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marvel-ous-m · 10 months
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Eddie Munson’s Guide for How to Adopt a Jock in Four Easy Steps (5/5)
Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four
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A.N.: I’m actually kind of emotional posting this! It’s the first multi-chapter fic I’ve uploaded for ST and y’all have been so lovely this week. I hope you enjoy this 2,776 word ending (damn) to this fic that I’ve SO enjoyed writing and sharing. 
I want to give a very special shoutout to my best friend @lamoabss for being my beta for this chapter and also just being an all-around wonderful person. Please give them a follow, they’re so insanely talented and we’re planning to do some collabs over the summer! 
Okay, onto the last chapter!
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The first part of Step Three is easy enough- with all of Hellfire onboard, Eddie just needs to figure out the basics of Steve Harrington: likes, dislikes, allergies, school schedule, etc. All the things that high school students share with each other in the cafeteria over lunch or between class periods. So, Eddie makes like glue and sticks to Steve’s side. For the classes they share, Eddie moves to sit in the desk next to Steve- which is, sadly, pretty easy- no one is keen to sit next to the fallen king, probably out of some dumbass fear that they would catch whatever social pariah-ness that Steve had suddenly taken on. They trade notes during the classes that Steve zones out during- which, Eddie makes a mental note, are English and Math. (The other class they share together is Chemistry, and Steve can barely take his focus from whatever their science teacher is talking about to say ‘hi’ to Eddie when he comes into class five minutes late, which he does on a fairly regular basis. Eddie also files that information away for later). 
By some unexplainable miracle, for the classes that Eddie doesn’t share with Steve, some member of Hellfire can fill in that space. Jeff takes Spanish 2 with Steve, Gareth has woodshop, and Grant has art and P.E.. Eddie employs them to run reconnaissance as they work together to make sure that Steve never has to sit alone in a class, and they begin to compile information through their various efforts. 
Steve can draw pretty well, but he only uses pens to sketch. He loves art class and sits at the front to see the board better, so he probably needs glasses. He talked to the P.E. teacher last week and now all he does during class is sit in her office and file papers, I think she’s making him sit out for a few weeks because she thinks he has a concussion. Based on his behavior, he probably does. -Grant.
Steve hates woodshop. He sits in the back of the class and doesn’t pay attention, and if the professor catches him and makes him actually do work, he gets this look in his eye and panics a little. He does this thing with his right hand where he clenches it a couple times until he can breathe better. He won’t go near a hammer. I don’t really understand it. -Gareth. 
Steve sucks at Spanish. He said something to me the other day about the letters not making sense. With the way he squints at his paper and the way he writes… I’m going out on a limb here, but he might be dyslexic? -Jeff. 
Steve doesn’t pay attention in Math but he has an A, so he’s actually freakishly good with numbers. He doesn’t pay attention in English for the opposite reason, I think Jeff’s onto something. He loves Chemistry but he doesn’t have the best grade in that class. I think he pays attention because he wants to do a better job. He’s well rested on Monday and Friday morning, but Tuesday, Wednesday, and especially Thursday he looks like he’s about to fall over all day. I catch him nodding off in Math those days, and, maybe coincidentally, his shoes are really muddy on the mornings when he comes in tired. -Eddie. 
With the new information, the boys get to work. Gareth makes himself Steve’s woodshop partner, doing the majority of the building and letting Steve relax for the most part, having him only do whatever wood staining that needs to be done. Grant shares some of his sketches with Steve in class to try and make him more confident about his art skills, which works surprisingly well. Grant also brings up his dyscalculia seamlessly over lunch one day and answers whatever questions Steve has. Jeff gives Steve his Spanish notes and asks to study together on Thursday nights. Steve turns him down- apparently Thursday nights he actually babysits Dustin so that Dustin’s mom, Claudia, can go to a Bingo thing with her friends, but Steve offers up Fridays after class in the library, which becomes a new tradition for them. 
Eddie can’t offer much in the way of English notes (why read Shakespeare when there are hundreds of Sci-Fi and Fantasy books out in the world?) but he does make time to talk with Steve about English during lunch on Tuesdays. They go to the library instead of sitting in the cafeteria with the rest of Hellfire, and they work their way through whatever assigned reading their teacher gives them. Steve’s pretty tired, but not as tired as he is on Wednesdays or Thursdays, so it works, and they both find themselves actually understanding the subject matter for once. As for math- well, Eddie has Steve answer whatever questions he has rather than the other way around, but that seems to help Steve’s confidence about his math skills- which really are quite impressive. Eddie also finds himself as Steve’s lab partner for every Chem project. It’s a little bit chaotic- turns out that Steve understands Chemistry to a certain extent, but prefers to mess around more than actually learn something- which, yeah, dangerous, but also fun… very fun. (Eddie especially likes to play with the Bunsen burner- call him a pyromaniac- but his antics always pull a laugh from Steve, a bright sound that makes Eddie’s heart sing, so he keeps at it despite many, many reprimands from their Chem teacher). 
The winter months turn to Spring, and Steve begins to bloom at the same pace as the flowers and trees around town. He contributes to conversations at lunch, plans to hang out with the guys when he has spare time, attends their band practices and cheers them on- hell, by March he even agrees to play a character in Eddie’s newest campaign. Eddie makes him a Paladin, which he claims fits Steve the best out of everything he could think of. Steve loves the character and picks up on what it’s like to actually play the game rather than strategize pretty quickly- unsurprisingly, Steve loves it. 
The Hellfire boys seem to take Steve’s blooming personality in stride- Jeff goes over to Steve’s to bake chocolate chip cookies one-on-one, which they bring to the next campaign. He and Grant bond over art, swapping sketches and gifting each other art supplies. Every time Steve receives something, his eyes get this look- and every time that Eddie witnesses it, he’s reminded of why they brought Steve into their small-but-mighty crew, and is extremely grateful that Steve is acclimating so well. Steve and Gareth are fast friends, which takes all of them by surprise. Apparently, Steve gave Gareth some hairstyling tips, and that was that. 
Steve’s personality isn’t the only thing that’s changing come Spring. Eddie finds himself staring at Steve’s mouth much more frequently. In fact, he can count a number of times where he could swear that Steve was doing the same to him. They laugh at each other's jokes more frequently, share stolen moments by Steve’s locker in between classes where they speak in hushed voices about whatever comes to mind. It’s… nothing that Eddie’s ever experienced before. At the same time, Eddie can’t imagine life without these moments with Steve, and while Jeff’s cautionary words are still at the forefront of his mind, he can feel himself falling harder, and it’s slowly reaching a worrisome point-of-no-return.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it’s June. Steve passes all of his classes with the help of Hellfire, Eddie fails English and P.E. again (which he unfortunately expected- another year in this hell doesn’t sound all that appealing, but he figures that he can at least hang out with the guys for another year, and with Jeff in Senior English maybe he’ll actually pass). The four of them attend Steve’s graduation, where they meet some of the middle schoolers that Steve had spoken so highly about over the last few months. They all sit together and cheer as loud as they can when Steve walks across the stage and gets his diploma, even earning a few hushed whispers from surrounding parents to sit down and be quiet. Steve’s parents were nowhere to be found, but when everyone caught up with Steve after the ceremony to congratulate him, it was clear that he didn’t mind- in that moment, he had everyone that he cared about surrounding him. 
Hellfire presented Steve with a club T-Shirt as a graduation gift, which he took with a wide smile on his face and that same look in his eye. Eddie took a moment to mentally pat himself on the back- Step Three: Get Steve Fully Integrated Into Hellfire, complete. (Yeah, he fell harder for Steve, but he kept that to himself and got Steve through the rest of the school year while also giving him a new group of friends- and, theoretically, Steve was none the wiser about Eddie’s feelings. All in all- not bad, Munson. Not bad.)  
The kids had to leave pretty quickly after congratulating Steve- something about getting Dustin packed for summer camp and Claudia having been the one to drive all of them to graduation- but not without Dustin and his friends making Eddie promise to let them into Hellfire when September came around, while simultaneously gawking about him letting someone like Steve into the group. (Their bright personalities and excitement about Hellfire helped Eddie feel a bit more optimistic about the year ahead- who knew, maybe ‘86 would be his year).
Once the crowd dispersed, the rest of the boys of Hellfire also going their separate ways to get a start on summer plans, Eddie invited Steve over to the trailer to share a joint and spend the night. Wayne was pulling a 24 hour shift, and Eddie figured Steve needed an opportunity to let loose before starting work at the new ice cream shop, a job Steve was dreading. (Although, Eddie was secretly pretty excited about Steve’s new job, given the embarrassing uniform that Steve had described). 
Steve took Eddie up on his offer, which is how they ended up splayed next to each other on Eddie’s bed, legs tangled together and giggling through the soft haze that came with working through some of Eddie’s stash. One thing led to another, and, at Steve’s quiet, embarrassed request, they tried out ‘shotgunning’, which turned into a very heated makeout session. 
The development was entirely unexpected, but, as was later revealed during a conversation at sunrise, mutually very welcomed. So maybe Step Three wasn’t entirely completed in accordance with Jeff’s warning, but whatever. This was good- actually, scratch that, this was perfect. Best-of-all-possible-scenarios, win-win situation. They started dating- keeping it secret, only sharing it with the other members of Hellfire, and then only because Jeff clocked it within three minutes of one of their summer D&D sessions starting. They were all very supportive (save for a warning glare from Jeff that Eddie was on the receiving end of), and for about a month, Steve was the happiest that Eddie had ever seen. And yeah, Eddie was the happiest he’d been in a long time, too. Sue him, Steve was a great boyfriend- and was fucking perfect in the bedroom. (12/10 stars, give the man an award, kinda perfect. And that sailor suit? Goddamn…)  Eddie didn’t know how he got so lucky, but he was going to do everything in his power to keep this gift from the universe in prime condition. 
June turned to July, and Eddie’s understanding of the world as he knew it completely changed come Independence Day. Eddie was woken up by a phone call in the middle of the night from Steve, who, sounding beyond exhausted, asked for a ride home for him and his coworker Robin. Eddie arrived at the scene and was shocked by the sheer magnitude of what he had unknowingly stumbled upon. There were at least five times as many emergency response vehicles than Hawkins had, the newly-constructed mall was actively burning to the ground, there was a huge crowd outside a long yellow barrier of police tape, and a few faces Eddie recognized beyond the police tape: specifically Steve’s middle schoolers, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, and-
There was Steve, holding a blanket around his shoulders, sitting in the back of an ambulance next to his coworker Robin, who Eddie knew from theater, band, and the handful of times he came in to visit Steve at work. Eddie ducked under the police tape without much fanfare and made his way over to the ambulance, pulling Steve into a hug the second he was within arms length. 
They left pretty soon after that, Steve quietly explaining that he had told Robin about their relationship after vomiting their brains out in the movie theater bathroom. Which- Eddie wasn’t really sure how to unpack all of that, but that wasn’t exactly important at the moment. He drove Steve and Robin to Steve’s house, and, at their request, Eddie laid in Steve’s parent’s California King bed with the two of them. After a few hours of all of them trying to sleep but coming up unsuccessful, Steve finally started speaking. Once he started, he couldn’t stop, and an explanation of the hidden dark side of Hawkins came spewing out.
It was dawn by the time Steve finished recounting everything, and Eddie believed him without question. He trusts Steve intrinsically, he knows Steve would never lie about something like this- something so life-altering and burdensome. Besides, Steve’s story matched events that Eddie could place: Will going ‘missing’, followed by Barbara Holland, then Will magically re-appearing around the same time that Steve had his falling out with Hagan and came back to school with a beat-up face from Jonathan Byers. Steve walking the tracks with Dustin as he’d explained all those months ago in November took on a new meaning- they were searching for a monster from an alternate dimension that Dustin had accidentally let loose. The clenching motion Steve made and his aversion to woodshop suddenly made sense, too. In the middle of recounting the events of early November 1984, Steve left his parents room and returned with a wooden bat filled with nails that fit perfectly in Steve’s hand- he explained with an embarrassed flush on his cheeks that it kept him grounded, that he couldn’t sleep without it- that sometimes, when he was anxious, he felt himself reaching for the thing- but if he was relaxed, the idea of holding something even vaguely similar made him sick to his stomach. 
Steve then moved on to describe the sleepless nights, how he made himself patrol Hawkins from sundown to sunup on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday nights, often trudging through the forest with his bat, ready to kill the next ‘big bad’ that came from the dimension existing under their feet. 
Robin contributed what she could when Steve reached the events at Starcourt. After hours of talking in hushed whispers under the covers of Mr. and Mrs. Harrington’s bed, the three of them passed out, too exhausted to keep their eyes open. 
The next few weeks were hard, but the three of them got through the nightmares together. Before Eddie knew it, the school year was starting, Robin and Steve were inseparable, working together at Family Video (because the two could barely spend a minute apart), and July 4th, 1985 felt like a distant thing. 
As the months passed, Eddie and Steve’s relationship only became stronger, and in March of 1986, when Eddie watches Chrissy Cunningham be killed by seemingly supernatural forces, he knows who to call. 
With a proactive start on things, they kill Vecna on the first try. No one dies- really, the worst that happens is a couple of scratches here and there. They live. 
They love. 
One day far in the future, as Eddie watches his husband play with their daughter, he thinks back to that November day in 1984, and sends a quiet thank you to his younger self. That Eddie in the library may have had no idea the long-lasting effects that his plan would’ve had on his life, but Eddie couldn’t be more thankful. Steve was nothing like the ‘lost sheep’ Eddie had initially assessed him to be- he had grown so much, found himself, accepted himself. He was Steve. Eddie’s Steve. He was his own, beautiful, intelligent, kind, sometimes-awkward (yet adorably so), person. 
Secret, Unplanned Step Four: Make Steve Harrington Fall in Love with Me (While I Fall Irresistibly in Love With Him), complete.
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valeskafics · 1 year
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Headcanons for High School with Modern Targaryens/Velaryons
TW: underage alcohol consumption, underage marijuana consumption, frog dissection typical of high school biology
-so when you, Jace, and aemond start your freshman year, helaena is a sophomore and aegon is a junior
-Jace immediately is gonna join a sports team for each semester bc he doesn't want to do PE. for the fall, he does cross country, winter he does basketball (he sucks at it low-key daemon paid for the coach to let him sit on the bench I fear), spring he plays baseball [simply for the reason that you once said baseball pants are sexy], y'all have bio together and he offers to dissect the frog for you but when the time actually comes to do it he throws up and passes out
-aemond is in all honors classes and you two have English together, which is really fun because you both love talking about the class readings!! the first one is "Romeo and Juliet" and while you think they're both absolute fucking morons, aemond seems a little more hesitant to say that, believing that when you fall in love you lose yourself and all reason (he's definitely looking at you very meaningfully when he says that but baby you are oblivious)
-helaena, being a year above you, only has math with you, she's def not very good at it as she's more of a bio person, so if you're good at math you help her out with it, but she gets very distracted by the pretty spider that has a web in the corner of your classroom - when the teacher notices it and screams, making to get rid of it, you pull the fire alarm to create a distraction because that would just absolutely destroy helaena if her lil spider buddy was killed :(
-aegon isn't on any sports teams or anything like that, but he's your super cool, popular upperclassman friend - he's a stoner and has his little posse of other stoners who hang out and smoke weed behind the bleachers during lunch - he gave you your first joint and laughed hysterically when you had a massive coughing fit, he did rub your back and ease you through the high, enjoying how giggly and affectionate you got with him
-when aemond found out aegon gave you weed?? lorddddd have mercy, he's finna slap a bitch, aegon better watch out
-you tell him that you just wanted to try it and he's like I don't give a fuck, he's older than you he should fucking know better than to give a 14 year old drugs
-Jace is your date to homecoming, y'all go as friends, aemond skips the dance because Jace managed to ask you before he could and there really isn't anyone else he'd want to go with
-aegon spiked the punchbowl I fear, luckily you and Jace are too busy awkwardly slow dancing to drink from it
-all 5 of you attend the Friday night football games together, Aegon sneaks in a hip flask somehow, helaena sketches the whole time bc she could not give less of a shit about football, Jace gets overly enthusiastic, aemond has his AirPods in - but this is a tradition for you guys and y'all go to ihop after ❤️
-you attend your first high school party with aemond and aegon (you tell your parents you're sleeping over at helaena's and she covers for you), Jace is high key butthurt when he finds out y'all left him out but he probably would have accidentally told daemon and nyra
-aemond is stone cold sober and aegon gets you drunk af, not to be mean but he genuinely wants you to enjoy your first party (which you would have if you weren't throwing up in the bathroom)
-aemond ends up calling daemon to take you guys home because you WILL NOT STOP CRYING AND THROWING UP, daemon agrees not to tell your parents and lets you sleep it off at their house, he even gives you an aspirin and orange juice - dude was young once, he knows how it is
-Jace wakes up and sees you passed out in the guest bedroom and figures out what happened, goes over and he and aemond start smacking the shit out of aegon
-aegon feels really bad and you tell him it wasn't his fault, he neverrrrr gives you alcohol again after that tbh
-you ask aemond to the Sadie Hawkins dance and its superhero themed, y'all go as daredevil and elektra bc ever since he lost vision in one of his eyes, he's really become a daredevil stan and feels inspired by how his disability became his biggest strength
-sophomore year, helaena is an upperclassman and it's Aegon's senior year!!
