#yes he DOES text like he's sending a fucking email LMAO
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What were you doing at 10:30 this morning?:
Sending out my last few emails before we had an all-day workshop at work. We had a mock pitch presentation contest of sorts and my team won 1st place :)
Is there anyone else in the room with you?:
Nopes, it’s just me here.
If you married the last male you spoke to, what would your initials be?:
That was a barista at Starbucks and I didn’t even catch his first name, much less his surname.
What did you have for lunch today?:
Skipped lunch as usual but I did have an iced Americano. Was too nervous to eat anyway as our turn for the presentation was right after lunch.
In your phone, who is the first contact listed under ‘L’?:
Laurice.
How old is he/she?:
24.
What colour are your father’s eyes?:
Dark brown.
Was your last Facebook friend requests from a male or female?:
Male, it was someone from the family reunion we had two Sundays ago although I couldn’t remember which one he was at all haha. I added him back nonetheless as he’s family anyway.
What’s the 9th song on your iTunes “Recently Played” list?:
I don’t think Spotify does a listening history per user but I wish they would. How do they still not have that feature?
What colour are the eyes of the last male you text messaged?:
I can’t be bothered to check my texting history right now.
Who is the first contact in your phone? What colour is his/her hair?:
Alex from high school. Not sure but if I had to guess it’s probably just in black??
How many tracks were on the last album you listened to?:
10.
Which one of your relatives is most likely to embarrass you?:
My relatives know better than to fuck with me lmao but if anyone, probably my mom.
Is there a song you can listen to over and over and never get fed up of it?:
Yes.
Do you have a friend whose name begins with H’? Describe him/her.:
Hannah. I haven’t seen her since before the pandemic started, but she’s one of my lowkey friendships and we’ve always remained quietly supportive of one another even as we’ve started leading our own, separate lives. She’s very perky, loves David Archuleta, and is a great singer and also skilled at the piano.
Are there any songs in your iTunes library that you’ve never listened to?:
I don’t use iTunes and it doesn’t work that way on Spotify.
So, how are you? Is there anything wrong?:
I’m okay. Very tired from today’s events and I even had a TERRIBLE headache all afternoon, but I’m in bed now answering surveys with the aircon right in front of me and that’s all that matters.
How do you handle awkward situations?:
Idk, it depends on the situation and where I am and what options I have lol. Most of the time my awkward situations happen at PR events where the person I’m talking to is shyer than expected – in those cases, I’ll pretend to get a text or be like, “oh sorry, let me just take care of something but feel free to go around the venue and take some photos before we start!” hahaha.
Who is the most intelligent person you know?:
Andi.
Who was the last female you were introduced to?:
Ruthie, my newest teammate at work. She’ll be replacing one of my associates who’ll be having her last day this Wednesday.
What was your first impression of her?:
I got super excited when I saw that her laptop bag has a big Tata print on it, but when I got to talk to her a bit more, she seems super quiet. Hopefully she gets to open up once we get to start working more together!
Who was the last male you were introduced to?:
Celeste’s boyfriend.
What was your first impression of him?:
It was like a 5-second encounter when I caught him video-calling with her yesterday haha, it was barely enough for me to have a first impression.
Name one of your favourite foods that starts with the letter 'F’.
FAJITAS. Love those to death.
Do you have a close friend of the opposite sex?:
Hans.
Would you ever consider being more than friends with them?:
I’m not a homewrecker lol
Who is the 8th contact in your phone? Is he/she in a relationship?:
Yes he got married late last year.
If you could travel back in time, which year would you go to?:
2015 so I can see my grandpa.
What were you like as a 12 year old?:
Alone, anxious, angsty. Just a troubled kid for the most part who wasn’t getting the emotional support someone my age needed both in school and at home.
What colour are the eyes of the last female you text messaged?:
Idk but dark brown probably as, like, all Filipinos.
When you woke up this morning, what kind of mood were you in?:
Anxious.
Are you hungry? Craving any food in particular?:
Yeahhhh I am getting a bit hungry. Right after this I’ll get my leftover corndog, my leftover Starbucks cookie, and the leftover sushi bake we have in the fridge.
In the past week, how many times have you cried?:
Too many times. I’ve been super vulnerable throughout May so far lol
On a scale of 1 to 10 (10 being amazing), how good is life atm?:
6.
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Yveltal had been able to surmise fairly quick that he wasn’t in a dream of his own. It had started first with brief glimpses of Serena’s memory, and now he was being placed into one of her dreams - or nightmares, rather.
It was a horrific scene, and what had terrified him even more was the realization that he was like a ghost. Unable to be seen or heard, and unable to interact in the situation. In a way, it was like he was simply watching a television show, the characters on screen and their environment unable to be changed by him.
Only when the dream ended abruptly (due to her waking, he assumed) that he awoke as well, cold sweat covering his forehead. Despite being a bystander, it really had felt like he was there in that moment with her. It was just as vivid as the memories were, to him. He felt nauseous, a clammy hand moving to rest on his forehead.
The contents of her nightmare did disturb him somewhat (he was used to seeing blood, at least), but what shook him the deepest was the creeping realization that rest in the back of his mind now became very, very real. He was always aware of her trauma, as well as the group’s overall. What they went through was something that no one their age should have had to deal with. To unwillingly play a role in that himself was something he still struggled with.
Yveltal had seen it personally in the times Serena visited him as a teenager, often crying herself to sleep on his couch. He had foolishly thought the years they spent in Hoenn and her return to Kalos later on had helped lift her spirits - no longer would she come over to sob her heart out, but to have genuine conversation and inquire all about his literature and happenings in life. Of course he wasn’t naive enough to think it had fixed all of her problems. For a time, she simply seemed much brighter than she had, as if the perpetual winter plaguing her mind had given way to spring.
It was clear to him now that all of this was simply manifesting in a different way. Yveltal knew the nightmares were likely a constant thing, having awoke to her screaming and sobbing one night. It was still happening to her, even after all this time.
He didn’t know how to react to the realization. Yveltal couldn’t recall a time where he was as distressed as he was now. There was much the god of death could do, steal away a life without a thought, bring unfathomable destruction and ruination in his wake, and avoid death himself. However, when it came to Serena’s trauma... the terrors that plagued her mind and her emotions... it wasn’t something tangible. It wasn’t something that could manifest, that he could obliterate the ever loving daylights out of. It was something that would walk with her until the day she died. There were things he could do to lessen the severity, by offering support, but... it felt like so little. It felt unfair that she had such darkness looming within her. Such a kind and vibrant soul, one of the most brilliant he had ever seen... it made his blood boil thinking of the injustice of it all. It upset the legendary enough to nearly make him cry, but he’d blink back the tears and keep them at bay for now.
The thought of calling her crossed his mind briefly, but he ultimately decided not to. Instead, he would roll onto his side and grab his phone, careful not to disturb his husband, sending a quick text.
[Serena 🌙 | ✉]: I apologize for the late text, ma fille. I was wondering if tomorrow you’d like to stop by for a while? It’s been a bit of time since we got to chat, and I’ve heard your piano skills have been improving. It could be fun to try and play a duet if you feel inclined, though there is no pressure to do so. I hope you have a good night, and I look forward to your response.
He let out a small breath, locking his phone and letting it rest atop his chest, face down. Yveltal hoped she would at least take up the offer on a visit. One thing was for certain, though, he was not going to be sleeping.
#💀 drabble.#long post#yes he DOES text like he's sending a fucking email LMAO#and yes he does give ppl in his contacts little emojis. serena does it w hers and he thinks it's cute so :')#but anyways he just. feels so many things abt it all and he doesnt know what to do about any of it!#so his solution is just. hey come hang out!! but he's just crying internally#once again i cry over this man. the only man i will allow myself to cry over.
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HOW PEAKY BLINDERS MEN TEXT
Includes: Thomas Shelby, Alfie Solomons, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Michael Gray
A/N: this is so stupid LMAO
THOMAS SHELBY
- he is SO dry.
- also a grammar nazi ://
- he texts so formally like he’s sending an important email every time
- takes HOURSSS to reply
- you’re lucky if he even replies at all
- a slow texter, he’s a complete grandpa with stuff like that
- taps his screen with his pointer finger LMAOO
- “ (Y/n), what does ‘DILF’ mean?”
- “DID SOMEONE CALL U THAT HSLSJAWJEKJX”
- “Yes? What does it mean? and what does hslsjawjekjx mean?”
- ghosts you then texts you for family meetings
- “tom do you want to go out later? :)” *on read for 2 weeks*
- *after two weeks* “Family meeting at 8. Don’t be late.”
- “that rhymes” *read*
- shows him what a meme is
- he pronounces it as “meh-meh”
- only replies to polly and the shelby groupchat
- you, arthur, john, and alfie are on mute (almost on block but he doesn’t know how to)
ALFIE SOLOMONS
- HE’S KIND OF NEW TO ALL THIS
- BUT HE TRIES HIS BEST
- he’d just accept whatever you say to him like
- “okay, alfiee. brbb”
- “What the fuck does that mean?”
- “it means be right back”
- “Ohhh okay IWFYLWYCH”
- “what”
- “It means I Will Fuck You Later When You Come Home”
- “uhm.. okay alfie :)”
- u both send pics of ur dogs
- “HAHAHAHA look alfie he’s humping my damn leg again”
- “He fucking what now?”
