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kpop---scenarios · 1 year

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Never Yours (1)

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader x Jackson

Word Count: 2.8k

Warning: Launguage, Shitty People

"Y/N." Jennie yells. "I heard something hilarious today." She says, walking out of her bedroom.

"What's that?" You ask, dragging a basket of laundry to the kitchen table.

"Just a little info about you, and a certain someone." She sings.

"Okay?" You sigh, waiting for her to get on with it.

"You're in love with Baekhyun." She says. "My Baekhyun."

"What?" You freeze. "I mean.. he's hardly yours, right? Aren't you sleeping with Mark, Suho and Minseok?" You ask.

"Besides the fucking point, Y/N. Do you love him?" She asks, the tone of her voice gone from sing-song playful, to annoyed and frustrated in a matter of seconds.

"Who even said that? I don't like that someone is gossiping about me, spreading lies and shit that isn't even true." You say, trying to change the subject. Your stomach was in knots as you waited for her response. You should have known who she was going to say next.

"Rose told me." Jennie replies.

You vaguely remember your drunken night with her a few days ago, and possibly, well most definitely telling her you were in love with Baekhyun. You thought she would take that secret to her grave. Apparently not. How do you get out of this?

"I just.. he's a friend, that's all." You say, clearing your throat as your friend, Jennie stares at you with concerned eyes

"Oh my god." She laughs, slapping the table, wiping the clothes you had just folded off the table without even realizing. "You love him." She giggles. "You love Baekhyun."

You stare at her, your body feels weird, you can't move, you can't think of what to say to her to assure her you weren't. You weren't in love with the man who was in love with her, and the man that she liked to use.

There's a knock at the door, you're still trying to come out of your daze, as you see Baekhyun walking into the kitchen behind Jennie.

"Hey, Y/N." He smiles.

You awkwardly laugh in return. "Oh, um, hey." Yoh mumble, staring down at the laundry.

"I just have to change and then we can go." Jennie tells him, walking towards you before leaning in closely to whisper in your ear. "Try not drooling all over him, okay? Thanks." She says before heading to her bedroom.

"How are things?" He asks, with a smile.

"Things are good, how are you?" You ask, trying to remain nonchalant.

"Not bad." He chuckles. "What are you up to today?" He wonders.

"I have class right away." You say. "I should finish the laundry before I go though."

"Does she make you do her clothes too?" He wonders. You nod your head.

"Christ, she can be a lot sometimes." He whispers with a laugh, shaking his head as Jennie emerges from her room. You smile but it quickly fades when you see her embrace Baekhyun.

"I hope she didn't try to maul you, she can be ferocious." Jennie laughs, planting a kiss on his lips. You tried to look away but you wished you were her. You so desperately wished you weren't in love with him.

But you were.

Byun Baekhyun was everything you had ever wanted, since you were little. And here you were, living with the woman he loved in your first year of University and now things just got a hell of a lot more complicated.

"N-no, what?" You laugh, gathering the clothes from the floor. "Absolutely not, that's just.. just ridiculous. Come on Jennie. What? I wouldn't do that to him, why would you say something like that?" You mumble, trying to finish folding the laundry as fast as you can. You wanted to get out of this hellish situation you were currently in and to get far far away from Jennie and Baekhyun.

You've known Jennie for a while, since grade 11 in high-school and she was always.. interesting. If you were finally being truthful she wasn't a good friend. She was extremely selfish, manipulative, spoiled and just a full on rotten person to be around. You were well aware of why you still spent time with her, agreed to rent an apartment with her and was, as she said, "her bestie." You wanted to stay close to Baekhyun, and she was your best way to do that.

You had met Baekhyun first. One night, you and Jennie were at a bar and you spotted Baekhyun, and honestly you thought that he spotted you too. The two of you made flirty eye contact for a while before he finally came over to you.

"Hi." He smiles.

"Hey." You say back, butterflies swirling in your stomach as you look into his eyes.

"Your friend.. is she single?" He asks. You look behind you at Jennie who's smiling at Baekhyun and the rest is history. He should have been yours.

Byun Baekhyun knew who you were, well at least he knew of you. He tried to get to know you but you didn't offer up much information about yourself, you got nervous around him also, mostly you feared what Jennie would do. You were mostly just Jennie's friend who he met at the bar and who was around all the time. He was nice to you and for right now that was enough for you, until you decided you wanted to make a move, but you weren't ready and you didn't know if you would ever be ready for that. So awkward, late night interactions would have to do.

A few weeks ago you were standing in the kitchen, chugging some water. And in walks none other than Baekhyun. He grabs a glass, filling up his cup with water before downing it as fast as he can. You watched him suck it back and gasp for air as he sets the cup down.

"You must be dehydrated." You laugh, watching him fill the cup up again. He looks at you confused.

"The walls.. They're thin." You say.

"Oh, so are you all quiet moans in someone's ear then?" He asks with a straight face.

"Maybe I am. Do you like that?" You ask. Where the hell did this sudden braveness come from?

"I do, actually." He says, his eyes wandering up and down your body.

Before you can reply, Jennie yells from her room for him, wondering what's taking so long. He sets the cup down in the sink, and walks away without a word, and you just want to melt.

"Shit I'm gonna be late!" You whine, running around your apartment trying to find your purse that you need. You hated when you slept in, and you swore you set an alarm last night.

"Maybe I should call him, invite him over so you can tell him you love him?" Jennie laughs, sitting at the kitchen table, watching you run around. "You know he always comes running when I call him. I just love that about him, he's always so concerned about me and will do anything I ask." She smiles, pulling out her phone.

"Are you still on this? Its been a week. Get over it. I have to go to class." You sigh, walking out of the apartment, annoyed with her.

It's been a week of torture with her, she was so hung up on this small fact. Was all of this really worth it to be near the man you love? Your head was spinning as you walked towards your lecture, going back and forth debating whether or not you wanted to stay in the situation you were currently in, until you walked right into something hard, bringing you out of your daze and causing you to drop all your books. As you bent down to pick your stuff up, you smiled. Thinking about this exact scenario you had dreamt so many times, where it was Baekhyun you ran into, he grabbed your hand and confessed his love for you.

You look up, your eyes meet..and your smile fades. "Ugh, what the fuck, Jackson." You huff, grabbing your things as he starts laughing.

"You look hot when you're mad." Jackson grins, handing you a book as you stand up.

"Thanks." You grumble, moving past him to continue your walk.

"Let me walk you, you can continue daydreaming." He says, grabbing onto your arm.

"I wasn't daydreaming, I'm fine." You say, walking into the classroom, while he continues to follow you. You sit down at a table, begin to take your things out, as does Jackson, sitting right beside you. "What are you doing? Go away." You hiss.

"I'm in this class." He chuckles. "Yell at me more, baby, I like it."

For the next 3 hours, you suffer while listening to your extremely boring professor, you'd much rather deal with Jennie rather than listen to him babble on about psychology anymore. As you're packing up your book, Jackson asks if you wanna get a coffee. You need caffeine, Jennie's incessant hounding has been exhausting.

"Sure." You say, heading out the door with him.

"So then, he tells me that he just took 18 shots in a row before he puked all over my shoes." Jackson says, laughing.

"What's this?" You hear from beside you. Looking over you see Jennie standing there with a smug look on her face. "Jackson, Y/N." She smiles. "Hey." Jackson responds.

"Hi Jennie." You sigh.

"Are you not happy to see me?" She pouts. "Are you guys on a cute little date?" She wonders. "Aww, little Y/N, does this mean you're finally done obsessing about Baekhyun?" She asks. She looks over at Jackson. "She's so in love with him, it's ridiculous, he's in love with me. She's just a little desperate. You would do just fine for her Jackson!"

You look at Jackson and mouthed an apology to him.

"Why would you say that? You're being rude." You tell her.

"Cause it's funny. It's true, is it not? It's not rude if it's true."

"Doesn't matter if it's true or not, it's not really your business, is it?" Jackson asks.

"Well, regardless, we're going to the bar tonight, come Y/N." She says.

"I'm okay" You tell her. You didn't want to go.

"Now, Y/N. Unless you want me all alone with Baekhyun, and we run out of conversation and then I only have one topic to bring up." She says, crossing her arms, Jackson glaring at her.

You stand up quickly. "Thanks for the coffee." You tell Jackson.

"I'm actually meeting some people there too, so I'll come with you guys." Jackson says, getting up, walking away with you and Jennie, heading to the bar.

The three of you join the table of people that were already there, Jackson as well, while he waited for his group to show up. You order two drinks at once, you had the feeling you were going to need it.

"How was your day, beautiful?" Baekhyun asks Jennie.

"Oh it was great." She smiles, watching you as you down your third drink. "I actually found out some very interesting news last week." She says. "And i've been just waiting and dying for the right time to share, and it seems like this is!" You look at her and her eyes are already on you, staring at you with an evil, sinister smile plastered on her face.

"Oh yeah?" Baekhyun asks. "What's that?"

"Our very own, little Y/N, is in love with you." She laughs, wrapping her arm around Baekhyun's shoulders, pulling him in closer to him. "Like madly in love with you, to the point where it's a little creepy and obsessive." She giggles

You stare at her, your mouth hanging open. Your cheeks are burning with embarrassment. You can't believe she just said that, she openly admitted a secret that should have stayed secret.

"I'm not." You say, your voice shaky as your eyes dart between the people at the table, trying to avoid Baekhyun's gaze.

"What the fuck, Jennie." Jackson pipes up. "What is actually wrong with you? Earlier today you were making rude comments and now this? What kind of shitty ass person does that to someone they claim to care about?" He asks. The smile from Jennie's face drops. "Are you okay?" Jackson asks you.

You knew he was trying to be nice and stand up for you, but in this moment you felt humiliated and you wanted to just snap and leave.

"You're not my fucking boyfriend, Jackson. Stop trying to protect me, I'm not a fucking damsel in distress." You yell, trying to hold back your tears. You scoot the chair back, grabbing your wallet before taking off, ignoring the yells from the people at the table.

You sat on your couch, tears staining your face and pillows as you cried it out. How could Jennie just out you like that, especially in front of Baekhyun. You knew she was mean but you didn't know she was that mean. You set your pillow down at the sound of faint knocking on the front door. You reluctantly open the door, and see Jackson standing there.

"Are you okay?" He asks quietly.

"Not really." You sniffle. "I'm sorry for freaking out on you." You say, trying to hold your tears in, but you're failing miserably.

"Oh shut up, you didn't hurt my feelings." He says, pushing his way into the apartment. He wraps his arm around you and brings you to the couch, plopping down with you. You and Jackson sit there for a while, your head resting on his chest as you watch a few different movies. You couldn't help but crack up at his commentary, it felt nice to have him be there and to laugh.

A few hours later, Jackson left and you stood in the kitchen searching for something to eat, when in walks Jennie, and Baekhyun. You tried to run before they saw you but being mid munching on chips, it was kind of hard.

"Oh Y/N, you're here. Good, I have something to tell you." She smiles. "Baekhyun asked me to be his girlfriend! It was practically a proposal." She laughs. You remain straight faced, nodding your head. You didn't care about what she did anymore, you did however have concerns for Baekhyun and who he's chosen to date at the moment.

"Cool." You say, turning back to your snack and ignoring her. Jennie stomps away, annoyed at your lack of mental breakdown at the news. You didn't care about her and what she did anymore, you were tired of Jennie and you were done.

"Look." Baekhyun starts, in a whisper. "I'm sorry about earlier. She shouldn't have done that. It was really rude of her." He tells you.

"Yet you still choose to be with her? I just don't get it." You say, shrugging your shoulders.

"She's different when she's with me. She's sweet.. when she wants to be, she can be nice.." He tries to explain.

"Yeah I'm not buying it." You say. "Have a good night." You finish before walking away. You were thankful it was the weekend, but severely hoped that you wouldn't be around Jennie and Baekhyun all weekend.