-there's kind of a sense of sadness bc after this year, all of you won't be in the same school anymore :(
-this is the year you get your first serious boyfriend!! he's a senior and not in Aegon's friend group, he's an athlete and is very respectful and polite, he's your first kiss, first everything
-however your 3 guard dogs make being in a relationship kind of difficult lmfaoooo they always be cock blocking and showing up on your dates and shit
-eventually, right before spring break, your bf is like "you have to choose, me or them"
-you pick your friends in a heartbeat, you could never live without them
-the night after the breakup is tough, you're in helaena's room, crying into her shoulder and she's rubbing your back, soothing you
-Jace offers to go kick your ex's ass
-aemond makes you a really sweet playlist about getting over someone and you listen to it on repeat
-aegon's never been in a serious relationship so he doesn't understand what the big deal is, he hates seeing you this sad though
-spring break is spent mourning your first relationship, you really thought you loved them
-but eventually your friends helped you through it
-aegon's getting ready to graduate and got accepted at a junior college nearby (he's gonna transfer after two years)
-his graduation is very emotional and all of y'all are crying (even aemond and Jace even if they won't admit it!!!!)
-after his grad barbecue, aegon kisses you for the first time
-he's drunk and you doubt he'll remember (he pretends not to) - but really? he took that many shots to dig up the courage to actually do it before he leaves
-junior year for you, aemond, and Jace is the start of SATs, AP classes, and all of that fun stuff
-Jace focuses on athletics while you and aemond are study buddies
-you both join the debate team together and have fun traveling for competitions and stuff like that, getting closer than ever
-you ask Jace to Sadie's this time around, feeling bad that you didn't when he asked you to homecoming freshman year
-the theme is sports so y'all go as these preppy ass looking golf players
-Jace gets decent grades and scores on his sat, aemond gets a near perfect score, and you get a good score (thanks to his help studying), you guys start working on college apps
-a guy in one of your classes asks you to junior prom, you say yes, which sucks bc you didn't know aemond was gonna ask you
-helaena's graduation is a flurry of tears, she's leaving right after to go backpacking in Europe and YOU'RE GONNA MISS YOUR BEST FRIEND SO GODDAMN MUCH
-senior year, you aemond and Jace go crazy applying to colleges and trying to keep your grades up
-you skip homecoming because it's the same weekend as your trip to your dream college, a trip the boys go on with you
-you guys have a lot of fun and end up in the same hotel room
-you are oblivious yet again to how much they're holding back from making a move in fear of ruining your friendship
-the only dance you go to this year is senior prom, which you go to with aemond!!!!!!!
-you guys don't win prom king and queen or anything like that but it's a magical night
-he treats you like a princess and for the first time, you find yourself thinking of him as a man and not just aemond
-graduation is fun, helaena and aegon come back and it's a good time and a really fun reunion
-high school was messy and complicated but there's no one else you would rather have gone through it with
-you aemond and Jace are accepted at your top choice - the school the three of you visited - surprise!! aegon is transferring there and helaena had applied to start after her gap year
-the gang's all together again
-except now you're having weird feelings in the pit of your stomach when aegon flirts with you or when Jace smiles or aemond is thoughtful and deep in that way that is so quintessentially aemond
-college is gonna be fun
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jensensfanfic · 1 year
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could you do a protective ellie one shot? like maybe the reader gets hurt and ellie loses her shit on whoever hurt her? thank for considering !
DRAW YOU, DEFEND YOU, OH, AND I LIKE YOU
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pairing: student!ellie x fem!reader
word count: 1.8k
warnings: fighting (not much), bullying, mentions of a few minor injuries, reader wears glasses, reader has anxiety
a/n: i'm gonna say you're both around 16/17 in this. school systems confuse me everywhere, so just apply that to whatever year group you'd be in. reader is written as being quite shy and quiet in this one! also, i name the a-hole liam :). hope you like it!
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Unsurprisingly, the news that you were the new kid in class had already travelled well, making it through the entire school within a day. The thing that made this bad news was that everyone's eyes were on you. They were probably waiting to see if you were going to be a spitfire, loud mouth who took nobody's crap, or one of the quiet kids: an easy target.
You were the latter. Quiet, introverted, not used to having more than one friend, but very accustomed to eating alone every lunch.
Nobody bothered you much for the first month or so, but then one guy had seen you eating lunch with a teacher, and now you were the subject of nerd jokes.
You had sat with your Maths professor one time to go over some homework. It had taken longer than expected, and you decided to grab a cereal bar from your bag, your tummy begging for it through growls. This tiny choice had deemed you nerd, teacher's pet, and a plethora of other jokes relating to the fact that you wore glasses.
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Then, one day, it escalated. One of the self entitled 'popular' guys had taken a seat in front of you at lunch. He started blabbing on, tossing around the nerd jokes, clearly looking for some kind of response that you refused to give. Even if you wanted to tell him to piss off, you never would because the thought of doing so made your heart race.
You were caught up in your own thoughts, his voice sounding as though he were underwater, when he suddenly bangs his hands down onto the table. You flinch, glancing around, seeing that the movement had caused your drink to spill.
"Crap." You mutter, picking it up before it could get onto your clothes.
"Oh, so you have a voice." The guy says, mockingly as he looks over to his friends, who are all laughing. "The freak actually talks."
"I—" Before you can speak, you see a shadow move over the dining table. Looking up, you're surprised to see that it's Ellie Williams.
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Ellie wasn't a quiet kid like you, but she also wasn't a nobody either. You'd seen her with a couple of friends, but you'd also seen her alone, smoking on her way to and from school, or sitting in windows with her guitar or a notepad. Ellie was that girl that no one knew too much about, but they were all curious – mostly about her tattoo since she didn't even attempt to hide it on most days.
Ellie was in a few of your classes, one of which she was seated in front of you. You would sometimes find yourself trying to peek over and look at her sketches she doodled during lessons. She was incredibly talented, once or twice you wanted to compliment her, but then your pounding heart would stop you.
She was also really, really hot, but that was a thought you pushed away, for fear that if someone found out, that would be the next thing you'd be singled out for. Plus, it's not like you would ever tell her.
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"Hey, Liam." Now, she was standing next to you, notepad tucked under her arm, one hand pressed against the table. "Back off, okay?"
"Williams? The fuck do you want?"
"I want you to leave the girl alone." She glances at you, and you immediately cast your eyes down. "Go fuck with someone else."
Liam scoffs and then goes back to his friends, flipping Ellie off as he walks away.
"Jesus." Ellie refills his seat, plopping down with a grunt. "Sorry about him. He's a dick. Hard to believe he used to be kinda cool. Anyway... Are you good?"
"Uh..." She waits patiently for your answer, and you gather quickly that she's not planning on leaving until she gets one. "Yeah... thanks."
"Cool." She stands again. "See you around."
You mutter a 'bye', but she is already halfway across the dining hall, shooting a glare at Liam's table as she goes.
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Over the next few weeks, Ellie comes to your defence several more times. She tells you how sick she is getting hearing Liam and his friends torment you.
"I just... don't really care. If I react, it'll just make it worse. I can handle it." You momentarily realise that Ellie has gotten more words out of you than anyone else since you'd transferred here to Jackson Academy.
"Yeah, well, you shouldn't have to deal with it. Tell 'em to fuck off." Ellie sighs then, loudly. "Hey, you wanna get lunch together today?"
"What, so you can sit there like a bodyguard or something?"
"Maybe." Ellie laughs, grabbing her things, along with your own bag. "Come on."
"Uh, okay..."
After you've eaten everything, Ellie pulls out her sketchbook while you tap away at a game on your phone. You watch her squint and twist her head, concentrated on whatever it is she's drawing.
"You know..." You remind yourself that Ellie has called you her friend many times, and she defended you, so she's not going to lash out or anything... you decide to bat the anxiety away for a second. "You're really talented. I've seen a little of what you've drawn here and there and... it's really good."
Ellie's pencil stops, and she looks up at you through her lashes. "Really?" She smiles and then looks up fully. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." You feel the spread of heat on your cheeks and rest your head in your hands in an attempt to hide it. "So, uh, what're you drawing?"
"You." Ellie answers instantly.
You blanch. "What?"
"That's okay?"
"No, it's fine. Just, uh– why me?"
"Your face." Ellie pauses again and drops a pencil into her case, swapping it for a slightly thinner one. "It's interesting."
"Interesting?" You feel a drop in your stomach, you anxiety ridden brain immediately thinking of the worst case scenario - that maybe this was an elaborate plan to mock you and—
"Pretty." Ellie sees the panic and diminishes in a word.
"Huh?"
"I meant you have a pretty face, and I wanted to draw it. Okay?" She chuckles softly, pushing her pencil into her hair bun and then reaching over to touch your arm. "Chill."
"Right... uh–"
"What's going on here, ladies?" You are once again met with the sight of Liam's annoying face. He stands inches away, obnoxiously smacking his lips as he chews on some gum. "Aw, you two pals now? Or..." He wiggles his brows, and then you realise that Ellie's hand is still on yours, and he's looking right at them.
Years of pent-up frustration fill your chest, and you stand suddenly, your chair scraping along the floor and creating an ugly sound that makes you cringe. "Liam, for fuck sake, can you just... leave me the hell alone."
"Ooh, the kitten has claws. Did Williams tell you to–"
"Shut up!" You yell, gaining the attention of a few more students as they look on and listen in. "Just fuck off. Go smoke a joint or jack off with you buddies, whatever the fuck. Just get lost."
You tap Ellie on the shoulder, who raises her brows in question. "Wanna go?"
"Uh, yeah." She gathers her pad and pencils and stands with you, looking a little impressed. "Let's go."
Before you can make even a couple of steps, you trip over something and go tumbling to the ground. Unfortunately, your elbow and chin take most of the fall, but you ignore it for a moment to twist and find the source of what happened.
Liam is standing above you, his foot still frozen mid-air, and he actually looks surprised. For a second, you think maybe he regrets tripping you, but then his friends are all cheering. He looks back and forth between them and then echoes their laughter, but it sounds forced - and you should know, he'd laughed around or in front of you a lot by this point.
"Are you okay?" You hadn't even noticed Ellie kneeling at your side.
You look up at her and nod, but upon seeing your face fully, she switches from concerned to pissed off. She abruptly stands, and you follow her movement until she is nearing Liam. You notice her fist is clenched, and before you can scramble up to stop her, it connects with Liam's face.
She shakes her hand after, flexing her fingers and looking down at where he now sits on the floor. "Asshole."
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The next day, you meet Ellie on the bleachers before school. "So, what's the damage? Detention?"
"Yeah, every day for a couple of weeks. But it was worth it."
"Not really. Haven't you had like a perfect record before this."
Ellie nods, and you sigh. "Ellie..."
"What? It's done, I can't take it back."
"Why did you have to hit him?" You gently prod your bruised chin, the dull ache less painful and more annoying.
"Literally, you ask me that question as you flinch and poke around your fat bruise. I fucking hit him because he hurt you."
"Ugh, it's not that bad."
Ellie rolls her eyes. "That's not the point. I don't know if you've noticed, but over the past few weeks, I've gotten kind of attached to you."
"Um..." You frown, not quite believing what you just heard, but something blooms in your stomach, sends a wave of tingles up your arms and legs. "Okay. I... don't know what to say to that."
"It's pretty simple, my oblivious friend. I've had my eye on you since you enrolled in this crappy fuckin' school. Everytime that stupid fuck said something to you I wanted to hit him. And then when you were on the floor and I saw you were hurt... I wanted to rip his face off."
"Jesus, Ellie."
"What can I say? Maybe I have some anger issues. The point is... I finished your drawing."
"What? I-" You're so confused that you laugh. "How does a drawing conclude your point in this conversation?"
"Take a look." Ellie smiles, smug, but with a hint of nervousness. She points to her notebook between you, and you take it. Flipping through the pages, you search for your drawing, and when you find it, you blush right away. "So?"
Your hand glides down the page. Ellie has drawn you with your head resting on your hand during lunch, one hand on your phone. She has even drawn the name of the game you were playing in that moment. Underneath, your name, followed by your name.
'I always thought it was kinda weird to gift someone a drawing of their own face... anyway I like you. Can I buy you dinner sometime? —Ellie :)'
You pluck the pencil from her ear and find a new page. You scribble for a minute or so, and Ellie is impatient, tapping her foot on the metal seats.
When you're done, you turn the sketchbook around. Ellie quickly reads it and then grins.
In big letters you had written, 'YES'.
Then, underneath, in much smaller writing:
'(Also, I think you're really, really hot.)'
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I've been working so hard for so many months in a row that my burnout is physically starting to hurt me. Between my body having muscle spasms and anxiety attacks, I'm in more pain now than in recent memory. Besides that, my mental health is in shambles - I've been getting so many things mixed up, confused for other things, hallucinating creatures outside of the normal things, and nearly breaking down into tears over actually nothing. I want just a week. Initially, I was going to take a whole month but I can't afford that anymore, not in Florida with this current economy. Is one week enough? Hahaha, nah probably not to be honest! Oh well! Thank you so much for your continued support! Currently, I'm making something like 1/4th of my monthly goal! (I'm bad at math!) Membership helps me not worry and lets me actually be creative! And even during my break, if members want their sketches, I will still be doing them. Commissions will still be open but slower.
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princess-josephina · 1 year
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Thinking about how Eddie taught himself Master of Puppets in under 18 days and the resulting headcanon is this: Eddie absolutely hyperfixates on his interests.
I imagine him getting his hands on that Metallica album as soon as it is available in Hawkins, scratch that, he definitely drove to Indianapolis to buy it. Master of Puppets captivates him completely. He needs to be able to play it. The next week goes by in a blur. He eats once a day and only because Wayne's cooked something and practically forced the food down his throat. He sleeps a little, but keeps jumping out of bed and grabbing his guitar throughout the night because somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, his brain finally understood how that particular solo bit is played. He's maybe showered once and been to school twice that week, walkman playing Master of Puppets on repeat during breaks, his mind replaying the song in class as his fingers move over imaginary bars. His friends let him be, knowing it's no use trying to get him out of that bubble when he gets like this. (They do remind him they have D&D next week, and he will absolutely make time for that; unlike school, the Cult of Vecna is actually important. Besides, he's gotten most parts of the song down by week two. He can afford some distractions.)
He's probably like that with everything. He frantically writes D&D campaigns overnight, oversleeping and missing morning classes because he just has to get all of these ideas on paper before they escape him. If he's into a book, he's gone to the world until he's read it cover-to-cover, and then re-read it to highlight and memorize some of his favorite quotes. But those are never the books from the school curriculum - most of that shit is boring. Oh, is it currently Math class? Who cares, Eddie's too busy sketching things that won't leave his brain alone, be it Hellfire T-shirt designs, or a new Corroded Coffin logo, or D&D character concepts, or the absolutely metal tattoo he's getting next time he goes to Indianapolis.
No wonder he's failing school and repeating senior year twice. Eddie's not dumb, far from it. He just can't be bothered to do homework and attend school regularly and pay attention in class when there's so much more fascinating stuff to be done.
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I'm deeply in love with Visvar, have been ever since I saw your first art of him. May I pick your brains for more about him? Background? What sort of person he is? Have you ever written a fic for him? Any crumbs you feed me and I'll be like
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Omg thank you so much I'm happy you like him 🥺 I love that you made a meme for this 😭
Background is, uh, a wip, I'm truly abysmal at creating backstories. I'm sure majority of it wouldn't even be something extraordinary; he was taken to the order at a young age and has grown up on Tython and probably was a total brat to many a frustrated master... I can talk some about what he is like though!
I like calling him a himbo, but that is not entirely true, since himbos are known for being nice. While Visvar is not unkind, he can be quite rash, ridiculously stubborn and blunt, and often comes across as a rude person.
