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dadbodsandbots · 11 months

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your ship with Scarecrow 👀 3-4, 11, 13, 26-27, 38, and 50.

3. What was their first impression of each other?

tbh I've forgotten a lot of my ScareCat lore after so long of falling to the backburner so I'm going to assume we met at University or at the Gotham City Public Library

John probably was both lowkey annoyed and curious at my colorful and eccentric style for the first half of the year, but then nearly tripped and broke his skinny chicken neck when I turn into Goth Ms. Frizzle the second the first Autumn leaf hits the ground.

Otherwise, I'm probably staring out the window at him feeding the crows and wishing I was cool enough to befriend crows :( Colleagues and library patrons alike think we're both freaks and deserve each other.

4. Who initiates affection? Why does the other not initiate affection as much?

Actively? It's almost always me, but I respect his boundaries if he's working and doesn't usually like to be touched. If we're reading, then it's prime cuddle time. John is all bones it's like hugging a bag of sticks in a cardigan 💀

John is selective with affection out of habit and touch aversion stemming from a horrible childhood and barely tolerable adulthood. Recognizing that I let him set the pace for contact and didn't get mad or impatient was a significant step in earning his trust bit by bit.

11. How do they feel about nicknames/pet names? If they like them, what pet names do they use? If they hate them, why do they feel that way?

He calls me Scaredy Cat or 'Fraidy Cat because I spook so easily and he thinks it's cute. No one else is allowed to scare me but him

John, on the other hand, doesn't care for nicknames AT ALL because of said shit childhood, but lowkey likes it when I call him "sweetheart" because it's the first time he's heard a Southern accent that wasn't dripping with condescension or contempt. Also, getting called "Doctor" or "Doctor Crane" hits different-

26. What sacrifices do they make for the other?

Never, ever, ever fear gas the Gotham City Public Library, not just because I work here but because there are kids, the elderly, and everyone else just trying to enjoy some peace in a shithole city. He respects that.

John never scares me with spider pranks or I'm gone. That's a hard no.

27. How do they say “I love you” non-verbally?

I run a hot bath when he slinks in after getting thrashed by Batman or the Boy Wonder of the Week. Carefully brush his brittle hair and massage in repair conditioners (he's partial to eucalyptus). Patch up his costume and sew a heart or two on the inside before he notices.

He sets my glasses and phone on the coffee table because I always forget where I left them. John reads aloud every other night because I sleepily commented that he had a pleasant voice one time and he is still riding that high.

Despite our individual approaches, we share similar methods. Clearing half-full mugs from desks after long nights. Asking "tea or coffee?" each morning. Picking out horror movies to review or tear apart (he prefers abstract, psychological thrillers while I love schlocky B-movies)

38. Who’s got a quicker temper?

I do, but it rarely lasts as being angry exhausts me and I'd prefer to forgo confrontation until I can articulate my feelings.

John's anger simmers and steeps and stews below the surface until he spots an opportunity to take a stab at some deep-seated insecurity and that's why he'll sleep like a baby after saying the most out-of-pocket shit because you both know he's not wrong.

50. Would they ever break up? If so, why? Who would handle the breakup better?

Honestly yeah, between him and Digs, John is the f/o I'd be most likely to break up with because while we have similar hobbies and interests, his first and foremost devotion is to Fear and I know that I can't subvert obsession with good acts.

Just a cold changing of locks and maybe John even commits to a complete apartment relocation to one of his safehouses. It's decisive and everything previously sentimental has been unceremoniously snuffed out with a cold declaration that nothing is off the table now that I'm just like the rest of Gotham's chaff.

#ship: scarecat #tyty I've missed my ScareCat shit lmao it mostly resurfaces around Halloween :')

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xxarchdemonslayerxx · 3 years

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I've been replaying Origins, this time with the grey warden armor mod, which I'm obsessed with tbh. Went to draw one, maybe two sketches of my warden (because I think he's neat) and it got a bit out of hand.