- when you and him are both at a meeting together he texts you horny or funny shit just to rile you up
- its either: “FLCP is so small” “what tf is an flcp alfie” “Future Lung Cancer Patient. He’s 5’7. Can you believe that?”
- or “Let’s get out of this fucking meeting before my balls explode, pet”
- in conclusion; he is a grandpa, but a cool one.
ARTHUR SHELBY
- stuck in 2013 im sorry
- sends chain messages still and those old tumblr girl quotes unironically :(
- sends bible verses to the group where linda’s in
- proceeds to send videos of him killing someone in a groupchat where linda’s not in :)
- takes great pleasure in giving tommy false information about the internet
- tom: Alfie, DILF.
- alfie: You’d like to fucking what now, Tommy
- y/n: HAHAHAJAHAHAHAHAHAH WHAT DID U TELL HIM NOW ARTHUR OR JOHN
- tom: It means Die in London, Fucker..?
- finn: love is love, we accept you tommy 🏳️🌈
- john: HAJAHHAHAHHAHAHAH WHAT THE FUCK THAT DOESN’T EVEN MAKE SENSE TOMMY
- tom: Then what the fuck does it mean, eh Arthur?
- arthur: No idea tom
- that was the first and last time tommy tried modern slang
JOHN SHELBY
- both you and him are the only ones who laugh in caps lock
- “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH”
- quotes vines constantly on a daily basis in the shelby groupchat
- you, finn and him are the cultured ones
- so you all have inside jokes in text that no one else seems to understand
- john: do you guys remember that pineapple thing on twitter
- y/n: NO STOP THAT WAS DISGUSTING
- finn: jesus christ now it’s in my brain again
- *everyone else*: wtf are they talking about
- texts the gc at questionable hours of the day
- *at 3 am* john: Who wants to go to mcdonalds?
- y/n: me
- finn: me
- alfie: At this fucking hour?
- alfie: Me
MICHAEL GRAY
- tommy fan boy #1
- does NOT accept the tommy slander you, alfie, arthur, finn and john dish out to his favorite man
- michael: Leave him alone, guys he’s new to all this
- finn: not the tommy stan talking ??
- y/n: tommy shelby (degrading)
- john: Don’t be a pick me, Michael
- alfie: I dunno what the fuck they’re saying but I agree
- arthur: Hahahaha
- would text tommy everyday
- “Good Morning.”
- defends tommy in the groupchats with his life
- at this point you, alfie, arthur, finn and john now have a seperate gc just to slander tommy’s social media skills
- BECAUSE MICHAEL GETS SO HEATED
- in conclusion he’s a tommy apologist
#alfie solomons#alfie solomons x reader#peaky blinders#thomas shelby#thomas shelby x reader#tommy shelby#thomas shelby headcanon#social media au#arthur shelby#john shelby#john shelby x reader#michael gray#michael gray x reader#social media#headcanon
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Texts from the Lost Tomb part 6.1
🎶 Back on the bullshit I never got off🎶
Is this another unnecessary story arc?? With three sections??
Yes.
Wushanju Crew Chat
Wang Meng: You know, I’m someone who appreciates consistency in my day. My life is pleasant, very few issues indeed if you ignore the big ones. And yet. Yet here we are. With unresolved messes at the end of a day.
Wang Pangzi: SOMETHIN YOU NEED TO SAY MARY POPPINS
Wang Meng: We need to talk about Huo Daofu and the glittery bead curtain.
Wang Pangzi: MY FAVE TEEN WIZARD SERIES
Wu Xie: did you turn on that suggested word thingy lol
What glittery bead curtain
Wang Meng: I closed the shop at 6:00pm this evening on the dot. I locked all of the doors in and out of the shop very carefully, especially in light of recent events. The hall leading to the back office was empty. I filed the day’s paperwork, updated and sent emails, and then spent an extra hour organizing receipts and dusting. When I came back out, there were glittery iridescent bead curtains over the front entrance to the shop.
What could this mean?
Wu Xie: uh that you need to spend less time at work?
Wang Pangzi: LOOKS LIKE WE GOT ONE FOR THE DETECTIVES. THE MYSTERY OF THE BEDAZZLED THRESHOLD COMMENCES
Wu Xie: I think we can be relatively secure in thinking a glittery bead curtain isn’t a hostile threat
Wang Pangzi: SAYS YOU
I REMEMBER YE OLDE EXPLORATION TIMES HOW FAST THINGS GOT FURIOUS
BEANBAG CHAIRS SET AFLAME AND LEFT ON DOORSTEPS AS A WARNING
GLITTERBOMBS FOR DAYS
PANIC AT THE DISCO
Wang Meng: Ugh, forget it. I should have just taken them down, regardless of who they belong to.
Zhang Qiling: They are not mine.
Wang Pangzi: A BOLD STATEMENT COMING FROM OUR PRIME SUSPECT
SOMEONE QUICK GO DRAW CHALK AROUND THE DOORWAY TO MARK THE SCENE OF THE CRIME
Wang Meng: Do we know anyone who *would* sneak in and put those up? For whatever reason, legal or not? Even as a joke?
Wang Pangzi: ARE YOU SERIOUSLY ASKING WHETHER WE KNOW ANYONE WHO IS CHAOTIC, AN OUTLAW, A PRANKSTER AND/OR SNEAKS INTO PLACES
BECAUSE THAT WOULD MEAN OUR SUSPECT LIST IS LITERALLY EVERYONE WE KNOW EXCEPT FOR YOU.
Wu Xie: okay let’s think about this; for starters, I didn’t break into my own shop
Wang Meng: You would be in danger of doing some work in the process, that’s true.
Wang Pangzi: LOL
Wu Xie: ANYWAY let’s keep going. For example, Xiao Ge would only break in somewhere for a good reason. Xiao Ge, did you do this?
Zhang Qiling: No.
Wu Xie: okay who’s next
Wang Pangzi: YOU REALLY MISSED YOUR CALLING IN INTERROGATION TIANZHEN
REALLY PUT THE SCREWS TO HIM
IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE;)
Zhang Qiling: How can we be certain *you* didn’t do it?
Wang Meng: Admittedly that was my guess, too.
Wang Pangzi: WOW I SEE HOW IT IS
BLAME PANGZI AS USUAL
ANYWAY HOW DOES HUO DAOFU FIT INTO THIS
Wu Xie: Oh yeah him! Oops I got distracted
Wang Pangzi: UR ENTIRE HISTORY IN A NUTSHELL
Wu Xie: Ugh fuck off
Wang Meng what abt Huo Daofu??
Zhang Qiling: ?
Wu Xie: oh sorry xiaoge I didn’t realize you wouldn’t have spent much time around him last year
He and I go way back
Zhang Qiling: Way back where?
Babysitters Club Chat
Wang Pangzi: I CANNOT BELIEVE HE IS BUYING YOUR INNOCENT ACT
IF YOU EVER TURN TO EVIL WE ARE FUCKED
Zhang Qiling: ?
Wang Pangzi: YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHO HUO DAOFU IS
YOU WERE EXTREMELY POLITE AND BORDERLINE FRIENDLY TOWARDS HIM
Zhang Qiling: I wanted him to feel welcome. I wanted to be sure he understands he has a place here. A specific place.
Wang Pangzi: FOR A SILENT GUY YOU ARE A MASTER AT SUBTLE POWER PLAYS IM ALL TINGLY
LMAO THE IDEA OF WU XIE LEAVING YOU FOR HUO DAOFU IS HILARIOUS AND ALSO NOPE
Zhang Qiling: Rationally, I understand that.
Main Chat
Wang Meng: Huo Daofu is coming for the weekend—didn’t Wu Xie tell you? Wu Xie asked me to check in a week ahead so we could start getting ready for his arrival
Wu Xie: oh yeah I did do that
Wang Meng: Fortunately I know you and so I already went ahead and took care of everything.
Re: the trip
He made a deal with Wu Xie’s doctor that he would do periodic checkups on him here at Wushanju
Bc Wu Xie hates being in the hospital
And frankly the hospital hates him too
Wang Pangzi: FAMILIARITY BREEDS CONTEMPT LOL
I FORGOT HUO DAOFU WAS DOING THAT
A VERY CHIVALROUS GESTURE
WOULDNT YOU SAY
XIOAGE
Zhang Qiling: Is it safe for him to be here with a criminal loose on the premises?
Wu Xie: Right, back to the curtain! Let’s focus on the curtain, hmm?
Wang Pangzi: I AM SO LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS WEEKEND.
ALSO WE CAN RULE OUT XIAO BAI FOR THE CURTAIN SHE JUST SENT A SELFIE FROM NORWAY COVERED IN GREEN SLIME WITH ZERO CONTEXT, UR PROTEGE INDEED
Wu Xie: okay but who else would do something so oddly charming yet illegal and—wait.
Snake Eyes Chat
Wu Xie: hey, Glasses hasn’t been in touch lately right?
Li Cu: uh nope
Unless u count the outdated memes
Why, is money or Xie Yuchen missing
Or is this curtain related, I saw Wang Meng’s tweet
Wu Xie: haha no nothing to worry about really
(I mean maybe? but who knows)
Wang Meng is probably just getting a little paranoid in his old age
Li Cu: better than getting reckless and stupid as hell in ur old age
Wu Xie: …hey:(
Unknown Number: Li Cu, we discussed this.