He's also quite ruthless, in a sense that he sees a clear path to a goal and is able to make sacrifaces and be merciless if that’s what it takes. But such a goal is always some greater good and he considers protecting innocent people his most important and probably only duty and calling.
He can pretend he got rid of emotions around other jedi well but the truth is he is quite passionate, quick to anger or laugh, considers all emotions a natural part of life and same goes for desires. He’s just deeply at peace with being a living being with all the flaws that come with it and he is able to draw strength from that inner peace, whereas other jedi could fall if not seeking peace in rejecting passion. He has “rip to those mentally weaker jedi but I’m different” vibes 😭
All in all, he isn't a very good representant of the order. Really, with his passion and pride he’s very very far from a perfect embodiment of the code (and he sure is quick to disagree with some of the code's points).
Yet he would never fall to the dark side due to his natural empathy, desire to protect, incredible mental strength and stubborness. Like, he can't become a sith because he is literally that stubborn to not fall and hates those dramatic bitches 😂  His mental strength surely is partly a result of being quite dumb, like, literally. He doesn't overthink, philosophize, and is annoyingly sure of himself and his path. He doesn’t weep at sacrifaces made on the way to “greater good”, always looks forward. Do you know the theory that dumb people are always happier? "Ignorance is bliss"? Well, yeah, he's an example lol.
Even though he doesn’t reject his feelings, when he fights, there is no passion in that and he never draws power from emotions like a sith would do. During a battle there is literally only the force in his mind and he is at complete harmony with it, it’s almost like a weird state of meditation. Being a miraluka the force was his guide all his life and he is deeply attuned to it.
Couple completely random facts: drives speeders like a maniac, loves listening to music, is 179cm/5′9″, has a weakness for sith purebloods (or just intense and passionate people) 🍅, can’t cook and would live on ready-made meals if left alone, isn’t very good at math (an understatement)
As for fics I only wrote a very small piece with him and Scourge once 👉👈 Real spur of the moment thing from me, I can’t fucking write. have this older sketch to distract you from that fact
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"average jedi has sex once a year" factoid is actually just statistical error. average jedi has sex 0 times a year. Jedi Master Visvar, who has sex 400 times a year, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
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tavarillasgalen · 11 months
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26 was a transformative year.
I finally had the courage to end a 7 year relationship. I'm so angry with myself for not doing it sooner, but I kept hoping and what-iffing, even as things continued to worsen. I was so bored, I was so stuck, I felt so taken for granted and unappreciated, I felt so held back, I felt like I was making myself small, I felt like I could never truly speak my mind, I could not trust him, etc, etc, etc. And literally, as soon as I broke up with him, I felt this overpowering sense of relief. I was so relieved, I was elated. It was like a "breath I didn't know i'd been holding" moment. And I have absolutely zero regrets about ending it, the only thing I regret is not ending it far, far sooner. I had lost myself, many of my hobbies, and since the breakup, I've started getting them back. The only thing I miss is someone to talk to/do things with, but I'll make friends. My life improved so much since ending it. I feel so much freer. I am so fucking happy.
I got a promotion at work. My boss admitted that he's been giving me more work than the others because he knows if he gives it to me, it'll be done right, it'll be good, and it'll be done in a timely fashion. And when he told other people about it, they were like, yeah, makes sense, she's been ready for this for a while.
I moved my horse to a new stable. The circumstances behind why are bad, so bad that some of the other owners at her old stable were talking about taking legal action against the stable owner. But I trust the people at the stable she is at now. And I can see her so much more now. It is so healing.
My family and I talk again. We haven't had a good relationship in literal years. I honestly don't know how long it's been. But now we talk, we do things together. I feel like I belong. It is so nice.
I lost 10 lbs! I gained 20 lbs during the pandemic, and could not lose it for the life of me. But this year, with a combination of daily exercise and eating better, I'm down 10 lbs. Just 10 more to go until I am back at my pre-pandemic weight. And the weight loss is incredibly slow, which on the one hand is frustrating, but on the other, is very good, because slow weight loss is sustainable weight loss.
I started eating so much healthier. This primarily after the breakup. My ex was very overweight because he was sedentary and pretty much exclusively ate out. I feel so much better and I have saved so much money. I can't remember the last time I ate out - it was probably with him. And making my own meals and knowing what I put into my body is good for it is SO nice.
I started baking again! I loved this as a kid. I forgot that not only is baking fun, but I'm a good baker. The family ravs about my cookies and pastries and breads and things.
I started embroidering again! It is so nice to put on a show or music or something and sew. My embroidered jean shorts are now my favorite pair of shorts.
I started being artistic again! With sketching, with painting, with trying digital art. I'm BEYOND rusty, but I'm having FUN. So I honestly don't mind that I'm so rusty, because I'm having fun making art again and experimenting with different mediums.
I finished my degree. I did all the classes except for 1 in the typical 4 years of uni, and I kept putting off the last one because it was math. It took me 4 tries thanks to how horrific my mental health was, but I did it, it's done. And I got a 99% on the final exam.
I did so many things I'd wanted to. Like comic con, like renn faires, like going to the ballet. I scheduled things for my future self to enjoy in 27, like a fantasy photoshoot and a mounted archery clinic.
I made my first cosplays! Keyleth, her comic book look and her mantle. I'd been cosplaying for months at that point, but those were the first things I actually made.
I picked up classes to learn new skills, like coding.
I started Duolingo again, and have a streak of over 100 days. I'm actually starting to understand it when spoken at a normal speed, not just slowed down.
I started going on walks outside in the neighborhood! Very weather-dependent, but God are the flowers and houses pretty. And so many little free libraries around. When I can't walk outside, I either go to the gym or use my aeroski or do pamela reif workouts. I workout more days than not and it does wonders for my mental health.
Lol, this may seem strange. But some of my clients are dentists, and since taking them on, my teeth have never been this well-cared for. I have flossed literally every single day in 2023 so far, started using straws for sodas and energy drinks, etc. I better not have any cavities when I see my dentist next month, just saying.
I had the courage to see doctors about various health issues that were bothering me, like excruciating shoulder pain, throwing up everything I eat or drink (not intentionally, like, literally could barely control it), etc. I'm still paying off the medical bills and I'm pissed that only 1 doctor took me seriously while the rest had the gall to tell me I was just stressed when that was not the case. But I'm proud of myself for having the courage to take care of myself like that, anyway.
I actually... Started to want to actually live. I feel so far behind everyone else my age in part because of being held back/stuck by my relationship, but mostly because I never planned to live this long. And my suicidal ideation was so severe, I was only ever going through the motions for so long. Mental illness stole a decade of my life from me. But now, I... Actually don't want to die. I actually want to live. When I feel like I want to die, I recognize the truth behind the feeling which is really needing something to change. And then I work towards that change however I can. Like, I don't have retirement accounts or investments or much of a savings or anything because I just saw no point, because I figured i'd be dead soon. But now? When you are actually seriously researching retirement accounts and investments and savings strategies and all this? Actually making plans for a life far beyond the next couple of days? Of course I still get stressed and depressed by the fact that I don't already have those things sorted out, but then I remember that the reason for that is because I wanted to die for so long. I never thought I would live to see my 20s, and every year until now, I didn't think I'd live to see the next. But now? I want to actively help my future self out. I want to do what I can to make my future self's life better and easier. I want to do what I can to set my future self up for success. And when you have someone who was as suicidal as I was for the past 10 years and who made multiple suicide attempts start thinking about saving for retirement? Holy shit, how much of a win is that?
There's a lot more I could say, I'm sure. I also read so many books, worked on my own books, etc. But I'll leave it there. I'm really pleased with all the personal progress i've made this year. While I'm nervous about 27 and going from mid-20s to late-20s, fearing aging is only ever shooting yourself in the foot. 27 is so young, still. Age is just a number, and I feel more myself than ever before.
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Okay, here is an explanation of Kota's hyperfixations that nobody asked for! So, essentially, the characters I connect with are technically from media, but I spin them into my own thing. Essentially, what I do is write them as if everything that happened in canon did actually happen, but there's a whole 'nother more interesting plot line going on behind the scenes. I pretty much always give them abusive parents, S/A trauma, and a dead loved one (usually a sibling for some reason). This is projection (except for the sibling thing. I'm an only child, why do I do that?). I adopt these characters as my own. I build them lore, redesign them to fit my perception, and even commission art of them. I had Charm uploaded to Toyhouse for a while because I knew nobody had read Story Thieves, so I could get away with it.
Obviously, anybody who knows me knows that I adore Peter. He's definitely the character with the most lore out of any of them. He's probably my favorite character from anything ever, but my other babies aren't actually too far behind him, despite what you may think. Let's make a list, shall we?
THE HIGH COUNCIL
These are the ones where I could probably be clinically diagnosed as obsessive for. I adore them more than words can express.
-Peter (Divergent):
The ultimate baby. Come on, you know I adore this little gremlin. I write about him constantly, and he has too many AUs for me to keep track of. If I were to switch up some of the other Divergent character's names, I could genuinely pass him off as my OC at this point. I adopted him as a hyperfixation in 6th grade (When I was 10), so he's been my ultimate baby boy for five years. (I read Divergent before that point, but I didn't think much of him then.)
-Charm (Story Thieves):
My first fictional crush and gay awakening. I don't know why I love her so much. Maybe because she was the first deeply tragic character that I ever got to read about. Maybe because her beating up people just made me giggle. Maybe because she's just kind of hot. Either way, I took on Charm as a hyperfixation very early on in life. I remember being in third grade and seeing somebody with a Story Thieves book and thinking "Oh, I read those books a while ago! I like Charm!" so it was a few years before I was eight. Five or six, maybe? Either way, she was my first obsession, and I love her dearly.
-Courtney (Total Drama):
Ah, Courtney. The subject of almost as much of my fanfiction as Peter. She's a complicated one to talk about for me. I remember I first watched Total Drama three or four years ago, but I wasn't obsessed with Courtney then. I remember that she was my favorite character, but that's about as far as my affections went. That changed when I started getting involved in the Total Drama fandom space. I'm struggling to define exactly what changed about her for me. I liked the good Catholic girl persona the fanbase gave her, the numerous daddy issues, and her chemistry with Duncan. It was all just fun. I ended up getting a burning desire to rewatch the show, so I did. It was only about six months ago that I really took her on as a hyperfixation, but my traumadumping on her pushed her to the top.
THE TOP BLORBOS
Little guys who I love, but don't think about constantly. I'll draw them every so often and give them a bit of lore, but mostly they're just little guys that I like a lot.
-Shawn (Total Drama):
I have no explanation for this one. I think watching so much Total Drama just got to my head, and I latched onto a random character. Either way, there's no excuse for the three times I've fully rendered this man and the math book that is filled with sketches of him. I mean filled in the truest sense possible. I drew him in so many places that I ran out of space to fit even the smallest Shawn.
-Clove + Cato (Hunger Games):
Again, I don't have much of an explanation for this one. I just think that they're a lot of fun. I love the idea of them falling in love either before the games or during them, and it's such a tragic love story. I want to write an AU where one (or both) of them wins the games.
-Cassidy (And maybe Dick) (Veronica Mars):
I just love a tragic villain, and Cassidy fits that role to a T for me. I love him dearly, and think that there would have been so much potential had he stayed alive. Dick's reaction to his death is heartbreaking and added a new dimension to this, frankly, 0-dimensional character.
-???:
Who is it? What is it? I don't know. I can't put it into words. The things that bring forth this feeling, though, are Dream SMP, that biblically accurate angel god from Cult of the Lamb, and a few of my friend's OCs. I've tried to create and find characters that fit this strange feeling, but I can't. It's always out of reach, but I'm still fond of it despite "it" not being anything.
THE ANCIENTS:
These are my children, who I've lost interest in but obsessed over for years. I still think about them and am still fond of them, but they aren't obsessions or anything close to that anymore.
-Cat (OC)
Perhaps the only OC on this list. Cat was my main OC and all that I thought about for several years, but I just fell out of love with them eventually. Now they bring up some bad memories for me, and I'm happy to leave them in storage.
-Susie (Deltarune): I like women who can beat me up! This one lasted around a year. She was my homescreen on my phone and computer for a while, and I got my cousins to fall in love with her too. She's just a fun character. I don't think about her much anymore, but she's still one I'm attached to.
-Jamilton (Ship, Hamilton the musical):
Look, I'm not proud of this one, but it would be deceptive to not include it. I've read more of this pairing on ao3 than any others, I have fanart that will never see the light of day, and I thought about them constantly for over two years. I still have a soft spot for this ship, but it's not an obsession anymore (thank God).
-Darkstalker (Wings of Fire):
Ohhhh boy. I had the biggest crush on this stupid dragon for years and years. The longest out of anybody on this list, if I'm being honest. I was a horrible Darkstalker defender for a while, and actually built a dedicated shrine in my room for him. He kind of gives me the ick now because of all this.
-Varian (Tangled the Series):
BABY BOY! Honestly, I'm tempted to just spam baby boy and let it devolve into keyboard smashing, because that is the only way to describe how I feel about this character. The little guy!
-Tom (Star Versus the Forces of Evil): He's the only reason I watched the show. My first watchthough of it was actually just me reading which episodes he's in on Wikipedia and then only watching those. Was I confused? Yes. But I loved him!
-Finleap (Warriors): I can't explain this at all. I just thought he was cute in AVoS, so he became my favorite warrior cat. He still is, but mostly because of nostalgia. He takes up zero braincells now, to be honest.
-Tax (Hunger Games):
This one is a joke... I think. He's a character that gets one mention throughout the entire series. I thought it'd be funny to call him my favorite character so that everybody was like "Who?" but I ended up with actual backstory ideas. Either way, I love him.
THE FLEETING
Characters that I obsessed over for around a week to a few months, then it faded. I'm still fond of most of them.
-Red Son (LEGO Monkie Kid):
What a silly little man! I really like him! That's all I can really say. I've written him some AUs, and I just had fun whenever he was on the screen. He's a good time.
-Bea (Night in the Woods):
She's just well-written. I like shipping her with Mae, too. She's a cool character, and I still have a bit of a crush. She feels so realistic and a bit tragic.
-Klaus (Umbrella Academy): Traumatized gay drug addict? Count me in! He's the only one in this section with his own fleshed-out backstory written by me. I think about him the most out of everybody in this section and still really love him.
THE APPRENTICES
Characters that I'm building an obsession with, but they aren't quite there yet.
-Narinder, Baal and Aym (Cult of the Lamb): Just a demon dad and his babies! I'm giving this one a few months before I really consider it an obsession, but I do really love them!
-Ethan (Never Have I Ever):
What a silly man! He's hot, and you know I love the bad boys. This could just be a fleeting emo boy thing, or we could have a deeper connection. We'll see.
THE SIDEKICKS
These are characters that I only like in relation to another character.
-Duncan (Total Drama):
Only with Courtney. They have the most fun dynamic of pretty much any ship. I really love them together, and Duncan's fun with her.
-Pretty much every Divergent character:
I love them in relation to Peter! Especially Caleb and Molly. I like most of these characters fine on their own, but I love the Peter dynamics.
-Mae (Night in the Woods): She's a great and relatable character, but I honestly only like her to ship with Bea.
-Kris (Deltarune):
Is Kris even a character at all? They're just kind of the player. Either way, I ship them with Susie and I love it.
-Jasmine (Total Drama): I just like the idea of Shawn having a buff, tall girlfriend who doesn't understand him whatsoever. It's funny and cute.
THE UNWORTHY
Characters that were so close to being an obsession, but I lost interest just a bit too quickly for them to make a lasting impact.
-Logan (Veronica Mars): Okay, he's definitely my favorite of this group. He's such a funny little guy. Such a traumatized man, and it's hilarious that he keeps beating up people for Veronica. He's such a good boy, no matter what the show wants you to think.
-Hunter (The Owl House):
He's my favorite from the show, but I never connected to him on that deep level. I don't look at him and think of headcanons, I just look at him and think "Oh, he's neat."
-JD and Veronica (Heathers):
This is different from the others in this section because the interest never faded. I love them just as much now as I did a few years ago. It could never cross the obsession threshold, though.
-Anne Boleyn and Katherine Howard (SIX): Yes, I am aware of K. Howard's real name, but I'm talking about the Six version here. They're just fun little traumatized gals who I ultimately couldn't fall in love with for whatever reason. Maybe because they're real people, and adding trauma seems weird.