Early Saturday morning you heard the front door slam. You walked out of your room, looking around before your eyes landed on a note on the table.

'Staying at Baek's' - Jennie

Thank fucking god. You breathed a very big sigh of relief, and sat down on the couch to watch your favorite variety shows. Hours later, zoned out on your shows, there's a knock at your front door. You get up to answer it and when you open the door, you see Jackson standing there with a big smile on his face, and food from your favorite BBQ place and beers.

"What are you doing here?" You ask, smiling.

"Thought you could use some more cheering up. Plus you didn't answer my 50 texts so I figured I'd better check on you." He says, making his way inside and to the living room, setting the food down on the table.

"Oh my god, you're watching Weekly Idol? I fucking love this show." He exclaims, sitting down on the couch. You join him, both cracking open a beer before starting on the food.

Hours later, Jackson's hair is in the smallest top of the head ponytail as he dances along to the kpop group dancing on the show. You were quite amazed at how well, and fast he picked up some of these dances. The two of you were laughing hysterically, to the point where you were almost crying.

He comes back down, sits on the couch with you as you both try to catch your breath from laughing so hard. You look over at him, looking ridiculous as he looks at you, his expression now serious as he stares at you. His face inches closer and closer to you until his face is hovering right in front of yours.

"May I..kiss you?" He whispers.

You slightly nod your head, a little too mesmerized by his eyes to speak. He softly presses his lips to yours. Seconds later, Jennie storms into the apartment, slamming the front door. She doesn't see Jackson, she doesn't even look towards the living room, instead slams the door to her room.

Your phone dings, you look down and see a text from Baekhyun.

[Baekhyun 9:47pm] Hey, can we talk?

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 1 year

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Connection: Janus

Prompt: ok listen, i know you just posted like maybe an hour before i am humbly submitting this request but- jesus christ i love these boys an unhealthy amount. i finished reading (and subsequently rereading) Connection literally just now, and my brain CRAVES for this college au. ik the part you posted is roman centric but if you could consider janus centric? love ur janus centric fics to death. idk how it would fit with the universe you started but i digress. thank you so much for being you, your writings are one of the things that has motivated me to write my own fanfiction! i appreciate u <33 - vinbee631

Read on Ao3 Part 1

Warnings: none!

Pairings: roceit

Word Count: 2331

Janus took a deep breath and looked at himself one more time in the mirror. He brushed down his coat and adjusted his hat, making sure everything was in place.

This was it. He’d finally gotten the courage to ask out the cute boy he always sees in the library and he is not going to fuck it up.

His phone beeps—time to go—and he swipes it up and stuffs it in his pocket, opening the door and walking down to campus proper. They’d arranged to meet in front of the library at 6:30 and yes, he was going to be there a few minutes early just in case. Roman had texted about ten minutes ago saying he was on his way, so with any luck, they might get there at the same time.

He has a brief thought that he might be getting stood up when he gets there right at 6:30 and no one is there, but he dismisses it and settles in to wait against the right column near the stairs. He rests his cane against the stone next to him and looks out over the grass.

“Whoa.”

He turns, smiling when he sees Roman approaching. He’s wearing a white button-down and black slacks, his red letterman jacket over his shoulders. Janus smiles and walks to meet him, holding out his hand.

“You look splendid,” he says, pulling him closer.

Roman blushes—adorable, he is—and shakes his head. “You’re the one who really dressed up. I feel underdressed now.”

“I can assure you that you don’t look it.” He offers his arm and Roman takes it. “I thought we’d walk, the place isn’t far, do you mind?”

“No, no, not at all. Where are we going?”

“Do you know the new place that’s just opened up near the cornerstone?”

“Oh, is that the one with the signs out everywhere?”

“The very same. Is that alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve been wanting to go!’

“Perfect.”

Roman smiles and oh, he has dimples, does he? Janus pulls him a bit closer and they start walking down the path. “Tell me, how has your day been?”

“Well, I did have a test today.” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I studied really hard for it and I knew what most of it was, but there were a few key things I just didn’t remember at all.”

“Such is the way with most tests, I’ve found. I’m sure you did well.”

“I hope so. Can’t really afford to fail any classes.” Something twists Roman’s face. “Even one test.”

Janus frowns. “Is something the matter?”

It seems to shake Roman out of whatever mood he’d stumbled into. “What? No, no, sorry, got a bit distracted there. I, um—that’s not really something I wanna talk about right now.”

“Of course, I understand.”

“What about you, how was your day?”

“Well, I must say I also got a bit distracted.”

“Oh, yeah? By what?”

Janus grins. “I knew tonight I’d be taking you out for dinner, of course.”

He chuckles when Roman blushes again, reaching up to touch his chin.

“Still stunnable, then?”

“You’re not being fair,” Roman says weakly, “what am I supposed to do when you say stuff like that?”

“Like what?”

“No, no, I know a bad deal when I see one, no, thank you.”

“Stunnable and smart, then.”

“Oh my god,” he mumbles, turning away to try and hide his blushing face and failing miserably.

He laughs again, lightly squeezing Roman’s arm. “I’ll behave, don’t worry.”

“You better.”

Or what, Janus wants to say, but no, no, he’s not trying to fluster the poor thing too bad before they’ve even sat down. So instead he turns the conversation back to what else Roman’s studying, what classes he’s taking, much more civil conversation. He learns that Roman is pursuing a degree in English, hoping that it will give him a lot of options for networking with people. Apparently he’s gotten a job in admissions and might be able to secure a longer-term position after graduation.

“Ambitious, are we? Or do you just like it here that much?”

“It’s good pay,” Roman says as they turn the corner, “and it’s not as if it’s super strenuous work. I’d still be able to have enough time for another job if I could get the hours scheduled right and I’d still be able to get home in time.”

“In time for what?”

“My younger brother gets home from his high school and we eat dinner together a lot. I don’t wanna miss that unless I absolutely have to.”

Janus can’t stop himself from smiling again. How sweet, could this man get any more adorable? “I’m sure he’s very grateful for that.”

“Yeah.” Roman toys with the end of his sleeve. “I…I look forward to it.”

“Will he be terribly put out that I’m stealing you away tonight?”

“Nah, he’s going over to a friend’s house tonight. I’m sure he’ll come back home stuffed with pizza and French fries or something.”

“Ah. A dinner for champions.”

Roman snorts. “Or high schoolers that don’t have any other options but to gorge themselves on grease.”

“As I said.”

Roman laughs and Janus decides right there and then that he’s going to try and make Roman laugh every chance he gets.

“Oh, is this it?”

They look up at the wooden sign outside the door, soft music coming from inside. “Yes, it seems so. After you.”

The hostess seats them near the window, placing two menus down as Janus takes off his coat and leans his cane against the window. Roman takes off his jacket too and Janus tries not to stare. He’d had a sneaking suspicion that the letterman jacket wasn’t just for show, that Roman was in fact some sort of athlete, but seeing him without it…

No. Behave.

“Janus?”

“My apologies,” he says, “you’re distracting.”

Ah, there’s the blush again. Roman shuffles a little in his seat before turning his attention pointedly to the menu. “What looks good?”

“I’m partial to a good sandwich, but don’t let me influence you.”

Roman spends a lot of time poring over sections of the menu, squinting and murmuring under his breath, until Janus catches him counting on his fingers under the table. He reaches out and taps the edge of Roman’s menu.

“I’m paying tonight,” he says firmly, “order what you like.”

“But—“

“I asked you out,” he says, smiling slightly, “please, sweetie, let me pay?”

“…only if you’re sure.”

“I am. Don’t you worry.” He pats Roman’s hand. “Now, what are you considering?”

“The burger looks really good. And it comes with a lot of fries, I saw it go around a moment ago.”

“Then get that.”

“But with the Rueben, I could get more food for less and I still get fries.” Roman chews on his lip. “Yeah, I think I’m gonna get that.”

“Perfect.” Janus sets aside his menu. “I want to try their chopped salad. I’ve heard it’s good.”

“Oh?”

“A friend of mine came here the other week, said it was worth giving a shot.”

“Do you trust this friend?”

Janus gives him a look. “That’s a pointed question.”

“I didn’t mean anything by it, I just—“

“Easy, sweetie, it’s okay. I was teasing.”

“Oh.” Janus waves his hand—forgiving him instantly. “I only asked because one time one of Remus’s friends told us to try this restaurant and it did not go well.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

And so he listens, rapt as Roman spins this story about a pizza place that was supposedly great pizza for cheap only for the pizzas to come out misshapen and disfigured, looking like someone had taken leftover pieces from other pizzas and put them all together and put it back in the oven.

“That’s…disgusting.”

“I mean we still ate it—“

“You did what? Sweetie…”

“Oh, it was fine, it tasted like pizza and it had been recooked, it just looked all messed up.” Roman shook his head. “Plus, it wasn’t like we could afford to just leave.”

Janus frowns, opening his mouth to ask when the waitress came up to take their order. By the time they’d asked and she’d taken the menus and left, Roman was already leaning on the table again.

“So what do you study?”

“Philosophy.”

“…would be rude if I said I called it?”

“No, but I would be curious as to how.”

“It suits your vibe. All mysterious and stuff.”

“Mysterious, hm?” Janus raises an eyebrow. “How so?”

“Well, you talk like you’re straight out of some regency drama—“

Janus snorts.

“—and you make it seem like you’re always thinking about everything at once.” Roman leans back, resting against the chair. “I dunno, I always assumed philosophy majors were kinda like that. You seem like you’re really smart.”

“Why, thank you.”

“I could never be a philosophy student, so I admire people who are.”

“Why not?”

Roman sighs. “Too much of my experience with philosophy is really…well, it’s like ‘this is actually what’s going on’ and ‘nothing you know is something you actually know’ and I’m like…great, but I still gotta do laundry so who cares?”

Janus can’t help it, he laughs. The way Roman says it is just so bemusedly defeated and he can just imagine all of his professors dog piling each other to ‘um, actually’ the hell out of it. “No, I don’t imagine you’d enjoy philosophy.”

“It’s not like I don’t like hearing how people think or anything, I just—look, I got stuff to do and I don’t really have the time to have someone to tell me why.”

“No, no, I understand. I do think it would be interesting to discuss with you in the future, if you’d be interested, but I won’t bore you when you have laundry to do.”

He winks and Roman laughs. “Much appreciated.”

They talk a little more about idle things until the food comes, politely thanking the waitress as they each start eating. The chopped salad is delicious, Janus will have to pass on his thanks to his friend, and judging by the way Roman is devouring his food, he seems to like it too.

“Good?”

Roman fumbles with his mouthful before wiping his face on his napkin and grinning. “Really good.”

“I’m glad.” He tilts his head. “You’ve still got—“

“Where?”

“Right there, yes.”

“Thanks.”

“Of course.” He frowns as Roman eyes the other half of his sandwich and sits back. “Not hungry anymore?”

“Huh? Oh, no, I’m just…taking a break.”

“I see.” Still, he can’t help but notice that Roman keeps glancing out of the window. “Is there something wrong?”

“Huh? Oh, no, I’m sorry, I’m being rude.”

“Still getting used to not having a curfew?” Janus chuckles as he takes a sip of water. “I know I am.”

When Roman doesn’t laugh, he looks over to see him staring down at his hands.

“Sweetie?”

“Sorry, I…um, I think I should tell you.” Roman chews on his lip before leaning closer. “I don’t—I’ve never had a curfew.”

“…okay?”

“Remus and I don’t—our parents aren’t—“ Roman swallows— “they’re not in the picture.”

Janus slowly puts his fork down.

“We just have each other,” Roman continues, “it’s just us. That’s why—that’s why it’s really important that I keep my grades up. The scholarship—I need to keep up certain grades or else I get kicked out.”

