank you would have been nice, I could have easily taken that car I mean it is an antique even now” You walked backwards glancing at his face with a blank expression. “I didn’t learn much manners when I was younger, which reminds me of someone actually. Hm, I wonder who that is?” you stopped in your tracks placing your finger under your chin tapping it absentmindedly. “Ha Ha very funny Y/L/N. How about for the payment you show me your beast then?” He was in front of you now staring down at you while he leaned on the side of the lockers. “I am unable too sorry. She doesn’t like dickheads, much like her Mom” you walked away before he could respond not really wanting to hear anything else that left his lips. The rest of the day was the same as the previous lesson, long and pointless. Every lesson starting off with the teacher stating that exams were only a few months away and that revision was needed if you had not already started. You had no respect or admiration for the people who left it this late, they were obviously lining themselves for a hard life and you were glad you would be away from these people sooner than you had ever dreamed. When the final bell rang you were the first person to leave class, running towards the front of the school and pushing open the door. You walked down the stairs twisting your keys in your fingers and making your way to the car park. You whistling to ‘like a virgin’ by Madonna. Your head lifting when you reached the entrance to the car park, your heart dropped and your blood beginning to boil at the sight which was in front of you. Your fingers digging into your hand. “You are dead Hargrove” you stated under your breathe before walking up to your car space.

#billy #hargrove #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things smut #billy x reader #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you

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It's not that he was jealous, it just took him a while to understand.

"Hey love, who you talking to?" Your boyfriend asks at hearing you giggling on the phone.

"Your mom." You whisper, in between listening to her.

He pauses. It's not completely unexpected. You talk all the time.

"We're gonna meet for lunch at two on Saturday." You tell him.

"Why doesn't she ever call me to tell me things?" He mutters, but you hear.

"Hey ma, he wants to know why you don't call him." You out him.

"Really?!" He hisses as you try to hand him the phone.

"Why can't I talk to my daughter?" The phone isn't on speaker but his mom is loud and clear.

You shake the phone at him and he shakes his head and won't take it as she continues to rant on the other line.

You shrug. "I don't know. All of a sudden he's shy."

You wave him away, going back to your conversation.

"So yeah, we'll see you then!"

A few minutes later you wander into the kitchen where he is sitting at the table, seemingly waiting.

"You mad?" You ask timidly.

"What? No." He looks up and motions for you to come over and you sit as well.

"I like talking to your mom. She's always so nice and welcoming, and supportive." You list off some things. She's the biggest fan of your relationship.

"I know. She adores you." He tells you in a way that says so does he.

You half smile. "I'll tell her call you next time."

He takes your hand and gives it a squeeze and a kiss.

"Our relationship will always be special, but yours is too. I don't want to change that." There's a bond between his two favorite people.

Though his phone might not ring as often as yours to ask him if he wants to take in a movie or plan when the three of you should meet, when the three of you are together he feels all the love from both of you.

"I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" She tells him at lunch, patting his cheek.

And while his phone rings and mother and son talk for a few minutes, just a short time later your phone is ringing too.

Listening to you laugh, he's so thankful for his mother.

#I just want to show what a great relationship you'd have with his mom #literally calling each other all the time #he'd hear news from her through you #but she still calls him too of course!#unassigned character short #attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #levi ackerman #erwin smith #miche zacharias #mike zacharias #eren jaeger #armin arlert #jean kirstein #connie springer #reiner braun #porco galliard #okay it's my bedtime now goodnight

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jojaemin · 4 years

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06. fate

now playing: 에픽하이- 빈차 ft. 오혁

jaemin felt the light summer breeze against her cheeks as she walked the sleepless streets of down town seoul. even if it were almost midnight, the hustle and bustle of restaurants, street vendors and karaokes were in full swing. the feeling of the artificial heat that radiated off of these street signs was almost comforting to jaemin as she barely got to see the light of day when she was working the company. when she arrived this morning it was bright and sunny, but by the time she got out, the only source of light was the night star, the moon.

her feet felt the slight ache of her heels as she continued to walk⎯⎯⎯ a feeling which she had now grown more tolerant of having to wear the elevated shoes almost everyday of the week. her soft rhythmic steps soon calm to a halt as she stepped foot in her most frequented 포장마차. it wasn’t anything particularly special in terms of appearance or cuisine, but whenever jaemin needed a break from life, she always found herself here.

she waved over to the owner soon holding up her usual two fingers before taking a seat at her unassigned, assigned table. not even a minute later she was being brought her usual items by the sweet little 아줌마 that surely was too old to be working soju tents this late, but nevertheless, she flashed her a grateful smile. taking the cold bottle into her hands, she effortlessly twisted off the cap to then pour the clear liquid into the provided shot glass.

jaemin knocked back the shot without a thought and let the alcohol sting the back of her throat as she kept her head in that back position. she closed her eyes, letting the moisture from her eyes (or lack there of) rehydrate her circle lenses. she was thankful that at least for these few moments, she was just a person. not jade, not jaemin, but just the raw form of her being. no one knew who she was or what she did and had no intention of judging her for it. she rolled her neck a few times to try and let some of the stress go before assuming her normal sitting posture.

these days, jaemin didn’t know if coming to terms with her life and how things were panning out was a good or bad thing. 샷.

she always hated the fact that due to someone’s previous actions, her family was now the one paying the consequences. 샷.

she always hated the fact that she had to live this life of unlawful crimes and shady businesses. 샷.

she hated that even though she were to follow through on these wrongful doings, she would give it her all⎯⎯⎯ making sure that people would remember her name along with the facade that went with it. 샷.

at this point, it felt like she was drinking fire after chugging down so many shots in a short amount of time, but the numbness she felt from the hate and pain within her heart always overruled any other feeling.

but now? things weren’t entirely bad.. just meticulous and tiring (so much for things not being so bad). things were picking up at the company and there had been less time for trivial things, like her cafe. it may have been all a staged act for the general public, but jaemin genuinely enjoyed running the facility. it was a different from the computer screens, contracts and meetings she had to attend to on a daily basis. it was soothing, rhythmic, and allowed her just enough creative freedom to where she wasn’t spiraling out of control.

she heaved out a heavy sigh, knocking back yet another shot before cracking open the final bottle. jaemin never drank too much to lose any sense of her mind, but just enough to warm up her cheeks. coming to terms with her fate, (if one could even call it that) was tough. she didn’t want to accept that this was her life now⎯⎯⎯ but at this point? it would be stupid of her not to. she had been playing this character for on the upwards of almost six years and still couldn’t find the right moment to accept her?

the alcohol was well into working its magic as the heat now made its way up her neck and rested right on her cheeks. with a few shots left in the green bottle, she decided to just ditch the glass and take the rest straight from its lips. the bottle landed on the table with a slight ‘clang’ as she let the weight of her arm come down.

throwing a few bills on the table with a generous tip, she grabbed her bag and stood up having the all too familiar ache now creeping up onto her feet. she waved lazily over to the rest of the staff, shooting them a tired smile before making her way back into the world as jade yang. she stood up tall, making sure that every aspect of her was put together as she strutted down seoul streets.

jaemin was slowly on her way to accepting her other half, and hopefully that would be enough.