-Princess Carolynn + Sara Lynn (Bojack Horseman): Both of these have a similar vibe. I love them and think that they're incredible characters, but the show is so good that there's nothing I can do with them. There's no way to break them further, no way to improve their story. They're just great.
-Kitty (Glee):
This may be a joke. I don't know at this point. She does have some trauma points going for her, so that's something. I just think the idea of this woman nearly murdering her classmate by purposely giving her an eating disorder, showing no remorse, waiting until they're about to die to confess, then immediately being forgiven, and the whole situation never being brought up again is really funny. She is absolutely awful, and I love her for it.
-Newt (Mazerunner):
When I was watching the Mazerunner movies, I was bored out of my mind. None of the characters had any... well- character. So jokingly, I said "Newt's my favorite character because at least he has a cool accent." Fast forward three movies and I'm sobbing over his death. Somewhere, my joke attachment became real attachment, and I don't know how.
-Connor (Dear Evan Hansen):
Emo boy! What else is there to say, really?
-Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel):
Once again, emo boy! He's got trauma and shit. Trauma and shit is relatable and a nice coping mechanism.
-Harley Quinn (DC):
I connect with abuse victims. What else is there to say, really? Her story resonated with me.
-Minthe (Greek Mythology):
This one is basically an OC because she's got one mention in Greek myths. Again, this is a connecting to abuse victims thing. I really starting loving her after Lore Olympus, though. I read it and thought "Fuck you, that's a messed up portrayal of this poor woman," and vowed to write her better. I still have some comic book pages of that, actually.
-Every character from Hadestown:
This is the best musical I've ever seen, and the relationships are so fun. I'm invested in Hades and Persephone as well as Orpheus and Eurydice.
-Dee and Heavy (Metal Family):
I just like their dynamic. Plus, Dee is an emo boy. You know the drill at this point.
-Feather (OC):
My DND character. He's very fleshed out (over forty pages of lore). I really wanted to force myself to love him, but I just couldn't. There was a stretch where I was very fond of him, though.
-Torpedo (OC):
This was a character in an old roleplay game I did with my friends when we were little. I still really love most of these characters, but it's more of a nostalgic connection at this point.
-FTSRTD cast (OC):
I had fun with most of the cast, but I never connected to any as much as I did Cat. There was a period where Ezra was my favorite, but that passed quickly.
-Asriel (Undertale):
I don't know why he's so far down. This kid is fun and I wish I could save him. I've listened to every His Theme cover in existence, and I still crave more.
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dark-magical-ships · 10 months
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Exodia, Obliterate the Fourth Wall!
Chapter Twenty
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December 10, 2009
Oooooof. Well…. Today’s been busy, to put it mildly. We’re in that like three-week stretch between Thanksgiving break and winter break, so school’s a bit of a mess right now. Most of my classes are year-long, but Forensics is technically two separate, single-semester classes, so Ingraham has given us this big final project that is just. Amazing. Basically he dropped the dummy in the middle of the lawn in front of the school office building, set up a crime scene where the murder happened in the middle of the walkway between the 100 and 300 buildings with fake blood all over the walls and a friggin femur in the grass as the murder weapon, and a second crime scene where the victim was abducted? I think? Based on the evidence there, which is like in a shed that Construction Math built earlier this year. We have to identify the killer(s!) and reconstruct how the crime went down based on everything we’ve covered this semester, so basically fingerprint, hair, drug testing, and fiber analysis and also based on the interrogation and witness statements we get every like three days. Then we have to turn in a completed crime scene sketch and evidence list with our essay stating our case about who’s guilty and why. I love this class SO MUCH.
In all seriousness, today was busy but it was actually a lot of fun, at least in the afternoon! There was that Forensics final, to start with, but then after school was the highlight of the season: my friend Nick came over for his birthday!! I haven’t seen him in AGES, not since like last spring, I think… we’d planned to hang out over the summer, but what with my assumed insanity going on at the time, it just sort of never happened. We tried to make up for some of the lost time this afternoon. I guess it wasn’t exactly a huge birthday bash—just pizza and some rounds of Halo on the Xbox—but honestly it’s the most fun I’ve had in months. For once in my life, I could really let my guard down and not need to worry about what kind of impression I was making or just… any of that nonsense. Nick’s the only person I can ever really just be me around, the only person who literally never judges me, and he’s been my best friend for almost a decade… it’s just really nice to finally get some time to relax with a friend, you know?
Buuuuut as I’m sure you know by now, o nonexistent reader, this diary isn’t for just general blathering or logging the oh-so-fascinating life of the American highschooler. Nope, this diary is about the whole soulmate situation with Seto, so I guess it’s not hard to figure out why I’m writing today: some stuff happened on that front.
I just wish NIck’s birthday hadn’t fallen on a weeknight. I had to take him home at like 10:30 at night, and we only got to start the party at like 3 in the afternoon. I probably should have used more of the time that I spent being dead in Halo to get some of my homework done, but chose not to, so it’s been a very long night catching up… I guess I’m technically writing this at 3am on the 11th, but whatever. Point is, Seto obviously had some choice words for me during the drive home after dropping Nick back off at his house—and considering that the conversation lasted almost the whole 90 minute drive back home from Nick’s place, well. It was a long chat.
Nick was hardly out of the car before I felt Seto’s full attention on me, like a looming presence peering over my shoulder. «I was starting to think he was never going home,» he said dryly. «I guess it’s lucky for you, that you’ve mostly got review work tonight. Will you be able to finish it all without skipping school tomorrow this time?»
I snorted, still in too good a mood to get really annoyed, and didn’t bother answering him until I got back on the freeway. «I think so, yeah. It was worth the late night, though. I hardly ever get to see him.»
«Who is he, anyway? You sounded… different, around that one.»
I laughed lightly. «Yeah, well, people tend to act a bit different around their friends. Less guarded, more relaxed, telling jokes. You’ve seen Yugi with his friends enough times.»
«I’ve seen you with yours, as well. Yugi and his friends mostly act like a bunch of children, but you haven’t usually acted that way.»
«Meaning that I was acting like a child with Nick today?» I asked sharply. Seto didn’t answer, but the brief silence felt more like we were both rolling our eyes more than anything. After a moment, I just let out a short laugh. «Nah, you’ve got a point. Nick brings out whatever’s left of the inner child in me. I assume you’re referring to the duel group, but they’re not really… “friends.” We’re all just a bunch of kids who get together to play a game we like; we don’t know each other or hang out outside of duel meetups.»
«You went to the movies with one of them two weeks ago, and you had another one over at your house a few months ago.»
«Both were special cases,» I argued, exasperated. Why does he even think this is his business?? «They’re just hobby acquaintances. Nick’s the only actual friend I have, that’s all there really is to it.»
«Hn.»
Silence stretched between us for a long moment, but Seto didn’t recede from my mind. Something about his presence felt… oddly restless. And by that I mean like… more than usual. Like someone looking for a distraction, flipping irritably through TV channels, unable to settle on any one thing. It was very distracting, and I was trying to concentrate on traffic, so I decided to try continuing the discussion in the only way I could think of, which… was sort of putting myself out there, if I’m being honest. I usually consider myself to be sort of an open book, but the only subject that came to mind that was related to the conversation we’d just been having was one I try not to discuss openly.
On the other hand… well, I was the one who was bugging him about trust, right? It would be dumb of me to expect him to be willing to trust me with anything if I couldn’t let him in a little, too. I drew a deep breath and just laid it out in the open. «I… I figure it’s best to keep the number of people close to me small. As small as possible, really. I… suppose you of all people would understand that choice, huh?»
Seto scoffed. «Perhaps I would. I used to think friendships like Yugi’s got with his little circus were too fragile and unpredictable to be of any real use. Waste of time. Can’t say I blame you for opting out.»
I blinked a few times and nearly missed my exit; I had to hurry across a lane to catch it on time. «You used to think that?»
«I…» For the first time that I can really remember, Seto actually sounded a little consternated. Even chagrined. For a long time, he said nothing at all. I didn’t press him as I drove down the smaller highway toward home—it might have worked, but it certainly wouldn’t inspire confidence. When he finally continued the train of thought, some of the steel was back. «Don’t misunderstand me, Amy. I don’t know where I’d be today without Mokuba; he is everything to me. If I hadn’t been working toward building a better life for him, or if he hadn’t been there to help me when I needed it most…»
The edge to his voice faltered, and he trailed off again. I honestly don’t really remember ever hearing him quite so… disorganized, in his thoughts. It was kind of unnerving, really. Finally, he sent a sort of dismissive sound and doggedly pressed on. «Never mind, the past is what it is and there’s no point thinking about what-ifs. The point is, Mokuba is far more to me than I ever believed something as fragile as a “friend” could ever be. He’s my brother. But if I’ve learned anything from being stuck around Yugi and his band of idiots for the last couple of years, it’s that somehow, they have a bond that even I can’t deny is powerful. If nothing else, that connection is at least as strong a motivator for Yugi and Jounouchi as Mokuba is for me, and I don’t say that lightly. Obviously, it isn’t a waste of time for them.»
Stopped at a red light, I took a moment to chew on that comparison before answering, because like… honestly, that answer seemed strange for the Seto Kaiba I know from the ridiculous anime and manga I remember. I wish I could say that I remember what my full train of thought looked like now, so I could record it all here and come back to think on it more later, but sadly the hours of homework since this conversation kind of reduced it down to just the bare essentials in my mind…. And frankly, I’m not certain I’m really ready to devote too much serious thought to it. The main thing that occurred to me was that Seto hardly ever talks about Mokuba with me—and believe me, we talk basically every day, even if I don’t bother to write down every single conversation. And the more I think about this, and the like one other time Seto’s really even mentioned anything with Mokuba that I can recall, the more strange that seems considering just how important his little brother is to him. And the last time Seto mentioned his brother, it was to say that Mokuba refused to help him get Jounouchi off his back.
It was at this point that I decided to try something dumb and push Seto, just a little. «…Speaking of Mokuba…» I said carefully, easing my car back up to speed when the light turned green, «…how are things with you two? It’s been a couple of weeks, is he still—?»
«We’re fine,» Seto replied quickly, cutting across the end of my question. «Nothing comes between Mokuba and me.»
I waited a moment, but he didn’t elaborate. His presence on the edge of my mind felt… stormy. He often does, but in this case I mean more like the kind of storm with fitful winds that won’t settle on any particular direction, not the kind that just dumps rain and occasionally hurls lightning around like usual. «Seto…» I pressed again, gently, and he sighed irritably.
«Dammit. I know.»
He was silent again for another long moment. I get it, honestly… it can be really hard to force yourself to talk about stuff you don’t want to. When he continued speaking… it’s hard to describe what it sounded like. I wish I could see his face when we talk; maybe then I’d be able to make better sense of what emotion it is that I think I’m hearing. His voice went soft and rough, a little growly but not exactly angry. Frustration, maybe? Exhaustion? Maybe both. «I’m trying, Amy, you know I am. But this… is not easy for me.»
«No, really? Can’t imagine why,» I drawled, because I absolutely could imagine why. «Maybe there’s some way to make it easier?»
«I… maybe.»
Another long moment of silence. I wish I knew how he’s able to keep his thoughts to himself so consistently. Finally, he continued, his words coming slow and guarded. «Understand, Kaiba Corporation isn’t just a gaming company. We’re the world leader in the entire information and technology sector. We make your “Google” look like a joke. Taking my company to the top in that field is my doing. I know everything that goes on in Domino City; if there’s information to be found on anything in my world, I either have it already, or I know where to find it. But when it comes to this, the… connection that we’re stuck with….»
«There is no information for you to find. You’re stuck relying on me, and the joke that is “my” Google.»
«Exactly. And that doesn’t even begin to cover how incredibly uncomfortable it is to be tied to a complete stranger.» The more he talked, the more Seto’s train of thought seemed to be picking up speed—there was definitely frustration coloring his voice now. «You’re someone I know nothing about, and yet you know more about my life than… basically anyone, I think. You might even be able to give Mokuba a run for his money. That doesn’t sit well with me, Amy.»
My heart sank a little to hear this, I’ll admit. To be honest, I felt kind of guilty. It’s not like I have, or ever did have, any kind of control over the circumstances of how we met, but… he’s absolutely right. How many times have I sat here puzzling over what he might be thinking or what in his past might drive him to operate a certain way, or expect certain things from me as if I’d known him all his life? How many times has he thought about what must drive my choices and decisions? Nope, I finished writing that and laughed; as if he would waste time on sentimental things like that… but the point stands that of course that would feel unbalanced from his perspective, and that’s sort of the only answer I had when he pointed it out.
«Y’know what, that’s entirely fair. If things were the other way around…» I replied with a sigh, my fingers tapping on the steering wheel. «Well, look, you probably know more than you think. I mean, I doubt you can be psychically tethered to another person for, what, six, seven months? And come out knowing nothing about them. But, you’re right that we’re nowhere near even.» I bit my lip for a moment, but I really only saw one solution to the problem, so I just… went for it. «So, let’s do something about that. What do you want to know?»
Seto scoffed at me again. «You think a game of twenty questions is going to just magically make this work?» I didn’t answer, and he let out a frustrated sigh. «What the hell. Fine. Let’s get straight to the point, then. You know why I keep my distance from people: because I have Mokuba, and I don’t need anyone else. What’s your excuse?»
«Because I’m shit at picking friends,» I told him bluntly and without hesitation.
It’s reflexive, at this point: someone asks me a personal question, and I answer with the truth, but not the whole truth, dodging around whatever part of that answer might actually have the power to hurt me if it was turned back against me. My strategy that’s served me well ever since I first started using it. Only trouble is, it’s not the right answer to give to someone you’re trying to win over, and especially not the right answer to give your soulmate—whatever that word even means anymore.
I sighed. One of us had to accept a little vulnerability first. Might as well be me. «And because, like you, I learned very young that in the end, the only person you can ever truly trust is yourself. And unlearning that is… not easy for me, either.»
The space on this page is running out, and so is my time to sleep before school in the morning, so I won’t pour the whole story out in excruciating detail all over again. But Seto knows it now. The years of stupid playground bullshit, of useless adults who either failed to acknowledge that anything was going on at all or straight-up held me responsible for defending myself. The string of betrayals by kids I thought were friends of mine, one after another, until Nick was the only one left. The two years I spent practically unable to leave my house because the paranoia had gotten so bad, even after moving so far away that there was no reason to expect to ever see any of those kids again. The way my parents did nothing about any of it, except to enroll me in an online program during my two years spent housebound. And when I finally returned to public school for my first year of high school, the careful persona I crafted to wear when I had to be around my peers—polite, helpful, friendly, and yet distant and impersonal.
I can’t pretend that he was very empathetic about it. Actually, he called me a coward at first, and when I defended myself and pointed out that I had neither the benefit of anyone to protect me nor the physical ability to adequately protect myself—and was often straight-up disciplined for trying to—he tried to deflect by claiming he hadn’t asked for my whole life story. Well, joke’s on him, because he kind of did—he just didn’t realize it when he asked.
Fact is, I don’t really care that he reacted that way. He’s Seto friggin’ Kaiba, of course he’s going to react to a big emotional story like that by trying to shut me down with an insult. It’s his usual response to that kind of thing, and I get it because sometimes I wish I could pull that kind of shit. Easier to try to shut down the discussion than to deal with everything they just told you right there on the spot; then you can go think about it in private for an hour or a week or whatever, and apply it to how you deal with that person quietly. Easier if you don’t really talk about it, easier if you don’t have to confront your own sense of empathy—or the lack thereof, and what that might mean about you as a person. And often it’s easier to deal with an angry, offended person than one who’s hurting, too. And maybe I’m being a pushover, but I can’t really hold it against him. So sue me.
I just asked him if having that information, all that background information about my life, helped him at all with the sense of imbalance in the weird relationship we found ourselves stuck with. In typical Kaiba fashion, all he really did at first was grunt at me, saying nothing.
But he didn’t go away. I let the silence lie again, and he stewed in his thoughts for most of the rest of the drive. I was taking my exit for my hometown when he finally started to communicate again.
«It’s… difficult,» he said grudgingly, as if he had to force the words out through his teeth. «Mokuba and I haven’t been seeing eye to eye on certain things lately, and he… it’s harder to get things done without him around as much. Makes for a lot of days with worse headaches.»
«What d’you mean he’s “not around as much?” Is he okay?»
«It’s nothing you need to concern yourself with, Amy. We’ve weathered bigger storms than this one; I’m confident that it’ll blow over soon enough. He’s just having trouble seeing the bigger picture on something.»