And the jobs…and his worry over dinner…and his worry over Remus…yes, that makes sense. Oh, Roman…

“Sorry, that, um, probably wasn’t what you wanted to hear over dinner.” He laughs, but now it’s all nervous and scared and it sounds awful. “Um, I understand if you’d rather I just go—I can’t pay for this right now but I promise I can pay you back, I just might need a few weeks, and I—“

“Roman,” he interrupts before this can get any more upsetting than the thought of Roman thinking he doesn’t want him still, reaching out to cover his hand, “I don’t want you to go.”

“You…don’t?”

Janus shakes his head. “It’s…incredibly brave of you to tell me that, and I’m very honored you decided to share it with me. I think you’re incredibly strong and smart and all of the things I said before. What you have told me doesn’t make me think any less of you.”

Roman looks at him, then at their hands on the table, and he swallows. “…thank you.”

“You are letting me treat you to dinner every so often, though.”

“I don’t need charity—“

“It’s not charity. It’s me wanting to spend time with you because I want to.” Janus squeezes his hand. “Is that acceptable?”

Roman nods. “Thank you, Janus. Really.”

“Think nothing of it.” He smiles. “I get to spend more time with you, that’s reward enough.”

Roman smiles back. Wonderful.

“So other than Remus,” Janus says, picking up his fork again, “is there anyone else I should know about?”

“Well…”

“Well?”

“You’re not the only one who’s asked me out to dinner.”

“That’s alright. I’ve never minded a bit of friendly competition.” Janus winks. “You’re worth fighting for.”

And so is that blush that Roman fails to his behind the glass of water.

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fandomloversworld · 7 days

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BBS incorrect quotes. part 2.

Brock: I put the pun in punishment

Tyler: I put the top in unstoppable.

Vanoss: I put the cue in execute.

Delirious: I put the sexy in dyslexia.

Brian: I put the ass in class.

Nogla: I put the d in brock.

*In minecraft*

Brock: Oh Snickerdoodle! (Nogla's chat) we have a visitor!

Snickerdoodle: Don't tell me it's Brian.

Brock: it's Brian.

Brian: LOWERCASE LETTERS ARE FOR THE LOWER CLASS!

Brock: And here we have a capitalist.

Cody: Did you just-

Lanai: Let us all take a moment to appreciate that all of human history, human language, and the universe itself aligned to make this joke possible.

Tyler: I called you ten times! Why didn't you pick up?

Marcel: *remembers dancing to the ringtone*

Marcel: I didn't hear it.

Brian: Legend says that when you can't sleep, it means your awake in someone else's dreams.

Brian: When I find out who you are, I'm going to punch you in the face.

Panda: There are no friends when playing board games. I am here to win.

Delirious: Remember, if you die in the simulation-

Marcel: Yeah, yeah, I know, if you die in the simulation you die in real life.

Delirious: What? No! You need to reset the simulation with the terminal! what is WRONG with you?!

Nogla: Being gay isn't a choice. It's a game and I'm winning.

Marcel: What's the one thing I told you not to do?

Tyler: Burn the house down.

Marcel: And what did you do?

Tyler: I made dinner.

Marcel:

Tyler:

Marcel:

Tyler: And burnt the house down.

Vanoss: I committed all 7 deadly sins in 30 minutes.

Brian: Wow I gotta hear this.

Vanoss: I was angry and envious of my neighbor so I lazily seduced

his wife and ate all his groceries and didn't share.

Brian: You forgot pride.

Vanoss: No, I'm prety proud of this.

Cartoonz: Do I consider myself attractive? Yes. But would I have sex with my clone? Also yes.

Squirrel: Heh, panda sneezes like a girl.

Panda: How about I pound you like a boy?

Panda: That didn't come out right.

Delirious: if we were in prison, you guy would be like my bitches.

Squirrel: It doesn't havea boe.

Cartoonz: Then why is it called a boner?

Vanoss: If you bite it and you die, It's poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it's venomous.

Nogla; What if it bites me and it dies?

Vanoss: Then your poisonous. Jesus Christ, Nogla, learn to listen.

Cartoonz: What if it bites itself and i die?

Vanoss: That's voodoo.

Gorillaphent: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Vanoss: That's correlation, not causation.

Delirious: What if we bite each other and neither of us die?

Vanoss: That's kinky!

Cody: Oh my god.

Part 1 on account!

(I'm sorry this took so long)

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samstclair · 10 months

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Pedro Pascal’s Thespian

Anonymous Request - "Hiya Sammy!

I was wondering if you could do something short but not TOO short, a girl still wants her cozy bedtime read! Anyway, I know it's not that exactly ethical, but I think a great story idea would be Pedro Pascal being your theater teacher (university, no high school p!do stuff here <3) and you're his student, or maybe a co-worker? I don't know, but I know you know! Maybe he wants to see you after class, some storyline like that? Thanks a million billion!

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"Oh my god, you're the guy. The guy from those posters! Those like, "Have You Seen This Man In Your Dreams" posters! I knew it! You looked familiar! Like a frog!"

The man with the thick ass unibrow furrowed that unibrow in confusion. He rose his hands up, backing up, "No, I'm not. You're just mistaken, I'm not him. I'm just a friendly Samaritan, that's all."

You continued to walk towards him, gun now raised. "You lied to me, after all this time. You're him."

"No, please!"

"I won't hesitate, bitch!"

Pow. Pow. Pow. POW......beep beep beep BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEEBEEEEEEPPPPEPEPEPEPBBBEEEEP

Your eyes fluttered open, cringing at the sound of all too familiar alarm. You rose your arm and continued to slam your hand on the nightstand until you were able to land it on the alarm, effectively hitting snooze and effectively breaking it in half.

You rubbed your face, pulling the blankets over you to avoid the sunlight that came through your apartment window. There was the sound of traffic and commotion and all that other New Yorkan bullshit.

"What a weird dream," you thought to yourself. "I shouldn't watch so many conspiracy videos before bed."

Then forgetting that dream all in an instant because that's how dreams work, you rose and cracked every single bone in your body. Your favorite one to crack was that tailbone.

beep beep beep BEEP BEEPE BEPEPEPPEPE

"JESUS CHRIST BITCH! A GIRL IS FUCKING UP ALREADY MY GOD!" you yelled, ready to karate chop that already destroyed alarm once more, until you realized it wasn't your alarm. In fact, that all too familiar beeping just moments before also wasn't your alarm. It was your phone.

You picked it up, "Hello?"

"Y/N! Where are you?! Class is starting in like, fifteen minutes, get your booty down here or you'll be fucking expelled! Thespians are supposed to be punctual beings don't you get it?!"

Timmy Tim hung up right after, not giving you a chance to talk. And you weren't sure you could have had the opportunity arose. You checked the time - it was ten A.M. You were supposed to be up an hour ago.

"Oh fuck fuck FUCK!" you whined, grabbing the first pair of pants near you. Your PJ t-shirt would just have to do! "Oh my God, why am I always late?! First that carpet interview, and now this?"

Before you knew it, you were on the streets of Brooklyn hauling ass to your university building. You felt as if you were in a movie, breezing past all sorts of people, from those in suits cosplaying as characters in Succession and Wall Street brokers, to those TikTok fashion students, to Billy Eichner from Billy on the Street!

Running was what you did best, perhaps the ONLY thing you did best. You ran and ran, stomped and stomped, doing summersaults and other parkour shenanigans as to avoid crashing into anyone. Simone Biles WATCH OUT!

You jumped over a rat, a pizza slice, a rat eating a pizza slice, pigeons, cracks on the cement to avoid cracking yo mama's back. The constant horn honking and New York accents fueled you, you were your own person in this big apple, just like everyone else...

But wait - a girl needed her coffee. Like those Forever 21 t-shirts, a girl cannot function let alone LIVE without her coffee. You wouldn't mind being late for stopping at a Starbucks line. Those girls that would come in late to class with their loud fucking car keys in hand, a grande frap in the other, well, they had a point, to say the very least, after all.

And you did just that. You saw the green Starbucks lady just up ahead! You ran and ran!

Once you got your venti brown sugar shaken espresso with an added five shots of espresso after waiting in line for twenty minutes, you were back to your task.

"Hey mama you wanna hit this?!"

You turned at the harsh, deep and guttural voice. It was the same man who would cosplay as a Breaking Bad character you had always passed by, now holding up a crack pipe to you. He was dead serious.

You then held up your venti brown sugar shaken espresso with an added five shots up to him, as if you were cheering together.

"No thanks," your bimbo ass yelled back as you kept speed walking away, "I have my own crack here <3!" Forever 21 would've loved you for that. Instead of those proverbs they print at the bottom of their plastic bags, they should instead plaster your face as a replacement!

His eyes widened. He seemed extremely taken aback, soon following your response with a horrible coughing-laughing combo. It was very reminiscent to that meme of Idris Elba on Hot Ones.

The all too familiar university building was just up ahead. It looked like every other building in this city but you KNEW it wasn't just an ordinary building - it was the Waystar School for the Theatrical Arts - a prestigious and extremely overly expensive school for, well, the theatrical arts. You never saw yourself as a theater major, and to be quite frank, you hated Hamilton because it reminded you of those weird kids in the school hallways, but it wasn't until you were chased out of Colombia with hundreds of thousands of dollars that you thought - well I might as well do SOMETHING with this money...but that's neither HERE nor THERE and we WON'T be delving into as to why that happened!

Timmy Tim was standing outside the steps, his scrawny and tall ass looking down at his phone and back up to the street, a worried look plastered all over his Victorian doll looking ass face.

"Oh my God, Timmy! I'm here," you waved your arms so hard you felt them go numb, "over here!"

He whipped his head to see you, his frown was turned upside down.

"Y/N!"

You stopped in front of him, ready to catch all that breath that left you as you ran. Your sides ached, you felt like an old man going up like three steps.

"Y/N, what happened? What took you so long?" he asked. "And wait, what are you wearing?"

You looked down to your pants...

bruh.

"Um, I didn't have time to pick my outfit, these were the first things available!"

"Cookie monster? Really?"

"Listen Timmy," you snapped, "I didn't have time! Would you rather have me show up in underwear?!"

"I thought you didn't wear underwear. You love to call yourself a "freeballin' commando girl", right?"

You took a minute and thought to yourself. You felt that New York wind mixed with gasoline and steam from hot dog water ride up your bare ass - it was cold. He was right, there's nothing under these pajamas.

"Well, at least my shirt's....okay?" you looked down and stretched it out to get a better look. There was a mixture of stains and wrinkles plastered all over. Some of the stains you recognized, but some you didn't. There was mustard, ketchup and mayo mixed together, boogers, nail polish and makeup smears, Bang energy drink, oil from sour cream and onion Lays chips that you wiped on it with your fingers, watermelon juice, and more. The shirt itself was a light pink and once read "Holy Crêpe!". It was part of a set you bought when you were back in Paris, but we don't talk about Paris here, just like Colombia. But whatever because now it's faded away, gone from existence. You forgot, this was your depression shirt that you hadn't changed out of the entire fucking week.

"Your shirt looks like Jackson Pollock painted it but he was also blind," he said, embarrassed.

"That's definitely ableist, Timmy Tim," you said. "We gotta go, we're definitely late now!"

You both ran inside, crashing into the glass doors as you kept forgetting they were "pull" instead of "push". But actually, they were neither. You didn't see the big ass sign on the window of the door saying "TO OPEN PRESS BUTTON", as you were too caught up with wiping the remnants of stains that transferred onto the glass as best you could, but to no avail. But you still tried.

"Timmy, hit the button!"

"What button?"

"The big metal one! The one with the Stephen Hawking chair!"

Timmy Tim looked at the handicapped button at the side of the wall, then back to you, in awe. "Bitch, you mean a wheelchair?"

He pressed it, letting the doors open by themselves as you were still trying to clean them.

Timmy gave you a dirty look as they opened slowly. "You know, you shouldn't take part in abusing the system. Neither should the school. It's fucked up, honestly."

"And you should know better than to go to dinner with Kanye West in today's day-in-age, but you don't hear me talking shit! I've seen that photo!" you continued to watch the door open insanely and inconceivably slow.