#이야기.#20200619 #[ if there are errors i apologize i am writing this while i am half asleep oasidfyvgosidyfgviodf

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panda-noosh · 6 years

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scenarios or a headcanon story (your choice) about a girl who was living in keiths shack while he was gone because she had no where else to go, and ends up getting away (or trying to lol) on keiths bike??? thanks!! love your work 💕

I HAD THIS IN MYDRAFTS AND I FORGOT TO PUT THE BIKE SCENE IN AND INSTEAD I WROTE ITALL FLUFFY. I'm sorry, I didn't read the request right. It's myfault. But I hope you enjoy this, anyway, as it was extremely fun towrite :)

The key slid in thedoor with ease, and Keith was opened up to the familiar sight of theold shack he had left behind only a few months before.

It was odd seeingit after so long. He had once huddled in the dark corner of thewooden shed-like hut, a blanket being the only thing keeping thelimited amount of warmth on his bones. That was only shortly after hehad abandoned the Garrison, stranded himself in the woods all becausehe had an 'unassigned mission' to go after.

Being back broughtback memories. The sight of the old sofa which he had never seen as afull piece was enough to make him feel dizzy. The sound of thecreeking in the floor, the creeks he had memorised before so he knewwhere to avoid stepping whenever he needed to be quiet, his avoidanceof the forest rangers becoming a daily task for him.

He didn't know whyhe was here. Why he felt drawn to it again after so long. This placehad brought nothing but bad memories for him at some point, a harshreminder of the bad living conditions he had placed himself inbefore.

But this was alsothe place he had made the most progress on his search for Shiro.Wrapped up in a blanket with hunger biting at the walls of hisstomach, he had spent hours hunched over his research, connecting thepieces together. This place played a big part in the reason Keithcould call Shiro a friend.

He inhaled deeplyand opened the door fully, trying his hardest to push his anxiety outof his mind. It was just a room, he told himself. A single room withfour, wooden walls and a roof that was barely sturdy enough for humaninhabitance.

The door squealedas he pushed it open – and that was when he heard it. The harshwinds couldn't hide it, and the sound of his breathing couldn't hideit either; the whimpering.

Immediately Keithdrew out his weapon, holding it out and doing a quick search of thesingle-room shack. Even though the sun was beginning to set, Keithcould still make out the tuft of hair hidden in the dim shadows inthe corner, a cowering body huddled beneath a thin and rippedblanket.

Keith's heart dida full turn before dropping into his stomach. Somebody lived herenow?

Butthat couldn't be right. This place wasn't up for rent or anything. Infact, Keith was almost sure it was simply a hut built by boredteenagers one day, left to rot whenever their time to go back totheir neighbourhood homes came to them. Whoever had decided to huddlein here wasn't here willingly.

Theywere desperate. Just like he had been.

“Hello?”Keith called out. He tried to keep his voice steady as to not startlethe person, but by the looks of your bunched up shoulders and the wayyou cowered into the corner even further, his attempts had fallenshort.

Keithtook a step inside of the shack, letting the door slowly click closedbehind him.

“I'msorry.”

Yourfragile voice breaks as the words make their way up your throat,clogged up by lack of speech and the rawness of your dry throat. Itstartled Keith just enough to make him stop walking, wanting to seeif you would speak any further.

Youlooked up timidly, moving hair out of your eyes. Bloodshot eyes,Keith noted, and one of them was extremely swollen and bruised. Thesight made him wince. Something had hurt you.

“Pleasedon't hurt me,” you said. “I-I'll go. I didn't know anybody livedhere.”

Keithswallowed thickly. This was all beginning to become a scrambled messin his head. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, what he wasseeing. You seemed fartoo frail to be cowered in the corner of a hut. You should have beenwith your parents, your family – perhaps you should have been in acollege dorm with heating and proper food.

Nothere. Certainly not here.

Keithtook another step forward and hesitantly kneeled down to yourcowering height. He could hear you suck in your breath at thesuddenty of the movement, but he reached out and placed a hand onyour knee. He could feel the dry blood beneath his fingertips – thedry blood which stained your kneecaps, the torn scabs that fallingover had given to you becoming visible the closer he got.

“I'mnot going to hurt you,” he promised. “I just want to know whathappened. I need to know why you're here before I can help you.”

Youreyes widened at the phrase. “Help me?”

Keithnodded. “Help you. I want to help you. I can helpyou, but only if I know what I'm dealing with. Are you running fromsomething?”

Youpursed your lips and Keith raised a brow.

“Someone?”

Keithhadn't expected it, but he knew how to deal with the tears whichinvoluntarily welled up in your eyes, confirming his suspicions. Youwere running from somebody and you had stumbled upon this place.Somebody had hurt you so much that living in this mess of a house wasthe only choice you had left.

Keithlowered his head and used his free hand to rub at the back of hisneck. “Can you give me any more details?”

Youbit your lip to stop yourself from whimpering as you spoke. “Myroom mate. We got in a fight – another fight– and she threatened to kill me. I went to leave our dorm and shetried to stop me, held me at knifepoint. I went back to bed and toldher it was okay, that everything was okay, and she fell asleep on thesofa. I made a run for I after that. I didn't lift my shoes, myclothes, my toothbrush – anything. I just – I saw the chance torun and I took it. I heard her car starting behind me and I knew shewas chasing me, so I ducked into the forest and I ended up here.”

Keithwobbled a little bit, the words biting at his ear drums and makingthem ring with shock. How could people just be like thatand still be allowed out in society?

“Howlong have you been here?” he asked.

“Thisis my second night,” you replied, and Keith's heart fell evenfurther. By the sight of your shaking hands, and the way your lipscracked, he was almost certain you hadn't eaten or drunk anythingsince you got here. He noticed the cuts spreading on the bottom ofyour shoe-less feet, the way your socks were completely ripped toshreds from you running over broken twigs and stones.

Heshook his head and stood up. “That's far too long. Can you walk?”

Youpursed your lips. “I can't feel my legs. The cold-”

Keithdidn't even let you finish. It was out of character for him, and theaction even shocked him, but he was quick to loop his arms under yourknees, one behind your back and haul you into his arms bridal-style.Your arms fell limp at your sides, the coldness surely robbing themof circulation as well. Though the cold does nothing to hide theblush rising on your cheeks – in fact it almost seems to illuminateit, and at your flustered state, Keith finds himself gettingflustered.

Heignored it, instead turning to the door and making his way out of itwhilst explaining everything to you. How he would take you back tohis and the Paladin's shared home, how he would feed you and getAllura and Coran to check on your health whilst you were there. Hewas going to nurse you back to health, and he wasn't sure why or whyhe thought he could, but he would.

Hejust knew he would.

Becauseholding you in his arms reminded him of who he once was before hecompleted his life-long mission. You reminded him of himself –terrified, trapped in this world of hoping andwanting and needbut never getting to where youwant to be. You had been a college student once, you told him as helifted you through the clearing. You had wanted to become apsychiatric nurse, help others, be something.

Butyou hadn't gotten there because your fear of your room mate was toomuch. You were trapped in park because of somebody else, and that waswhat Keith was like. His memories of his past, of the people who hadhurt him, had placed him in a permanent state of permanent,and he never thought he wouldshift.

Forsome reason, Keith wanted to teach you that you could shift. Thatthis tragic event – this messed up event that had happened to you –wouldn't be your final destination. This didn't mean you couldn'tlive out your dreams. It just put them on pause for a little while.It just put them on the back burner, made them lag a little bit. Butyou could get past that.

Keithwanted to show you that you could get past that, and he would helpyou in doing so.

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condensed-theorem-shop · 7 years

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a love letter to the Constellation

This one's for @marrinikari and @throne3d.

Constellation, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I don’t think I mention enough how much I love the Constellation.

I started glowficcing at the very end of its being on Dreamwidth, a little while before the Constellation sprang into being from Marri’s head, like Athena from the head of Zeus. So I only had a little taste of glowficcing not on the Constellation, and that was quite enough.