Wu Xie: ????????
Li Cu: *sigh* fine, reckless and stupid as heck
Unknown Number: …close enough.
Wu Xie: EXCUSE who is that
Madame, Sir, Non-Binary Tree Spirit, etc—whomst the fuck
Are you
Li Cu is underage FYI
So Im staying on this chat
Li Cu: okay first of all, it’s not like that
Second of all I’m literally not underage I s2g
u threw the embarrassing surprise bday party, okay so u should remember
And C, that’s my counselor and I invited her. She wanted to meet u and I knew u wouldn’t agree to a visit so I added her to our chat
we have been discussing u
Wu Xie: Oh wow!!!!!!!
What a surprise:)
hi so nice to meet you:)
Main Chat:
Wu Xie: RED FUCKING ALERT
FUCK THE CURTAIN FUCK THE VISIT
IVE BEEN TRICKED INTO FAMILY THERAPY BY A SMUG TEENAGER WHO TEXTS UNKNOWN NUMBERS
Wang Meng: I assume that means something to someone here?
Not my problem? Good.
Wang Pangzi: AHAHAHA GOD I LOVE LI CU
HES LIKE ADORABLE KARMA FOR ALL THE SHIT YOUVE PUT ME THROUGH
IM RAISING HIS ALLOWANCE
Wu Xie: wait i give him an allowance
has he been collecting on two allowances??
Zhang Qiling: Three. I knew about both of yours.
Snake Eyes Chat
Wu Xie: so uh may I ask your name?
Unknown Number: you can call me Ms. Lee.
Now, if you’re comfortable talking in this format, why don’t you tell me how things have been going?
Wu Xie: oh everything is normal and fine and safe as usual, why do you ask:)
Li Cu: I heard about ur necklace thing. nice of you to NOT mention it.
another dangerous adventure. again. prick.
Ur lucky your cool boyfriend cares about you so much or you’d have already died like ten years ago
Wu Xie: lol try twenty years ago
Li Cu: That isn’t funny.
Unknown Number: …What?
Wu Xie: shit ur right, okay that was a bit glib, my apologies.
…I use humor as a coping mechanism?
Unknown Number: and Li Cu, how do you feel about that?
Li Cu: he doesn’t even know what that phrase means
He doesn’t cope, like ever
In fact
It’s kind of why we met
Which is a funny story in retrospect tbh
Wu Xie: haha what are you talking about sweetie hahaha need I remind you of certain anecdotes that could idk send me to jail maybe lmao
Unknown Number: …You know, perhaps an in-person meeting might be more effective?
Wu Xie: haha such a nice idea but why
Main Chat
Wu Xie: If I go to jail, I’ll have to create alliances for protection, right, that’s how it works on tv
Who do we know who spends time in jail
Other than Hei Yangjing, he’s only ever there for like 12 hours and i suspect he just gets himself arrested bc he enjoys the breaking out process
Also how’s the curtain case coming along
Zhang Qiling: Has someone threatened you?
Wu Xie: well not yet but soon I’m sure
Wang Pangzi: WHERE WAS THIS PARANOIA WHEN WE GOT TAKEN TO THE TEA HOUSE HUH
Snake Eyes Minus Your Fucking Therapist Chat
Li Cu: okay how tf did u pull off spy and undercover shit
u are sus as hell
Wu Xie: damn son is it pick on Wu Xie night
I missed the flyers or I would’ve invited my uncles
Also re: the curtain it’s been mostly solved
Li Cu: I’m not your son, idiot.
Wu Xie: …oh. Sorry, sorry, you’re right, bad choice of words, haha
Forget i said anything
Delete this chat even
Li Cu: shit I meant
Legally, biologically, I meant—
shit
…I turn into an asshole as a coping mechanism?
Wu Xie: oh that’s all okay! I have to go do something else now let me know if you need anything okay kid thanks!
Li Cu: goddamn it calm down who’s the kid here
lemme organize my thoughts so I can articulate my emotions fuckin healthily or w/e
Ugh maybe for like one afternoon we could go to Ms. Lee together? She knows how to word stuff
Wu Xie: uh…okay.
Li Cu: Anyway you don’t need to worry abt jail
As if you would survive prison for one day you’d piss off half the place in like an hour or less
I gave Ms. Lee the heavily edited version of the desert highway to hell roadtrip and i discussed it more in terms of like “nightmarish but still wouldn’t take any of it back”
Well maybe the sand
that shit was everywhere
Wu Xie: oh kiddo. It’s fine, really…You don’t have to explain yourself to me.
Li Cu: no, no it’s just
I do technically have a dad
who is an asshole. Being a son doesn’t really mean shit to me bc it sucked.
So you need to stop backing down just cuz ur guilty abt stuff. I’m really really glad ur not my dad in a good way. Do u get what I mean there
Where’s the mafia widower I followed into hell, huh
Wu Xie: Ur a good kid, despite my influence. I’m really glad you have someone to talk to after everything I…after everything. Wow this talking through feelings thing is kind of weird but nice ur right
Jfc no wonder it took me and xiaoge so long to—you know what, we won’t get into that
Li Cu: ew tmi
Also re: this week’s recent necklace fuckery
I moved my stuff here, I live here now
So you can’t die anymore
Or else…Idk I don’t have a threat planned
anyways abt the curtain
Wu Xie: oh my god, kid…kid you have no idea
I am in tears.
Li Cu: see this is why I can’t be nice to you I can sense the hallmark channel from here
Ugh don’t be sad in ur room that’s dumb
Go hug Pangzi or something
Maybe delete this chat
Or the curtain thing
Focus on the curtain thing
Just stfu and go away
Wu Xie: <3 screenshotting this <3
Li Cu: I take back everything I said. This is why Xiao Ge sleeps on the roof. I hope the ghosts of the Wangs put up that curtain to strangle you somehow. Go die in a stupid way, it’ll suit you.
Wu Xie: lol don’t worry I’m not gonna embarrass you with it or anything
Main Chat
Wu Xie: omg guys look how cute my kid is *sending screenshot*
Wang Pangzi: I MEAN
HE IS WISHING YOU DEATH
BUT SURE
CUTE I GUESS
Wu Xie: no but read the whole thing:):):)
Zhang Qiling: It is indeed very hard to remain angry with you. And you are welcome to join me on the roof.
Wang Pangzi: UH NOPE
NOT WHENI HAD TO BLEACH THE COUNTER IN THE KITCHEN
DONT TRAUMATIZE THE EARLY BIRDS THEYRE ALREADY FREAKED OUT BY U YA HOODIE CRYPTID
Wu Xie: ok true but babe ur like a sexy cryptid
Wang Meng: so, are we just accepting that there is a glittery curtain of unknown origin, and Huo Daofu is going to have to see it while he’s waiting for you at Wushanju bc you’re going to family therapy?
Wu Xie: right
Wang Pangzi: SHOULDA TAKEN EARLY RETIREMENT HUH
Wang Meng: I’m going to go dust something.
Unnamed Chat:
Unknown number: so the curtain…
Unknown number 2: yep, not my best work but I kinda panicked last minute u know
Unknown number: what is in the water at Wushanju that makes everyone dumb and attractive
Unknown number 2: relax they’ll figure it out
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Can we get the rest of the ball destroying story?
This is a very long and probably anticlimactic story about how I destroyed an attorney's metaphorical balls by not letting him get away with being a toxic pile of shit. I hope you enjoy.
So, the first thing you need to know is that my old boss (whom I will call M) is a real fucking asshole. 1, he voted for trump; 2, he's a creep; 3, most obnoxiously, he treated his previous lead paralegal like a freaking wife.... or actually worse than a wife really... like an object. like a trophy wife. When the lead paralegal left, he basically treated her like she was divorcing him, as if she was an object of his possession. And he was like "you'll NEVER have it better than you have here, and i'll never let you come back." (Funny story: i am one of 5 paralegals there who put in their 2 week notice during June, and they were so panicked that they called this exact former lead paralegal and asked her to come back. -_-)
Okay so anyway, let's cut the story back to about 2 months ago. I have been M's lead paralegal for about 8 months now since the previous one left, and I'm hating it. I'm actively job hunting because M is becoming toxic to me the same way he was to the last paralegal. I needed references, so I asked another attorney who also worked there to be my reference. We will call him T. So T is my favorite attorney. T is the first person I came out to as having a girlfriend at the firm, and he never once betrayed me. He is everything that M is not. He gives positive feedback like he gives out candy, but he's also honest and real in a way that not a lot of ppl are.
So anyway I secretly ask him to be a reference on my resume, and T is like "sure! but well funnily enough, I'm actually leaving the firm in 2 weeks. I can't ethically recruit people while I'm here, so I'm going to end this conversation here, but.... wink wink, nudge nudge, call me in 2 weeks." So I'm like COOL COOL. And we don't speak of it again.