More of the same

#dragon age #dragon age origins #dragon age awakening #the warden #warden tabris #hero of ferelden #feyrian tabris #anders #sigrun #zevran arainai #my art #the warden is tired and burned out as hell and is always in need of like 6 shots of espresso #but he doesn't know how to articulate it because he's never heard of coffee #and barely knows what tea is :)#dao #daa

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softlyspector · 3 years

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Before I start, I apologize for the longest rant I've ever sent you. Anyway here it is; I love how we get to see the aftermath of the blip in this chapter, especially since now the series is diving into the material that's shown in the show. The raw emotions, and the stark contrast made between 3B and her sister is so wonderfully written. Not only that, but you dive into others who were affected by the blip. The questions 3B has about how some can live their lives with the people they've known being blipped, and how it can affect them is so....so good. And we get to see the sister, who seemed to be a pillar of strength, finally falter. It's a great scene, especially seeing the harshness of 3B after hearing about the apartment, compared to the wobbliness of her sister. We get to see the sister trying to send a life line to her, but it seems to be too late. And the harshness is only featured more after the imagining of moving to Portland to be with her sister's family. (Though, it's softer than before.) It's a powerful thing, the way she talks about the blip. On the one hand, 3B's had an experience that her sister can't imagine. And the sister doesn't deny that. And the last bit of words exchanged between the two hurts. (I love to see it)

And with that stranger, who knows 3B somehow, through what she did the first few days after the blip. Her guard is up again. (Sidenote: I love how...evasive, yeah that's the word, you are with giving 3B's name. You write this so well, the way that her name is never seen, only mentioned that it's been heard, that honestly I don't even want to know her name.) I like how you've tied her into this, how she technically does have knowledge of the Flag Smashers and that she was recruited by them. She doesn't join, but the offer is still there. I wonder how that'll come back.

And then we cut to when John Walker is introduced, and you elaborate on Bucky's feelings. You've articulated it all so perfectly, in my mind. We get to see Sam (yay!!), and his perspective about what little he knows of what Bucky has in NYC. Even if it's for a moment, it's still nice to see.

The cut to Bucky being outside 3B's door, and knocking, again (sort of) giving a lifeline. The anxiety he feels about not getting an answer is mirrored back to the first chapter, but this time it's different. It's different because they have something. And when he goes in, we see worry about the possible idea of her being taken. (Why do I feel like that's gonna happen, maybe??) We see the idea pop into his head that maybe she's vanished, and we see him talk to a, seemingly, empty room. (I like that name, by the way. Vanish...it fits her.) The apology he gives is sincere. And then we learn about the texts she sent. We see the way it affects him as he sees the contact become tapered, eventually ending.

The dynamic you've given them has changed. And it's shown through his words, as he explains where he was. We see it when she comes back from being vanished, asking him all of those questions. Unlike before, the words they share are filled with hurt and they sting. We see both of them with their emotions, fully on display. 3B goes on and talks about her, about why she is alone. We see the way she feels about people leaving her alone, without contact. It hurts her, and she has a right to feel that way, based on past experiences. If she had been told, she would have been fine. But that's not their situation right now.

The shift between his perspective to hers is good, because it let's us know what she's feeling, because we're in her shoes. That's what I love about the perspective changes, we get to see what a person is actually feeling, instead of relying on what the other person interprets. The reassurance that Bucky gives 3B about not leaving is comforting. I think it really works for her, once she sees and hears that he's in a similar situation. And sure, they aren't where they were in their relationship before, because she tells him she doesn't trust him, but she doesn't want to be alone. We see that unlike before, she's cautious with him, while he let's everything show. (Funny change in their dynamics, especially since it was kinda the opposite when they first met.)

And then, we get a scene we're familiar with. Them sitting at her coffee table and eating. We get to see 3B's opinions about the whole John Walker-shield thing. She sees it as the government's fault, essentially. We see him lay out how he feels, and why he feels that way. And then we see her learn about everything else. The mention of the Flag Smashers is something that makes her become hard and tense, but she tells Bucky about it.