I am genuinely unsure whether I’d have ended up getting into glowfic if it weren’t for the Constellation -- doing it on Dreamwidth was that unwieldy. I know I’m not the only one to have expressed this sentiment. If we’re counting up our Very Large Numbers of glowfic, T’Mir style, I think Marri should get a significant cut of every new thread made.

On Dreamwidth, switching between characters involved logging out of one account and logging into another, every time, keeping track manually of all your accounts. When you had two or three characters in a thread and were rotating between them, this got unimaginably annoying -- the login process wasn’t that bad, but going through it for every single two-word reply frequently made me want to punch through the screen.

On the Constellation, switching between characters takes two clicks. Click to bring up the list, click to pick one. You don’t even have to scroll up to the top of the page, the way you did on Dreamwidth; it’s right there next to the reply box. You don’t even have to type in the name of the character to search the list, or scroll through it; characters who have previously appeared in the thread get their own section at the top of the list.

This is incredible. I love it. I can have a separate account for each NPC, instead of running them all out of a main account and only making separate accounts for important characters, because it’s that easy to swap between them. I can write long conversations between two of my characters, without getting frustrated and resorting to putting all their dialogue in the same post and relying on my readers to keep track of which is whose. I can be replying to half a dozen threads at the same time without having to swap between characters for each of those.

Switching characters is one of the Constellation’s most basic features -- I don’t think I’ve ever commented on it, except to request that it be made even more convenient in one way or another -- but I can’t overstate just how huge a quality-of-life improvement it is.

Another huge improvement the Constellation makes as part of its basic structure: everything is linked to everything else.

Click on a character, and you can see its template. Click on a template, and you can see all its instances. Click on an author, and you can see all their threads. And so on and so forth.

Again, this gets so easy to take for granted, because it’s how things obviously should work, but it’s this huge boon which I rely on constantly. I can’t remember what I established as canon about a certain character? Click on their name, go to the list of threads they appear in, check those. Can’t remember who one of Lintamande’s endless Elves is? Click on the character, go to their template, switch to icon view, recognize the face of one of the instances even though I can’t keep track of their names.

And I remember what a pain it was not to have these features that Marri built us. The first time I read through Effulgence, it took me forever to figure out which characters were whose -- multiple re-reads, usually -- I still occasionally realize that I assumed wrong about the moiety of some minor character. Now, I can just ... look at the author name.

I remember struggling to figure out what template a given character was -- which can be fun, sometimes, but as a new reader who’s trying to get all these characters straight it’s more overwhelming than fun -- and sometimes not being able to figure it out at all, especially if the thread was a short one. (I hadn’t yet gotten over my shy lurkiness enough to ask the authors.) Now, I can just click through to the character page and go “ohhh, it’s another Serg.”

I remember when I finally fell in love with Mileses. It took me a while; I wasn’t familiar with the canon, and combining that with the twins and triplets and the fact that there wasn’t a way to check templates so sometimes I couldn’t even figure out which triplet was which, and with the fact that they have an identical twin who has a half-alt who also comes with an identical twin but a different one -- okay, so I found Mileses too confusing to enjoy properly for a while. But eventually it clicked, and I promptly wanted to read all the Miles threads, and there ... wasn’t a good way to do that! I couldn’t go from an instance to the threads they were in; I couldn’t even find all the accounts of Miles instances; there wasn’t any master-list of Kappa’s glowfic; even within Effulgence, there wasn’t an easy way to see which threads would have Mileses in them. Alicorn’s list of her glowfic helped some, the glowfic Dreamwidth comm helped some, and for the rest I resorted to increasingly desperate googling. (And I still missed some.) Now, of course, if I want to read all of the Miles threads on the Constellation I can just go to the template page. And since that’s the sort of thing I want to do pretty frequently, the Constellation is an incredible gift.

Let’s talk about icons.

Starting with the obvious: remember Dreamwidth, with the fifteen-icon limit? Yeah, I don’t know how people even worked with that. I’m pretty sure my average Jean-instance has more than fifteen variations on “empty, broken gaze into the middle distance, too shellshocked to bother crying” alone. And that’s before you start in on “struggling not to cry” and “openly sobbing” and “frightened, but in a tired way because of constant hyperalertness from trauma” and “bitter laugh” and “hysterical laugh on the edge of tears” and... So the Constellation is a vast improvement just by virtue of letting me have as many icons as I want. Now I can have all the shades of Jeantrauma with appropriate pictorial representations!

And what’s more, I can use the same gallery on more than one character, and more than one gallery on the same character! So I can have a standard gallery of my most ubiquitously useful Jean icons -- and a specific gallery for each instance with icons that only that instance uses, to establish some visual distinctions -- and a whole gallery of extra sad icons for extra traumatized Jeans -- and a gallery for instances who are particularly involved with running their underground organizations -- and a gallery for instances with long hair.

(And I am aware that all this is ridiculous and over-the-top but I like doing it and now I can! And it makes creating new instances so easy, too, when I can just start them out with one or two of the general-use galleries and go ahead and thread like that, and it’s super easy to later go add a gallery of icons specific to them. Because the Constellation is so good.)

It’s easy to build those general-use galleries, too, because the Constellation has a feature that lets you scroll through all your icons, divided by gallery, and select the ones you want to add to another gallery. (Icons can be in more than one gallery!) So if I’ve been just doing individual galleries for each instance of a template, and then they end up becoming more prominent than I expected and it’s starting to get out of hand, I can just browse through all of those and make up a default gallery for the character with the best icons from all of the galleries.

Oh, and it’s easy to figure out which icons are the most useful to have in a default gallery, because you can click on the icon and go to a stats page that will tell you how many times you’ve used it! And what’s more, it provides you with handy links to all of the replies where you’ve used it, which I use in a ridiculously self-indulgent and clearly-not-intended way, finding a favorite phrase from one of those and setting it as the icon’s keyword once I’ve been using it for a while. And this makes me super happy every time I use the icon, and it seems to entertain other people, and the reason I can do it is the Constellation is so wonderful.

And then there are all the tools the Constellation has for fixing one’s own stupidity with icons. If you’ve been using an icon for months and suddenly you realize there’s a glaring blemish that you can’t unsee, you have so many options for fixing this. You can replace the link to hosting with a link to a fixed version! You can go to the list of replies-with-that-icon and change each one to a different icon! You can delete the icon, if you decide you’d rather just have no icon on those posts! All this as opposed to Dreamwidth, where your options were ... let me count ... right, literally nothing.

Or if, like me, you’re prone to putting an icon in a gallery and failing to move it out of your “unassigned icons for X character” gallery (which I can have! because Constellation!) and then completely forgetting about this and adding it obliviously to another gallery, and being annoyed that you’ve got the same icon in more than one gallery: no problem! You can go to an icon’s page and see a list of all the galleries it’s in! And you can remove it from those galleries safely, too, you’re not going to break all of the icons in replies where you’ve already used it, not unless you delete the icon altogether.

And then there’s how delightfully permissive the Constellation is with icon keywords! I can have my ridiculously long quote-keywords, because there’s no length maximum! I can have punctuation! I can have upper and lower case without them all getting made the same! I can have arbitrary unicode characters! I can have more than one icon in the same gallery with the same keyword! Yes of course I have used all of these I am the literal worst edge-case user!

Or here’s one: the facecasts page.