So 2 weeks pass, I continue job hunting, T leaves the firm. He calls me literally the next day, and he immediately is like "I wanna hire you" and I'm like "okay cool, I wanna be hired." So boom I got a new job. Ethically. (I'm serious though, T is a very ethical guy and he did nothing wrong.) So anyway, T is okay with me waiting until my NYU program in June is over, so my start date is July 1. 1 month from then. T also asks me very politely not to tell M where I'm going because it would sour their "friendship" (a.k.a. the attorney world in utah is a small world and he doesn't want M to get his feelings hurt). And I want to be clear, T did not pressure me at all - he asked for a favor, and I decided to do it for him, because I care about him, that's it. If at any point it became a burden for me, I would have changed my mind, and T would have understood.
So, I wait a week until I'm in New York to tell M i'm leaving him. I come up with a brilliant excuse for why I don't want to tell him where I'm going - "I have a few offers and I don't want to talk about it while I'm still deciding" (which wasn't even really a lie). So I call my boss and I tell him I'm putting in my two weeks. And he treats me like he always treats people - he interrogates me. Except this time, he's shocked and upset, so he SUPER interrogates me. It's super inappropriate questions like "why are you quitting???" and "is it because of money???" and "this is SUCH bad timing" - but it's frustrating because he's an attorney and he knows how to dress up these rude questions with politeness. In a way that if I call him out on it, I'll be the one who looks inappropriate. :( It sucked. But luckily I had spent 3 days researching how to approach this, and.... I gave him nothing. He was desperate for fuel to try to convince me to stay or guilt-trip me into working overtime, and I just didn't give him any because I was prepared, and also.... I'm good at this. My mom says I've been good at this since I was 3-years-old lol.
Anyway so unfortunately during the conversation, he asked the question "Where are you going?" and I immediately gave him my excuse. And I expected that to be done and over with. Idk why I thought it'd be that easy... He immediately started trying to guess where I was going. And at what point, he said "are you going to work for T????" and..... honestly guys... I panicked. I lied. I said, "uh, no." flat out lmao. Like, I was just so shocked that he was asking me in the first place. :( But weirdly, he believed me and that was that (or maybe he filed away the lie for later use as you'll see). I also want to make it clear here that I, at first, wasn't telling M where I was going because T had asked me to... but at this point, with how nosy and inappropriate M was asking, I didn't want to tell M anymore either. It wasn't for T that I was hiding it; it was for me. Like, no M, I don't want you to have any personal details. You're being 150% more of a creep than usual which is impressive considering.
Anyway so I never tell anyone where I'm going except 2 ppl whom I trust on my last day (and yes, one of them betrayed me, which kinda sucks D:). I told T that I had lied to M, and T was like "it's okay, if he finds out, I'll have ur back" and also... I told T I go by Echo instead of my legal name/dead name, so I'm fine with the lie because M will probably never find out anyway. and T was delighted and super supportive of my enby identity. ^_^ It's cute because he never called me by name, but now all of his texts and statements deliberately start out with my name as if to remind me that he supports it lol.
Anyway so flash forward to my new day at the job. It's going great. I love it there. And then I check my phone and I see this fucking text:
M: "I hear you work for T now. I wish you the best, but I specifically remember asking you if that's where you would be working, and you said no."
Like.... what the actual fuck? He never texts me, and also I've been gone from his firm for like a day.. max... have some chill, lmfao. like. At first, I was REALLY upset. Not in a "i feel bad for lying" kind of way. I couldn't care less about that. More in a "i feel like i'm being stalked, one of two close friends betrayed me, and also what the fuck, why are you texting me this??" #yikes. But then that night, I was talking to my dad about it. And I became super amused? Like. What is he going for here? What does he want me to say? What response does he hope that I'll give that will make him feel better? Does he want me to call him crying and begging for forgiveness and for my job back? Like? I genuinely sincerely want to know what the fuck he was expecting me to say. I want to understand what was going through his head lol.
And of course, because I am a passive aggressive bitch, I immediately catch on to the fact that he is Butthurt (shocking, I know). His feelings are hurt. An object of his, his very own lead paralegal, lied to him outright and he didn't see it coming! How dare she! He wants to make me feel hurt like he feels hurt, and he's a lawyer, he knows how to interrogate people and manipulate people and get them to suck his dick, idk. So he should be able to use those skills to make me feel bad for lying. He wants to one-up me. But see, what he didn't realize is that....
1, I don't feel guilty for lying to him... at all... like, it took me a couple hours to realize this, but the only negative emotion it made me feel was discomfort and fear. not guilt. the same way i feel when a strange man asks me for a hug, and i feel like refusing would look "rude." Like, there's nothing guilty about that. So yeah. His goal is to expose my guilt to make himself feel better, but... my guilt doesn't exist, so good luck
2, um, like I said earlier, I've been a passive aggressive bitch since the day I was born, unlike this bitch who had to go to college to learn how to do it, and not only that - I'm better at it than him. lmfao. His pride is gonna take a hit.
so I toy with the idea of ignoring him because I know that will really fuck him up and make him constantly think about it and check his texts to see if I've responded. But then T tells me that it's probably better to not burn a bridge because again.... super small world here.
So anyway lol, my response ends up being pretty simple but painstakingly constructed:
"Thank you! :) It wasn't an option at the time - it was a new development after you and I had already talked. I wish you the best as well."
The "Thank you! :)" to seem like I am utterly oblivious to the hidden accusation and passive aggressiveness. The middle sentence to be like "uh, are you really accusing me of lying right now?" and the last sentence, my favorite, to shut down the conversation forever. Now, if he responds, he already lost. Because there's no way to continue this conversation without exposing the fact that his "I wish you the best" was completely insincere. I've stripped away his ability to respond fake-politely (which is his modus operandi), and I've forced the last word on him.
Also, even better... (and no one has any way of proving this, least of all him, but) that statement (the "it wasn't an option at the time - it was a new development after you and i had already talked") is completely a lie on my part, and he knows it. T offered me the job the Monday after he left. There's no way he doesn't know that. So not only did I show obliviousness and not only did I shut the conversation down, I outright stonecold lied a second time. And there's no way for him to call me out on it. Like what could he even do? Send me a screenshot of my hire date? Send me a screenshot of an email I sent to a coworker? If he tries that, he's already lost again because like ... obviously super immature... it would be so easy to crush him with niceness like "Wow, I can tell this has really bothered you!" hahahhaha. Sadly he's smart enough not to do that, but it must be infuriating to know I'm lying and not be able to accuse me.
As an attorney whose literal job it is to catch & expose people lying, he literally watched me flat out lie to his face. Twice. And I didn't feel bad about it. And there was nothing he could do about it either time. He went to law school for this shit, and he still can't out-passive-aggressive me, the classic bitch.
Anyway so T apparently he showed his wife M's message, and she was like "oh my god what an asshole!!!" which I must admit was extremely validating!! And then he showed his wife my message, and she made a shocked face and said "wow she's good." And I always thought T was kinda just flattering me to be nice when he complimented my use of words in defusing angry clients and conveying info about a sensitive subject... but apparently his wife thinks so too, so I guess he's been more serious than I thought. I feel so.... complimented.... it's weird.... but I"m very happy and squeeing.
It's been like almost 24 hours and M has yet to respond to me, and if he does, he's already lost. I'll eviscerate him.
So like I know this story is probably disappointing and might not seem like I shanked his balls, but ... take my word for it because if u knew what a chaotic insecure pathetic mess he was and how he desperately claws for control by trying to intimidate and upset all of his employees (and pretty much always succeeds), then you'd understand that he's NEVER encountered something like this before. Someone literally just not giving a shit what he thinks about them. And from what I know of him, I promise you that this has certainly fucked him up for a good long while. And that makes me happy :')
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Seen ✓ - 2
Pairing: Sam x Fem!Reader
Warnings: light anxiety
Word Count: 2.2k
Series Summary: On her way home, Y/n finds an abandoned, cracked phone on the sidewalk. Anxious about the well-being of its owner, she picks it up and texts the first contact she finds; Sam.
A/N: Chapter 2! Our pals are kicking it off already. Can you smell the chemistry? The rOMANCE? LESSGO
Pictures used in this chapter were found on google images :)
Beta: no one.
Catch up! : Part 1
Masterlist
Chapter 2: overthinker.
From: y/n_andrews85
To: D_impala67
Subject: I have your phone. That sounds creepy. I don’t think there’s a non-creepy way of writing this. Whatever.
Dear Dean, is it?
I just wanted to let you know I found your phone at the bus stop the other night. I wasn’t planning on holding on to it, really, but I got worried that you may have been in trouble, and then you never really looked for it either so, I don’t know, I figured better than someone who’ll snatch it and leave, you know?
Anyways, that’s why I’m emailing. I snooped through it a little, sorry, hopefully you’ll understand it was kinda necessary? Maybe we can arrange something so I can get it back to you. This girl, Jamie, keeps sending me (well you technically) topless photos of her. It’s not really what lights my candle. I’m assuming you’d like it back too.
I hope you’re safe. Looking forward to hearing back from you!
Y/n Andrews
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Do you believe me now?
oh god
you didn’t
Sure did
wow. just wow.
you just handed his ass back to him holy shit!
last time he called, he said he dropped his phone while walking back to his motel, so
he’s okay.
That’s good, I’m glad he’s safe.
I was planning on including something along the lines of “This would’ve been easier if you were an active member of the 21st century and used social media”
But I figured the Jamie thing was motive enough?
yeah. topless Jamie? that’s something else.