I found it funny how Sam immediately thought that what he had to say was about Zemo. (To be fair, it is a logical thing to think of.) I also found it funny how immediately after hearing the name 3B, he was like "How did he meet a droid??". (I wonder, that since she said about the nickname of 3B being unfortunate, will this lead to her real name being revealed, or even the nickname stop being used?)

It's a what the heck moment if I've ever seen one. We see a little hint of jealously from Bucky, for having to share her attention with Sam. (7 times?? The Flag Smashers really thought she was useful) Then we learn about her intentions of coming, unlike what was mentioned. We learn more of the history she shares with the group, which is something that's definitely gonna come back later (probably??). I like how you make Bucky wonder about her past, and though we know a good chunk of it, I wonder the same thing.

Honestly, I didn't think you'd make Zemo say about 3B being Bucky's girlfriend (though I found it to be a funny possibility). I love the aggressive challenge she gives Zemo when he says Bucky's name. And the fury that's felt when Nakajima's name is mentioned is portrayed well. You've done well portraying Zemo. I seriously don't know how you do it. You draw the reader in, and once they finish reading your work, it's almost as though you've made them unable to breath. It's brilliant. Seriously, I love this. Thank you for writing this. (And thank you for allowing me to continue to express my emotions about this.) Have a good day.

#thank you thank you 🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰#bec talks #3b replies

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dilfhanni · 4 years

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It’s the first case you’re on where the patient doesn't make it.

The outer office felt too quiet. The symptoms written on the board stared back at you and you felt like you were in a fog. You had worked for days on this case, trying to figure out what was wrong with the patient. You had lost sleep and felt like you were losing your intellect, running into roadblocks every step of the way.

It didn’t help that House wanted to find the answer just as badly as everyone else did and that he kept berating every idea that you or anyone else on the team threw out. He was working in the morgue now to run final tests. Anything to solve the puzzle, you thought bitterly.

It wasn’t that you couldn’t handle not solving the case, you knew you put your all into it and the rest of the team had told you not to be so hard on yourself. They told you that House was just frustrated that he didn’t figure out what was wrong and that he didn’t get to solve his puzzle on time. None of that bothered you, you had dealt with his frustrations and insults and pushing for months now. What bothered you was that this was the first patient you lost and you had been the one forced to do most of the procedures and administer medication.

For some reason, House was being harder on you than usual. But you can’t pretend you didn’t know why. It was because this case scared you and he could sense that. You let your guard down for two seconds during the differential and had a slip of the tongue, mentioning that you felt bad for the woman you were treating. He had looked at you questioningly, pressing you to explain why; but you had given a lame excuse. You told him that you just felt bad that she had so much to deal with and that you were trying to get in touch with your emotions like a normal human.

He had left it alone, but you knew he was trying to figure out what you were really feeling and why you felt that way. That’s why he was so hard on you whenever you gave any input – he was trying to make you crack. You held yourself together until now.

Now, you just felt empty and like the rest of the world was a blur. You didn’t save that woman and, in some odd way, you felt like you didn’t save yourself. You felt like everything was dull and like nothing mattered. You heard someone come into the empty room, flicking the lights on and breaking your train of thought. You looked over to the door to find House standing near the doorway, staring at you with his face pinched in confusion.

“Why aren’t you at home? Case is over.” He walked over to the small kitchenette and poured himself a cup of coffee, avoiding eye contact with you.

“I lost track of time. I guess my brain isn’t working normally after overworking it like that.” You threw out another lame excuse; a lie. You were punishing yourself for your lack of ability. You were too caught up in your head to do much of anything and you knew your brain was working. However, you didn’t know if it was normal. You took in a deep breath and kept your eyes on the whiteboard, your muscles aching and your posture tense.

You could see him turn to look at you out of the corner of your eye and soon enough he was blocking your vision, sitting across from you at the table. He took a sip from his coffee, your eyes following the movement of the mug. You were done with the defenses, if he wanted to question every little reason for your behavior throughout and after this case then you would answer them all. You were tired enough, lying would only exhaust you even more.