Marri did not, like, need to make a facecasts page. She didn’t need to do any of this, but she extra didn’t need to make a facecasts page. No one was going to look at the glowfic website and go “you know, this is pretty good, but why is there not a page listing all of the facecasts which have been used, and the corresponding characters and templates and authors?” This is not a core feature. If I had written up specs for a glowfic website (which I didn’t, because I am not as awesome as Marri), it would not have occurred to me to put in a facecasts page.

And yet there it is, quiet and functional and present since the very beginning of the website. And you guys, it is so useful? Especially for new glowficcers, it is wonderful if you are a new glowficcer and terrified of stepping on toes and haven’t learned all of everyone’s million characters yet and what if you pick a facecast that already belongs to the character of someone super important and everyone judges you? (This is not, to be clear, a reasonable worry, but in my experience brains are rarely reasonable.)

You don’t have to worry about accidentally taking someone else’s facecast anymore. Not even if you are terrible with faces (as I am) and find yourself squinting at Pretty White Male Actor With Dashingly Ruffled Short Brown Hair #47865 and going “.....have I seen them before somewhere? might it have been glowfic? is that literally boy-Bell? I have no idea!”

No; now you can just go to the Facecasts page on the Constellation, and ctrl+F for their name, and there you are. I do this every time I pick a new facecast: hollow art open in one tab, the Facecasts page in another, and I can rule actors out before I fall in love with them and start picturing the character with their face.

And, like -- on the one hand it’s super simple? But on the other hand it’s not only super useful, it’s something that can only exist because of the huge amount of work that’s gone into the Constellation. It works because the create-a-character page is conveniently enough designed that people actually, reliably fill in the “facecast” field. It works because there is a “facecast” field, because this is a website designed for glowfic, we aren’t sticking that in character descriptions or icon credits or somewhere else equally makeshift. It works because there’s an easy way to view a list of all your characters, with their various information in a neat table, so that you can spot ones where you forgot to put a facecast. It works because it’s easy to edit characters, to go back and put in that facecast you forgot. And, on a fundamental level, it works because the Constellation is good -- because it’s so good that glowfic completely migrated to it, so now we have it all together in one place, which means that the Facecasts page can actually pick up all of the facecasts.

Or there’s the Tags Owed page. I suspect I rely on that even more than most people (and most people, I think, rely on it a lot), because of the ways that my brain is terrible.

(And that’s another wonderful thing about the Constellation; it’s designed while explicitly taking people with terrible brains into consideration. And there are probably all sorts of social-justice-y things to say about that -- and that’s not meant to be dismissive, I’m sure many of those are worth saying, I’m just not the one to say them -- but on a basic level, it seems like empirical proof that when people with terrible brains build their own community, magic things happen. Things which mean that they can function in the community. Social model of disability!)

But back to Tags Owed -- first of all, it means that I can glowfic even on days when I cannot people. I don’t have to have gchat or IRC or anything else available for pinging with replies; I can just refresh Tags Owed once in a while. No human interaction required. Without that, I suspect I would glowfic something like 10-25% as much as I currently do.

Then there’s the fact that it keeps track of all your threads for you. On Dreamwidth, you didn’t have a nice way to do that, let alone an automatic way. I mostly wound up leaving tabs open with all of my active threads. I’m sure other people had other methods. But with Tags Owed, Pedro can have his two dozen active threads, and the rest of us can have our large-but-not-quite-that-large numbers, and we don’t have to work to keep track of all that, the Constellation does it for us. We can just go to Tags Owed and work down the list until (if we have Hard Work And Determination) there aren’t any left waiting for us. (And right there, Tags Owed is already so much nicer than just a list of Active Threads You Are In; it’s obvious at a moment’s glance whether you owe tags and what in, and you get that wonderful sense of satisfaction when you clear it out and don’t owe any.)

And then there’s the ability to hiatus threads, which I cannot praise highly enough. I’m sure I drive plenty of coauthors up the wall with my thread-dropping ways; but the ability to hiatus threads is fairly key to my ability to function as a glowficcer. If all the threads in the intersection of {haven’t tagged in some time and don’t expect to in the immediate future} and {not ready to declare totally dropped} were constantly on my Tags Owed page, I can tell you right now what would happen, having lived with myself for a couple of decades: I’d feel anxious and guilty about it, so I’d avoid looking at them, so I’d avoid opening my Tags Owed page, so I’d tag less in all my threads, so I’d feel more anxious, and it would spiral downwards until I was glowficcing zero. Having the ability to hiatus threads means that I have the room to say “okay, this is not something I can do right now, but I don’t want to give up on it either.” (Which is, like, a really good thing to be able to say, mental-health-wise.)

And it also means that, even if I can’t tag a thread for a while, it’s not lost to the ravages of time. Back on Dreamwidth, if I stalled on a thread for a week and then picked it back up, my cowriter would usually need me to message them the link so that they could find it again; and that was when I usually only had one or two threads and so could keep track of them, so I had the link on hand and remembered to keep checking if my brain was up to tagging in it. With just a few more threads, I’d have inevitably ended up putting a thread aside for a while and then completely forgetting it existed (and my cowriter probably would, too). Now, though, if I can’t tag in a thread for a week, I keep remembering to try, because I see it every time I open my Tags Owed. And when I have a particularly good brain day, I can go to the list of all my threads and browse the hiatused ones and see if there are any I’m up to picking up again.

I love my Tags Owed page. I love, love, love, love, love it. It’s so useful, and it’s a thing that feels so right to have. It feels bizarre to think about glowficcing without it.

The Favorites page. The Favorites page! I have eight links on my bookmarks bar (for recreation; I use a separate browser for work), and two of them are Tags Owed and Favorites. It means I can conveniently keep up with all the threads I’m following; and, on the other side of the coin, it means that at least there’s only one page I’m addictively refreshing, instead of all the threads I’m reading. It means that when people ask me for glowfic recs (as happens fairly regularly), I can easily browse through some of my favorite threads, ongoing and completed, and pick out a couple appropriate to the situation.

I think the Favorites page is emblematic of one of the greatest achievements of the Constellation. As far as I can tell (I was around-but-new during the crucial times) there was a huge boom in glowfic at about the same time as the exodus to the Constellation. (I’m not sure of the causation, there -- Dreamwidth getting unwieldy with that much glowfic? The convenience of the Constellation meaning people glowficced more, and more new people got into it? Coincidence? A bit of all those?)

In any case, the Constellation handled that boom with incredible aplomb. There was a sudden need for all these new tools -- and most of the time it wasn’t clear what tools, exactly, just that what we had wasn’t working -- and Marri, and later Throne, stepped up to the plate and hit a home run.

With only a couple of authors, it worked fine to follow their personal indexes or blogs to keep up with new glowfic; with only a relatively small amount of glowfic happening, it was feasible for them to maintain those indexes. Daily reports could happen manually; people could announce new threads; it wasn’t really a system, but it worked fine. Things weren’t very transparent to new people, but there weren’t a lot of new people.

And then: ridiculous amounts of glowfic. And somehow, the Constellation -- despite being tiny and under development and run by Marri-and-Throne-in-their-spare-time -- despite the boom happening while it was still on shaky metaphorical toddler legs -- the Constellation kept up. The Constellation made dealing with that possible, so instead of drowning we got to stretch out on the lovely sunny beach by our new ocean and sip iced drinks.

The Constellation gave us Favorites; and Unread, not just “threads with unread posts” which was already wonderful but also “unopened threads” as its own page, and as a visual distinction on other pages; and continuities as an actual functionality; and a search feature; and the ability to do things like favoriting an author or a continuity, or hiding a thread or a continuity from unread, or finding all threads with a given character or author, or just plain seeing all of the glowfic right there in one place.

