Part of a 9-1-1 WIP I'm working on:
Hen's expression crumpled. "Buckaroo." She said, and it was gentle and devastated in a way Buck hadn't been expecting. "Its not your job to say "no", especially not to your therapist. It was her job not to assault you."
Buck blinked rapidly, static filling his ears. Assault him? He wanted to laugh but he had a feeling it would come out hysterically and that he also might not be able to stop until he cried so he kept his mouth shut, staring back at Hen, wide eyed.
He knew, of course, that it was illegal for Welles to have sex with him. He'd done a research binge a while back when he'd started considering therapy again and he'd come across the information and filed it away without much thought on it.
Lots of things were illegal and Buck didn't particularly consider them bad. Like shoplifting on Friday or the occasional substance abuse.
To hear it called "assault" and have Hen claim it wasn't even his fault was...something else. He'd never even considered the idea it might not be his fault and while part of him screamed Hen must be wrong, he also trusted her with his life and knew she was far more knowledgable than him about relationship or people things almost always. So either Hen was miraculously wrong or perhaps his aversion to therapy made a nauseating amount of sense.
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Funny things about me:
-I can bend my fingers backwards till i reach my wrist
-I can hold my breath for exactly a minute
-I'm learning to play "River Flows in You" on the piano
-Soon I'm gonna start attending singing classes :D
-I can speak english and italian (of course) fluently, average level with french and only understand the littlest bit of spanish
-I take swimming classes too, along with piano classes
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seven years ago in the name of tolerating free speech from all political perspectives my nasty ass evil university let an army of tiki torch wielding nazis shouting jews will not replace us march through grounds threatening the lives of students and community members with zero police presence. and today they retroactively changed campus policy around tents so they could send in the cops to bust up the gaza memorial vigil. genuinely fucking stomach turning
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"before you stop a customer from shoplifting, consider they may really need the item and can't afford it"
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That audi commercial with the mom and kid adjusting the headlights makes me irrationally angry.
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Danny is about to be kidnapped in Gotham
This is not a good time.
He's studying for the SAT, he's already been kidnapped by Vlad like, four times that week and it was a fucking Tuesday, he forgot his wallet at his new apartment, locked himself out of said new apartment (he could phase through the door but that wasn't the point), he's just been informed that the grant he applied for was denied so he needs to ask his mom and dad for college funds when he'd already told them he had it covered, and just...it was shit.
It had been shit. The entire week had been awful and annoying and he was ready to either murder everyone on the planet or go find a corner to cry in for the next three days.
So when the band of wild goons working for whatever villain of the week pulled up and tried to kidnap him, he snapped.
He used them to vent.
Shouted about how terrible his day had been, how terrible his week had been, how he'd already been kidnapped by his creepy godfather who was way too into him, how college funding was shit and the grant system was rigged, and how he'd have to call a locksmith or break down the door to his own apartment if he wanted to go to bed-all of it. He unloaded all of his frustration.
The goons actually backed off.
One of them gave him an awkward side hug and told him it'd get better.
Danny wasn't paying attention to his surrounding. He doesn't realize that the whole thing was livestreamed.
So when he gets home to his apartment later that day, his door is opened for him by the vigilante Spoiler before he can even turn intangible.
She brought over BatBurger and kidnapped Bruce Wayne, Gotham's bumbling Prince, to talk about college grants.
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I skiped class for almost a month straight and now that Im back it feels fucking weird. And the professor its late. My anxiety its growing by the minute, but I promised myself I wont leave and wont miss anymore class because I need to start colege next year (again! for the third fucking time).
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