Don’t be getting any ideas, dude, I don’t do nudes lmao.
oh god, no i didn’t think that
you did not just type lmao though. how old are you again?
oh god, you’re not 14 or something right? i don’t know what that would make me.
Don’t worry about it, I turned 16 last week.
…
are you serious?
Lmao, no, I’m kidding. I’m twenty-two.
But I think the word you’re looking for is a creep. Oh, and an ageist.
ouch.
Haha, I’m joking.
Lighten up, what are you, ninety?
hi pot meet kettle.
Shit I walked right into that one.
also i’d like to think i don’t text like a ninety-year-old man. could be wrong though
to answer your question i’m twenty-four.
Twenty-four huh? I assume you’re done with college, no?
Or- wait, I guess not everyone goes to college.
Yes, this is me fishing for information.
well… i kinda dropped out.
decided to go on a road trip with my brother.
things went a little south I ended up continuing the family business.
Damn, college drop-out ey? Where from?
Also, Family business? What do you do?
Is this too interview-y? I’m sorry, I don’t mean to snoop.
you’re good.
stanford. pre-law.
and my brother and i are private investigators. that’s why he’s not in Kansas with me. he’s working a case.
Daaaaamn. Stanford AND a lawyer? And now working as a PI? You’re pretty smart, then.
an ageist and a generalist? i didn’t take you for such y/n.
Fuck, okay, you sound like a lawyer too.
hahahah
so what about you?
What about me?
are you in college?
Oh yeah! Film school. My dream has always been to be a director. It’s rare to find someone who loves movies more than I do.
that’s really cool.
hey i’ve been meaning to ask.
Thinking of me, Sam?
…
Do tell.
how come you were walking home through a park in the middle of the night the other day?
Ooh, I was coming back from work.
I’m a bartender and I had a late shift on Friday.
oh I see. That makes sense yeah.
I’m sorry to cut this conversation short, but I’m legitimately three seconds away from falling asleep. I’m gonna hit the hay.
See you later, Sam :)
See you, y/n :)
A smile creeps on Y/n’s features at the thought of more conversations with Sam. He has given her something to look forward to, something to make her a little more excited during her boring every-day life. As she tucks herself in under her covers, eyelids heavy enough to droop involuntarily, the last thing she thinks of is him, the clever, sassy, twenty-four year old college dropout on the other side of the cracked phone screen. The overwhelming urge to get to know him overtakes her as she succumbs to sleep
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So
Do you believe in ghosts?
that’s… random.
May be
why do you ask?
Idk, just wanna get to know you better.
that’s what you ask people you want to get to know better?
Yes?
Are you avoiding the question?
no
i do. believe in ghosts.
You?
So do i.
Well, sorta. I guess I believe in souls more than anything.
hm?
Well… I guess I hope (more than believe) that we are more than our corporeal selves.
In the sense that, it’s comforting to me that when we die, and our bodies stop working, we don’t evaporate.
I guess.
yeah I understand.
i don’t know. i guess i wanna believe in science more than anything but i know better.
How do you mean?
call it a hunch.
Oh c’mon, it’s gotta be more than that.
Sam…?
Y/n huffs out a breath, gnawing at her lip. She hopes her anxiety isn’t right, that Sam isn’t sick of her silly questions and existential dread, and is actually doing something. Perhaps his battery ran out.
...Sure.
She was doing something too, before she decided to text him. Eyes falling on all her books and notes, spread around her like ugly, depressing, anxiety-inducing flower petals. There’s a blanket over her legs, chilly fall weather seeping through her bones, and there’s a half empty pizza box in front of her. She’s full and the left overs are kept for her sister, Emily, who’s currently locked up in her room.
Damn it. Y/n is stressed and tired, and now her distraction is refusing to reply. This sucks. She hates the crawling, awful, gooey feeling of cold anxiety gripping every beat of her heart and stupidly convincing her he’s purposefully ghosting her, because he doesn’t like her.
Not knowing what to occupy herself with, she heads to take a shower. In the back of her head, she knows that she’ll probably not study any longer, so she takes it upon herself to sink under the hot water and wash thoroughly, trying to get her mind off Dean’s phone. When her feet step out of the shower and she has towel-dried herself as best as she can, she tosses her wet hair in a haphazard bun, and gets dressed.
Books stack under the rickety, stained coffee table, and she grabs her sketchbook, her favorite pencil, as well as her and Dean’s phone. She shoots Connor a text, arranging a hang out of some kind, and opens her little booklet, when a text vibrates Dean’s phone.
hey i’m sorry i got caught up in something.
It’s alright.
She doesn’t press the ghost subject, because he doesn’t seem into it and she really doesn’t wanna make him dislike her any more than he possibly already does.
The empty page of her sketchbook daunts her. With a tight grip on her mechanical pencil, she urges her creativity pumps to use some gasoline, but they seem limp and dead, and once more unwilling to help her. As her eyes fall on Dean’s phone, like a light bulb out of a cartoon, she gets an idea.
Hey, this might sound creepy, but what do you look like?
She stares at the phone. This feels like a risky question. God, if he wasn’t done with her before, he certainly must be now. But then, he surprises her.
why do you wanna know?
I’m in the mood to sketch some, and my creativity has officially left the building.
Care to help a girl out? Maybe your literary descriptions will spark something in me lmao.
i didn’t know you sketched.
Yeah, sometimes. Nothing great though, I promise. I’m certainly no Picasso.
i mean you don’t have to be picasso to sketch well. and you don’t have to sketch well to sketch at all.
Yeah, may be.
I don’t wanna pressure you into anything, you really don’t have to humor me.
If you do feel like it though, don’t send me a picture. Kinda wanna spark some life into my brain cells.
haha i will. only if you show me the finished product tho.
You’ve got yourself a deal :)
She simply cannot believe he has just agreed to this. Her breath is caught in her throat.
so.
what do you want me to start with?
Just whatever. Idk, tell me about your face.
well
i have brown curly-ish hair that reaches my ears. uh, my eyes are hazel.
Okay, that’s a start.
What’s your nose like?
it’s a bit pointy. thin i think?
Jawline?
sharp? i guess?
this is by far the weirdest thing i’ve done.
Lmao, yeah, this is pretty weird.
Exciting though.
She shouldn’t have said that. Fuck, that is definitely overeager.
yeah it is.
Her stomach feels floaty at his response.
Eyebrows?
uh
normal?
How do you classify “normal” eyebrows, exactly?
i don’t know? they’re simple i guess.
Are you implying complicated eyebrows exist out there?
…
Elaborate, Sam. Are you shy? Do you not have eyebrows? Are they bushy? Or too thin? Or pointy?
i’m telling you they’re average.
Sam
what
You officially suck at this.
oh fuck off how would you describe yours?
Y/n proceeds to write a cohesive sentence that includes adjectives apart from “normal” and “average”. Words like bushy, thin, arched and curvy.
well shit yeah i guess i do suck at this.
i think it’s not a skill i mind not having.
That… is a confusing sentence.
just… draw them however. what difference can eyebrows make?
Oh you have no idea.
Okay, last thing.
Do you have a fringe?
yeah but not for long. i’ll probably let it grow out.
Okay, I can do something with that. Thanks :)
no problem
Her creativity is finally servicing her according to her commands, and Y/n puts pen to paper and scribbles messily. Line after line, they curl and sit on the page, forming a smile with thin lips, a sharp jaw, a pointy nose. She has to guess the eyebrows a bit, and the eyes are more cartoonish and generic than she likes. In the end, she gets anxious at the prospect of having to show him, and gives him a hood, so she won’t fuck up the hair.
Okay, I’m done.
that was quick, actually.
Well I didn’t have much to go on.
Sam doesn’t reply. She worries he might have misinterpreted her teasing tone.
Gimme a sec, I’ll send it over.
Ugh, Dean’s camera is such shit. Do you mind if I send it from my phone?
no go ahead.
[Y/n has sent a picture]
As you said, it didn’t take long. It’s really not the best.
that…
is actually not too far from the truth
it kind of looks like me from two years ago
wow, really?
yeah.
and it’s honestly a pretty good sketch. good job.
Thank you :)
Sam doesn’t say anything after this, and she huffs. Her head falls back on the couch, and she stares at the ceiling. She should go to bed soon, it’s getting late.
isn’t this strange?
Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit oh shit, she thinks. He’s regretting this. He doesn’t like her. He’ll stop talking to her and that’ll be it.
Why does she care so much? It’s a thought that passes through her mind. It hasn’t been long since they started talking and, after the near-kidnapping encounter, they’ve been having nearly daily conversations, but that still doesn’t mean much. She knows barely anything about him.
She guesses, she wants to get to know him better. He seems like the type of guy she’d enjoy hanging out with and she has so far. Stopping any kind of conversation would surely feel like a loss. She’d have to go back to her boring routine. This is the most exciting thing she has allowed herself to do in years.
A part of her feels rather lame for finding such a thrill at something so trivial. She’s talking to a stranger, and that’s all it is, but the prospect that he could be anyone at all, and she’s never even seen his face… well… It feels refreshing, new. Scary in an adrenaline-rush kind of way.
What is?
us. texting.
isn’t it a little odd?
I guess it is a bit.
I mean we’ve only known each other for, what, a week? And a half?
yeah.
should we stop?
I don’t know
Do you want to?