"Um, actually, Kid Cudi was there also. And Pete Davidson! It wasn't just Kanye!" he shot back.

When the door finally fucking opened, the two of you squeezing through. You gave the janitor a wimpish Jennifer Coolidge-esque smile before running up the stairs, feeling guilty for those stains.

"I fucking hate stairs," you said, legs going up and down, up and down, "why couldn't we use the elevator?"

"Because you broke it, remember?" he snapped as he ran up in front of you. His attitude definitely soured after that Kanye comment.

You suddenly recollected that catastrophe. Not your fault you underestimated the power of the gust from your sneeze. You hated allergies.

"Plus, stairs are better - since your fat ass won't do the stair master at the gym!"

"Watch it Timmy, the stair master is actually harder than it advertises to be!" You guys had hit the third floor, only two more to go. "You know, you talk a lot of shit. I can airdrop your stupid Statistics rap to everyone here, INCLUDING the Dean. Keep up the smack talking!"

You two had finally hit your floor, your class was now just down the hallway. Timmy Tim Tim stopped in front of you, almost causing you to topple back down the stairs. He was very serious. He leaned in to whisper.

"You know how sensitive that video is to me," he warned, before turning and going towards the class. You followed closely behind, feeling silenced.

You both entered the classroom, careful not to bring any attention on yourselves. But let's be honest you were both late as fuck and you also looked a little shaken up, as if you were two weeks into another one of your pink Benadryl benders. Which arguably, you were.

All your classmates looked at you two and as you took your seats. You noticed that your professor was absent, clear from sight.

"Um, where's our professor?" you leaned in and asked Timmy Tim Tim Tim.

He rolled his eyes and let out quite the scoff, "Y/N, sometimes I wonder how you even know how to walk straight or chew food. Didn't you read the email he sent us like, two days ago?"

You thought back, scratching and searching in your mind for this "email". However, you weren't really sure, as you had forgotten your school email's password and every time you tried to log in, you were locked out and eventually the website blocked you completely. But you wouldn't dare tell this to anyone, this stayed between you and yourself and God.

"Um, yeah I did," you replied, defensive, "I, uh, I just wanted to see if you got the email. You know, testing you." you smiled, biting your tongue like a white mom, your favorite emote. He didn't seem amused.

"I'm kinda nervous, to be honest. He's like," he leaned in, closer, you smelled his wet breath but kind of didn't mind?, "like, a real actor."

It was hard for you to pretend you knew who and what the fuck he was talking about.

"So what? I've never even heard of him, to be honest," you said, fishing for Timmy Tim to reveal the name of your professor's replacement, "like, what's he been in?"

Timmy Tim backed up and gave you a long, blank face. "Are you serious?"

"Serious as cancer," you smiled.

"Pedro Pascal? Like, Pedro Pascal. Narcos, Game of Thrones, Mandolorian, that one Sia music video," he listed, "we literally binged-watched Last of Us, like, three times at your apartment because you said you wanted to take in every aspect of his face you might've missed."

The news caused you to drop possibly the loudest, hardest fart, but luckily someone dropped their textbook at the same time so the noise drowned out. What a good idea.

The door whipped open, slamming against the wall and causing a giant hole. The classroom fell deathly silent...

And then in he came...

There he was...

He was tall, big. He had blocky, black, and dog-chewed 3D glasses that looked like had its lenses popped out deliberately. He wore a grey cardigan that hung down below his butt. He gripped a Starbucks iced quad espresso in a venti cup with extra ice and six shots in his hand, as if it might fall like Jonah Hill's did. He had a patchy beard but a strong mustache. He gripped in his other hand a dark brown leather briefcase. And lastly, he carried the demeanor of an intimidating yet refreshing and real, Hollywood actor.

"Oh shit, will I get charged for that?" he asked the security guard that escorted him in, pointing at the newly formed glory hole.

"Take it up with Logan," the security guard shrugged and left, closing the door behind him.

He turned to the class and smiled. "Well, hello everyone! Sorry I'm late, I got lost. Couldn't read the signs. These glasses here," he pointed to them, "yeah, they don't work."

He set his briefcase on the desk.

"I can't do this", you panicked. "Mama can't handle this right now."

You really couldn't. You really did wish you saved your password to your notes app, because there would've been a lot of preparation needed for this that frankly you did not fucking have. How were you supposed to react to this little Trojan horse the school just dropped on your ass?

"Well, anyway guys! Thank you so much for joining me! Now, I first have to get this out of the way, but I've never taught a class before so bear with me!" he started, smiling. You were petrified. Frozen. You felt like the son from Hereditary when he got possessed in class. "So if you got the email, you know that your professor's out of town and I was somehow available to teach a university class for a couple of days! So here I am!"

"He's so cool," Timmy Tim whispered in your ear. You couldn't snap out of whatever trance you were in. Honestly it wasn't even a trance you were just stumped.

"So what do we call you, professor?" a student asked.

"Uh," he thought, "Pedro's fine, I guess. Or Mr. Pascal."

"Pedro Mr. Pascal, where'd you get that cardigan? It's so chic, no?" another said.

"Oh this ol' thing," he said, feeling himself, "Target!"

And then you saw it.

He did it.

He did the white mom tongue.

Maybe you two were more connected than you thought? Maybe you were prepared? Like, anyone who does that unscripted and unsolicited is automatically an ally, right?

"Well, anyway. I know this is an acting class but I wanna see how skilled you are in the writing department. After all, a show or movie is only as good as the writing! All those Writer's Guild protests aren't for nothing! So go ahead, whip something up! It can be about anything, as long as it is formatted like a script! None of that narrative writing bullshit because my attention span is not all that great!"

As everyone whipped out their laptops and began writing, you were still in your stump. Timmy Tim had to check in if you were okay.

"Uh, Y/N? The fuck is wrong with you?" he asked, somewhat disgustingly. "It looks like you're astral projecting."

You snapped back and looked to him. "Oh my God, Timmy Tim Tim. I didn't think HE'D be our professor!" you hushed.

"But you said you read the email -"

"- um, yeah, obviously I did," you interrupted, trying to save the lie your fat butt told, "I just thought, you know, he's a celebrity and he wouldn't actually have time for this bullshit. He's like, a big deal."

Tim Timmy looked over to the new professor. "I mean, look at him. He definitely has the time."

You looked over to Mr. Pedro Pascal. He was talking to a group of kiss-ass teacher's pet students.

"So are you guys #teamBarbie or #teamOppenheimer?" he asked, leaning against his desk in a true, professor-who-thinks-he's-Robin-Williams-in-Dead-Poets-Society, "I'm not your ordinary teacher, I change my student's lives!", professor fashion.

"Well, one nearly eviscerated an entire population and the other's just a girl who loves pink? I think it's an easy, obvious answer, professor," one student replied.

"No, no," Mr. Pedro Pascal laughed, "I meant which are you going to watch first when they come out."

"Oh! Well, in that case, I'm #teamBoffem!"

Timmy Tim (to the third power) looked back to you. "We should really start our work. We can't let these smelly theater kids beat us. I won't let them beat me."

And with that, Tim Tim grabbed his laptop, smacked it on his desk, hunched his back forward, cracked his fingers and started to type away, all whilst resembling a cartoon character. He was so serious.

"Shit, I forgot. This is school", you thought. "I actually gotta like, work."

You then went into your bag for your laptop, opened up a blank Word doc, and stared at that screen for about five minutes before you snapped back into reality. You looked up to the new professor, who was now writing on the board his name. You thought it was kinda weird, cause like, who the fuck would not know his name?

"What the fuck am I going to do?" you thought, feeling that breakdown coming in HOT, "what's a girl to write about?"

But anyway, he was so fine. You could definitely scope out his dad body under it, causing you to get overwhelmed with anxiety and not gonna lie a little hot down there. But, now was not the time for another shit, despite how much your body's immediate reaction was to do so. Not you're fault you have IBS. Imagine what he would think of you if you asked to go to the bathroom? Ew, gross. You'd much rather wake up to find a lizard stuck to your nipple pasty from the night before on your dresser again, that you had to set free and say sorry to than ever give him the HINT that you, a girl, pooped.

You looked back down to your screen. Because of your inactivity, the screen went black and you were left seeing your reflection.

And then it hit you.

Fuck him thinking how you poop....

GIRL LOOK AT YOURSELF! YOU STILL GOT THAT BENDER SHIRT ON! PEDRO SAW YOU IN YOUR CRUSTY STATE OH FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You began to fully panic, feeling your breath go short and the hysteria creeping in. It drove you crazy as you looked around you, freaking the fuck out that you were sticking out in the crowd of students, not only physically but emotionally. You did NOT want to be that one kid that cries in class. Or have a freakout. Like time and place. What ever happened to you doing it at her birthday dinner?

You felt yourself begin to black out. Why today? Why why why oh my god this is not good. Girl. This is not fun or fresh.

You tried to at least fix your hair. It was picked up in a hair clip, with two strands in the front hanging out. You ran your fingers over them to make them look at least presentable, but the more you ran your fingers the greasier they got. Now you just had two, greasy ass strands of hair hanging out in the front of you. Great.

BUT WAIT!

"Timmy, I need you to do me like, the biggest favor a girly can ask for."

He looked over to you, annoyed that you interrupted what he thought was going to be his magnum opus. You glanced at the screen - the man had already written eight pages worth of material. There was no way, you definitely got the vibe he plagiarized but whatever now's not the time.

"What? Don't you see I'm busy?"

"I need you to cough, like, really fucking loud, on some tuberculosis shit." You reached down into your bag and shuffled through, finding your Vanilla scented dry shampoo. You smiled, relieved.

Mama's gonna put this to work...

"What? Why?"

"Just fucking do it okay? Jesus Christ, you're literally an actor it's your job to fake shit," you held it up, as inconspicuously as you could, but let's be real the bottle is huge cause you just HAD to get the biggest one from Ross for eight dollars. "On the count of three. One, two, three -"

You had your fingers on those strands, and the moment you said 'three' you went apeshit. They were covered in a thin layer of white, the smell stunting you a bit in its power and it's cloud surrounding you like you hit an obnoxiously large vape.

At the same time, Timmy let out the loudest, thickest, most bronchitis-esque, cough he could. It definitely worked, since everyone in the class gave him heavy side eyes instead of you, who by that time had already dropped the can back into your bag and was already going to work by rubbing the white shit deep into those strands.

The cough must've been extremely powerful, as Timmy Tim Timmy's eyes welled up. He turned to you.

"Is that it?" he asked, his voice resembling the Breaking Bad man from earlier.

You smiled, biting your tongue. "That's it, girl. See? I told you, you're such an actor. It sounded very believable."

"Really?" he lit up a bit, albeit still looking sickly.

"Yeah, like, if you were in France during the bubonic plague era and you coughed like that, your ass would've definitely been, like, grass," you told him. "Trust me, I know a lot about that time in history." You felt so much better, not only had your anxiety seemingly slipped away but you loved hyping your girls up. It's what bffs are supposed to do, after all.

You looked back into the reflection of your laptop. The white had pretty much been dispersed, and now instead of it looking matted like it was greasy, it just looked matted as if you underestimated how much spray you actually put. Oops!

"Whatever, it'll have to fucking do", you thought.

You then opened that Word doc again, your confidence stirring a need to create! Now just what should you write about -

"Hey! What do you have so far?"

And just like that - time stood fucking still.

You turned your head just a bit to the side and there he was. Tall, in his cardigan. coffee in his breath.

"Oh my God, hey professor! Yeah, let me just go ahead here and," you closed the blank Word doc and began to look through your other saved files. Anything. You need SOMETHING. You looked and looked, all while under the pressure of his presence.

You scrolled through all your gibberish, from late night questionable depression journal entries to your outdated resume, to your notes app, to your weird and obscure lists - you just needed something. And you needed it fast.

"Yeah like it should be here," your voice trembled, but you tried your best to mask it as you just being a giggly, happy girl, "I don't know why it closed! So silly! Soooo silly of me! So so silly -"

And then you found it.