«Uh huh…. Well, as long as he’s okay, I guess.» I said slowly, turning into my neighborhood. Right. Sure they have. I didn’t really buy his dismissive answer, but decided to let him go unchallenged for now. He was talking to me, at least a little, and that was progress. Right? I parked my car in its usual spot, and switched off the headlights and ignition, but didn’t get out of the car right away. I couldn’t help it; part of me knew it was probably the wrong move, but most of my instincts were demanding that I try for sympathy, so I continued. «For what it’s worth, I’m sorry you guys are having a hard time. You obviously miss him; it must be hard to have to deal with that on top of everything else.»
«I don’t need your pity,» Seto snapped harshly, and suddenly his presence was gone from my mind.
So… yeah. Wrong move. I sighed, dragged my sorry ass back into the house, and did my reviews alone. He hasn’t been back tonight, but I don’t really think he will be, not until tomorrow. And when he does come back, we probably won’t speak of tonight’s conversation at all.
I dunno. There’s a difference between sympathy and pity, a difference I can feel when I’m the one extending it, but… well, Seto’s not the only one who can’t really recognize the difference when it’s aimed in his own direction, so I can’t help but understand. Then again, maybe he just doesn’t know how to handle someone offering some form of genuine concern for his welfare without shooting them down, I dunno. Maybe I’m just being too much of a romantic again, wishing that this soulmate bond was something that it isn’t. All I know is that whatever this was tonight, it qualified as deserving to go in this ridiculous diary, so it’s here.
And… between you and me, ye-reader-who-doth-not-exist? I’m actually worried about him. Like, genuinely worried. Something is wrong between him and Mokuba, and… unfair as it may be to him to use that information, I think I know enough about their relationship to judge whether Seto’s likely to be handling that okay. And he won’t; he isn’t. And it’s causing problems, not just for him, but for our whole project.
I don’t really know what to do. I’m going to bed, and hopefully I can get some sleep before school in the morning.
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pairing(s): jungkook x reader
summary: Some people would call you far too serious. Some would call you stuck-up. And some would call you a bitch. But to freshman Jeon Jungkook, you’re the head Calculus I TA noona  – and he’s determined to fuck you.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; intense smut (fem reader, semi-public sex, pussy spanking, fingering, m-receiving oral, doggy, dirty talk); non-idol!AU - university!AU; dom!Jungkook x sub!noona!reader, ft instigator Jimin lol
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part i | part ii | part iii | part iv
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"I think Jungkook likes you."
The lead of your mechanical pencil snapped suddenly. Stupid soft graphite. You glared at it, annoyed, and brushed the broken piece away to complete the equation. 
"Who?"
"I think he's taking the afternoon class."
You double-checked the last question and handed him his homework back. "Jimin, you used the wrong equation, here and here."
Park Jimin frowned, face falling when he saw all your corrections. Being one of your parents' friends' kids, your parents and his parents naturally asked you to help him out when he entered the same university as you. You pretty much figured the likelihood of Jimin speaking to you was zero, since he was a dance major and you were a graphics design major. You shrugged and agreed.
Except you forgot you were also the head Calculus I TA and Calculus I was a required course for all students. And, turns out, Jimin wasn't that great at math. That's why you were sitting on cushions at your coffee table in your apartment with Park Jimin, watching a music program as you checked his homework.
"Oh."
Jimin began to look over your arrows and circles. You never actually gave him the answer. He usually ended up forgetting a step in the middle and thus fucked the answer. Usually he caught on easily once you pointed it out. 
You stared at the television screen, listening to the latest hit. Not bad. Catchy. 
"I think I should tell you because he's kind of reckless," Jimin was saying.
You placed a hand under your head and took a sip of your tea, distracted by the cute MC with the blue hair. He had a cute smile. It reminded you of a bunny.
"Who?"
"Jeon Jungkook," Jimin snapped impatiently.
You raised an eyebrow and faced Jimin. "Oi. I'm correcting your homework here. I could just correct it tomorrow and hand it back to you with red marks instead," you threatened.
He pouted at you, his full lower lip sticking out. "Sorry, noona."
You sighed. "Don't call me that. Makes me feel ancient." You turned your body so you faced him as he scowled at his homework. "Okay, okay, I'm listening now. What did you want to say?"
Jimin put his pencil down immediately and began to chat like an excited gossiping auntie. Round brown eyes getting rounder, glad for a break from his math homework. You didn't want to get him started, but he was going to nag you incessantly until you let him talk.
"I think he sits in the back?" Jimin pondered. "Dark longish hair, wears a lot of black. Looks scary when he's thinking because his eyes go really wide and he furrows his brows."
You twisted your mouth to the side and thought. You only attended the class when they had quizzes or exams because during lectures the professor didn't need your help. Mostly you remembered people by their personal scores or their handwriting, because you graded everything as the head TA. Looking at people's faces wasn't really necessary, unless you were looking for cheating. 
"Can't recall. I remember his handwriting though. Not bad," you said, shrugging. "I think he's pretty highly ranked at the moment."
"I think he likes you."
You scoffed. "How did you come to that consensus?"
Jimin tapped his temple sagely. "Intuition."
"If only you used that intuition on Calculus."
He frowned at you, pouting again. You let out a puff of air, conceding.
"What do you want me to do about it?"
Jimin scratched the back of his head. "Well, er... I'm just warning you."
"... Is he a serial killer or something?"
"No, no, no!" Jimin waved his hands on the air hurriedly. "He's really nice. But he can be kind of, uh... forward."
"How old is he?" you asked, glancing at the television for a moment as you took another long sip of your tea.
"Two years younger than me."
You choked. 
"What?" you squeaked between coughs. Jimin hurried over and patted your back as you struggled, becoming pink in the face. "The fuck? Tell him to find someone his own age."
"I did!" Jimin whined. "But he's stubborn."
You rolled your eyes. "You're warning me that I have to break a poor freshman's heart?"
"Kind of."
You rubbed your throat. "Hmph. Darn whippersnappers these days."
Jimin smacked your arm, laughing. "I thought you weren't ancient?"
"I am now knowing some kid is fantasizing about their fucking Calculus TA."
You had said your comment sarcastically. You fully expected Jimin to make some joke, but he froze up a little. You looked over to him. He looked somewhat guilty, like a lost puppy who got caught stealing food. You sighed and patted his back.
"Don't worry, I won't chew your friend's heart out. Finish your homework, so I don't drop you off too late. You have practice in the morning, yeah?"
"Y-yeah, thanks."
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Forward, huh?
An understatement. 
You were sitting in one of the math department offices, laptop open, your drawing tablet in your lap, thinking. The conversation with Jimin happened about two days ago. In that time, you hadn't attended either morning or afternoon class yet, since it was only lectures. Not that it mattered, because lecture halls were massive. If this Jungkook kid sat in the back, then you probably wouldn't be able to see him anyway. At the moment, however, you were preoccupied with your assignment, to design a logo. Logo designing was difficult, especially since a school assignment didn't exactly have a real client attached to it to ask questions. 
Technically these were Calculus I office hours, but who attended office hours? Nobody.
Who attended any type of calculus office hours?
Yeah, exactly. 
You spent the time doing homework with the door open. You were the only TA that actually showed up for the office hours. Every other TA said it was a waste of time. It was. You still came through; in the off chance some poor kid decided her grade mattered. You felt bad since the actual professor wasn't very patient when people needed extra help. Also, technically you were the head TA, so you did have a bit more responsibility than the others.
Your black boots were perched on the desk as you sat back in your office chair, sketching a few ideas. If a member of the math department saw you, you would probably get in trouble. Thankfully, the math department was usually deserted. Math wasn't exactly the most social subject. 
You took a sip of your tea from your thermos, tapping your tablet pen on your black jean-covered thigh. 
"You look even better close-up, noona."
A clear, silvery, male voice cut through the silence. The voice came from the doorframe right in front of the desk. You frowned, slowly lifting your head from your tablet. How had you not heard him? Were you really that focused on your assignment?
Chucky black sneakers. Black cargo pants, slim fit. Distressed black sweater, hands casually in his pockets. Broad shoulders. Lightly tanned skin. Sharp jawline. A tiny mole under a mischievous smile. Your eyes narrowed as you made eye contact with those sparkling dark brown orbs. Long hair slicked back, with only a few wispy strands on his forehead. 
"Calculus I question?" was your response. 
His smile quirked a little higher. The young man didn't have a backpack with him. Didn't even have a piece of paper stuck under his arm. Wasn't even trying to pretend that he needed help.
"I have questions."
He didn't elaborate. You lowered your legs, placing your tablet on your laptop. 
"This is Calculus I office hours. For calculus questions only."
His eyes flickered to your laptop and tablet. Back to you. 
"Is this what the TAs should be doing during office hours?"
Suddenly, you could feel your pulse in your ears. Point taken.
"What do you want?"
He slid into the chair across from the desk, hands still in his pockets. Watching you carefully, still smiling thoughtfully. It should have been unnerving, but there was no malice in that smile. Maybe you were imagining it though, so you kept your guard up. 
"I'm Jeon Jungkook."
Yeah, I guessed, you thought wryly. "And my name is on the syllabus. What do you want?"
He tilted his head at you, studying your face. 
"How do you know Jimin-ssi?"
Isn't Jimin older than you, punk? "Our parents are friends."
He nodded slowly. He looked around the windowless office, at the three papers tacked to the wall – outdated notices – to the still open door, to the desk with your laptop, tablet, and backpack. Then to you, sitting back in the black office chair, eyebrow raised, hands half-in the sleeves of your gray flannel, cropped black sweater underneath. 
"I think you're beautiful, noona."
Your brain winced at the compliment and your hormones looked up from the abyss. Your brain scolded them to go back to their hidey-hole. You clicked your tongue. 
"I'm too old for you."
There was an ever-so-slight tick of his head. His eyes shifted downward and then flicked back up to you, almost shyly, if it wasn't for the small smirk dancing on his lips. 
"We both know such a mindset is outdated."
You felt your breath catch in your throat. The fuck? Your hormones peeked out again. Your brain was too distracted with trying to find a comeback to tell them to fuck off. You figured you better cut this off right now before it went too far. 
"This whole conversation is inappropriate," you said evenly, standing up from the chair and rolling it back. You walked around the desk and stood in front of it, balancing your ass against it. You crossed your arms over your breasts. "You should leave."
He slowly, slowly gazed up at you. Why did he look so satisfied? Your heart did a little three beat skip. Stop it. Keep it together. Jungkook got to his feet, hands still in his pockets. Then he pulled them out and pushed his sleeves up.
Oh?
Tattoos ran up his right arm, the beginnings of a sleeve. Ink black against light tan, flexed muscle. He was not a skinny pretty boy. You were so busy staring at his arms that you barely registered him placing them casually on either side of you, face right next to yours. Now you were staring down at his broad chest, at his black distressed sweater.
"Excuse me?" you snapped testily, lifting your head to look into his smug eyes. 
"I won't touch you," Jungkook murmured quietly. "Unless you ask me to."
This punk ass bitch.
You narrowed your eyes. "What makes you think I would?"
That small teasing smile came back. 
"Well, for one, you haven't actually told me you have absolutely no interest yet."
Your hormones prodded you excitedly. Your brain told them to shut up. Your eyes moved to the open door behind his head, looking into the empty hall, trying to keep a balanced, even tone. It came out a little sharper than you intended.
"Door's wide open."
"Embarrassed to be seen with me?" Jungkook purred, breath on your cheek. 
You tried not to react even though your hormones were fucking losing it. "What about you?" you shot back sharply. 
You heard Jungkook chuckle. "Fuck no I'm not." Your heart jerked heading the crude word come out so daintily and casually from his lips. "I want to be seen with you. All the time. In every position." 
You finally tore your eyes from the open door to give him the side-eye. "Real big words there."
Jungkook smirked. "I'm giving you a chance to tell me no. It's taking everything in me not to bend you over this desk right now and fuck your brains out."
You sucked in a breath. Accidentally. Not on purpose. There's absolutely no way Jungkook would have noticed unless he was literally right next to you. Which he was. Shit. He leaned in closer, still not actually touching you. 
"You like that idea?" he breathed, the lust evident in his voice, not even trying to hide it. 
"I am not some easy bitch at the club, Jungkook. This is the fucking math department," you scolded, eye-level to the base of his neck, wanting very badly to make out with it.
Now it was his turn to inhale sharply. He pulled his head back, and now you were face-to-face with those dark, dark eyes, falling, falling, your body screaming at you to do more. And still you didn’t, torn between reason and instinct.
"I'm so pissed," he growled, breath against your lips. "That the first time I hear you say my name, I wasn't watching your pretty lips form it."
Those few strands brushed against his exposed forehead, framing his furrowed brow and those intense dark brown eyes, making you breathless, telling you that you should, even though the last shreds of reason were telling you, do not, do not, do not give in to Jeon Jungkook. 
"It's the middle of the damn day," you murmured.
"And you make me horny every second of every day," he groaned, so close now that his nose almost touched yours. "With your stem stare, your assertive stride, your well-spoken words, and your beautiful body that demands to be kissed, loved, fucked." He panted, shoulders shaking. "God, I want you under me so bad. You have no idea, noona."
Resolve? Hello, where are you?
You raised an eyebrow. "You think you're enough for me?"
His dark eyes gleamed. 
"I know I am."
Your eyes flickered to the open door, the vacant hall, feeling Jungkook's body heat hovering so close, so close to you, and then you shifted your eyes back to him. Your brain was screaming at you and your hormones bonked your brain silent. The words at the tip of your tongue came tumbling out, nothing to hold them back anymore. 
"Let's see."
And then you kissed him.
Jungkook’s reaction was immediate, his large hands leaving the desk, grabbing your waist, ramming his crotch into you. You gasped against his soft lips and he slid his tongue inside, playing with yours, moaning, kissing you hungrily. His fingers pressed into you through your clothes, strong, tight, unforgiving. Your eyes flew open, surprised at his eagerness. He retreated his tongue and nipped at your lower lip, sucking on it lightly. You shivered, feeling him lift you onto the desk, pushing your legs open with his hips, grinding against you. He kissed down your chin, lifting your head impatiently, moaning against your skin. Every gentle kiss a jolt to your system, contrasting with his rough hands kneading your waist, pulling you close against his firm body, the fucking desk cutting into your thighs, eyelids fluttering.
There was movement at the door.
You froze.
Jungkook’s lips latched onto your neck, sucking sharply. You choked back a wanton moan, seeing a familiar face. A familiar, plump smile with cute, lovely eyes. He waved a small hand at you and reached for the doorknob, locking it from the inside before winking at you and closing the door silently.
Park fucking Jimin.
That bas–
Your thought was sharply cut off by Jungkook nipping at your throat, hissing as he rolled his hips into your thigh, a distinct bulge pressing into you. He yanked down the front of your sweater, sucking on the space right between your collarbones. You whimpered and shuddered, wrapping a leg around his waist and hooking him towards you, hands finally leaving your chest and grabbing his, fingers getting caught in the holes of his sweater.
“Fuck,” he growled. “I’m so fucking hard already because you’re so fucking hot.”
You caught yourself against the desk, elbow slamming onto the wood. You winced. “I haven’t done shit,” you said, surprised to feel your lips slightly swollen.
Jungkook grinned. “You don’t have to. Just you below me is enough.”
You glared at him and he bent over the desk, grabbing the back of your head, pushing your face to his, kissing you again, stealing your breath. It was the perfect mix of force and desperation, leaving you yielding, back arching as he sucked on your tongue, bobbing his head up and down slightly to pull on it. You tried not to make noise – everything was already too noisy anyway – only crying out softly when he let you go. Now you were on your elbows with Jungkook towering over you, licking his lips, the spare strands now stuck to his exposed forehead. His eyes roamed over your body before landing back on your face. You gave him your best questioning look.
He chuckled darkly. “I want to rip all your clothes off, but something tells me you will be upset with me.”
You narrowed your eyes. “Because this is still the middle of the math department, let me remind you, Jungkook.” You huffed. “I don’t live here. Don’t get crazy.”
He grinned, leaning forward. “Say my name again, noona. God, let me watch your delicious lips speak my fucking name.”
You raised your eyebrows. Then you felt his hands on your jeans, undoing the button, making you jump. The zipper going down, down. He yanked at the seam, digging it into your already wet pussy, shoving your panties into your slit.
“A-ah, Jungkook…”
Oh fuck. That sounded kind of pathetic.
He bit his lower lip, and yanked again.
“J-Jungkook, ah…” Your eyelids fluttered, trying to keep your strict demeanor.