The extra moment his reply takes to arrive makes her want to vomit.
no
Then there’s your answer.
okay then
can I save you in my contacts?
Sure, go ahead.
I just did too.
alright.
Okay :)
I’m sorry, I have to go.
I guess I’ll text you later, Sam.
Go be whoever Sam Something is.
it’s winchester.
Like the shotgun?
yup.
That’s BADASS. Can you even get more badass than this? Pre-law, now a PI, and you’re named after a shotgun? Damn dude.
Well, it’s nice to meet you Sam. I’m Y/n Andrews.
Haha thanks.
nice to meet you, too
goodnight Y/n Andrews.
Night Sam Winchester :)
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Part 3
A/N: Thoughts? How are you liking the newer version of this? right after I post it, I’m gonna delete the other one.
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We’ve been together long enough for me to figure it out
The sentence flowed out of her red stained lips easily which threw everyone for a loop, surprised glances were tossed around the group. Barry’s mouth formed an O shape and Diana’s brows raised as she glanced between you and Bruce, whose angry eyes were locked on the smirking Selina Kyle. Bruce’s hand locked onto her arm and started pulling her away, leaving his team behind and Diana cleared her throat.
“Right then, let’s. . Get back.”
Her sympathetic eyes locked onto your face, which had a blank expression and led everyone back to the plane. It was strangely quiet, except for Barry who spoke quickly to Clark about something, “And I told him, all I did was push people over and run away, but he didn’t believe me! So..”
With Alfred’s help the plane almost completely piloted itself, Diana didn’t have to do much for it to return to the safe house. As it neared, she flipped a few switches to conceal the aircraft, and landed the plane just outside the familiar abandoned building. The engines slowed to a hummed noise, and everyone got up from their seats - everyone except for you. Barry passed you first but paused, which made Diana press her elbow into his back to make him move along. Clark stopped beside you, and placed a hand on your shoulder carefully, which caused you to look up from your pensive state, a small hmm leaving your lips.
“You wanna come inside?” He asked. You looked from his stare to your hands, and sighed.
“Don’t have much of a choice, do I?”
Clark smiled sadly at you, “Not too much of a choice.”
You laughed at his honesty. It wasn’t actual laughter, but he recognized the sarcasm laced in it. The half smile, the way you shook your head, and you finally stood. He let you walk off first and into the light drizzle of rain. Each step the pair took further from the ship, the ground beneath it began to descend. You didn’t even need to look behind you, Bruce was ever the brilliant man for that detail too.
Tonight you were learning quite a bit from him. Just like before.
When Clark and you joined the rest of the group, the chatter quieted. Barry was attempting to locate food in the kitchen, and Diana stood straighter from leaning against the wall near it. She smiled sheepishly at you, and Clark left from your side. You looked at the computer in the room, and was the one to ask the dreaded question.
“When is he going to be here?”
Diana glanced at Clark for a moment, who only shrugged his shoulders, “We’re. . . Not sure.”
You nodded, and found yourself drawn to the couch, and planted yourself there on one side. Tonight made everything much more clear for you about the breakup, about those last few months of your relationship with Bruce. It wasn’t the Batman revelation that made the split happen, no it was something much worse. Something that happened just a couple months after that.
Work had gotten busier for you. That wasn’t to say you weren’t successful during your relationship with Bruce, he didn’t play into that. You were successful before you met Bruce, but somehow in those last few weeks things had exploded for your business. You found yourself swamped in work but it was good, it was so good for you and your career. But with it, and with Bruce’s new found vigilantism, you began to see less and less of one another.
He stopped sending flowers, he stopped sending those cute emails like he would at random times in the day, you heard from him less and less. But it wasn’t all his fault, it fell on you as well. Some dinners were cancelled, calls were missed, and texts unsent. It wasn’t on purpose, it just happened. But you didn’t want it to. You never wanted it to.
One night, you remembered the rain and how hard it fell that night, you drove out to see him, in that house by the lake you often wanted to call home. You did, kind of, you stayed there for most nights during the week, but not so much anymore. It was hard to see past the sheet of rain as you pulled into the long waved driveway. But you did it. You parked behind his car and switched the engine off, and squinted into the glass windows. All the lights were on of course, but there was no sign of him.
You had to fling the door open and grab your purse and rush inside. You fumbled with your key and slid it into the lock and let yourself in, but it didn’t matter, you were completely drenched. As you shut the door behind you and wiped some of the water from your face, you heard the tap of feet come down the hallway. But it wasn’t Bruce’s, Alfred came around the corner, and looked shocked to see you.
“Hey Al,” you greeted, and smiled at him.
“I keep telling him to pull the car in if he’s expecting you,” he casually said. You set your purse down and removed your wet jacket, and Alfred was quick to grab it from you.
“Oh he wasn’t expecting me I just thought I’d surprise him,” you said, “is he..?”
“I’m afraid he is,” Alfred replied, already knowing the question. You nodded and started towards the bedroom you shared with Bruce. You didn’t know what you were going to find out that night.
You were pulled from your thoughts when the door opened, everyone looked to it and weren’t surprised to see Bruce enter the room. He looked nervous, everyone could see it, and you just kept your arms rested on your legs, and stared at him.
Bruce let the door close behind him as he took a couple steps into the room. He looked between Clark, Diana, and you. Barry was eating something behind the group in the kitchen, and wasn’t paying too much attention. Clark and Diana stood behind the couch, arms crossed in front of them, but Diana was the first to break the silence.
“Do you care to tell us what’s going on, Bruce?” she asked.
Bruce glanced your way again, but you had averted your gaze to the wall, “I’ve been in contact with Selina about what’s going on, after the Arkham break out,” he stated very carefully.
“Only after?” Clark asked. Bruce narrowed his eyes at him, but you sat there and your stomach turned.
“For this matter, yes,” he said honestly. But Clark knew this wasn’t the answer you had hoped for. He looked at your shoulders tense, as did Bruce. You just continued to rub your hands together.
“Well, what does she know?” Diana pressed.
“The mayor’s office has covered up the fact that all of Arkham’s inmates were broken out,” he said, “not escaped. Someone initiated it. She doesn’t know who this guy is, but he’s planning some kind of siege on the city,” he paused, “he’s only starting with Gotham. Metropolis, Central City, Star City, they’re all going to be targeted.”
Silence filled the room. Diana looked down at her feet and Clark up to the ceiling for a moment. Barry was fully paying attention at this point, and shifted his weight from one leg to another, “Shouldn’t we be getting more guys in on this then? Anyone?”
“I know a lead in Star City,” Bruce said, “but getting him in may be difficult.”
“It’s a start,” Clark said. There was a nodded agreement amongst them, and Diana looked to you once more. She motioned for Clark and Barry to follow her out of the room. Clark followed, pushing Barry along in front of him, who exclaimed his confusion.
That left Bruce and you alone in the open. He had his hands twisted in his jacket pockets and looked at his feet. You finally broke your stare from the wall and looked at him. You both didn’t say anything, and you could feel the sting in your eyes. It was funny, you had told yourself just 6 months ago you wouldn’t cry over Bruce Wayne ever again. Yet here you were.
“What did she mean by it,” you asked in almost a whisper. But he heard you. He just didn’t know how to reply. His silence though bothered you.
“What did she mean by it, Bruce,” you said a little stronger now. That made him finally look up and meet your gaze.
“We’ve been. . . Intimate a few times,” he said, “nothing more than that.”
You nodded, a hurt smirk on your face, “For how long.”
Bruce took a step forward, “(Y/N)-”
“Dont fucking gaslight me,” you said, standing from the couch and pointed at him, “tell me the truth. For how long.”
“Fine! You really wanna know?” He yelled, and put his hands on hips.
“Yes! I want to fucking know!”
“Over a year! There! Are you fucking happy?”
You blinked at him as your jaw dropped a little. Over a year. You broke up only 13 months ago. That could only mean. . . You couldn’t even finish the thought, but his face gave you the answer you never wanted to hear.
“Is that why you pushed me away,” you whispered, “because-”
“Yes,” he breathed, “I. . . Couldn’t bear the thought that I had done it. And I couldn’t admit it to you.”
A single tear fell down your cheek. You shook your head as you focused on a spot on the floor, “Did you. . In the house did you-”
“Yes,” he mumbled, “a couple of times, yes.”
“A couple,” you stopped yourself, “in the bed that. . . that we would-”
“Yes,” he finished for you. Silence fell over you both as you two began to process what he was sharing, every gruesome detail. Tears were on the brim of your eyes, and Bruce looked on sadly. He tried to take a step closer to you, and you moved away to the end of the couch.
“What do you think-”
“I’m sorry,” he pleaded, “I’m so sorry. I loved you, I still love you-”
“No,” you cut him off this time, “you don’t do that to someone you love.”
“Please just let me explain-”
“No,” you cut him off again, and took another step back, “no you don’t get to explain anything to me.”
Bruce stopped in his tracks, and watched you glance over him one time, and then you turned away from him. And in that moment, he felt like he lost you all over again. He watched you walk away, just like he did over a year ago. And it still broke his heart.
You made it to your room and shut the door very softly. You had managed to hold the tears in but couldn’t any longer. They slid down your cheeks and neck and you stared at the bed before you. The thought of last night came into your mind and something in you snapped. You practically tore the clothing off your body and threw it into a corner of the room, it would go forgotten for awhile. You took your time picking out shorts and a basic tee to throw on when you looked over at the bed. Your skin burned just looking at the sheets and covers on it.