“Why did this case bother you so badly? Was it because I was pushing you more than the others? Because if you can’t handle that, then I don’t know how you’ve made it this far.” He set his mug down and started fiddling with his cane, bouncing it up and down a bit. You didn’t have the energy to figure out why he needed so badly to know why this bothered you. “Or was it because you haven’t lost a patient before? Did they not teach you in medical school that people die? Sometimes faster than others and sometimes in worse ways than others, but everybody dies.”

You tilted your head down, looking at your feet through the glass of the table. You knew people died and yet it wasn’t that aspect of this case that bothered you. You just didn’t know how to articulate what the real issue was. You figured it would be best to spit out whatever explanation came to your brain first; maybe that was the most honest one.

“I saw parts of my life in her. I listened to her talk about how shitty her life has been already and that things were just starting to turn around. She was planning a career for herself and she was hopeful and she-“ You shook your head, cutting your rambling off. You couldn’t let yourself delve into your past so easily, so you bit down on your bottom lip hard, the pinching feeling releasing you from the numbness you felt around you for just that moment. Until you got used to the pain and let go; deciding it was better to feel everything in this moment.

“You got personally invested. It happens, I get it. But – the thing that’s interesting me the most right now is – what parts of your life are you hiding? Some secret life-threatening illness that takes a genius and his fellows to figure out that, unlike her, you survived? Do you think because you’re similar to her in any way that you’ll end up like her? Dead with no reason?” He leaned forward, his cane leaning against the chair beside him and his eyes searching every inch of your body that he could. He was looking for a clue; another puzzle to solve. Which reminded him.

“I’m also curious as to why you haven’t asked what I found out in the morgue? I mean, I’m being abnormally nice to you by indulging in your sadness and not just ignoring it. I figured I could at least get some sort of interest from you out of everyone else.” You knew he didn’t have to explain why. He figured you’d be more interested in the answer – like him – because of how hard he had pushed you. Of how many times he rejected your theories and mocked you and made you feel less than.

He was purposeful in his actions, that you knew of. He purposefully talked to you, figuring you’d ask why he had let go of the case so easily. He knew you were more like him than you’d like to admit. You were more like him than Foreman in some ways, and that was something you didn’t know if you were proud of. You did know that you were happy to have some value on the team, someone that the others looked at like House 3.0 (you couldn’t take Foreman’s place of House 2.0).

“I don’t care anymore. She’s dead, you got to solve the puzzle, our lives will go on with the next case and then the next. She’ll be forgotten in a few days and we will be fine.” You got the courage to look up at him and make eye contact, your face pulled into a look of hurt that you were trying so desperately to conceal. You didn’t cry; no, that part came for when you got home and you were completely alone and felt the crushing weight of how heavy this all felt. Of how deeply this affected you over things you thought you had gotten past.

You shifted in your seat, the tension in your body becoming more and more noticeable – so much so that you thought you would never relax again. You decided to take a chance and spill the beans, tell House the truth instead of dancing around it like it would go away with nonexistent magic.

“I didn’t have a life-threatening illness that took an arrogant ass and his more than slightly corrupted fellows to solve just in the nick of time. I’m not spiraling because I think I’ll die within the next week or month or even year for no reason and have no one but one of the miserable doctors on my case feel any sadness over my death. I did however go through the vicious cycle of wanting to off yourself until the only option was a mental institution. I went through the ups of things getting better and thinking that things were finally going my way only for everything to be smashed to pieces.” You took a deep breath, holding it for a few moments because you felt like your lungs were collapsing in on themselves.

You felt too exposed and you knew there was no turning back, the words had already left your mouth and they sat heavy in the air. But you couldn’t leave it at that, you couldn’t let the little bit of information end there, because there was more to it than that. There was more than just this woman’s mental health that you felt connected to. You brought your hand up to your head and ran your fingers through your hair, hoping that you didn’t look as wrecked as you felt.