And, like -- I know I have muttered about filters, and whether hiding things should mark them read, and subcontinuities, and so on, as much as anyone. But, at least this once, I would like to register not only how incredibly grateful I am for the tools the Constellation gives us for managing the flood of glowfic, but how amazed I am at Marri’s and Throne’s ability to build headache-inducingly complex tools (which don’t induce headaches on the user end), and have them work, and to do this under conditions roughly equivalent to building a spaceship while it hurtles through the atmosphere, spurting jets of flame, escaping from an imploding planet with a black hole at the center.

Another thing that feels too trivial to mention until I actually stop and reflect on it: editing.

Dreamwidth doesn’t let you edit comments which have been replied to. This is probably reasonable in a blogging site! It means that you can’t go back and change something you said, in response to an objection, and then have people reading the thread later on assume the other person is just a jerk objecting to something completely reasonable. It means you can’t edit something and then deny ever having said it at all. In general, it means that you can’t change the meaning of someone else’s comment by altering your comment which it was a reply to.

However, when the site is being used for glowfic, this is a lot less reasonable. You couldn’t do something as simple (and easily taken for granted) as fixing a typo. (Which could be just annoying, if it was something silly that distracted from a dramatic moment, or actively confusing, if you accidentally mis-indicated who was talking.) If someone clueless, or a spambot, replied to a thread, and someone else trying to be helpful replied to suggest they not do that, you were then stuck with that in the middle of your thread. Certainly you couldn’t go back and fix that throw-away remark in reply #6 that ended up contradicting a key detail of the events of reply #733.

The Constellation lets you edit your replies, which is already wonderful enough. I don’t have to be bugged/shamed forever by my own spelling errors or typos or brain malfunctions. (You don’t even know how many times in one for sorrow, two for joy I had to go back and edit a post where I called Iliar “Jean.”) If my cowriter notices my error, they don’t have to wait to reply until I’ve fixed it, they can go ahead and tag me back and mention the typo at the same time. When I’ve got one of my characters into a delightfully terrible situation and someone in chat says “wait, didn’t you mention three pages ago they had a gun,” I can go back and edit in a hasty “which they left outside the door” and be all no I don’t know what you’re talking about I never make continuity errors pay no attention to the little man behind the curtain.

But it’s not just the little stuff that the Constellation makes possible! I know of multiple instances -- some mine, some other people’s -- where a thread went off course and ended up somewhere completely unfeasible and the authors looked at it and went “....yeah, okay, that is not the thing we want;” and in each case, they could just delete the last dozen or so replies, alter the point of divergence, and proceed forward in a saner fashion. And not only is this possible on the Constellation, the unread and favorites pages of people following the thread handle it gracefully! There is absolutely no spontaneous combustion!

Or there’s the “replace character” and “split character” tools, which -- guys, I cannot get over the fact that the Constellation devs made these for us. Any sane person would have looked at those requests and gone “uh, that sounds like a ridiculously complex thing you want, and the occasions where you’ll need it are totally on you, and this is not the sort of thing you can reasonably expect a website to offer, I think this is a you problem.” I cannot believe that our devs actually made them for us. They are insane and I do not know what they were thinking and I love them so much.

There’s the fact that even though there’s no easy user-side way to split threads, Marri will do it by hand on request. Would do character replacement by hand, before that was an actual user-accessible tool. Again, this is the behavior of a madman or a Miles (okay, redundant); any normal person would say “sorry, we don’t have that functionality in place.” Any normal person would say “have you seen the list of requests lately?” But no. Not our devs. If it doesn’t work, they will make it work.

A search function. Have I mentioned the Constellation has a search function? That actually, you know, functions? This one I manage not to take for granted, if only because so many huge professional websites don’t. And not just Tumblr, The Flaming Death Pit, either. Dreamwidth doesn’t. Facebook doesn’t.

The Constellation does.

I can search that neat little phrase in my head to see if I actually just came up with it, or if I read it in another glowfic and it lodged in my brain, or if I came up with the exact same clever phrase three pages back. I can find that thread where I don’t remember the title or the authors or the characters but do remember that particularly clever retort that someone-or-other made to I-can’t-quite-remember-whom. I can find that one reply where someone summed up a bunch of important stuff I need to refer back to, and I’m pretty sure it was either in Room of Requirement or one of the later threads in Silmaril.

The search function is great for avoiding continuity errors. I can check if I already explained vampires in this thread, or if that was a different one. I can check if my characters should already know something or if it hasn’t come up yet. I can check which amusing pseudonym Jean introduced himself as. I can remind myself for the twentieth time if that minor character of my coauthor’s is named Janet or Janice. I can remind myself of what number I calculated for the approximate population of a planetary settlement.

When I’m feeling particularly writer-anxious, I can check how often I’m using “mutters” versus “murmurs” versus “mumbles.” When I realize I’ve been inconsistent about an NPC’s last name, I can find all the occasions where I used my less preferred option and fix them. When Lintamande pulls yet another character out of her watch-carefully-nothing-up-my-sleeve, I can check if they’re supposed to be mysterious or if we met them earlier in the thread.

A search feature is so useful to have, especially for something like glowfic which is prone to information overload. But they’re nontrivial to implement, and lots of websites don’t have them, or they have searches which work in annoying unintuitive useless ways. The Constellation has a functioning search.

Or -- aliasing. Aliasing is amazing precisely because it’s such a tiny thing -- the option to display a different name for your character on a particular post. That’s, what -- one, two words, plain text? Hardly anything. Not something you need constantly, either. Not something you really really need, when you do need it. Not having aliasing wasn’t preventing anyone from making a thread they wanted to make, or reading something they wanted to read, or understanding what was going on.

So we could have made do just fine without it. We would have, on Dreamwidth -- or under basically any other circumstances, really. We could have put the alternate name in the character’s screenname field. We could have put it in quote marks in their name field, nickname-style. We could have used a specific icon to indicate it. We could have made a second character instance with a different name. We could have posted from a general “[Name’s] characters” account. We could have just mentioned it in the text somewhere. It would have been fine.

But we don’t have to, because the Constellation has aliasing. Because we have the best devs. Because they went ahead and made it for us anyway, even though they totally could have just not. (Even more so than they could have just not done any of this.) And so now characters can be mysterious even while posting from their proper account; the Elves can switch among all their various names; characters who peal can display their nickname instead of their name, for convenient reading; people can even run a character and their daemon out of the same account just because they find it more conceptually fitting.

Or the Many Worlds Forum. This is on the Constellation now, and that has to be a huge pain in the neck for the devs, because all of a sudden everyone is using their beautifully-designed, custom-tailored glowfic website for something totally different, and then demanding it support that. (And “everyone” there totally includes me.) And, like, it is totally fair for them to find this annoying, and if they end up deciding to throw up their hands and say “if you are determined to use the Constellation for this, on your own heads be it,” I will consider them entirely justified.

But even aside from the fact that I’m pretty sure the devs should be beatified on the spot for not snapping and using their mysterious time travel powers to prevent all our parents from meeting -- I think it also illustrates just how great the Constellation is. The Many Worlds Forum is a forum; it’s right there in the name, it’s the whole concept, half the point is that it’s something you can actually have, so even if it isn’t really populated by denizens of various dimensions it looks just like it is. It’s LARP for the internet. And yet, when the reboot was being planned, and people discussed where to host it, and whether it should be on the Constellation or on a forum -- the Constellation won. Because it is just that much better than anything else. More convenient, more user-friendly, more flexible, more streamlined, prettier.