You cringed, but it would have to do.

"Here it is!" you looked up to him. His face sent you chills down your entire conceivable body. It was really him.

"Great, what is it? And why does it smell sweet?" his nose scrunched up in the air, trying to find exactly what that smell was. He looked like a wine connoisseur.

"Oh, the vanilla?" you said, "that's my body spray!"

He made an impressed face. "I like it. Strong. It's telling you it's vanilla, for sure. Anyway, what is it you wrote?"

You glanced at the open entry on the notes app. No how the fuck were you gonna explain this. You really would've just rather tell him you didn't have shit.

"Um, well, so I don't know if you're like familiar, but there are these things," you really tried. But now you've been caught. Caught in 4K like boys say. "Have you ever heard of POVs?"

"You mean, like fan fiction?"

"Uh, yeah actually. Exactly that."

Though you couldn't see him, you felt Timmy give you a look. He knew what it was. He knew exactly what it was. You saw the first episode of Last of Us when it aired and you just had to open your phone and go to town writing a fan fiction that was also never meant to see the light of day. Let alone the light of Joel himself....

"Okay, interesting. Even though I don't think it's what I asked you guys to do, I'll give it a shot!" he sat on the empty desk to the other side of you, turned your laptop to him, and you sat there, every bit of your self-respect and esteem draining out of you as you watched his eyes move side to side reading the lines.

Let's just say, it was a little NSFW! In fact, it wasn't safe at all. It was horned up and just bad. Unintelligible. Incoherent.

Some minutes went by and you were actually pretty surprised you managed to stay somewhat composed. Really it was your power and ability to disassociate in highly stressful situations to thank. You just fixated on the clock, reminiscing about how being in high-school had you reading the time in a matter of seconds, waiting for that bell to ring. But now, looking at it made that comment Timmy Tim made about being a blind Jackson Pollack hit home.

You clocked back to reality and looked to him. He was deep in thought, deep in the reading. His head rested on his hand and his finger was held at his mouth like those old TikTok's of "pov: you stopped by your English teacher's class during lunch and she's eating a salad" bullshit. His eyebrows were furrowed. It really wasn't that much so you weren't sure why he was taking long.

Moments later, a single tear ran down his face. He slowly and gently shut the laptop closed. He looked as if he had just seen an anal prolapse for the first time but was desensitized enough to not illicit a crazy reaction, but be completely numb as if he used to play the Reddit 50/50 game during his pastime when he was younger.

This actually made you somewhat hopeful. Was your work that groundbreaking it made him cry?

It was now just the two of you, you felt like there was no one else in the world besides you two, now sharing this moment.

"Oh my God, was it like, good?" you asked, in your bimbo self.

He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He then put them back on, stood up straight, and let out a deep breath.

"No," he said lowly, "it's fucking really bad. It..... it stinks," he pinched is nose.

You didn't realize but in your fixated daze on the clock, you had little to no sensation in your bowel area therefore no control of them and you let out some farts during his reading that now cumulated into a fart cloud hanging around y'all.

Your eyes widened.

"Sorry, it's my body spray!" you smiled sheepishly, instead you looked fucking psychotic.

"I thought you said your body spray was vanilla?"

"Bath and Body Works sometimes isn't all that good! Or maybe mine just expired, who knows!" you mustered up, "But anyway, what did you think, professor?"

He rose and leaned into your ear. "I think you and I need to talk about this in private. Let's rehearse in my apartment after class."

He then left your desk.

Your ass was left SAT! You still had goosebumps all over your neck and those hairs were standing - did he just invite you to his apartment to 'rehearse'? The fuck does that mean? Is this even ethical? Who knows and who cares cause you're not just gonna go ahead and say no.

"What was that all about?" Timmy asked. "Why did he cry?"

"Timmy, I think he just invited me to his apartment."

Your friend then did the most soyest face a white man can possibly soy face. "Y/N! What?"

You hushed his ass down. "Shut up, I don't want him to hear!"

You looked over to Mr. Pedro Pascal, now talking to other students. No way you just secured this. That dry shampoo was the best call you made in a while.

After the bell rang, you walked out of class with Timmy Tim Timmy at your side, back down the stairs. Just as you were descending, you heard that all too familiar voice.

"Y/N!"

You and your friend turned. Mr. Pedro Pascal was walking towards you. You swear you could hear Timmy's bones chattering from nervousness.

"Hey professor!" you said.

"Oh, you don't need to call me that. Pedro's fine," he looked to your Tim Tim, "hey, I know you - you were in, uh, what's that movie called?" He began snapping his fingers as he tried to think.

Timmy laughed, pretty modestly, as Pedro tried remembering, embarrassed. "Oh, don't worry about it. You've probably seen me in Lady Bird, Call Me By -"

"Oh, no wait! I remember! Interstellar! Yeah you were amazing in that," he turned to you. You felt a rocket of anxiety go up your ass. "Anyway, Y/N, I thought, since my place is like a couple blocks away, we could go there now together. I would really like to work on your story."

"Of course, Pedro! Let's go!"

You and Pedro left Timmy standing there, clueless. You didn't really feel bad leaving him. He had to know that right now, it was all about you. It's what a good wing-girl would do.

As you and Pedro were descending down the steps talking about whatever mumbo jumbo, you saw these two men dressed in black suits talking at the front desk. You weren't sure why, but something was alarming about them. You thought for a moment that since it's an acting school or whatever, it might've been two dudes recreating Men in Black. But, no. No, something deep inside you was telling you that these two men had no interest in Will Smith OR Tommy Lee Jones.

"Huh," Pedro said, also seeing them. "What's the IRS doing here?"

Oh. Fuck.

It all made sense. Always trust your intuition, honestly. And speaking of tuition - that's what they were probably here for. You taking off with student loans that you had no intention of paying back before you left to Colombia, your fraudulent GoFundMe page - your past was catching up to you. And now, they were here. Right here.

"Mama ain't letting no Uncle Sam ruin her chances with Pedro", you told yourself. "Mama ain't letting that happen."

"Hey, Pedro! Have you ever seen the back of this place?" you asked, stopping the two of you from reaching the landing.

He stopped. "What? Do you mean, like the alleyway?"

"Yes, exactly! The front doors, they're like, broken!"

"Oh, that's what I thought too. Remember, the glasses?" he pointed to them, "Can't see. But the people at the front desk said they're not you just have to press the button -"

You gripped his hand and yanked him down the stairs, making a sharp turn down the hall towards the back alley door. Pedro, too much in shock, just started running too. He then began to laugh because of how crazy and not like the other girls you were being right now.

You glanced behind and there they were - the men in black - high-tailing it after you. They were not playing around. You couldn't be caught, no, not now!

You ran faster, faster, faster! It was what you knew best! Your feet smacked that floor like crazy!

Once you two made it to the back alley door, you stopped and analyzed your surroundings. In the distance, you saw those two men - but you knew you had to make a decision.

You looked to your left and on the wall, you saw it. The fire alarm.

You gripped it, pulling the fuck out of down, causing the loud ass alarms to begin blaring. The sprinklers were now turned on, drenching everything in water. People began freaking the fuck out, running out the door but crashing into it as they forgot too, it was broken.

The rush of adrenaline fueled through you as you saw those Men in Black slip and fall on the floor. The makeshift little waterpark you just made just bought you enough time to officially make it out!

"Why would you do that, Y/N? Are you crazy, that's illegal!" Pedro yelled at you, still somewhat excited.

"Because, uh," you thought of something to say, anything but you possibly being labeled as a fugitive, "because the thoughts! The intrusive ones, you know?"

His worried face soon calmed down. He laughed, relieved, "oh, yeah. Man, I hate those. We should probably go!"

You pushed the back alley door open, and just like that, you were out!

You weren't completely sure how far you two ran, but it was definitely far enough from those agents. Though still drenched in water, you soon ran off a lot of the water off.

You looked to Pedro, who, frankly, you forgot momentarily was with you. He had a gleeful, fun smile on his face. The city was passing you two quickly, it felt like some climax to some dramatic ass movie. Very much so the end of How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days-esque.

"You're crazy, Y/N, you know that? Like you're not well!"

"Yeah, so funny whatever," you rushed, "maybe we should go to your apartment now?"

You kept looking behind him, making sure the Men in Black hadn't caught up to you in their hyper speed, but it was hard to tell because again it's New York and everyone's in a suit? You literally just looked insane and paranoid.

"Yeah, I guess we just have to Uber there 'cause we're pretty far. Do you have the app?"

"Uh, yeah def," you opened your phone and realized you were shaking. You couldn't let Pedro see that so you turned your back to him. He was confused, but not offended enough to ask why you did that.

And then you forgot - the bottom half of your screen literally doesn't work. Every time you went to Apple they swore they fixed it but it would then bug out and stop working. It was a toxic cycle tbh and you really did need a new phone.

You turned back around. "Sorry, Pedro. I don't have the app, maybe we should just get a taxi instead? You know, support local businesses?"

He agreed and you two began flagging down yellow cabs, but none stopped. You hated when they did that. Ain't that your job?

One finally stopped, and Pedro opened the door for you like the gentlemen he is. You sat your big fat butt into it and closed the door. Just as Pedro was walking around on the other side to sit beside you, you looked up at the driver.

Ain't. No. Fucking. Way.

"Nathan?" you said, exasperated.

The Canadian named Nathan Fielder turned to see you, also exasperated. "Holy Crêpe! Y/N?"

"Na fuck this," you hopped back out and slammed that door SHUT! People outside the cab must've thought you saw a rat from how quickly you exited that vehicle.

"Y/N? What is it?" Pedro asked, just before he entered himself.

"Pedro, I actually just realized I'm more of a walker," you said. "Like, on some Walking Dead shit."

He shrugged, closed the door and you two began to walk down to his apartment with no questions asked. Jesus, what more could go wrong today? But no biggie cause you were literally going to Pedro Pascal's apartment!

As you two began down the sidewalk, you felt this force, this inclination to turn back. You swore you've felt this before, almost like deja vu. You weren't comfortable at all with it, but you also felt there would be some relief giving in...

You turned.

And there it was.

The Russian RuPaul furby. That was it, that was the rat.

He was sat in front of the back window of Nathan's cab as he drove it away into the sea of cars, waving its little paw at you, with nothing behind his drag queen eyes.

Fucking monsters...you thought, shuddering at it.

"Hey, you okay?"

You turned to Pedro. He seemed really concerned.

"Oh my God, yeah! You just always have to watch your back, you know? Never know who's an opp!"

"An 'opp'?"

"I forgot, you're a boomer. Can we stop by McDonald's on the way to your place?"

"Yes, I'm starving!" he said. You loved a McDonald's buddy.

Okay let's do time jump you're in the apartment okay it's a nice cute little New York apartment you get the vibes alright cool.

It was now evening, and the sun began to set, casting that golden hour glow into the living room. It had already been a couple hours in, and nothing had yet happened. Pedro was sat on the couch, now looking at a printed out version of your story after he had revised a lot of it, reviewing. You sat on the couch in front of him, and you two were deep in talk about the story.

"-so, I think besides some, you know, grammatical error and stuff, it'd be perfect!"

"Really? Aww, thanks, Pedro. This is a lot of help," you said. "To be honest, I would've never thought that this story would have been read by anyone else but me."

"What do you mean? This is way too good to just be closed off in that Notes app of yours."

There was some moment of silence, as he continued to read the story and you sat there wondering when this 'rehearsing' was going to take place. After all, a girl's had a rough day today. And it was about to get rougher. And not in the sexual way you perv.

"Buzz buzz buzzzzzz", your phone said. You shifted your butt to grab your phone, checking the new notifications. Since the bottom half no longer worked, you need to flip it from vertical to horizontal to back to vertical to access iMessage. It was from Timmy.

iMessage from My bff Timmy Tim 🍑

You clicked it open.

My bff Timmy Tim 🍑: Y/N, call me when you can. It's bad.