“Fuck,” he hissed, firmly gripping the waistband of your jeans and pulling them down your ass, half-dragging your panties down. “You like that, noona? Do you want me to be rough with you?”
You prayed to the higher power that he would just take the damn hint and not make you say it. But Jungkook was dragging your panties back up, the thin black fabric being sucked into your folds and ass as he pulled them far too high. You gasped, trying not to look down, trying not to look at his face. But he grabbed your chin, dragging you back to him, making you open your glazed eyes, making you see his excited expression.
“Look at me, noona.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Jungkook held the front of your panties and pulled, hard. You had to choke back a moan, the fabric nearly ripping, rubbing harshly against your clit. You felt the squelch of you getting wetter, hearing it clearly as he yanked at it, stimulating your clit.
“Tell me you don’t like it, noona,” Jungkook whispered hotly, letting go of your chin. “Tell me and I’ll stop.”
You spread your legs involuntarily, trying very hard not to make a fucking sound, but it was already obvious by your fists clenched against the desk, your widespread legs, and your pussy lips practically sucking your panties in, so much so that they nearly disappeared into you.
Jungkook snuck a glance down, gasping softly at your glistening pussy being tortured by your panties. He dropped to his knees and you had only one second to be confused before Jungkook’s tongue licked up your slit. You had to slap a hand over your mouth to avoid crying out, leaving your sounds limited to muffled whimpers as he lapped at your juices, groaning into you. Your entire lower body vibrated as he teased your covered clit, smushing the fabric into your deeper, rougher. Your hips strained, trying to hump his face but only digging your panties into you harder.
You removed your hand from your face, biting on your tongue to regain some semblance of thought so you fucking talk.
“T-take it off…” you gasped. You looked down, seeing his mischievous eyes above your quivering mound, licking his lips slowly, pink tongue tracing the contours of his mouth.
Jungkook raised his hand.
Smack!
This time you had to actually shove to knuckles into your mouth and mute your squeal as pain radiated through you, your pussy stinging. He slapped you again, right on your clit, hard, making your throw your head back and nearly hit the desk, hips raising to meet him. Oh, God. He pressed his finger against your aching clit, rubbing hard, standing up to bend over you, an impossibly strong presence as he pleasured you.
“Say it, noona,” he breathed. “Tell me you like getting your pussy spanked.”
He was rubbing your clit so hard that you felt your hips raise into it, eyes rolling back into your head.
“Say it or I’ll stop,” he warned menacingly, voice so low it ripped through you.
You tore your knuckles out of your mouth. “Don’t stop, please, fuck, Jungkook, I love it when you spank my clit, fuck, please, fuck.” The words came jumbling out in a rushed, half-panicked whisper, cut off by your sharp gasp as your orgasm clawed into you. You felt Jungkook slap his free hand over your mouth, shutting off your wail as your throbbed into his hand, turning into helpless whines as he spanked your clit hard and fast, accentuating your high with waves of sudden, aching pain. You pushed his hand away, pressing your head against the desk, gasping.
“Harder, please, Jungkook, harder.”
He was staring at your fucked-out face, massaging your throbbing pussy with his palm, coating his fingers with your cum. Your voice a thin moan, hips rutting into him.
“Believe me, I want to,” he snarled. “I want to so fucking bad, noona, but we’re already loud enough and you’re making a fucking mess.”
He pulled your panties down, nearly useless at this point and roughly shoved two fingers into you. You gasped, tongue lolling out and he took the chance to put two fingers of his free hand into your mouth, rubbing your wet tongue. You could feel every joint, the calluses of his fingertips as he thrust them into you, slopping, wet sounds accompanying his movements.
“Fuck, look at you, noona, sucking in my fingers, letting me fuck your mouth,” Jungkook murmured, centimeters away from your face. “I haven’t even fucked you with my cock yet and you’re already taking me so well.”
If you could think, you probably would have a snappy response, but Jungkook was stuffing his fingers into your mouth and scissoring the others inside your pussy, driving you insane. You made eye contact with Jungkook, him and his blown-out pupils, his lips trembling as he rammed his fingers into your holes faster, harder, sliding you up the wooden desk. Something inside you snapped and you squeezed your eyes shut, your body shaking as you came again, trying to yell, but unable to because Jungkook shoved his fingers into your throat, making you almost choke if it wasn’t for your own expertise. An embarrassing amount of liquid poured down his hand and wrist, dripping down your thighs. You clamped your legs shut, burying his hand, hips jerking as the aftershocks rippled through you.
You heard Jungkook swallow loudly, jaw tight. He slowly pulled his fingers out of both holes, strings of bodily fluid following him as he did so. Your shaking knees were barely holding your lower body up, jeans constricting your calves and your upper body way too fucking hot.
You laid back on the wood, trying to catch your breath. Was it a fucking cliché? Probably. You felt Jungkook lift himself off the desk and you closed your eyes, chest heaving. Of course. He was just going to leave you like this, tearing your secret out of you and then leaving to boast about how he turned the head Calculus I TA into a helpless, submissive puddle of goo without even actually fucking you. Why did you even bother–
You suddenly felt the desk creak and snapped your eyes open to Jungkook climbing onto it, straddling your chest, unzipping his pants right in front of your face. His slicked hair was becoming unfurled now, more and more dark strands falling down around his ears. His brow furrowed, eyes so wide and focused you weren’t even sure he was actually looking at you.
“Uh–”
He reached in his black boxer briefs impatiently and pulled out his thick, leaking cock. Your eyes widened and his found yours, glittering with arousal. A smear of pre-cum grazed your cheek as he adjusted his position to push the red, bulbous tip against your lips.
“I want to fuck you, noona, but you have to clean me up,” Jungkook breathed, gently asking you but also trying to greedily push his dick into your mouth.
You could say something, but somehow you concluded you were going to be muffled anyway, so you opened your mouth, tongue snaking out and licking the head. Flat, wide, and all over, coating your tongue with his pre-cum, moaning at his taste. Jungkook sunk his teeth into his lower lip, hissing softly as he spread his legs even more, lowering himself slowly into your mouth. You licked around his cock before closing your lips and sucking, growing wet as he thrust his hips into your mouth, slow and steady, eyes closed. You reached up to hold onto his thighs, whimpering as you felt his muscular quads through his pants. He opened his eyes and looked down at you, sliding his cock in a little deeper, hitting the back of your throat.
“Fuck, noona, so fucking sexy, taking my cock like that,” he groaned, reaching down and pushing your hair out of your eyes. His dark hair hung down, framing his face in shadow, making your pussy throb at the image. “Makes me want to fill all your holes up, makes me want to coat you with my cum and see you covered in it, messy and dirty with me.”
You couldn’t say anything so you just whined, nails digging into his covered thighs.
“You want that?” His voice dropped several octaves again. Your skin prickled hotly with every word. “You want me to jack off all over you and leave you a mess covered with my cum?”
You squeezed your thighs together, desperate for friction, now moving your head to suck harder, rubbing the tip fiercely against the back of your throat.
“F-fuck,” he gritted out. He tapped your hand hurriedly, eyelids fluttering. “S-stop, stop.” You whimpered, sadly looking up at him. He chuckled, rubbing your knuckles soothingly.
Look here you little shit, you can’t say all that dirty stuff and not expect me to be horny, your eyes were telling him.
“I know, I know,” he purred. “But I want to fuck your pussy and office hours are almost over…”
You glowered at him, but reluctantly unhinged your jaw, opening your lips. He slid out, gasping, hitting you in the chin and getting the front of your sweater wet.
“You’re a jerk,” you muttered as he climbed off you.
Jungkook chuckled. “Sorry, noona.”
You shook your hair and reached into your backpack, pulling out a condom, only to turn around and see Jungkook pulling one out of his back pocket.
“Oh.” You blinked at him. “You’re prepared.”
Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows. “I knew what I was coming for.”
A muscle in your brow twitched as he tucked his tongue in his cheek, grinning widely at you as he ripped it open and slid it on slowly, rolling it down his thick cock. His voice changed, dipping raspy and low.
“Turn around.”
Part of you wanted to fight, but then you spied the time. You rolled onto your stomach, sighing exaggeratedly as your legs tangled a bit in your jeans. You felt Jungkook’s presence behind you as he bent over your back, hand sliding over your lips and covering your mouth.
“Sigh all you want, noona,” he growled, chuckling as you shivered. “Just don’t scream when I’m fucking you.”
Your eyes widened as you felt the head press against your puffy pussy lips, pushing in forcefully, expanding your tight little hole as his cock entered you, his moan against your ear, your name dripping with lust. Both of you still mostly clothed, but his cock sliding deep, deep inside you, his teeth on your earlobe. Your walls throbbed around him, squeezing him. He gasped, jutting his hips experimentally into you. A stifled moan sneaked past his fingers, your tongue licking them lightly.
“That’s it,” he breathed. “Nice and tight for me, bent over this desk.” He nipped at your ear, whispering softly as he began to fuck you. “What if someone hears you, whimpering for my cock, begging to be fucked?”
Your hands clenched into fists, eyes fluttering shut, feeling him pound you into the wood, deep and slow and far too perfect.
“Noona, what if someone sees you?” His voice like smoke, invading all your thoughts, threatening your dreams, cursing you with the feeling of his lips on your ear and his hips pounding your ass. “Proper, harsh, strict noona turning into a slut for this cock, bent over this desk and humping my hips so you can get this dick deeper inside you?”
You squeezed your eyes shut and wiggled your ass against his cock. He thrust his hips harder into you, jerking you forcefully upwards, your thighs smacking against the desk. Light flickered in front of your closed eyelids and you opened them, seeing your phone screen glaring at you. A message from Jimin. Finish already! You struggled to say his name and Jungkook lifted his hand for a moment to hear your shaking breath.
“Jungkook,” you panted. “Time.”
He covered your mouth again. “You’re right,” he grunted, rolling his hips into you, biting back his moans as you clenched around him. The wet, slapping sounds became louder as he changed his angle, fucking you roughly into the table. It pushed your hips up and you clung onto the edge of the desk, moaning around his hand, tongue pressed flat against his palm as he fucked you with reckless abandon, beating a damn indent of the edge of the desk into your thighs. The dull ache was going to lead to a bruise, but you didn’t care, pushing your hips back to meet him. A choked wail vibrated in your throat as you came again, whole body lurching as he sunk his teeth into your clothed shoulder, groaning as he came inside you, cock twitching and throbbing against your walls. You felt the condom expand, matched with Jungkook’s hiss as he pumped into you. You pulsed your pussy around him and he detached his mouth, whispering your name against your ear.
“You’re dirty, noona,” he rasped, the words so breathless they made you shiver. “I love it.”
You shakily reached up and peeled his hand from your mouth, gasping as he straightened to hold the condom and pull out of you. Fuck. Oh fuck. You scrambled for your phone, seeing Jimin’s text.
You better rush outta there, noona.
You heard the wet, peeling sound of Jungkook pulling the used condom off gingerly. You turned around, hissing at Jungkook before he threw it in the trash.
“Are you crazy?” you muttered, snatching it from him. “Someone will see.”
Jungkook blinked at you. “What else do I do with it?”
You glared at him and tied it up, grabbing some tissues and wrapping it inside. Then you shoved it in your backpack, along with your laptop, your tablet, the spare condom, and reaching over the desk to unplug your laptop’s AC adaptor so you could shove that in your bag too.
“Fuck, your ass is so sexy,” Jungkook marveled behind you.
“Jungkook, we have to get the fuck out of here, so pack your damn dick,” you ordered, yanking your jeans up. Squelch. You sucked in your lower lip in at the cold, uncomfortable sensation of your soaked panties. You zipped your bag and checked around the desk to make sure you took everything. You grabbed your phone and shoved it in your back pocket, turning around to see Jungkook rezipping his pants. Thank God. You might have been tempted if he hadn’t listened to you. Then you remembered the two bits of condom wrapping on the floor and picked those up too, shoving them in your other pocket.
Jungkook smirked at you. “So thorough, noona.”
You scowled at him. Maybe he hadn’t been in this situation before, but you sure as hell have.
“Stay here for twenty seconds and then leave.”
Jungkook pouted at you. You felt your heart skip a beat.
“But I don’t even have your number.”
You rolled your eyes. “Ask Jimin. You two are in cahoots anyway.” You popped your head out, looking around. No one. You popped your head back in. “Also, you owe me new panties the next time I see your smug little face, you punk,” you added, tone irate.
He smirked at you; his long dark hair wispy around his playful eyes.
You gave him one last look before you tore your eyes away, rushing through every back stairway to get the hell out of there before someone could realize you just fucked a freshman during office hours, your slopping, torn-up panties reminding you with every step that you really needed Jeon Jungkook to fuck you again.
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part ii
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solarmorrigan · 2 years
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Hey hey hey let’s talk for a minute about Hermann and Newt and art
Specifically, let’s talk about Hermann and Newt and drawing, because we don’t have time to get into the concept of science as an art, okay, it’s a worthy talk to have but that’s not what we’re doing right now
Consider instead, if you will, Newt having a big hand in designing his own tattoos (and probably drawing them onto his own skin as he was planning them, because visualizing something just isn’t as good as seeing it in action, and it’s not like the marker didn’t wash off. eventually.). Consider him constantly doodling kaiju and movie monsters in the margins of his notes and on any piece of spare paper he has, because he thinks better when his hands are busy. Consider Hermann drawing the most precise and complex geometric patterns. They look like they must have been a nightmare to get right, all perfectly interlocking shapes and angles, but he finds it amazingly relaxing (and look, see? Math is beautiful)
Hermann has sets of specifically designated sketch pencils and fancy erasers, and Newt almost never draws with anything other than colored pencil or biro. Herman has legions of straightedges and stencils and will do thumbnails and color swatches when he has an actual cohesive piece in mind; Newt just doodles and scribbles out what he doesn’t want and doodles some more until he feels like he has a good idea of the finished product. They both have legions of battered and beloved old sketchbooks stored up somewhere
Newt can draw amazingly detailed, lovingly-rendered anatomical diagrams of any number of living things, cannot draw a human face to save his life. Hermann’s favorite thing to draw is actually space, but he’ll never admit to it because it’s not accurate, it’s all misplaced nebulas and shooting stars and out-of-proportion moons
Sometimes Hermann steals Newt’s markers to color fantastical planets. Sometimes Newt steals one of Hermann’s rulers so he can draw a city in perspective before he draws in the giant monster knocking it down
Sometimes they end up drawing together, or at least in the same space, both unwinding and both, for once, quiet. Because it’s one thing to criticize each other’s work and to point out each other’s flaws, but drawing– drawing seems softer than that. A thing that neither of them fully shares with the rest of the world, maybe something they learned during their letter-writing days and filed under the sparsely populated category of “Do Not Touch,” something that should simply be taken as is
And it’s nice. It’s a nice sort of break when usually the things they do with their hands foretell destruction. For a little while, it’s nice to relax and create, instead
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anothertimdrakestan · 3 years
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Batboys Helping You Out During Finals/Uni Deadlines HC
req: hey can i make a hc request for how the batboys would help their so if she was really stressed about uni work and deadlines? i’m drowning in work rn and i wish i had a batboy to make everything better lmao
hiya! i wanted to churn this out quick so your uni work is still goin but heres a couple mini HC’s for the batboys! 
Dick Grayson:
- Dick would be the best comfort for you, always ready to let you melt into his arms after you submit an assignment or just drag you to be if just for a couple hours because “no one can work with brain fog y/n!!!”