(Like Daedalus, they invented a marvelous device, the Constellation; but like Icarus, the devs soared too high, and brought about their own downfall...)

(*cough* Sorry. Continuing.)

While I’m praising the devs’ patience -- I have to be the absolute worst, most demanding, nightmare edge-case stress-test of an end user. Ways I have abused both the Constellation and the devs’ patience include but are not limited to:

writing half a reply in English and half in Hebrew; complaining when the right-to-left text format failed to properly reflect punctuation

relying heavily on the Constellation’s private messaging feature, even though, like, literally why would anyone do that

filling every input box I could find with random unicode characters

accumulating [counts] 2,853 icons; proceeding to complain that the “add existing icons” page was slow to load

setting a single icon to randomly display one of half a dozen images every time the page was reloaded

complaining that I couldn’t message “<3” to people because it broke the HTML; rejecting “don’t message ‘<3’ to people” as a solution

setting my own thread to “hide from unread;” subsequently complaining that it no longer showed me the latest unread post

repeatedly making the same error in filling out forms; proposing that this be solved by making the Constellation smarter than me

re-organizing the aforesaid 2,853 icons at least half a dozen times; requesting support not only for each new configuration, but also for the process of transitioning between them

wanting a thread un-hiatused despite not having replied to it in months; being unwilling to achieve this by replying to it; eventually settling for making and deleting a blank reply, messing up daily reports & unread lists & probably all sorts of other things in the process

putting deeply excessive numbers of warnings on threads, including “#torture #so much torture #i’m serious about the torture guys” and “#i can’t believe there are now six jean-related warnings”; complaining when this overfilled the text box for warnings and made them less than optimally easy to read while entering them

The short and the long of all this being: I’m pretty sure Marri and Throne deserve a special accolade just for continuing to put up with me.

Speaking of which: have I mentioned just how awesome the Constellation support is? Because the answer is -- so very. It is so very awesome. (And not just for the part where they haven’t yet gone back in time to prevent my existence, though that too.)

I mean, there’s the time travel. I don’t need to explain why that’s awesome. And there’s the fact that, as far as I can tell, they will make literally anything happen if a large enough proportion of glowficcers ask for it. (Have we tried asking them to cure malaria yet? We should do that.) There’s the fact that they didn’t take one look at that To Do list of theirs and run away screaming and gibbering.

There’s the fact that the Constellation -- doesn’t go down? It did, once in a while, for a couple of minutes, when it was very new. Once that I can remember for more than an hour. And then it, uh -- stopped? Which (in addition to being a great relief to those of us who are Utter Glowfic Addicts) seems super impressive. Big serious professional websites have scheduled maintenance! And they still go down sometimes! And Marri and Throne don’t (I’m pretty sure) even have a testing environment, they are just being super careful, and it is working. Despite the fact that they are also constantly adding all these changes we demand.

And beyond that, like -- they have just completely spoiled me for any other tech support ever. When I’m on other websites, I constantly find myself responding to some minor inconvenience by starting to formulate a post in my head asking Throne and Marri to fix it. And this is for things where -- if it were the Constellation, they would. But these enormous professionally-built websites with significantly more than two support staff haven’t.

I’m not just talking about, like, tumblr, either. We all know tumblr is terrible. But I’ll be posting on facebook and thinking hey, Marri, the new feature where short posts get put in enormous font is annoying, can we at least have a box by the text entry we can manually uncheck if we don’t want that? Or on my university’s website thinking so Throne, the professor’s name shows by the course in the search results, but if you click through to the course it has a bunch of information but not the professor’s name anymore -- could you fix that?

(And then, of course, I remember that neither Mark Zuckerberg nor the state of Texas is likely to respond to me with actually, we’ve had that feature in place for a couple of weeks! Look in the upper right hand corner, and I sulk and go write some glowfic instead.)

Of course, it’s not like they’re getting paid for any of these I-don’t-even-want-to-think-about-how-many hours of work. There’s a donate button on the Constellation, but that doesn’t even go to tips for Marri or Throne, let alone compensating them for the work they put in; it goes towards the expenses of running the Constellation. Which Marri otherwise covers out of pocket. Which means she is getting paid negative money for all this, which is completely nuts.

I don’t have the faintest idea how Marri and Throne do what they do. Marri has, you know, a job; Throne is a college student (sorry, he’s British -- a university student); they both have, to my certain knowledge, lives. And significant others. And, I assume, sleep from time to time. (I consider all this further evidence in favor of the time travel hypothesis.)

Basically what I’m trying to say here is: to whoever is writing Marri and Throne: I know glowfic is big on overpowered characters, but have you tried at least giving them challenges more appropriate to their power level? I don’t think running a website is cutting it. Maybe they can go fight a Sauron or something.

Even beyond all this, though, there’s something special about the Constellation that’s hard to sum up. (As evidence for the difficulty in summarizing, witness the length of this post.)

It’s made by glowficcers, for glowficcers -- and this I think must be what some older fanfic writers feel about AO3. It’s ours; it’s made for us. We’re this weird little community out on the fringes of the internet, full of weird people with weird brains and weird opinions and weird interests, we have the most ridiculously high-context hard-to-explain hobby; but we’re not stuck squeezing in at the edges of sites that weren’t meant for us, working in frameworks that were never meant to fit us. We have a home now, and it fits us, and we belong here, and it’s ours.

And it’s made with love. That’s the thing that always gets me, about the Constellation: the amount of love in the tiny details. I mean, I’m familiar enough with programming to guess that most of the tiny details were probably kicked into functioning at three am with Marri or Throne growling at their screen and cursing the code and its descendants yea unto the seventh generation -- but that’s not incompatible with love (as anyone who has crooned ~go the fuck to sleep already~ to a fussy baby in the wee hours of the night knows).

It’s called the Constellation, for goodness’ sake. It has “starry dark” and “starry light” themes. Because it was made by glowficcers for glowficcers, and so it has these lovely aesthetically delightful little tributes to glowfic traditions. Characters have screenname fields, even though those serve absolutely no practical function, because people remembered them fondly from Dreamwidth and wanted to be able to keep adding that little extra quote or pun or reference. It even supports moieties, even though those are completely ridiculous at this point, because we love them anyway.

Every time I look at the little icon in my Constellation tabs, with the three stars for Alicorn and Kappa and Aestrix -- in the appropriate colors, no less -- it makes me smile.

I love the Constellation. I don’t say it enough. I expect I will continue not saying it enough, and instead pointing out ridiculously tiny things which I feel could be improved upon, and ridiculously elaborate features which I would like to have.

But, at least once, I wanted to say it properly:

I love the Constellation.

#glowfic #glowfic constellation #long #like ridiculously long #mine

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Plausible Attraction

Title: Plausible Attraction Prompt: So I recently started watching The X-Files on Netflix and before the first episode was even done I just knew I had to do a McKirk fic with the concept. (I have no idea if anyone else has done this, but here’s my contribution!) Fandom: Star Trek x The X-Files Relationship: Jim Kirk x Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy // McKirk Warnings: some vulgar language, mentions of death Additional info: With some character and detail alterations, it’s pretty much the part of the episode starting with the time of the reassignment to when they end their first meeting. This site has the transcripts of the show’s episodes and it’s what I used to write up the dialogue and scenes that happened in the episode instead of continuously replaying the episode over and over again. Also, right now I’m just keeping this as a one-shot.

Summary: Agent Leonard McCoy gets a new assignment. It and his new partner are not what he expected.