You typed back.

You: What is it? A girl's busy.

My bff Timmy Tim 🍑: Did you set off the fire alarm???

You thought to yourself. What the fuck was a girl supposed to say? You had to explain this in person, not through text. It could NOT possibly translate well that way. You instead opted to send a GIF.

You:

My bff Timmy Tim 🍑: bitch tf???? Y/N, they're saying you could be expelled from the school! You're going to get kicked out of the dorm!

Your asshole tightened at the news. You grew so angry, like, why can't a girl just live? There's literal murders out on the street. Like, chances are someone's doing insider trading on Wall Street as we speak. So what if a girl got $30,000 of her own money and decided to pull on the fire alarm that LITERALLY says "pull" on it?

"Well maybe next time they should put "don't pull" fucking toads", you thought.

"Something wrong, Y/N?" Pedro asked.

You looked up and quickly put your phone away. You smiled again, trying in a reassuring way but again instead you looked manic.

You shrugged. "Ain't no thang but a chicken wang!"

He rose and stretched. "Hey, I have a dinner I need to go to. It's with my bff, Oscar Isaac? You know him, right?"

"Yeah, of course. Can I come?"

He stopped, froze even. He looked at your shirt then back to you. "Um, well, it's really just an actor thing, you know. Business."

"No of course! I get it! I'll get out of the way for you!"

You rose, grabbed the extra copy of your story and quickly walked out, preventing Pedro from seeing your face - as you were on the verge of having an entire breakdown. Your eyes welled up as you ran down the hallway, into the stairwell.

You hid behind the door, hearing Pedro's calls for you, but again you'd rather set another lizard free than have him see you.

You sat down on the stairs after brushing some litter off to the side. Tears ran down your face, you looked down at the paper. You dropped your head down, defeated. Why wasn't anything literally going right? You would've rather missed class altogether!

Some tears fell down your face and dropped onto the paper. You decided to look over it again, specifically the last paragraph, reading what Pedro read:

"Joel pushed the door of your Boston apartment open, exhausted as always. He plopped himself on the couch, hand to his head.

You walked around the corner, in your panties and vintage "Team Aniston" baby tee.

"Aww, are you tired, Joel? Long day?"

"Yeah," he said in his grumpy, low tone.

"Nothing a hug could've solve!" you said, before pouncing on top of him. You hugged him, and he hugs tightly back, he then throws you on the hard floor and you feel his member pressed against your leg. He begins kissing you, his tongue licking your lips for entrance. You let him in. Your tongues fight for dominance but you let him win. He eventually starts going down on you, taking your "Team Aniston" tee off, and starts kissing your labia.

"This...this is a labia," he says.

You lift your legs as he begins to eat you out, his wet breath on your cooter. He holds your foot up and raises himself, ready to press his member into your entrance. Your eyes are closed, ready to take the boy from Texas in. This is it. No clickers, no Robert, no cordyceps, nothing - just you and Joel."

You stopped reading any further. You didn't realize, but you had a goofy little smile on. You really thought about posting it on Tumblr for the girlies. You got up, feeling a little better now all the tears were out and with a new task on your mind - get your shit from your dorm as you were now probably expelled, and get to work on that fanfic for the girlies!

You got another buzz buzz on your phone and pulled it out.

It was a FaceTime from Timmy Tim 🍑

You answered it.

"Hey Timmy!" you mumbled through boogers and tears.

"Oh my God, did you guys have sex?"

"Bitch does it look like it? I'm literally crying!"

"I don't know, I know you tend to cry after."

"That's sensitive information, Timothee. I'll crack you in half, right before Kylie's BBL ass does!"

"Yeah well that's for the Statistics rap threat, loser ass bitch! So what ended up happening? I don't like seeing my girls down in the dumps."

"He literally just revised my story. That's it. And then went to go eat dinner with Oscar Isaac, you know, your dad. He's such a fucking flake!" you whined, "what's a girl to do in this Big Apple? I just want a dilf sometimes that's it!"

"My dad?"

"Um, yeah. Star Wars or whatever."

"You mean Dune," he corrected.

"Man, you LOVE correcting me! Whatever. Anyway I gotta go, a girl's gotta keep her hopes up in all of this!"

"Come over, Y/N. We'll watch something to get your feelings back up and order boba! You win some, you lose some but what matters is that you'll always have your girls!"

"Oh my God you're the best Timmy I'm on my way as we speak!"

You hung up and bolted for the exit, the fan fiction will just have to wait you guess!

Hope you guys enjoyed!

xoxo,

~Sam St. Clair

#pedro pascal #pedro x reader #x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #smut #narcos #Javier pena narcos #the mandolarian #lastofus #joelmiller

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callsignscupcake · 1 year

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Nick "Goose" Bradshaw x reader

Warnings:fluff, that's it

Words:around 1700-1800

I hope you'll like it!🥺🥹

-You ready Sunny? -called my best friend from downstairs.

-If you don’t stop calling me that, I won’t even look your way, not to mention accompany you to that stupid club! -You took a last look in the mirror, straightened your white dress, smiled at the bunch of bigger and smaller sunflowers that decorated it. When you first met Charlie and Mily they descried you as the human association of a sunflower. Tho you could see why, you were always smiling and laughing, always tried to look at the positive side of everything and because of your freckles, you did kind of look like one.

-We are gonna be late Sunny!!!! What are you doing for this long? - you jumped hearing Emily’s voice and decided to head down.

-I’m coming Mil!

-You better look like a mo-…wooooooooww…Girlyyyyyy you look stunnniinnngggg! Mamma Mia it will be a pain in the ass to keep the men off you! -she laughed

-Oh shut up Mil! You can’t complain either-you giggled while looking over her red dress.

-Why thank you ma’am! - she bowed-Anyways, let’s go, I’m pretty sure Char is already there!

-Off if yes, we are totally dead. -you both laugh and leave the house.

You decided on walking there and catching up since your classes at uni and her job prevents you from meeting regularly. You tell her about your studies and how your exams are stressing you and she tells you how annoying her co-workers are. After a good 15 minutes you arrive at the O’ Club. Before going in, she stops you.

-You need to now some things about this place. -she looks at you seriously

-…Alright..I’m listening.

-So…. this Club is always full of both aviators and civilians…and while that’s fine, you should look out for aviators…. most of them are in for a good time, not a long time…I am not saying that you can’t talk to anybody just please…don’t let yourself be fooled…-she awkwardly smiled at me

She was trying to warn you so your heart won’t be broken by any of the overly cocky pilots inside the bar. Both Charlie and her were like my big sisters and not just because they were older then you by 7 years, but due to your overly sweet, friendly and maybe even a tiny bit naive personality. If anyone tried something funny or tried to do you any harm, they were there (tho you aren’t THAT dependent on their help and guarding). You smiled at her sweetly.

-I will keep that in mind Mil, thank you for the heads up. - You both start giggling at the moment you just shared and then you enter the club.

As soon as you step in, you see that the club is in fact packed with people. You can recognize the aviators from their summer whites…. wow…there are so many of them…. it’s okay…they aren’t here for a long time but a good time…. let’s not let them break our hearts okay? We got this…huh….

While scanning g the crowd, you spot your other friend, Charlie and immediately relax a bit. You grab Mil’s hand and drag her through the horde of people to meet her. When you reach Char, you just give her a big hug.

-Well who might this beeee, it was time you arrive finally. -she made fun of you being late, tho she was totally joking judging by her laugh. Mill greeted her, you all got your drinks and went to a booth to talk and have fun.

After some time, you got up from the booth to get more drinks while the girls talked about some random topic that you didn’t have any idea about. Guess this is what being university student with navy officer best friends. At the bar you asked the bartender for the same 3 drinks. Suddenly you sensed a presence behind you and then you hear his voice.

-Another beer please, oh and I would like to pay for her drinks too. -you froze…. what?

-No..but I... -you turn and look up at him

-No buts Honey, at least let me do this please. -…Christ…….

It took a minute to take in the sight before you. A tall, handsome golden retriever stood in front of you in human form. His gentle eyes and sweet smile melted your whole existence. He had a cute moustache too. You are not a big fan of moustaches but his fit him so well you almost reached up to touch it. His voice is what brings you back from your daydreaming.

-Are you okay? Is something on my face? -he asks while he starts touching his face

-Oh...nonononono…I’m sorry I... I just…. ohm. This is my first time here and I don’t see aviators every day you know...-you smiled up at him while an awkward laugh left your lips.

-Oh well, then you can start with the best one…nah I’m just kidding, I am not the best. My name is Nick Bradshaw, but the others just call me Goose. -he extended his hand, you put your hand in his hand and he brought it to his lips to kiss it.

If you thought until now you were swooning…. you definitely did not see this coming. Oh you are so fucked. You haven’t even greeted each other normally and you are already in love. You tell him your name and softly take your hand away.

-So Goose is your callsign? -his eyes widen

-Ohm…yes, how do you know this? Please don’t tell me you are an admiral’s daughter…or an aviator too…-you just started giggling at this

-Oh my good no, I could never, I just know it because my best friends are in the navy…. shit…These drinks are for them. -you grab the 3 drinks swiftly and balance them while going to the booth. He is right behind you making sure you don’t trip.

When you reach the girls you put the drinks down in front of them and try hiding your blush and look normal.

-Sorry girls…. I... -but you can’t finish what you wanted say because Goose steps in

-Sorry Milly, Charlie, it was me who distracted her… I just couldn’t stop myself from getting to know this sweet little Honey, but I won’t cause any more trouble - he would already turn and go but he gets stopped by your friends.

-It’s okay Goosey, I’m actually happy it was you and not anyone else. -sais Emily.

Charlie is about to say something too but she stops as soon as she sees someone…and then we hear it.

-Goose, are you really chatting up women without me? Not to mention our Captain. -sais the shorter pilot…ooohhhh…this is the famous Maverick

-Oh shut up man, you have no right to judge me and you know it. -sais Goose in a teasing tone

-He is right Maverick. -sais Charlie while smirking at Maverick

-Oh really? -he answers flirtily while sliding in the booth next to Charlie

Goose motions for you to sit in the both. As soon as you do, he takes his place next to you and smiles at you. Oh my god this man is awakening more and more butterflies from second to another. He is such a gentleman, so sweet, and he feels like home. Okay you are going insane for sure…and you’ve been staring at him all this time…shit. You look away trying your best not to show your pink cheeks and heart eyes.

-Ohm…girls…could you accompany me to the restroom please?

-Sure girly-sais Emily

-Of course Sunny. -answers Charlie and we all go to the bathroom.

-Girls…. I… I don’t know what to d-…-I can’t finish my sentence due to Both of them cutting in at the same time

-What to do? Yeah we know…you are not the best at hiding it-they chuckle while you wish the world would swallow you whole.

-Hey... you don’t need to worry, he is a great guy, he is one of the few who you can trust with your heart –sais comfortingly Mil

Charlie just nods her head and comes to your side. She hugs you and starts rubbing your back.

-Just be yourself and try not to faint when he smiles at you alright?

-Is it that obvious? -you hide your face in your hands.

-Yeah, pretty much.

You take some deep breaths, look over yourself in the mirror and turn to them.

-Okay…let’s go! -they both smile at you and you get out of the restroom.

As soon as you’re in the bar area, you hear singing.

“You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips”

Again, that gentle and sweet voice that you have grown to love since you started talking. You look up and see him and Maverick in front of everyone, microphone in their hands. Goose is looking at you and only you with such loving eyes, you could say yes at this holy moment. Him and Maverick are the ones singing the most but the crowd sings with then too. When Maverick sings, you know it’s to Charlie tho you don’t pay much attention to anyone and anything else then Goose. They put on a whole show, with a little choreography. He makes faces and poses that make you giggle and turn red again.

After they finish, everyone cheers for them but then go back to what they were doing before. You go to Goose and give him a big hug. You didn’t think, you just did it…and it feels amazing.