“I’ve been down those roads more times than I’d like to admit. But I can listen to anyone’s sob story and feel fine; I can keep those memories out of my head. She… She had no one. Everyone left her and she got hit in the fucking face with all of this. I realized I don’t want to be completely alone for the rest of my life, not with how overwhelming it is to be the only one to push yourself to get better. I want someone there with me through the good and the bad and I don’t care what form they come in.” You let out a small, bitter laugh. “I hate how you just… You say things that could be completely in outer space about someone and yet every single time you hit the nail on the head. You’re right, House. I don’t want to end up like her.” You had been watching his face for any kind of reaction, your eyes drifting to the symptoms every now and then as you spoke.

He sat patiently through every word, his eyes never leaving yours and his mouth pulled into a tight line. You knew he was uncomfortable, and you immediately felt guilty for pushing all of that out there to someone who didn’t care or have the capacity to comfort you. His body had now tensed up a bit, his right hand rubbing his thigh and his left hand gripping the handle of the coffee mug just tightly enough for you to notice. He took a minute to think before speaking, something you were grateful for.

“You won’t end up alone. Everyone likes you and they’ll all care whenever you die. I can tell you for a fact that you wouldn’t be in the morgue right now if you were in her place.” He let go of his mug and pushed it to the side a bit, bringing both of his arms up to rest on the tabletop. “I wondered why there were gaps in your medical history. Cuddy didn’t know why there was so much missing either, but now it makes sense.” He held on to that thought and question for another time, right now he was trying to do the right thing. He was trying to be comfort for you because he saw how broken you looked.

“If you ever have some mystery illness in the future, I’ll oversee everything. Obviously, because it’ll no doubt be interesting.” He shrugged as if that was an acceptable reason. But you took it and you gave him a small smile, the world around you slowly losing its fog. You still felt empty and broken, not sure if you could even remember how to get home at this point. Your brain was so exhausted and you just wanted out of this conversation.

It was at that moment that a perfectly timed yawn escaped your lips, your body aching for you to stretch and lay down. To finally get the rest you needed. You watched him glance around the office before standing, grabbing his cane. You assumed he was heading home, so you allowed yourself to stand to do the same, your muscles aching but singing in relief at the same time. You leaned against one of the chairs at the table, your eyes unable to look away from the symptoms again. House cleared his throat a bit and you broke your stare, looking over to where he was standing in the doorway to his office.

“I can drive you home. You shouldn’t be driving so sleep deprived.” His words shocked you a bit but brought a warmth to your body that you didn’t realize you were missing. You nodded slightly and watched as he grabbed his bookbag and keys, your eyelids becoming heavier by the second.

As you two walked to his car in the parking garage, you could feel the chill of winter around you and it was refreshing. In the car, you both were silent after you gave him your address. Although, you thought he would have looked into all of your personal information by now to know it. You could feel your eyes getting heavier and you leaned your head against the window, the cold bringing you into reality and away from what you left behind in the office.

You drifted off to sleep with the thought that maybe House could be your friend. If you two were so much alike then it wouldn’t be so hard and you could even hang out with Wilson, someone you enjoyed being around.

You were just happy that you weren’t alone and that someone cared enough – if that’s what it was – to talk to you. To take you away from your own thoughts and the heaviness you felt throughout the past few days. You didn’t expect it to come from House, maybe Chase or Cameron, but you welcomed it anyway.

#house md #house md imagine #house md imagines #gregory house x reader #gregory house #gregory house imagine #hugh laurie #avenue-cherry #i would just like to say i don't know if i entirely like this one #but i felt proud of completing something and i want to get better so i am posting

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rainycl0udss · 4 years

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Chapter 3;

The morning after party

//When can I say "I love you"?//

Written Chapter!

Word count; 1780

Moons POV

I lay peacefully in my bed, sleeping.

That was untill I heard one of the most annoying sounds of all time.

My alarm.

Don't get me wrong, I love the song Euphoria but I wish I didn't have to wake up right now.