Frantically, you tore every piece of bedding off of it and threw it in the same pile as the clothes. Tears clouded your vision as you worked on peeling each dirty memory from the bed, until it was bare. And you were bare. A quiet sob left your body and you covered your mouth with your hand, and eased yourself onto the ground. You pulled your legs to your chest and leaned against the bed. Tears just slid down your cheeks, and you sat there. Alone. Quiet.
There was a soft knock at the door, but you didn’t bother to acknowledge it. However, that didn’t stop the person from pushing your door open. From the corner of your eye, you saw the tall figure, who tried to look for some kind of sign they could come in. The best you could offer was a glance, and your face scrunching up in another cry. A plea.
Clark entered your room and shut the door behind him. He hurried over to you and sat beside you and that’s when you started to cry once more. His right arm wrapped around your shoulder and you leaned into his side. Your body shook from the cries, and he wrapped his left arm around you to soften the gasps. His chin rested above your head as you burrowed yourself more and more into him.
He sat there with you until you started to calm down. Until the gasps stopped, until your sniffles disappeared, and until you released your legs from your grasp. He tilted his head to get a look at you, and all he could see were those (e/c/l) pensive eyes staring at the wall.
“Stay here,” we whispered. You nodded in response and he carefully detached himself from you. As he stood, you watched as he entered your bathroom and entered the closet in there. He was gone for just a few moments before he reappeared with a fresh set of sheets, and new comforter. He didn’t say anything as he worked around you to fit the sheets on, dress the pillows in new covers, and smooth the comforter over the bed. You didn’t make eye contact with him again until he kneeled before you, and rested his arms on his legs.
“Come on,” he whispered, and held a hand out for you. You looked from his face to his hand, and hesitated only for a moment to take it. Clark pulled you up from the floor, and with his strong arms he helped you climb into bed, and under the covers.
He offered a small smile, and you still gripped his hand. He turned as if to leave, but the fact you didn’t let go of his hand pulled his attention back to you.
“Can you stay for a bit longer, Kent?” You whispered it to him, but he heard you.
He would always hear you.
He nodded and crawled over you so he sat beside you. You sat there quietly for a few moments before you spoke again.
“Did you hear?”
You played with the blanket covering you, and Clark sighed, “I did. . . I’m sorry.”
You shrugged, “I know you can’t help it,” you smiled sadly to yourself, “I just,” you laughed a bit, but this time he could hear that hurt, “Bruce he was the first one that I let into my life, after..”
You trailed off, and Clark frowned, but you didn’t look at him. You just kept playing with the fabric of the blanket.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
You glanced over your shoulder a bit, and then focused back on the blanket you played with. You moved a bit, shimmied down the bed and Clark couldn’t help but smile at your movements. You proceeded to lay your head in his lap, and he carefully moved his arm so it rested behind your back. You were positioned so that you stared ahead at the door, and Clark instinctively started to gently run his fingers over your hair.
He remembered vividly the last time he did this with you. Before you went off for college, before he disappeared from your life. He sat in this same position, and you rested your head in his lap and fell asleep. It would be the last time you saw him for years. But not the last time he would see you.
“Clark,” you suddenly called out.
“Yes?” he asked. You twisted a bit so your head laid straight up in his lap and you could meet his gaze.
You bit your lip a bit as you wondered about your question, “After you left. . . Did you ever come back?”
There was something in your still wet eyes, and they looked at him in a way he hadn’t seen himself in years. You were looking for the truth, it was something you needed to know. Clark cleared his throat and shifted a bit back towards the headboard.
“I did,” he admitted, “a couple of times, but. . . You were gone by then. And your mom she wouldn’t-”
“She never told me,” you said quietly.
Clark nodded, “I saw you once,” he paused and you looked at him in shock, “in Metropolis. Sitting outside a restaurant.”
That was enough to get you back sitting up, and facing him completely now, “You saw me?”
He nodded, “You were reading Jane Eyre, your favorite, the same copy your father gave you. You had this blue dress on and I saw you from the other side of the street, couldn’t miss you,” he smiled a bit to himself, and you looked at him with sad eyes, “I was going to go over, but then I saw Bruce join you, and you two kissed and I thought. . . You’d be better off not knowing I was there.”
You smiled sadly at him and then suddenly you had moved to lay down. Clark’s arm wrapped down your back as you cushioned yourself into his side. You didn’t say anything and neither did he. Why you felt the need to hug onto his side was beyond him, but Clark didn’t budge the rest of that night. You needed someone there with you, and if you needed it to be him then he would be there.
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The Goode Case, 1/14 (Jaida/Jan) - Juno
Summary: The case of the missing heiress and NYU senior Gigi Goode throws New York detective Jaida, along with her colleagues Brita and Jackie, into a mystery. Especially when the case takes a paranormal turn. And Jaida is not ready to face her truth.
Chapter Summary: Being on call on a Saturday is a drag, but a clue and two witnesses can’t wait until Monday. Not when it’s been thirty-six hours since Gigi Goode disappeared.
(A/N: Hi all - after lurking for a while I’m posting for the first time! The ship(s) are REALLY slow burn, and the whole fic is huge by complete accident, so if you’d rather read it on AO3 it’s over there too. So here’s the insane detective au that no one asked for. I hope you enjoy!)
Saturday 28th October
9.30AM
It wasn’t the usual alarm that made Jaida roll over sleepily, even though initially she thought it was.
She liked to organise her life separately, and that included her phone tones. One tone for family, one tone for Heidi and her other closest friends, one for colleagues, and one for strangers. Of course sleep threw her memory out of the window, and in thinking she was hitting the sleep button, she inadvertently declined the call instead.
The phone sounded again a few seconds after Jaida had closed her eyes and thrown her arm back over her face, drifting back into her dream. This time, coming to, she picked up the phone and peered at the screen. Jackie’s name had come up.
Of course, she realised – it was a work tone, not an alarm.
“This is Hall.”
“Jaida, I think there’s been an update on the case you’re on.”
How did Jackie sound so put-together this early on a Saturday? And how would she know about the case anyway? Brita was heading it, while Jackie had been working on something different. Surely Brita would have been the one to call?
“What’s the update?”
“Something to do with the abandoned property on Westfield Avenue.”
“You mean the old Visage guest house?” Jaida rubbed her eyes. “What does that place have to do with anything on the case? You know damn well it’ll just be more kids playing around. Brita and I got called there to break up a party or something three weeks ago.”
“I’m not sure. But what I do know, is that it will be me and you. And you know what that means, don’t you?”
Jaida nodded grimly.
Jackie’s – unusual – talents weren’t really publicly known, but they weren’t really unknown either within the office.
“If you nod, I can’t hear you.”
“Okay okay, I’m getting up.” Jaida stifled a yawn. “Is it plain clothes or uniform?”
“Uhm,” Jackie paused, “I didn’t catch that part. But don’t come round yet. Just wait for Brita to call you. Don’t tell her I called first, you know how she gets.”
Jaida put down the phone, stretched and rolled to the edge of the bed, sitting up.
“Phone call from Brita in five, four, three …”
Her phone was ringing again before she could even finish counting. This time it was the friend tone, she saw Brita on her screen, in a selfie they had taken together.
While Jackie was still relatively new to the team, Brita and Jaida went way back. Three long years on the team as Detectives, and even with Brita’s recent promotion to team leader, half a step below Sergeant, they were still tight. Jaida preferred to keep some separation, but Brita had graduated to a friend, not just a colleague.
“This is Hall.”
“Jaida. Wait. You’re awake?” Brita sounded incredulous.
“Sure.”
“On a Saturday?”
“Girl …”
“… before noon?”
“Shut up, Brita.”
There was silence for a few moments. “Has Jackie already called you?”
“No,” Jaida said, but she knew it was a little too fast.
Brita sighed on the other end of the phone. “She’s really starting to get on my nerves. I told her not to do her telepathic stuff on me unless I ask her to, or like, I’m unconscious at a crime scene. I don’t need her reading my mind whenever Chief gives me an update on a case.”
“I don’t think she can always control it, especially if you’re shocked by something. And you know she doesn’t normally. You said you can feel it when she does it! That’s more than what I can do.”
“Anyway, a clue has been found at the old Visage guest house. The one that’s been abandoned since the 80s. A gold anklet. Check your email when I ring off for the photo and the updated report on the case.”
Jaida sighed. “Plain or uniform?”
“Plain, until we know more. Can you be here at eleven?”
“Sure.” Like she had a choice.
When Brita hung up, Jaida sent a quick text to Heidi, who she’d promised to meet today for a shopping trip.
Jaida: Heidi Aphrodite x
Heidi: hey gorg xx
Jaida: Hey, got an emergency at work. Can’t come out today. Sorry, will make it up to you next Saturday if you want?
Heidi: Jai you promised! How am i gonna look hot tonight for my date without u to get me fashion tips? Xx
Heidi: im gonna look like a witch lmao x
Jaida: Sorry H. She gonna love u anyway though! And no you won’t look like a witch! Xx
Eleven was pushing it, so Jaida opted for a pair of plain black jeans with a black polo neck sweatshirt, the first things to appear before her in what she called her “boring shelf” of her drawers, where she had the plain clothes for work. There wasn’t even any time for makeup really – she just swiped a layer of mascara and lip gloss and seized her bag before heading out the door of her room.