-Did you like it Honey? -he asks while still holding you in his arms

-Yes, it was really cute and funny. And you have a really nice singing voice too…definitely better then Maverick’s-you say while giggling and hiding your face in his chest. Suddenly, you get an idea. You push him away a little bit and immediately, stand on your tippy toes and press a sweet kiss to his lips. At first he is shocked but he soon circles your waist with his hands and kisses you back. From the background you can hear cheering but you don’t care anymore. You found home and you’re damn sure you won’t let it go.

After this none of you leaves the other for the rest of the night, both of you steel some kisses from each other and barely let go of each other. At the end of the night, he walks you home. At your door, you exchange some kisses and you plan to go on a lunch date the next day. You wish good night and say bye to each other, steal the last kisses of the day and you part ways.

You already know you won’t sleep much, tho when you start humming the song he sang to you, you don’t even realise but slowly relax and drift off to sleep and have dreams about your future with this beautiful, sweet and gentle golden retriever of a RIO.

@everyone from the discord chat and who would like to read it❤️♥️

I love you all my lovely little cupcakes🥰😘♥️❤️

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sammygender · 6 months

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things about homestuck i have discovered in my reread

terezi is my favourite character and will always be

caliborn is fucking HILARIOUS jesus christ somehow i forgot this (he hasnt got to the misogyny yet that part gets kind of less funny)

dave and karkat kind of ARE that good, regrettably. i feel like we all go through a davekat phase upon first reading and then gradually we get over dave and karkat and move onto other, better pursuits, like vrisrezi fanfiction or space player meta. rereading tho man they are excellent… not the most compelling characters of COURSE and really more like babys first analysis in terms of dissecting them, but man they are funny, man their emotional arcs are vivid and well written, man they are hilarious together also (penis ouija. yeah that was funny). coming out as a dave and karkat fan once again

homestuck in general but especially the start of act 6 is INCREDIBLY funny. for some reason i thought act 6 was less funny and more like plot-heavy which i guess it kind of us to an extent cause most of it is now Relevant all the time but oh my god the alpha kids are a trainwreck and its so funny

on the subject of the alpha kids. last time i properly read homestuck i was like 14. i had never experienced being the same age of the alpha kids and now looking back its insane. that is LITERALLY what being 15/16 is like. the romantic chaos the constant miscommunication the way this group of best friends just somehow have so many fucking problems with each other??? and the COMPLEXES. my god

appreciating roxy more this time round than i ever did before she rubbed me a little the wrong way first read i think maybe bc everyone heralded her as like The Unproblematic Alpha Kid when like oh my god she is a fucking MESS but when looking at her through that lens shes fantastic

jade harley should be mean more often. every PASSWORD FUCKASS interaction was an absolute delight. man she should get more page time

vriska is indefensible when u first meet her its so hard explaining to people that shes like The Fucking Best when she spends most of her intro mocking the guy she paralysed for being paralysed. sadly, she still IS the fucking best.

did i mention terezi pyrope is my favourite character ever in anything

i still cant pay attention to anything exile related i'm sorry. i just look at the pretty pictures and skip through it quickly as possible. if they dont have complex psychology and fun conversations idc sorry im a bad hs fan

calliope is both a delight and so wrong like all of the time. reading her i see where all the fandom misconceptions come from. ur not meant to take her word as 100% serious when she says stuff like male/female classes or whatever!! she sees everything through this incredibly binary 2 choice lens like caliborn bc thats literally the life she lives. this is also extra funny i guess considering shes literally kind of meant to represent the hs fandom

LIL HAL <33333333

sorry that so much of this is about the alpha kids im part way into act 6 now

dirkjake so far have not had a single interaction and iirc they never do??? fascinating storytelling since we still have a perfect picture of their dynamic

terezi is characteristically being stupid about vriska again, because she is complicatedly and unwittingly in love with her

DAVEREZI FOR THE FUCKING WIN MY GOD. THEYD NEVER WORK ENDGAME BUT THEY ARE SO FUNNY TOGETHER LITERALLY BFFS. no romance tho just vibes

does rose get confirmed as a lesbian later in the text or is that just a fandom interpretation cause ngl i have seen people harassed over bi rose which is kinda crazy anyway but would be even crazier if its not. an actual canon fact

LE SIGN IS UNIVERSALLY ACKNOWLEDGED TO MEAN TOO BAD HES GAY YOU OBTUSE DUNDERFUCK from roxy compared to poor dirk calling the word gay antediluvian. man just wants to like jake in peace

honestly everything alpha kid wise is insane lets just. put it there

I MISS VRISKA

terezi is my favourite also have i said that already

#homestuck #oliver talks #im not done obvi im on like page 5100

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erisenyo · 1 year

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Hi!!! So I promised like forever ago I would come scream at you about All I Need is to be Struck (By your Electric Love) and I NEVER DID!!! I've been going thru it in my classes, I'M SORRY!!!!! But I'm here now and Jesus fucking christ I am rusty at comments again! Here we go, I apologize if this is just a bunch of nothing lol.

The little intro where they're getting dressed to go out is so cute! It feels so domestic to have Zuko pretending to be annoyed while Sokka spends too long picking out an accessory for an outfit that is supposed to keep them out of sight. I love them so much! Even the little moments where Sokka fixes Zuko's collar and then Zuko grabs his hand to hurry him along?💕💕 I'm melting! The comfort they have with touching eachother is so sweet!!! They're so intune with each other's habits and moods! I am so smiley, they love eachother hehe.💞 And now having read this a couple times, Zuko is such a sneak!! Love him planning this day from the very beginning, I think I thought he set up like a sunset picnic the first read thru. This is UM NOT THAT. Love it for them tho. You ever just so wildly in love, you have to spend all day indulging in someone's presence and then ravish them on a roof as soon as you feel a storm coming??? Babe. Your experiences ARE NOT UNIVERSAL!! The little details about how Zuko uses more vernacular from the South when he's been talking to Bato is so fucking cute!! Oh! Love the flirting between the boys!! The ass grab and titty fondling? Lmao am I obsessed with their constant bickering turning into basically causing a scene in public. The date!!!! God one if my favorite tropes is Zuko being taller! Yes be a little shit about it to your boyfriend!!!! Crying about them making notes of which food the other enjoyed the most. I am over here sighing wistfully again, it's about loving someone enough to watch their reactions over everything. 💘Stop it, not Zuko using his badass heat bending to make Sokka more comfortable if he ate something too warm!!!! He's so cool and just uses it to be hot and make Sokka smile! He's a DORK. "Zuko’s thumb is slowly stroking over Sokka’s hand, his firebender heat pressing all along Sokka’s left side, his foot intercepting Sokka’s swinging every so often, a quiet tap just a bit too far to the side to be anything but a deliberate nudge." This??? So cute and so fucking realistic, you're amazing at humanizing your characters I swear. Sokka's brain is so fucking cool btw, like he notices Zuko isn't stopping as often, contemplates the joy in the city vs the very recent anxiety of war that used to be a constant, sees a bobble for water benders, considers what could help the South and what the South could provide in return, figures out that Zuko would want to speak to some firebenders, and plans out how to get him chances to, while still shopping. I'm love. He's brilliant. Oh and the bag modeling???? The playful posing and touching!!! Zuko going along with the game is!!!!! Sjdhhdjdjd my cheeks hurt from smiling!!!!! Everyone knows him as a serious leader, but he's just a sucker for Sokka! I love the way they bring out the best in eachother. 💗Zuko picking out the armbands!!!! Not me spinning around and twirling my hair cause Sokka said "later"!!!!!! The implications of it all. The teasing in public is painfully sweet. And Zuko getting grumpy when Sokka talks about The Boulder wjhsjdjsjsjs I am snort-cackling that is fucking adorable!!!! I live for the different sides of these characters in your writing! I'm so used to imagining Zuko as prickly (which he is) but seeing him become someone who can be playful and unbearably attentive? It's so nice! I won't mention the spicy bits but I really like the way you include tenderness and romance in these scenes!!! They're stupidly in love and you can see it in everything they do and say!!!!! The fact that whenever asked about listening to Sokka or memorizing what he wrote, Zuko replies "always" every time. I am WEAK. They love each other so much!!! This is not my best work, I'll get back into it I swear!!!! I love your writing!! The whole time I had a smile on my face and couldn't stop giggling! Amazing job as always!!!! You deserve the best!!! 💝💌💝

Anon, hello!! Hopefully you made it through the roughness with classes, my fingers are crossed for you, and absolutely no need to apologize ever, you have no idea how much this made my whole week to see when it came through!

I love that you enjoyed the opener and that all the cuteness and domesticity hit right from the start! I'll admit I didn't even truly register that Sokka was spending too long picking out an accessory for their go-unnoticed-outfits, but that is absolutely what he is doing and Zuko is absolutely here for it haha. I'm so happy their comfort with each other came through so clearly, and the ways they're in sync with each other's habits and moods and just that their love was so obvious right from the first scene!

I'm also doing a little happy dance that you've already read it a few times, rereading is truly such an amazing compliment. And Zuko is a sneak! I'm cracking up that you thought it was going to be a cute sunset picnic from the start, that is very much not it even though that is also very nice. But Zuko has plans for this day. He's got goals and an agenda and he might not be entirely sure how it's going to come about but he's going to make sure it happens haha

It's so fun seeing all the little details that stood out to you, from Zuko's vernacular to the flirting moments (both blatant and subtle lol) to Zuko lording his current height over Sokka (I like to believe it's a constant and very smug competition for them) to their bickering basically being some light foreplay. It's the enemies to lovers in them :P

And it's so lovely to see that even in the midst of all their ass-grabbing and arguing-as-flirting that those moments of romance shone through, too! Zuko automatically taking care of Sokka with his heat bending, them paying such close attention to each other because they want to make each other happy, both of them being such dorks and so into it with each other haha. And that the moments are not only cute and sweet but feel so realistic just puts such a smile on my face. It's such an amazing compliment that they feel so human when I write them, truly it means so much to hear, and I'm just beyond happy that you think the way I write Sokka's thought process is so cool!! He's simultaneously about the details and also the free-associating from topic to topic and I love how you frame that chain of thought that gets him from 'Zuko isn't stopping' to executing a plan to give Zuko something he wants.

It makes me so happy too that their flirting and playfulness was so fun to read and had you smiling so much! Zuko absolutely being focused and determined and totally gone on Sokka when they get the chance to just be with each other. I love those moments when there's that window into their relationship vs how they might appear to someone on the outside, and it's so awesome that you can see the way they bring out the best in each other like that!

I love that the armband scene had you spinning around and twirling your hair! I apparently can't resist slipping an engagement tease into fics about the two of them haha. And that the teasing in general was so sweet is such an awesome thing to hear. That all their winding each other up still had such affection and sweetness to it for you is so wonderful, and I've been smiling ever since this ask came through that my writing shows you so many different sides of these characters (especially when it comes through fun little moments like Sokka's crush on the Boulder haha), that is so sweet and I'm genuinely so touched that my fics showcase these different facets of their personalities in a way that feels so authentic to them still.

It's so nice too that their tenderness and romance came through so clearly even during the spicy moments when their surface thoughts are unrepentantly horny, too! That the quest to find a private-enough place to hook up still showcases how stupidly in love they are is all I could hope for with this one :)

Thank you again for these amazing thoughts. I so enjoy reading your reactions and what stood out to you, it really is a bright spot in my whole week and I'm so thrilled you liked this one so much <3 <3

#asks and answers #very very sweet anons #my excessive use of exclamation points in the face of compliments #also my limited vocabulary for describing how happy I am anon this was amazing #fic writing #my writing #All I Need Is To Be Struck (By Your Electric Love)

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katiesharms · 2 years

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i'm praying you don't see the signs (praying for you to be mine) - ch. 1

fandom: top gun: maverick, pairing: phoenix/hangman

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summary: Phoenix and Hangman have known each other for over a decade. It takes a lot of time for anyone to really see what's between them.

a/n: okay i'm back by popular demand (one tumblr ask). this takes place in the same universe as if you let me down, let me down slow! it'll be a few short chapters of everyone's first time noticing/understanding the phoenix/hangman dynamic. up first is coyote!