I turn my head to the noice and pick up my phone so I can turn of the sound of my alarm playing.

I check my phone on social media and I check my mails aswell.

I look at the time, it's 8:35 am.

Way to early for my liking but I don't really have a choice. I've got plenty of things to do today. I'll probably have to go grocery shopping too. I don't think Mimi is going to be in the right state of mind to do it today.

With a sigh I get out of my bed and walk to the kitchen.

Just like I had suspected, nobody else is awake yet. They're probably going to be sleeping till noon.

I walk to the fridge and take out some banana milk, cheese and eggs. I'll probably make an omelette with some cheese, drink some banana milk and call it breakfast.

After preparing my meal and eating it it's already 09:48 am.

That's not as late as I thought it would be.

I have to be in the studio around noon, so I've got plenty of time to get ready.

I clean my dishes and decide I'll take a shower to clean myself. Something that is definitely needed because my hair smells like liquor.

I walk back to my bedroom and grab a black jeans and a grey hoodie. I also take some fresh underwear and head to the bathroom.

There is one positive about waking up before everyone else and that is,

The bathroom is not occupied.

I undress, step in the shower and start washing my hair.

I'm not really a morning person, I like to sleep in and I probably would never leave my bed if that was an option. Sadly it's not. I'm also normally not a person who showers in the morning. Normally I shower before I go to sleep. I like it better that way. That way my hair can dry naturally at night and I'll feel fresh in the morning. Obviously I had no time for a shower yesterday night. I was way to tired to do anything else but sleep.

I'm curious if the others remember anything about last night. I have a feeling Mimi probably doesn't. She never does.

Jae, that's debatable. She normally remembers everything, but she normally isn't that drunk so I guess we shall see.

For some reason Yun will probably remember everything, even tho that girl can get so drunk she almost dies, she'll always remember everything. It's kinda scary really.

Jae and Mimi, mostly Mimi, complain that she doesn't remember anything and that Yun should be happy she could remember.

Yun always responds with "It's more of a curse then a blessing, sometimes I wish I didn't remember."

I think I understand what she means, in that perspective I'm the same as Yun.

I can drink as much as I want, I'll remember everything. But I don't drink much so it's never a problem.

Ones I'm done showering I change in my clothes and head back to my room.

My hair is still wet so I decide to wear a beanie.

I look at the clock and see it's 10:27 am.

There is still no sign that my friends are waking up anytime soon.

I put on my boots and take my jacket. I take my keys and my bag and leave for the car.

I guess it's time for me to go grocery shopping.

Ones in the grocery I buy whatever I think we'll be needing. I'm normally not the one to do it, but it needs to be done.

Ones I'm back home I see that Jae is awake.

"Good morning." I say while unpacking the groceries.

"Hey Moon. Do you know where the painkillers are?" Jae asks me in a quiet voice.

She's definitely hungover.

"I think in the cabinet next to instant noodles." I exclam while still unpacking.

I hear her open the cabinet and take a painkiller.

"I found them, thanks." She says after taking a painkiller.

"You seem pretty hungover Jae." I state to her.

"I AM pretty hungover. This fucking sucks." She huffes.

"You shouldn't have drunk as much as you did. Then you wouldn't be in this position." I claim.

"Shut up will you. I know I shouldn't have but you know how it goes..." She argues back.

Honestly, I don't know. I'm pretty good at holding my liquor so it's never really been a problem for me.

"Whatever floats your boat Jae." I chuckle.

"How long have you been awake?" She asked me while she goes to sit down.

I look at the clock and see it's 11:36 am.

"About three hours now. I'm guessing you just woke up." I reply.

"Why the fuck would you wake up that early?" Jae exclames

"Because unlike some people I actually have things to do today and wanted to get it done." I articulate.

Jae just rolls with her eyes.

"I made y'all some breakfast btw, it's more like brunch right now but whatever. It's in the fridge." I announce to Jae.

I get up from the table to walk to my room but I get interrupted by Jae.

"You made us breakfast? That's a first." She interjects.