- seeing you all productive would make him wanna be productive too so you’d probably find him starting new cases or even painting the walls of his apartment a new color while you tease him about being “so bored without your company” to which he openly agrees, making your promise he gets a whole day of your time to himself when you’re done with uni work- it just makes you wanna grind out the work faster which is always a plus
- he’d understand completely how busy you are and would take it upon himself to make sure you get at least one meal in before heading back to the grind, he’d probably beg Alfred to make some kind of delicious pastry he can deliver to you with that perfect grin on his face : )
Jason Todd:
- for the assignments you don’t want to do Jason is finding the answers on the Chegg account he got Tim to hack into or he’s photo math-ing all your useless assignments for you
- I feel like he’d also be very touchy when you’re focused, constantly scooping you up so you’re typing essays in his lap while he peppers kisses down your jaw or massages your shoulders while whispering dangerous things in your ear that may or may not distract you... depending on your willpower and necessity to finish the assignments
- He may even whip out his chef skills and bring you a soup or warm meal that he’d been working on all day, you love studying while he cooks because you can hear music and Jason’s soft humming from the kitchen as well as the delicious aromas circulating your apartment all day long
Tim Drake:
- Not only would Tim be consistently offering up himself to help you with your work, mans would be at your side to hype you up and keep you focused on the work
- it’s like those pinterest couples where they work for the same hours together to hold each other accountable then take fun breaks together like face masks, take out, and a movie or two
- Tim is unbelievable caring and would always be bringing you water and snacks trying to make sure his favorite person in the world is as healthy as you can be during rough amounts of work
Damian Wayne:
- Damian would realize that you need to grind, and for some reason I think he’d just start channeling Alfred energy
- He’d make his room a Y/N Nest, blankets, pencils, laptop chargers, his hoodies, food- all ready for you whenever you ask. It makes some deep caring part of him melt when you say “thank you bubs” after he brings you whatever you asked for, he’d bring you the moon if you asked for it- just to see his favorite smile
- Dami is completely content to sit with a sketch pad for five hours straight, trying to capture the way your brows furrow when you’re focused and that exact moment you get the answer or the next idea for your work, he’d love just getting an excuse to be in your presence for an extended period of time
Duke Thomas:
- Duke would want to make sure you’re getting fresh air and a change of scenery, he’d help you pack up some of your stuff and carry it down to the library or a little cafe where he’d sip a latte and do his own classwork, taking breaks just to admire the beauty in front of him
- running back home to your apartment after you lost track of time but got so much done, thanking Duke with a kiss that makes his cheeks heat up as he mumbles some thanks for helping him focus to, though you knew he was almost undeniably there for you
- shutting the door behind you, wrapped in the jacket he gave you during the sprint home and holding it close to your chest while you stay up to finish the last of your assignments, Duke would be punching the air with excitement that he finally got the unofficial date of his dreams, now he just had to think of a way to officially ask you out... but that can wait til your deadlines are done : )
I hope this helps! Last week was when all my assignments were due and I like actually died a little on the inside so I wish you the best of luck! <3
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hey! if your requests are still open can I request a hc w/ tsuki nd akashi with their s/o who doesn’t like studying. they aren’t academic but more creative and would rather spend their time painting and the last thing they would do is study. how would the couple rs work? would they push their s/o to study? XDD
hello hello!! i love this request a lot so i’ll be getting to this before the costume requests but ahhh!! i relate to this y/n so much. i did a visual arts kind of y/n for akaashi and a writing y/n for tsukki (because hahah i love a bit of self-insert)
Akaashi: 
you guys are not just classmates but seatmates too and before you got together, akaashi would kind of notice that you were a notebook doodler
like instead of copying down notes from the board you’ll be doodling cartoon-y figures and flowers on the margins of your notebook
because of that your teacher would often comment on your notebook and call on you often to pay attention 
instead of laughing at you like the rest of the class, akaashi actually thinks that your doodles look cool and he loves glancing at your notebook for the new drawing of the day time and again
akaashi also know that you really shine during your art classes. he can tell you’re always excited and your pieces always look amazing
he actually tried to get close to you and befriend you by asking for help when he had to make a painting and he loved how you were also eager to help
after you guys got together akaashi would often visit your house for study session and just to hang out
your room is basically a studio. your desk is covered with different kinds of art materials with sketches pinned to your wall 
you also have an easel set up in the middle of your room with a half-finished painting on it with your brushes and paints on the side table
the first thing he notices is how much your room smells of paint and paint cleaner
and you, having gotten used to it, don’t notice anything (you have to open some windows though so that akaashi doesn’t die from the fumes)
but he loves the creative mess that is your room. one of the things he loves to do with you is clean your brushes (idk but i find it super relaxing)
like he’ll just sit down with you on the floor, put on some music, and clean your paintbrushes with you
akaashi also finds it cute that you always have ink or streaks of paint on your face and hands. he always brings wipes to clean you up
he’s also super encouraging with your art. he loves to watch you paint and see the things you create
he’d definitely help you study but push you enough for you to reach the bare minimum that you want to pass your class. akaashi understands that you don’t have to excel at academics if there’s something else you want to do
he helps you study just enough for you to pass your classes and he’s an awesome tutor. super patient and will encourage you to study with him
Tsukishima 
he and the rest of your classmates know you for your really awesome grades in your literature subjects, but not so much in other subjects
reading and analyzing stories was just generally your thing but what you loved the most was writing these stories
tsukishima kind of knew that you were in the Literature Club and he read some of your short stories that you guys compiled
but he was mainly impacted by your work with the Drama Club wherein you wrote a script for their production (tsukishima was hella moved)
he ended up complimenting you for it one day and you were kinda flustered by it since you’ve lowkey been crushing on him for a while 
after you got together he was the biggest supporter of your work (although he’s not so vocal about it)
tsukishima likes it when you ask him to comment on or workshop your pieces because he thinks it’s awesome that you would trust him with such a task
also helps you out by pushing you to study. he knows you don’t love studying (especially with things like math and science) but he’s like ‘if you want to get into the university you want, you better grit your teeth through it for now’
tsukishima knows your mind has probably wandered off after just a few minutes of studying and has to snap you back to reality
eventually got you to focus more on science by convincing you that you could use it for your writing (and it works)
lowkey finds it funny that your search history is full of the most random things. from ‘tobacco prices in the 19th century’ to ‘how fast would it take to bleed out from a knife wound’
he’s also the one who pushed you create a blog for all your writing and he goes through it every day to see everything from your content to your rants 
 you kind of bug him a lot whenever you have writer’s block so he has to put up with you begging to watch a movie with him or go somewhere
eventually he relents with the condition that you buy him cake
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Boys Like You (Steve Harrington/Reader)
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Summary: You’re sure Steve Harrington will never notice you. Billy Hargrove sets out to prove you wrong. 
Word Count: 2.2k
Author’s Note: Inspired by the song Boys Like You by Kids at Midnight. This is my first Steve Harrington fic, so I’m a bit nervous about this. If you like this, then letting me know would make my day. 
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"Harrington again? Really, Y/N?"
"Shut up," you muttered, clutching your journal closer to your chest.  
Billy shot you an unimpressed look before glancing pointedly at the journal. Or maybe he was looking at your chest. With Billy, it was always a little hard to tell. 
"He's never going to stop sniffing after Wheeler," Billy pointed out as he dropped down into the seat beside you. "So, you should probably stop pining away for him in your little diary."
"Shut up," you repeated, shooting him a glare before you turned to drop your journal into your backpack.  
"I'm just saying," Billy started as he leaned closer to you. "I wouldn't mind helping you get over your broken heart."
You quirked an eyebrow at him, unaffected by his attempt at a come-on. "Just get your textbook out. We've got work to do," you reminded him as you flipped open your math notebook.  
You weren't really thrilled when Mrs. Green asked you to tutor Billy Hargrove. It wasn't even because you knew he was a shameless flirt and would attempt to get in your pants at every turn. It was because he was truly apathetic about the subject and you knew you would have your work cut out for you.  
After the first few sessions, you were more than a little surprised to realize that you were bonding with Billy. He always came off as a smart-ass who couldn't give less of a damn about school or anyone in it. It didn't take you many after-school tutoring lessons with him to realize that it was mostly just a façade. He acted tough and gave everyone shit, but there was something else going on with him. You just weren't quite sure what it was yet.  
When he caught you watching Steve and Nancy do their little heartbroken dance around each other, you were more than a bit worried that he would use your pathetic crush against you.  
Instead, he scoffed and shook his head before slinging his arm around your shoulders to steer you away from the former couple. "You can do better than Princess Steve, Y/N."
"What?" You were shocked by his words. He almost sounded like he cared.  
"Harrington has his nose stuck so far up Wheeler's ass," Billy continued with a roll of his eyes. "You deserve someone who's going to give you every ounce of their attention," he purred, a smirk forming on his face.  
"And there it is," you muttered before shaking off his arm from around your shoulders. "You're shameless," you told him before you walked away from him, ignoring the sound of his laugh as it followed you down the hallway.  
Now, Billy was considering you with an expression on his face that nearly had you concerned.  
"Okay," he drawled before he nodded his head.  
"Okay?" You couldn't help but wonder what he meant.  
"Okay," he confirmed before he opened his textbook and began to idly flip through the pages.  
"Okay?" You repeated, worry leaking through in your tone.  
His pleased smirk did nothing to reassure you about his intentions.  
You really should have known that he would find a way to fuck you over, though. It didn't happen until your third period math class the next day. Billy had taken to sitting in the seat next to yours. He claimed it was because he wanted to copy your work, but you couldn't help but start to suspect that Billy might actually think of you as a friend.  
You were waiting for him to drop down into the seat next to yours, but instead you noticed he took Steve's usual seat near the front.  
"Billy," you hissed in an attempt to get his attention.  
Billy glanced at you over his shoulder before sending you a wink. He then leaned across the aisle to start talking to Steve's usual neighbor, feigning interest in her backpack of all things.  
You were going to attempt to drag Billy to his rightful seat before you noticed Steve walk into the room. You felt your face flush as you dropped your gaze down to your notebook. You toyed with the cover, nearly ripping off the corner in your desperate bid for a distraction.  
"Move it, Billy," you heard Steve demand as he pulled to a stop near his desk.  
"Don't be rude, Harrington," Billy told Steve as he gestured towards the girl across the aisle from him. You noticed she looked nearly dazed at having Billy Hargrove's attention solely on her. "We're talking. Just take my seat today."
You shook your head and wished that you were brave enough to fling your notebook at his head. You really didn't want to draw any attention to yourself, though.  
You heard Steve huff out a defeated sigh before he continued down the aisle in your direction. You noticed Billy track his movements, a satisfied grin on his face, before he nodded at you.  
You bit your lip, burying the urge to yell at him as Steve slid into the seat next to yours.  
"That guy is a real asshole," Steve grumbled as he slumped further down in his seat. "How do you stand him?"
You froze for a moment as you racked your brain for a witty reply. Wasn't that why Steve liked Nancy? She was clever and funny and intelligent and beautiful. Even though she was with Jonathan Byers, he still seemed to be so smitten over her. What if you didn't quite measure up?  
"Uh," you managed to get out before glancing quickly to him. "By only listening to about ten percent of what he actually says?"
Steve studied you for a moment before he snorted in approval. "He's lucky you give him that much," he observed before he pulled a pair of sunglasses out of the front pocket of his coat and slipped them onto his face.  
You weren't sure if you were meant to say anything else, so you turned your attention towards the front of the class. You were aware of Steve twirling a pencil between his fingers as he waited for class to start. You wanted nothing more than to reach into your backpack and grab your journal. You had started a sketch of Steve the day before that you wanted to finish. There was an expression on his face now you longed to capture, but you wouldn't risk it with him sitting right next to you.  
It was bad enough that Billy had caught a glimpse of the sketch, but if Steve happened to see it?
You didn't think you would manage to live through that kind of humiliation.  
You were distracted for a moment by the sound of Billy's laughter. You couldn't help but wonder if he had another motive besides playing wingman for you with Steve as he leaned in closer to the girl next to him.  
You rolled your eyes before you shot a helpless glance at Steve.  
You were surprised to see that he was already considering you.  
"Sorry," he told you when he realized you caught him staring. "It's just..." he trailed off before shooting a look at Billy. "Aren't you two together?"
"No," you hastily denied with a quick shake of your head. "I'm tutoring him," you simply offered as an explanation. That wasn't really the right description for your relationship with Billy now, but you were hesitant to throw the 'friend' title around. Billy Hargrove didn't really seem the type to have friends and you didn't want to assume you were anything more to him than a way to get a better grade.  
"Huh," Steve breathed in acknowledgement.  
When he didn't offer anything else, you tried to think of a way to further the conversation. You longed to talk to Steve. You didn't really care about anything trivial like his previous status as high school royalty or his looks or perfect hair.  
No, your crush reached all the way back to elementary school when Tommy Hagan accidentally bumped into you at recess in second grade and sent you sprawling on the asphalt of the basketball court. You had tears in your eyes as you looked down at the scrapes on your knees, blood beginning to well in the cuts.  
Steve had been there to pick you up and escort you to the nurse's office. He stayed with you until the nurse assured him you would be fine.  
It only took one act of chivalry to spark a crush that would persist for ten long years.  
Over the years, you shied away from Steve. He had everyone wrapped around his finger and you couldn't help but think that you were nowhere near cool enough to warrant his attention. You spent so many afternoons in your kitchen lamenting your crush on Steve to your mom. She always tried to console you with a promise that you were far too special to hide from a boy you would forget about once you graduated high school.  
You knew better, though. You didn't think there would ever be anything or anyone capable of overthrowing Steve's reign over your thoughts.  
It didn’t help that things had changed. Steve had changed. He shook off his ‘King Steve’ status during junior year after he started dating Nancy Wheeler and started an unlikely friendship with Jonathan Byers.  
You knew you still didn’t stand a chance, but once word of Nancy dumping Steve started circulating around school, a foolish little flame of hope started to spark within you.  
You never would have thought that Billy Hargrove would be the one to try to keep it lit.  
When class started, you thought you lost the opportunity Billy had gifted to you. You were sure that Steve would zone out during class or attempt to listen to Mrs. Green’s lesson.  
You startled when the paper ball landed on your desk just a few minutes into Mrs. Green's lecture.  
You glanced to Steve in question, but he had his head tipped back as he seemingly stared at the ceiling.  
You slowly uncrumpled the piece of paper before reading the note scribbled on the page.  
You getting any of this?
You couldn't help the tiny smile that stole across your face at seeing Steve's message.  
You carefully wrote your own reply before slipping the paper back onto his desk once Mrs. Green's attention was back on the chalkboard.  
You managed to keep a conversation going with Steve for the whole class. You felt a little thrill whenever he chuckled or grinned at whatever you had written in response to his words.  
A part of you couldn't help but think that this was finally it. Steve had noticed you and you were finally having a conversation. Better yet, Steve seemed invested in what you had to say.  
By the end of class, you were starting to crave his responses. You hated that you had managed to go from hopelessly crushing on Steve to hopefully anticipating more of his attention.
You took your time packing up your things in a vain attempt to stall. Your next class was sadly Steve-free and you wished for one sign that you weren't being misguided to think that Steve wanted to keep talking to you.  
"So, hey," Steve started as he turned towards you. "I think..." he trailed off, his focus turning towards Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers as they passed by the doorway of the classroom.  
"You think?" You prompted when he didn't seem like he planned on elaborating.  
"I'll see you later," Steve mumbled before he hurried from the room. You felt yourself practically deflate at the sound of him calling Nancy's name.  
"Come on," Billy coaxed as he grabbed your backpack. "I saw you passing your little notes to Harrington. Fess up, Y/N. You got a date yet or what?"
"No," you answered as you reached out to try to take your backpack from Billy.  
Billy carefully held your backpack just out of reach as he turned towards the door. “Well, something must’ve happened,” he pointed out as you trailed dejectedly after him.  
“Nothing happened,” you told him before you finally managed to pull your backpack from his grasp.  
"Ah," Billy mused when he led you out into the hallway and caught sight of Steve talking to Nancy. Billy clapped a hand to your shoulder and began to lead you away from the pair. "Tough break, kid," he muttered, completely ignoring the fact that you were the same age. "We'll just try harder next time."
"Please don't," you pleaded as you tried to forget how mortified you felt in that moment. You didn't think you could take more heartbreak or a possible rejection from Steve. You would simply live out the rest of your senior year with your head down and ignoring your feelings for Steve Harrington. They hadn't gotten you anywhere in a decade and you doubted they would be much use to you now.  
"Too late," Billy responded with a shake of his head. "I can't take you moping about anymore, so if it's Harrington you want, then it's Harrington you'll get."
You considered Billy for a moment, wondering why he was so adamant about fixing you up with Steve. As far as you were aware, they hated each other. But one look at Billy's earnest expression had you caving.  
"Fine," you finally conceded with an exasperated groan. "Do your worst."
"Oh, I plan to," Billy assured with you a smug grin that did nothing to quell your nerves.
Author’s Note: Part 2???
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A Cure for Insomnia CH.4
WARNING OF DEPICTION OF A PANIC ATTACK and mentions of drugging. 
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The rest of the day went by pretty uneventfully. That is after Nate lectured you about stranger danger and how you couldn't just walk forty miles in two hours. You really have no clue how you messed up the math that bad or how calling Nate for a ride never crossed your mind. Nate made you promise not to get into another stranger's car, especially without knowing their fucking names.