Javy notices it first.

He sees it coming from a mile away, the way his friend won’t stop riling up the sophomore in their honors Physics seminar. She’s the only sophomore to get approval for the course this year, and Jake can’t stand it, insisting that her being there lowers the integrity of the course or something. Honestly, Javy stopped paying attention pretty early on. He’s pretty sure Jake’s just upset because he applied for the course last year and was turned away.

At first, Javy feels bad for the girl. Jake can be mean, downright nasty, when he’s feeling insecure or overlooked, and her success in the class is definitely getting to him. But Natasha Trace can dole it out just as well as Jake, and soon the class is overtaken by the two of them lobbing thinly veiled barbs back and forth and racing to answer every question. In one particularly memorable class, the two of them spent the entire time arguing about an easily Google-able fact regarding jet propulsion engines. Javy honestly appreciates it, as does the rest of the class. They all get to sit back and let the two of them suck up all the air in the room for an hour.

Then, one day, Natasha isn’t there. The class is painfully slow, the professor’s attempts to get people to participate like pulling teeth. Even Javy offers up an answer every once in a while, if only to stop the torturous silences. Jake is quiet through the whole thing, occasionally shooting glances at the empty seat and bouncing his leg the entire time.

“Where is she?” Jake asks as they’re packing up their stuff after class.

“Who?” Javy responds, just to be an asshole. When Jake shoots him a glare and Javy raises his eyebrows in question, proud of himself for keeping a straight face.

“Trace,” he grounds out.

“Oh, I heard some of her friends saying she has the flu. Must be pretty bad for her to miss class.” Back in October, Nat had come down with a rather nasty cold, but she’d shown up to class anyway, sniffling through her answers. Jake called Snuffleupagus for three days.

“Huh,” is all his friend says and then they go their separate ways.

Despite the seminar being both their last class for the day, Javy doesn’t see Jake for a couple of hours. When he finally does return to their room, he’s carrying a paper bag. Jake rifles through his backpack for a moment, pulling out a notebook and then turns to leave, clearly trying to be surreptitious.

“Where are you going?” Javy asks though he has a good idea.

Jake turns towards him and answers. “Bringing Trace the notes from the day. Since she’s a fucking sophomore, she probably doesn’t know anyone in the class who can get them for her.” His tone is even but Jake is shifting his weight, clearly sheepish.

“And the bag?”

“Uh, it’s soup.” A light blush rises to Jake’s cheeks and Javy bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. Jesus fucking Christ, he thinks.

“Any reason you're bringing your sworn rival soup and notes?”

“I need her up to par for it to be a fair fight. No fun picking on a poor sickly girl.” His act of bravado is back up, but Javy can see through it, can see the heart.

“Right, well give her my best wishes. I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to see you.”

“Fuck off,” Jake mutters and then he’s out the door.

In retrospect, Javy should’ve clocked it immediately. He chalks it up to the stress of the beginning of the semester and the initial aggressive antagonism of Jake and Natasha’s relationship. But now that he sees it, it’s obvious. They’re so fucking alike that they’re either gonna destroy one another or be the only people on the planet who can handle each other.

So Javy sees it. He’s sure they will too, eventually. He doesn’t expect it’ll take more tHan a decade, but hey, more material for that best man’s speech.

#top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #hannix #phoenix x hangman #hangman x phoenix #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #javy coyote machado #my writing

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tmisaccidentreportbook · 1 year

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MAG034, Anatomy Class

Case #161207, Dr. Lionel Elliot Release date: September 1st, 2016 First listen: 6th November, walk home. Definitely remember crossing over the canal bridge.

The Anatomy Students… I love them… I think in the late 20s early 30s episodes, this podcast went from, ‘oh this is interesting, I’m enjoying this’ to ‘… oh this is really good… oh no… this may be a problem…’ And I was right! The Anatomy Class episode was one of those moments that really stands out in my memory.

- Off the bat, we’ve got a live recording, so that helps us with the time frame a bit more. Recording taken on the 12th July, and looking back MAG022 was recorded 12th March… Martin’s been living in the institute for 4 MONTHS?!? The worms have been happening for 4 months!??! How many stomach ulcers are in the making right now? Good grief, no wonder everyone is exhausted, they’re all stressed out of their minds. Wonder how many times Jon has glimpsed Martin in his pants?

- While it’s refreshing to not have someone instantly condemn the tape recorder, and as someone who still uses a filofax I appreciate it, I don’t much care for his tone when talking about the advancements being made in medicine with the use of robotics. It’s well above my understanding but I always enjoy listening to my sister and her fiancee talking about new methods and techniques. These fields are all about saving lives and while this doctor may want to ‘feel that pancreas’, his patient will most definitely want to be alive to use that pancreas, and the body may not survive a full ‘popping of the bonnet’ shall we say. I’m just getting a bit of ‘OK boomer’. ‘Meh, devices, mehmeh.’

- I know there’s a bit of a stereotype with surgeons of jumping immediately to the slicing and dicing… but I don’t think it is unwarranted.

- It’s getting to the stage where the worms are being noticed by visitors, yikes. Also, ‘Bitten? They’re worms.’ Mate, when was the last time you handled an infectious diseases or parasitology case, huh?

- ‘Where, where do you want me to start? The bones? The blood? The… uh… the fruit?’ … Well, that smacks of both divinity and butchery…

- ‘Introduction to Human Anatomy and Physiology… At King’s College, London.’ So I looked up the module course online and it does exist. It may have been different in 2016, when this was releases and presumably written, but this happened to Dr Elliott ‘in early 2016’. The website sates that this module is taught in the autumn semester.

- Now, I’m looking at this 8 year, Christ 8 years?!, in the future and we are in a post-lockdown/continual-Covid world, so teaching methods have changed, but I’m looking at the module summary and I don’t know how Dr Elliot would take it:

‘The use of computer-assisted learning (Anatomy & Physiology Online, Primal Pictures) during tutorial sessions will enable the students to learn using virtual 3D representations taken from the Visible Human data set … There will be 2 lab sessions that will be assessed from the experimental write-ups. Also there will be 2 sessions in the dissection room to facilitate learning about the skeleton and the cardiovascular system.’

Think it’s a little more remote learning then he’d be comfortable with… comfortable with any other year than 2016 that is.

- ‘I get tired of… squeamish students’… These kids want to learn, are putting themselves in financial straits to do so and I will hear no judgement against them. You build a resilience to this sort of thing, heavens knows I did, and it takes time and exposure. Don’t be rude.

- ‘Spillover class’. points at the academic schedule not making sense and then back at this paragraph Ooooh, cool, it’s covered in universe. ‘… the system had accepted more students for the course than there were places’, sooo this kinda happened to me, but with accommodation rather than tuition. So I spent first year in international, post grad halls… That sucked…

- ‘I have a lot of research due shortly and, well, you know academia – never enough hours in the day.’ I can only imagine, what sort of haggard wreck Jon is starting to look like at this stage in the series. He’s not got the iconic scars yet, but I bet he’s not been looking after himself. He possibly felt a little bit of camaraderie with Dr Elliott, clinging to veil of academia the way he does, but knowing how prickly Jon can be, he could just as easily take affront at the over familiarity.

- ‘I wasn’t responsible for any of the lectures…’ I wonder if those lectures were attended, or if they were ever even scheduled…

- ‘… but I don’t remember what they look like.’ mii theme song playing in the background Blank slates all of them.

- ‘…maybe because they were such an international group.’ I. LOVE. THEIR. NAMES. Fucking love this Jonny, you clever sod. - Erika Mustermann – German - Jan Novak – Czech - Piotr and Pavel Petrov – Russian - John Doe – English - Fulan al-Fulani – Arabic - Juan Pérez – Latin American Spanish All place holder names in different cultures, you clever, clever bastard.

- The fact that he says ‘14 eyes’ instead of ‘7 pairs of eyes’ is weird.

- ‘I got the oddest feeling they were judging my walk.’ Must learn from teacher. Observe, learn, imitate.

- I find the whole ‘building the interior as they learn about it’, just, so cool and clever concept. They can observe a person and get the build and the movement but learning how the components fit together and interact and everything? Excellent, brilliant, ugh I love it.

- ‘…their breathing deliberate and almost pointed.’ ‘Look. We have learned. Are we doing it right?’

- ‘How sharp are the knees meant to be?’ They’re babies. Teach and guide these abomination babies.

- ‘I just did my best to stop caring.’ How many statements are going to carry this sentiment? That at some point or another, the subject is just going to ‘nope’ right out and make it through? I’m going to have to start a tally.

- ‘Their faces, normally so neutral, were alive with… what was it I saw? Excitement? Curiosity? Hunger?’ THEY’RE BABIES!

- They are effectively playing ‘dress up’… with skeletal remains… I love them.

- They are such diligent students. There ever tutorial, ready to learn, even if the lecturer isn’t there.

- Hearts… Ooof… let the ‘sinister nonsense’ begin.

- ‘Maybe I thought they’d descend into some sort of feeding frenzy, but they didn’t.’ Well, that is both rude and hurtful. Actually, to be fair, I did once ask about taking pheasants we’d been dissecting in lab home for cooking… There were about 4 of us who were watching about 20 odd bird carcasses just getting discarded going ‘umm… I could curry that… sure I can’t take it? Oh, ok…’

- ‘… that if I couldn’t see or hear it, I didn’t care.’ Very ‘child hiding behind a curtain, if I can’t see them they can’t see me’ mentality.

- Again, I ask, ‘Where does the blood COME FROM?!’

- I think the whole situation can be described succinctly as ‘horrible miracle’, I think Dr Elliott was right on the money there.

- ‘I asked Elena and, irregular as it was, she gave me the address.’ Well, THAT feels like a safe guarding violation…

- Kingsland Road in Newham. I thought for a moment maybe the Anatomy Students and Sarah Baldwin and the others taken by The Anglerfish all lived together, but Melanie picked Sarah up from Sydenham in MAG028, which is the other side of the river by quite a distance. ‘…and the details have disappeared from the college systems.’ Clean up.

- ‘I was about to reply when a muffled scream of pain came from somewhere deep inside the house.’ Oh God… I’d completely forgotten they’d gone in search of, umm, ‘additional educatioal material’. Oh dear… Bad babies…

- ‘And the apple, did you… eat it? / Do I look like an idiot? Of course not! I cut it in half, first, to check if it was… off.’ I can only hope you are speaking euphemistically and it was your morbid curiosity that prompted you to cut the apple open and that you had exactly zero intentions of actually eating it because GOOD GRIEF MAN!

- And again, human teeth where there ought not to be human teeth. To be fair to Jonny, teeth are fucking weird.

- ‘The first thing about this statement that makes me dubious is that it comes from a fellow academic.’ HA! Oh Jonathan, my sweet, self aware boy… Oh… Oh, I thought this may be a commentary on the ‘ivory tower of academia’ concept, but actually it’s because they’re so used to getting bullied by other nerds…

- ‘It seems strange to me that Dr. Elliott would fail to take note of this.’ And indeed this could be a point in the ‘the other nerds are being mean to us’ column, but I think it also may be down to how focused and, sometimes insular circles of academia can be, the fact that this was missed by Dr Elliott.

- ‘… but Tim seems to believe her.’ And we believe Tim. Tim is the best.

- ‘… they all seemed like healthy adult teeth, and most of them appeared to come from different people.’ Are they… umm… are they samples taken from the ‘samples’ that the anatomy students were sourcing?

- ‘… early last year, Dr. Rashid Sadana took his own life. There’s no direct connection, except that he taught the Anatomy, Physiology and Pathology for Complementary Therapies course at St. Mary’s University…’ Well, they’re doing their studies, they went and got their pre-requisites…

#MAG034 #The Stranger #the magnus archives

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