"It's not a first you bitch, I always make y'all breakfast when you're hungover." I remark.

Without waiting for her to respond I walk to my room.

I grab my bag and put all my work in it.

I walk back to the kitchen to see Jae eat the food I made for her.

She's watching her kdrama while eating.

I go to the cabinet and grab a pot of instant noodles and a banana milk out the fridge. I put them both in my bag and walk to the front door of the apartment.

"Where are you going?" I hear Jae ask me before I could leave.

"To the studio." I answer without looking up.

"It's not even school today." She nags.

"That doesn't mean I can't work for school. Besides, now I'm behind on schedule because of yesterday." I persist.

"Are you leaving already?" I hear a different voice say.

I turn around and look at both Yun and Jae.

"I have to get my work done guys." I sigh.

It's not like it's fun for me to leave them alone all the time. They're my friends and I care about them. But I also care about my future.

"Can't you go to the studio around 1 pm?"

Yun begs me.

I take a deep breath.

I guess I can do that.

I sigh but place my bag on the floor and walk back to the table and sit down.

"I'll stay till 12:30 pm alright." I confirm.

Yun smiles at me.

"Good to hear." She smiles.

"So how are you?" I ask after a short silence.

"I'm oke. I guess." She mumbles while stuffing her face with bacon.

"I honestly don't remember much." Jae confesses.

I'm not surprised about that.

"I fucking wish I didn't remember anything. It was so embarrassing." Yun grumbles.

"I only remember that Mimi started puking and that you were grinding against some guy." Jae laughs.

"Euw, Don't remind me of Mimi puking. You know I hate puke." She recalls disgusted.

"Who was the guy?" I hint in a joking matter.

"Just some guy I made out with, he wasn't my soulmate." She whines.

I just shake my head an laugh a little.

This is typical behavior for her. Same goes for Mimi. Always going around and have one night stands with random guys from clubs. The only rule we have is to not go to his home. Luckily that didn't happen yesterday.

"I really hoped I would have found my soulmate." Jae whimpers.

"Same here, I'll probably just die alone." Yun dramatically states.

"I actually enjoyed myself for and hour are so." I suddenly confess to them.

The both turn their heads to me at the same time and just stare at me.

"Can you both stop staring at me please, it's unsettling." I accuse.

"You enjoyed yourself? At a party? Do I even know you?" Yun jokes while she punches my arm.

"Then what did you do? Because I didn't see you dance even ones." Jae questions.

"I talked to a someone. Her name was Areum. She was very nice. She also helped me find Soo-Yun." I inform them.

"I'm glad you actually enjoyed yourself. Maybe you'll come with us again." Yun smiles at me.

She trying to hint me to go with them again. Oh hell nah.

"I don't think so, but good try." I laugh and pet her on the shoulder.

"But I'm leaving now." I inform them.

I get up and walk to the front door.

"Don't come home to late!" Jae yells.

I pick my bag from the ground and open the door.

"I won't, tell Mi-Hi that her food is in the fridge!" I yell before I close the door.

I decided that I'll go on foot. The studio isn't so far from our apartment it's only a 20 minute walk. I plug in my headphones and start blasting Dimple from BTS.

God I love that song.

Ones I get to the studio I start looking for my ID to show them I have promision to use the studio.

When I look in my wallet for my ID I found an familiar looking card.

It's the card that Ari unnie gave me.

I put it in my pocket and walk in the building.

I show them my ID and walk to my studio.

I poof myself in my seat and pull the card out of my pocket.

Coffee shop Blooming.

It look aesthetically pleasing.

I'll definitely go there this week. I would really like to talk to Ari unnie again. She was very nice.

I put it back in the pocket of my jeans and start to work on my final project of this semester.

I have alot to catching up to do. Definitely now that I'm leaving in a few weeks to Busan for Hanas birthday.

I can't afford to waist time.

I sigh one last time before I take of my headphones and plug them in my computer. I'm in work mode ones again.

This is going to be a long day.

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