Plausible Attraction

FBI HEADQUARTERS || WASHINGTON, D.C.

The brunet scowled as he strode through the building filled with his fellow black-suited agents. They ignored him or, at least, they pretended to ignore him. Everyone in the building was well-aware of the no-nonsense agent. Those well-acquainted with the Georgian merely brushed off his gruff demeanor. The newbies took one look and scattered.

Especially this early in the morning with no coffee in hand.

Turning down a narrow hallway, he finally slowed to a stop outside of an office door; the golden plaque declared that it belonged to a one ‘Section Chief Christopher Pike’. He raised his broad hand and gave two quick raps on the door to announce his arrival.

“Come in.”

He took a deep breath and tried to school his face into a less surly expression as he entered the office.

Christopher Pike was an example of FBI excellence. Originally a young, hot-shot police officer who tired of small town skirmishes, Pike breezed through the academy and agent life, earning the respect from fellow agents and superiors alike. Now, after 32 years of service and being named Section Chief, that respect has yet to cease.

“Agent McCoy, thank you for coming on such short notice.”

Even as he simply sat behind his desk, the sharply-dressed, silver-haired, middle-aged man exuded an assertive grace; one that caused McCoy to gather his composure even after knowing him since gaining his status as an active agent.

Pike gestured towards the empty chairs placed before his desk. “Please, have a seat.”

McCoy nodded and crossed the room. In doing so, he took notice of another presence in the small office. After taking a seat, the second man moved to stand at parade rest just behind Pike, giving McCoy a chance to see his identity.

Agent Spock T’gai - the FBI poster child of good behavior and McCoy’s least favorite agent. He was too composed, too stoic, a bit of a narcissist, and had a god-awful bowl cut.

McCoy shoved down the memory of their run-in two years ago and focused on Pike.

The man in question let the silence in the room hang for a moment before breaking it. “Agent McCoy, we see you’ve been with us for just over three years.”

The urge for an eye-roll and sarcastic reply weighed heavily on McCoy’s tongue, but Spock’s presence caused him to refrain from giving into it. Pike wouldn’t care, but Spock would. “Yes, sir.”

Pike gave a soft hmmm. “And, you went to medical school - top of your class, might I add, with your pick of top hospitals once you graduated - but you chose not to practice. How’d you come to work for the F.B.I?”

Another eye-roll was suppressed. “You already know this, sir.”

Two brows were raised at his reply - one amused and one unimpressed. McCoy heaved an audible sigh. “I was recruited out of med school, sir, several weeks before graduation.” He still remembered that night. He had been going on his twenty-fifth hour of coffee-fueled energy when a suit had intercepted his way to the break-room, offering him the job of a lifetime. “They wanted a few more medical specialists in the ranks, but after a few months I got a little restless. Field work was more interesting.

My family still thinks the switch was a delayed act of rebellion, but I saw the FBI as a place to distinguish myself from the rest of the doctors in my family. So I took the chance. Still don’t regret it for a second.”

“Even though it would eventually lead to a failed marriage?”

Pike must have seen the red flash in McCoy’s eyes at Spock’s callous remark because he quickly stated, “Are you familiar with an agent named James Kirk?”

McCoy’s anger was momentarily abated by the abrupt comment. “Yes, sir, I am.” Both seemed surprised at the response.

Who wasn’t familiar with the guy?

“How so?” Spock intoned, curious about how he knew the younger agent.

“Reputation.” Despite never actually seeing the kid, McCoy doubted there was a single soul in the agency that didn’t know about James Kirk. The second son of two legendary agents, his father, George Kirk, was killed the day Jim was born in an attempt to take a serial killer into custody. Days later, Winona resigned and moved out to Iowa. The next time the FBI heard major news about the family was when Kirk graduated college. “He’s one of the youngest recruits to date. A certified genius with degrees ranging from engineering to psychology, he wrote a monograph on serial killers and the occult, who helped to catch Nero. Generally thought of as the best analyst and agent in the violent crimes section.” There were several other things that McCoy could have added, but he didn’t think the kid’s promiscuity and tendency to bend and break the rules was something he needed to say aloud.

Pike tapped the arm of his chair in consideration. “What I’ll also tell you is that Agent Kirk has developed a consuming devotion to an unassigned project outside the bureau mainstream. Are you familiar with the so-called ‘X-Files?’”

“I’ve heard rumors of them, but I thought that that’s all they were.” McCoy scrunched up his face in though. “They have to do with unexplained phenomena, correct?”

The older agent tilted his head. “More or less. The reason you’re here, Agent McCoy, is that we want you to assist Kirk on these X-Files.You'll write field reports on your activities, along with your observations on the validity of the work.”

Stunned silence was all that McCoy could managed for several moments as he looked between the two agents in shock. “What?”

Spock seemed confused at McCoy’s own confusion. “What Chief Pike sai--”

“I heard what he said,” McCoy raised a hand and cut Spock off. “I just -- am I to understand that you want me to debunk the X-Files project?”

“Agent McCoy,” a facetious Pike began, “we trust you’ll make the proper scientific analysis. You’ll want to contact Agent Kirk shortly.” With a final nod to end the early meeting, he added. “We look forward to seeing your reports.”

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McCoy, with his arms crossed over his chest, practically radiated frustration as he glared at the closed doors of the elevator. Of all the cases and partners he could have been assigned to, it just had to be the ones that dealt with hooey-crap.

At the ding!, he grumbled again and began to stomp his way through the abandoned basement. Well, nearly abandoned. This was the location of Agent Kirk’s office.

Because where else would you put someone obsessed with superstitions and myths.

It was only once he reached the very back that he came across an office door. He knocked twice with his knuckles, cursing Pike under his breath for making him do this.

A male’s voice sounded through the door. “Sorry! Nobody down here but the F.B.I’s most unwanted!”

McCoy heaved another sigh before reaching out and twisting the knob, finally revealing the world he would now be working in...and - boy- is it a doozy. The walls of the tiny office are the first thing that demand attention; each one plastered floor to ceiling with photos of UFO’s, ghosts, supernatural beings that McCoy couldn’t even put a name to, and several posters - one of which displays a UFO with the text ‘I Want to Believe’. Nestled in between the massive collage were a handful of whiteboards and one silver screen. There were a total of seven metal filing cabinets shoved to the side and a handful of stools and chairs scattered about. To the right of the door, there was a second room separated by chain-length wall that seemed to be some sort of workzone. The wall mounted tables in the room weren’t any better; every single bit of space was cluttered with files, photos, knick-knacks, and a computer, currently displaying a page of text that McCoy couldn’t read.

Then again, that was probably due to most of the page being blocked by a curious looking--

Oh.

Pike was forgiven.

McCoy’s brain stuttered to a halt once his eyes finally landed on his new partner. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but Agent James Kirk was definitely not it. For someone who’s office was in a windowless basement, Kirk appeared to be made of sunlight. His golden hair - tousled from his long fingers - and sun-kissed skin - scattered with light freckles and beauty marks - practically glowed under the warm light of the old bulbs. Piercing blue eyes - the color of a clear day and brimming with curiosity - caught his own from behind thick black frames that sat upon the bridge of a delicate nose. Pink, plush lips - quirked in fascination - were cradled in a strong jaw coated in a light stubble.

This man did not deserve to be hidden away in the depths of a basement.

McCoy blinked out of his stupor. “What?”

Kirk’s lips twitched in amusement. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Oh, ummmm,” he stuttered, face flushing when he realized he’d been caught staring. He hastily stepped farther into the office and thrust out his hand. “Agent Kirk, I--”

“Jim.”