“I mean seriously YN, you just hopped in their car because they had a dog?! That's literally the first thing they tell you not to do when you learn about stranger danger!” he said munching on a boston cream donut. It was a good thing you'd brought donuts because you caused this man to stress eat...or was that a bad thing?
After you agreed to having better stranger danger instincts, Nate told you things would be run a little differently around the shop. Apparently the camera out back had died on Sunday, which although weird could be explained away as a camera that hasn't been updated or switched out since the shop was opened, maybe even before then too. So unfortunately Big Jo and Nate still didn't know who broke into your car or if they had been looking for anything. But Big Jo still wants to take precautions like the two of you leaving together and in the morning one of you waiting in their car with the doors locked for the other to come and then entering the building together.
Nate also mentioned a few other things, shipping and inventory related, that wouldn't really pertain to you or change any of your current tasks. It's really just to limit the amount of people coming through the back room. The back room was the emptiest you've ever seen when you went to check on your deer skull. You wonder if you hadn't been hired who would've gotten this position and how long they'd be able to keep their mouth shut about the obviously illegal activity going on. But you remember the person who had this position before you had been Bambi, a sweet if not oblivious girl. So, had you not come along the Cowells would have probably found someone else who didn't have an ounce of perception for their surroundings.
The week goes by slowly and with no further incidents. The deer skull has been completed and you plan on taking it to Maddie's Workshop next week to get a mount for it. In the time that you were bleaching and polishing the bones Nate took it upon himself to clean around the shop. Even though he's made it clear you just have to do your task list here, which takes about an hour maybe two depending on the tasks, he's always working on something.
Nate's the type of guy who's never content to just chill he needs to keep moving always chasing that high you get from accomplishing a goal, whatever he's made his that day. He's probably just substituting whatever he did daily with these new deep cleans of his.
Even with the lack of incidents following your car's break in the two of you have kept to the new precautions. Nate even going so far as to remind you tonight that on Monday if you arrive before him you'll need to stay in the car. At this point you think it's less about safety and more about the security of the store's extra curricular activities. Either way you don't really mind.
Things seemed to return to normal, you were back to driving yesterday and after you rearranged furniture in your house you felt a little less on edge. And every night this week you'd been able to get a good night's sleep, which although not too strange did stand out to you. Maybe another thing that had kept you on edge this week, because it meant when you saw a shadow pass by you during the day you couldn't write it off as quickly as you normally would.
But tonight it seemed your luck had run out. You sat on your bed with your sketch book in hand just doodling strange squiggles till your eyes were so tired they couldn't focus. Putting the book down to rest your eyes and crack your wrist, you sigh not feeling tired at all. The thought of a hike isn't really appealing right now, plus if you made a run into the mini mart you'd probably see either Ronnie or even Tim working behind the counter, that thought set your ears a flame. While the night life in Kepler was decent especially for a Friday night in summer, you just felt the need to be alone.
A drive was the best answer you had. You'd just choose a random lane on the interstate and take a random exit till you found a diner or something, order a tea and a slice of pie. Like you were a background character in someone else's story longingly staring out the window as your dreams slowly slipped through your fingers in this cold cruel world. Ok, you'd been joking about that because you saw a TikTok saying that, but your melodramatic ass actually thinks that sounds fun.
Throwing on some jeans and a flannel over you muscle tee, you were out the door. When you were checking the lock you'd heard rustling coming from around the house where your bins were. Worse case it's a stalker, best case just some raccoons. Either way you decided to calmly but briskly walk to your car, locking the doors immediately. Once in you drove around the side of your house, luckily, you assume, you spot the chonkiest raccoon you've ever seen digging through the bins. His tiny little person hands drawing an awww from you even though his demonic gleaming eyes should send a chill down your spine.
Hissing at the car Chonk returns to dig through your garbage. Weird how he only comes on your pizza weeks. Probably has a thing for Leo's homemade pizzas. You sure as hell do, as much as you love it you do save a slice for this little guy. You haven't put it out yet though, eh you'll do it tomorrow.
Having solved that mystery you sit in your car and link up your phone so you can have your driving playlist. It's mainly Folk Punk and Sea Shanties and while most might say it's a weird combination you say it's the same genre just different fonts. You could drive hundreds of miles into the middle of no where listening to this playlist and you'd be just fine...maybe have an emotional break down or two but expressing your emotions is suppose to be good for you. Mouthing along to Jim Bogart as it comes through the stereo you set off on your little excursion.
Just like when you have the urge to hike at night the urge to drive is nearly one in the same. Momentum taking you forward and not looking back as you do, needing to just go forward with no real destination in mind. Tonight however would be a little different you'd stop at the first diner you see that's out of Kepler bounds. Or turn right back around at one in case you hadn't found anything. There've been times that you kept driving straight through morning and didn't know where the hell you ended up. Not to mention you rarely remember the ways to get back after going for so long, and gps can only get you so far in some of the towns that also border the Monongahela Forest. You'd just have to rely on dumb luck tonight.
Unlike hiking, which gives you a burst of adrenaline as you push your body to its limits to move as far as you can and as much as you can. Driving gives a much more relaxed feeling, it's a feeling a weightlessness that gets lighter and lighter the further you get from home. Some may describe that feeling as a wanderlust or nomadic calling, but you've never cared for either of those things. You've only ever wanted to stay in one place for as long as you could remember. Moving around so much in your youth really messed you up, and you promised yourself this would be the last time you uprooted your life. And you've really come to love Kepler in these past few months. You can't imagine how you'll feel next year after getting to know the community more, but so far it's been really compassionate and understanding, a few rocky spots here and there but nothing like your hometown.
Without realizing it you've picked up your speed, you're doing 75 in a 55 zone. Even with no other vehicles around you slow down to just above the speed limit. While there might not be any cops around looking for easy tickets you don't want to risk dissociating at 75MPH or more. That could only end horribly. Though dissociating behind the wheel at all would be horrible. In the middle of shaking yourself from these thoughts you catch sight of an exit sign, which holds the logo for Denny's on it, and the exit is coming up in five miles. Switching lanes you cross over and get ready to hop off on the next exit.
You're pretty sure the only pie Denny's has is the dry apple with a scoop of ice cream. That isn't very appetizing to you, but then again you aren't really a fan of pie, a fact you seemed to gloss over when you made the decision to drive out here this late at night. Not too bothered by the fact, you remember Denny's has a salted caramel and banana pancake which should work in place of pie.
Pulling into the parking lot there are only three other cars, peering into the diner you don't really see anyone so the cars must belong to the skeleton night crew. Entering the Denny's you see there actually is one other patron, you only see the back of his head as he makes no move to look at the new arrival.
“Hun, seat yourself, I'll be out in a bit.” is the motherly voice that rings out from the kitchen, truly something you've only experienced in the south. Walking into a diner in the dead of night and  being treated like a daytime regular.
Seating yourself near the TV mounted to the wall you let the sounds of the soap opera playing drown out any buzzing you feel in your head. The waitress is out within minutes and though she startles at your masked face she regains her composure very quickly.
“I'd like the salted caramel pancakes if it's alright.” you say declining the offered menu.
“Just the pancakes?”
“Ah, yes please. And water's fine too.” it really pays to know the menu prior to coming in. Gives you ample time to run scripts over in your head.
Viv, the name on her name tag, nods and gives you a smile as she spins right round to the kitchen. Probably happy she won't have to run out so many times for just one order or maybe to spend time with the cooks in the back. You remember working food service sucked but the line cooks made it so much better at the end of the day. Even if they said you were too quiet and called you 'mouse'.
It might not have been exactly what you set out to do but this little midnight self date was really nice, you should do this more often.
Pancakes finished and mask back on you waited for Viv to bring out your check,  then you notice the other patron also making his moves to leave. You're sat facing the door so when he turns and comes closer dread fills your veins like burning cold dry ice. It's David, a local from Kepler you briefly met when you first moved. He gave you really bad vibes and over all was just a very skeevy dude.
What made you feel worse about him was when he left town to “help his sister” right after Bambi disappeared. Those in your circle told you she always talked about leaving Kepler one day but you trusted your gut in saying she didn't leave by her own choice. It got made for her, and David leaving just furthered your theory. You look away hoping he hadn't noticed you but unfortunately you could hear his footsteps falter and then pick back up by passing the door completely.
“Hey...YN, right?” fuck he remembers you, alarm bells are ringing at this fact. Why would he remember someone he briefly met months ago?
“It really is you, still as quiet as I remember.” what did he mean the two of you only met a handful of times and that had been because of your mutual friendship with Bambi.
Where is Viv with the check? You'd really like if she saved you from this painful situation right now. But you aren't sure what's worse having to sit here and listen to David tell you everything he's been up to these past few months, like you even care. Or the thought of leaving with David having him follow you and maybe doing whatever he did to Bambi to you.
“Yea so my sister's better now, I should be seeing you around soon. We should catch up maybe do Saturday Night Dead. Does the Crypt still do that?” great a fucking rhetorical question, he knows the Cryptonomica still does it's weekly movie nights, it's only been two months he's been gone. Not to mention it's a big hit and a huge source of revenue for the shop.
You haven't said anything this whole time, fuck being polite to a potential killer, and fuck being polite to this creep. He's just been talking nearly nonstop for the last few minutes. He must really love the sound of his own voice or thinks he's the most charming person to ever grace the Earth with his presence. Since he's not really caring that you aren't proving to be a stimulating partner in this conversation. He really does love hearing himself talk. By the time he's said his own goodbyes Viv finally makes it out from the back.
She apologizes for the wait, had to go on her break sometime you supposed. You take your time finding your wallet, it's in your back pocket but you wanted to stall for time since you could still see David's car out there, you were also keeping an eye on your own car. Only relaxing when you saw him pull off from the corner of your eye. Oh look you've “found” your wallet,  handing Viv your credit card you just want to get out of here quickly now.
You pay and leave a nice tip for Viv, while she didn't save you from that creep it's not like she could've known. You sit in your car for a moment or two just breathing in and out in the glow of the diner lights. Almost meditating before you begin your long drive back to Kepler with all these thoughts of David, Bambi's disappearance, and how it can't be coincidence that David is coming back at the same time that you have a break in. Could you be his next target? Were you just over thinking things? Just blaming this poor guy because you didn't like him? But you've always been intuitive and bad vibes aren't something to ignore. David appearing now meant something.
Just that thought alone put you on edge as your skin begins to crawl. With a few calming breaths you go to start the car and sync your radio when you notice the glow of the lights changed from the slight yellow to a sterile blueish white. Looking up where the diner should be you see the mini mart back at Kepler...how on earth did you get here? You didn't drive! You couldn't have dissociated while driving, you never even turned the car on and you can barely take a hike dissociating let alone do something as complex as drive a car.
It happens before you can register it, on shaky legs that move on their own you are passing the threshold of the convenience store and catching the tail end of a conversation.
“ppened to not feeding into delus...” the voice cuts off as the door shuts behind you. You know that voice why is it so hard to focus?
Something warm brushes your hand and you see someone in front of you. Who is that? You can't see their face, they've got a mask covering their face. Like you but that person is not you. You might know them...Tobais?
“Yea? You good there?” confusion, you blink hard and see you are standing in the mini mart now, Connor standing under your hand, Toby hovering close by and both Brian and Tim watch with unease over by the register.
“...I don't know how I...how I got here.” you register movement in the background but not consciously.
It's the shifting of Brian's head as he looks out the front windows and spots your Kia.
“You drove.” shaking your head, “Maybe...I don't...I dissociated?” in your confusion you can register Toby stiffen in front of you.
Fear, fear, uneasy, breath....are you breathing? Your head's so jumbled right now.
You scan the shop trying to look for answers that may help you but you find none. The more confused you get the more worked up you get, chest rising and falling rapidly. You take a step back or try to and end up falling on your butt. It's starting to get hard to breathe with your throat constricting, you bring a hand up to your larynx.
“..re.....have..attack......”
        “could be o...me..”
“.....pressure...”
Is all you can make out with your fuzzy consciousness before a heavy pressure is piling on your chest and knocking you fully on your back. The pressure is actually pretty lifting as contradictory as it may seem. Instead of restricting your breathing more it seems to be kick starting your lungs to exhale and inhale. With oxygen coming back into your body you can feel your toes and the tingle behind them. You can feel your fingers and the fur under them. Fur?
Taking in a big breath you move your head and come face to muzzle with Connor.  You give a nod of recognition to the dog before lying flat again and staring up at the ceiling. After about ten minutes you're thinking more clearly than before, which isn't saying much.
“Thanks.” you aren't sure who it's directed at but you still mean it.
It's silent until Toby breaks it, “I'm taking you home.”
“Car.” it's all you can manage to say but the message though distorted got through.
“I'll drive it, Brian follow behind.” there is no room for arguing, driving under any influence must be a touchy subject for Toby. Or maybe you're really fucked up right now and just can't comprehend how bad.
You use Connor to get up, he seems ready and no one else makes a move to you. Toby pushes past and holds the door open as Connor guides you, still holding onto his vest with one hand, and Brian murmurs something to Tim before following you three.
Outside Toby already has your keys in his hand, when did he get those? Did you give them to him? Your hand is risen, you must of...how on earth did you even drive like this. Had you really driven? There's a lump in your throat again and you're breathing's gone shaky, god you hope you didn't hurt anyone. You must have been zoning out for too long, not only is Connor pushing your legs but Toby has a grasp on your forearm coaxing you forward.
His grip isn't suffocating, honestly even seeing it there you still don't feel it. Maybe it's because you're so numb, or maybe it's because he's genuinely helping you but you can't feel the pain that  usually comes with being touched. The sharp jab that feels like you've been struck with a fire poker where ever someone laid their hands on you. After he's pushed you into the backseat, more like nudged you, even making sure you didn't bump your head, he buckles you in then snaps and Connor jumps into the car and lays across your lap.
You're shaking, actually trembling as you look at Toby. What's going on? Why can't you figure out what's happening? The brunette doesn't say a thing as he gets into the driver's seat and buckles in to drive you home. That's strange you think, how does he know where to go? You told him right, just follow the road...or maybe he guessed from the other day. What happened to you? Why the mini mart? You were at Denny's.
“This town doesn't have a Denny's.” did you say that out loud?
“I...I went for a drive, a town over...up...no.. north I think...” you start blinking barely able to keep your eyes open before your eyes lock shut. It's sending you over the edge even more in your confusion.
“Hey, hey just focus on the Denny's. What'd you do once you got there?” is he trying to distract you? Calm you down? Or is he trying to piece together what happened like you are? You can remember Denny's just fine, the dull yellow glow of the inside the skeleton crew murmuring in the back, the pancakes you had, and the “conversation” with David. Did David do this, had he put something in your water glass? Did you even touch your water glass after he left? Breathe. You need to breathe. Toby's waiting.
“Pancakes...I had pancakes. Then that creep came over...and he started talking. Didn't like. We aren't friends, I don't know him. I don't understand why he'd talk to me. Didn't like. Didn't like.” finger back to pressing down on your larynx and the weight of Connor preventing your legs from striking out at the seat in front of you.
“Wait, were you drugged?” Eyes flash to the rear view to lock with your own teary stare.
“No, maybe...I don't think so.” you barely feel the pain in your throat right now, this is all so overwhelming. “He left, I...I watched him drive off before getting in my car... I had an episode while the car was off then..” then you were at the mini mart. You never touched the ignition.
“I didn't drive, I never started the car. Didn't, didn't, didn't” Your attack is probably stressing even Connor out now, but this is all so confusing.
You're so focused on the fuzzy events you don't notice Toby bristle. Or how he grips the steering wheel tighter until his knuckles grow white despite his already translucent skin. He might not be able to feel or see it in the mirror through his mask but he's probably gnawing off more of his face. He'd deal with it after he dealt with you.
You've made it to your house and he's waiting for the headlights from Brian. When he sees them in the rear view he gets out but not before telling you, or maybe Connor, to stay put.
It's a few long moments before he comes back. But in the silence and darkness of your car, growing colder by the moment, you start to ground yourself. You aren't calm by any means and you're still very unfocused. But you aren't crying as the numbness overtakes you, you don't even jump when the door beside you opens. With a snap Connor is out of the car and soon you're being pulled from the car, that same weightless touch gripping your forearm. Toby guides you into your own home, and walks towards the hallway looking into the bathroom, the only other door, before finding your room.
Seemingly understanding your catatonic state he sits you on the bed and gives some order to Connor before he leaves the room. And you just sit on the bed staring into dead air as a silent guard sits in wait. You aren't sure what he's waiting for or why he's still there but the numbness has taken over too much and you can't find it in you to give a single fuck.
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