McCoy blinked. “What?”

“Jim. James Tiberius Kirk, but I prefer Jim.”

“Oh, okay. Jim, uh, I’m Leonard McCoy, I’ve been assigned to work with you.” He managed to gather his thoughts enough to get the statement out.

What the hell?? He was never this flustered.

Jim shook his hand, revealing a strong grip that matched the man’s large hands. “Oh isn’t it nice to suddenly be so highly regarded?” He leaned back in his chair, threading his fingers together behind his head, the rolled-up sleeves inching farther up his arms. Leonard was pretty sure the blond’s white button down was grateful to have the top two buttons undone. The stretch from the movement would have been too much on the nicely fitted shirt. “So, who did you tick off to get stuck with this detail, McCoy?”

More like what did I do in a past life.

“Actually, I’m looking forward to working with you.” Well, now he is. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” Well, a little bit.

At that, Jim sat forward and raised a bushy brow. “Oh, really?” He stood up. “See, I was under the impression --” One step. Two steps. “-- that you were sent to spy on me.” Jim had them toe to toe, closing the distance between them to only a few inches. A sardonic grin graced his face. Turns out he was nearly as tall as Leonard was and just a little leaner.

Leonard held his ground and stared right back. “If you have any doubt about my qualifications or credentials, th--”

He broke off as Jim held up a hand and then stepped back to grab a paper from a pile on his desk. “You’re a medical doctor, graduated from ‘Old Miss’, and have been an agent for about three years now. And, you did your undergraduate degree in physics.” He adjusted his glasses and held the paper closer to his face. “Einstein’s Twin Paradox, a New Interpretation. Leonard McCoy. Senior Thesis.” He turned his head back to Leonard. “Now that’s a credential, rewriting Einstein. I gotta say, I was not expecting that from you.”

Leonard glowered and crossed his arms again, choosing to ignore the last part. “Did you even bother to read it?”

“I did.” Jim gave a million-watt smile. “I liked it. But...” He sat back down and clicked around at the computer. “In most of my work, the laws of physics rarely seem to apply.” He turned back around and gestured to a point behind Leonard. “Can you get the lights?”

He rolled his eyes, but obliged the command. Instead of being left in darkness, the bright glow of a projector attached to the ceiling gave them light. They both turned to face the information now on the screen.

Leonard stared at the photo of the female and the smaller text next to it. “What is this?”

“I was hoping to get your medical opinion. This is Karen Swenson.” He used the mouse to circle her face. “An Oregon female, age twenty-one, no explainable cause of death. Her autopsy shows nothing. Zip. Nada. Zilch.” He clicked the mouse to change to the next slide, one that showed two bumps on her back. “There were, however, these two distinct marks on her lower back.” He zoomed in on the spots. “Doctor McCoy, can you ID these marks?”

Leonard stepped closer squinting at the bright screen. “Needle punctures, maybe? Animal bite? Electrocution of some kind?” Using pictures projected on a screen wasn’t the same as observing the actual body.

He heard another click and the slide changed. He heard Jim say, “How’s your chemistry? This is the substance found in the surrounding tissue.”

“It’s organic...” He scanned over the slide. “I don’t know, is it some kind of synthetic protein? I’ve never seen this before.” At Jim’s sigh he turned back around to see him.

“Me either, but look at this.” He clicked again and Leonard observed the new slide; the body of a boy laying face-down on railroad tracks, his shirt was lifted in the back. Jim zoomed in on the exposed patch of skin.

Leonard’s head tilted in interest. “It’s the same marks.”

“Sturgis, South Dakota.”

Another click. Another close-up of another pair of red bumps. “And again in Shamrock, Texas.”

The doctor mulled over what he was just shown. He twisted back to Jim, finding his eyes shining in the light. “Do you have a theory?”

“Oh, I have plenty of theories.” He gets up and walks towards Leonard to stand before him. “Maybe what you can explain to me is why it’s bureau policy to label these cases as ‘unexplained phenomena’ and ignore them.” His eyes gained a mischievous air and he leaned forward, just enough that his warm breath ghosted over Leonard’s face as he eerily whispered, “Do you believe in the existence of extraterrestrials?”

“Logically, I would have to say ‘no’.” God, he sounded like Spock. “Given the distances needed to travel from the far reaches of space, the energy requirements would exceed a spacecraft’s capabilities th...” He trailed off at Jim’s amused smirk. “What?”

He shrugged. “It’s comforting to know they sent me someone who’s thought about this stuff before.” Leonard rewarded him with a snort. “But, McCoy,” He scrunched up his face, resulting in Leonard getting distracted by the little wrinkles that appeared in Jim’s nose. “Leonard? Len? Leo? Nope. Not gonna work. What’s your middle name?”

“My...why do you need my middle name? What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to figure out what the hell to call you. ‘McCoy’ seems too impersonal and ‘Leonard’ is just...no.” The nose crinkles appeared again.

“What’s wrong with ‘Leonard’?” He felt like he should be insulted, but...

“You don’t look like a ‘Leonard’. You’re too young to be a ‘Leonard’.”

“I’m nearly thirty.”

“Exactly!” Why was this guy so exuberant about names? “You’re too young!”

Leonard rolled his eyes. “Sure thing, Tiberius.” Jim squinted his eyes at the mention of his middle name. “And I’m not telling you my middle name. If you have a problem with my first name, you’re gonna definitely have issues with my middle one.”

Maybe he shouldn’t have said that because Jim lit up like a kid in a candy shop. “No. Nope. I’m not telling you. Don’t even try.”

And he immediately wanted to punch himself when the kid deflated.

“Fine. You don’t have to tell me,” Jim huffed out. “I’ll just look up your file later.” Leonard was cut off before he even had a chance to argue. “Until then, I’ll just have to think of something for you.”

A tinge of worry filled his gut.

Jim looked waaaay to excited about that idea.

He sighed. “I don’t have a choice in the matter, do I?”

Another radiant smile. “Nope!” He glanced back at the screen and the two suddenly remembered why they were they. “Right! Conventional wisdom!” Jim stepped away from him and darted back to the computer, clicking through the slides back to the first victim Leonard was shown. “You know this Oregon female? She’s the fourth person in her graduating class to die under mysterious circumstances.” He held up both hands. “Now, when convention and science offer us no answers...” He lifted a brow. “...might we not finally turn to the fantastic as a plausibility?”

He had to hand it to the guy; he was good. Leonard waved his hand at the screen. “The girl obviously died of something. If it was by natural means, it’s plausible that there was something missing in the postmortem. If she was murdered, it’s plausible that there was a sloppy investigation or maybe even a purposeful cover-up.” He moved to stand a few feet away from where Jim sat. “What I find ‘fantastic’ is any notion that there are answers beyond the realm of science. The answers are there. You just have to know where to look.”

With that, Jim leaned forward and looked up at Leonard, resting his elbows on his knees. “That’s why they put the ‘I’ in ‘F.B.I.’” He punctuated the acronym. Leonard watched as Jim then leaned back and spun his chair to start sorting through papers. “See you tomorrow morning, Doc --” He scrunched his face once more. “-- bright and early!”

Leonard huffed and rolled his eyes yet again before turning to leave the still dim office. Just as he stepped through the door, he heard Jim say, “We leave for the very plausible state of Oregon at eight A.M.!”

A glance back at his new partner revealed that he was now facing his computer, but Leonard knew when he was being watched in someone’s peripheral.

He smothered a smile.

He had a case to pack for.

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