“Hey, Widow,” she called to her housemate, who was already up and in the living room, her paintbrush in hand, holding it up to the window and using it to measure the angles of the view outside. “You get much sleep last night?”
“Not much,” Widow said, not turning from her painting, “been up since the crack of fucking dawn.” She dabbed a bit more of the orange and ran it into the colours already on the canvas, spilling some onto the newspapers on the floor, and the band shirt and long shorts she wore, which were already covered in paint. “I can’t even remember what the sun looked like.”
Jaida inspected the painting from afar, a gorgeous interpretation of the sunrise from their apartment, which faced east, in Widow’s favourite set of acrylics.
The sun had long risen already and was now behind some dark clouds, but Widow was working partly from the outside, and partly from a photo she’d taken from her phone. Her strokes were frantic, paint dotting the newspapers that she always put down.
“Did you even try to sleep last night?” Jaida asked warily.
“Bitch of course I did, but I can’t sleep much right now, you know how it is.” Widow wiped her brow with her forearm and reached down to the table behind her for the mug of black coffee she’d poured herself.
“There’s some coffee in the pot if you want some?”
“Nah, I got to work. Emergency.”
“You’re fucking married to your work, Jai,” Widow said sadly, picking up the brush again and dipping back into the orange, still not looking at her. “There’s more to life.”
Jaida wanted more than anything to stay here and comfort Widow, but she knew she’d miss the bus if she stayed much more. Instead she went to give her a kiss on the cheek and a one-armed hug before seizing her coat and bag and heading out the door.
It was October, late October, and it was already turning cold this year. Jaida tugged her coat around her and blew into her hands as she stood waiting for the bus. Once she was on, it was a long ride into the city, and she got to settle into her seat and finally open her email.
The photo was just a photograph of an anklet sent from a phone, on the white table so as to make it stand out. But the report that Brita had attached, it was the Goode case.
Jaida frowned. Brita and Jaida had been working on that yesterday, but Jackie was on a different case, so that couldn’t be right. And it wasn’t like Brita not to double-check exactly what she was sending her. She’d have to check with her when she got to the office.
11.04AM
“Sorry I’m late,” Jaida lied through her teeth as she dashed into the meeting room. Four minutes was neither here nor there, but Brita was always on time for everything, and a few minutes was still a slight affront.
Jackie, next to Brita, raised an eyebrow in a way that let Jaida know that she wasn’t convinced.
“Traffic?” Brita asked.
“Traffic,” Jaida nodded. “And that driver, he didn’t know the green light from the red one. Took the car behind beeping like crazy for him to move.”
Jackie’s other eyebrow was raised now too. Jaida didn’t feel guilty in telling a little white lie, but she did occasionally forget about Jackie’s telepathic abilities. Unlike Brita though, Jaida couldn’t tell when Jackie was hearing her thoughts, so Jackie had probably seen through her mind that Jaida had spent the last ten minutes hurriedly gulping down her Starbucks rather than in a traffic jam. Honestly, Jaida probably could have done with some more coffee, but needs must and all that.
She gave Jackie a look, and repeated in her mind just go with it just go with it just go with it as loudly as she could think, until Jackie looked away.
“Okay, well now that you’re here, we need to discuss the morning’s itinerary,” Brita said, unfolding the paper she’d printed. “Here’s the revised report.”
“Yeah about that, I think you sent me the wrong one,” Jaida interrupted.
“I know what you’re thinking, but the new clue does seem to relate to the Goode case.” Brita nodded grimly.
“Has Jackie been filled in on the Goode case?”
“Well, I read the report,” Jackie replied. “Georgina Goode, twenty-two, senior in fashion design at NYU, missing since Thursday night, that sound about right?”
“That sums it up, yes.” Brita unfurled the map of the area.
“Georgina was last seen at a party on Northfield, here, on Thursday night, several witnesses have confirmed that. We’re on Saturday morning now. Last sighting was on a security camera on the corner of Northfield and Westfield, and that was at …” Brita glanced at the date stamp on the camera print out. “Eleven twenty-nine. Georgina was turning onto Westfield through that camera. The first camera on Westfield is still undergoing repairs, and the second one never caught her.”
“Could she have gotten into a car?” Jackie asked, but Brita shook her head.
“No cars on camera were recorded on any of the streets at that time, not until eleven thirty-five. And that driver was interviewed first thing this morning. His alibi is water-tight.”
“So she’s been gone for thirty-six hours,” Jaida nodded. “And her parents are still saying she’s not home?”
Brita shook her head, chewing her bottom lip grimly.
Jaida felt her heart sinking. The fact that Georgina was heading into the second day of being officially missing, meant that this investigation was more and more likely becoming a search for a body rather than a person.
“And the anklet that’s been found, is it Georgina’s?”
“We’ve yet to have confirmation from the parents, but we did get some … uh, unusual new witnesses to the case. Two students from NYU. They went to the Visage guest house to do some paranormal stuff,” Brita used her fingers to make speech marks. “They’re the ones who found the anklet, and one of claims it’s Georgina’s. They’ve agreed to interview today, at eleven thirty.”
“I thought that house was boarded up?” Jackie asked.
“Well, one of them found a loose window. Let the other one in. And it’s a good thing they did,” Brita said darkly, “because otherwise we’d have no leads yet. And it gets more interesting from there.”
“How?”
“Come with me,” Brita beckoned to them both, “and we’ll go set up for interview. I’ll watch the monitors.”
11.30AM
The witness room had the blinds drawn to keep out the sun, for even though it wasn’t the warmest day, the windows in that room could heat it right up in a heartbeat if the sun was out. It meant that the light was on, even though it was still early.
The two women were also seniors, as Georgina was. From the notes Jaida had been given, they were Kristen and Ava, and Jaida read that Kristen shared classes with Georgina, while Ava knew her through Kristen. One of them was trembling while the other looked quite placid.
Jaida looked from one to the other, then down at her notepad, while Jackie sat down next to her, her eyes darting between the two witnesses as she pressed the record button.
Jaida cleared her throat. “So, uhm, Kristen and Ava –“
“No! We’ve said this ten times already!” The more nervous of the two piped up. “I’m Crystal, she’s Aiden! Whoever wrote down our names in the lobby wrote them wrong!” Crystal, the one who was speaking, put her head in her hands, obscured by a curtain of curly red hair. Aiden put a hand on Crystal’s shoulder to calm her down.
“Sorry about my friend, she’s not normally this anxious, we’ve just had – an experience,” Aiden said quietly.
Jackie nodded. “I understand.”
She was trying to sound sympathetic, but Jaida caught a hitch in her voice, felt Jackie tense up suddenly. Even with their mental connection, Jaida could not read minds, so Jackie’s thoughts would have to remain a mystery for now at least.
“I’ll adjust it now,” Jaida muttered, crossing out the names and re-writing them. “Right, Crystal and Aiden, you found the anklet in the old guest house?”
Crystal emerged from behind her hands. “Yeah, yeah we did.”
“Why were you there? Did you think Georgina would be there?”
“She – she’d mentioned something about it,” Crystal was shivering, Aiden rubbing her shoulder, seemingly encouraging her to go on.
“Do you remember what she said exactly?” Jaida asked, pen hovering over the notepad.
“She said it had been owned by a relative,” Crystal replied. “I can’t remember who, some distant relative.“
“The Visage family closed the house after a few controversies back in the eighties,” Jaida said. “Were the Visage family related to Georgina’s?”
“No one calls her Georgina, she’s Gigi.”
“Alright, well were they related to Gigi?”
“I mean, I don’t know, but she said they were!” Crystal’s voice was rising in pitch, shaking with emotion. Aiden continued to rub her shoulder while she took a couple of deep breaths to relax.
Jackie’s breathing on the other hand was shaky next to Jaida, and Jaida wished that Jackie would leave the room or something, if she was getting something mentally from these girls.
“So you went to the house. Did you think Gigi was inside it?”
Jaida managed to catch Aiden, whose face had been expressionless so far, tense a muscle in her jaw and her eyes dart to Crystal, who met them before looking back at Jaida.
“I don’t know.” Crystal shook her head.
“You sure?” Jaida asked.
“Well,” Crystal began, but Jaida saw it clearly this time; Aiden give her shoulder a rapid squeeze, and Crystal sighed. “I thought I saw her inside. But I was wrong,” she added hurriedly. Aiden, next to her, tensed her jaw again.
“Inside? In the building?“
Aiden took her hand away from Crystal.
“I didn’t see her,” Aiden said, speaking finally, “but Crystal said she did, so I looked around and I – I found a loose board in one of the windows,” she shrugged. “I didn’t see the issue with taking it off to get in, especially if Crystal said she saw someone.” Her tone was defiant.
“You girls aren’t in trouble for going in, if you think she was there,” Jaida tried to calm her down, “but you’re saying you didn’t see her?”
Aiden paused before shaking her head. “No, I didn’t.”
“But she must have been there, because that’s her anklet! I gave her that for her birthday last December, she’s worn it ever since!” Crystal cried.
“You recognise the anklet? In this picture?” Jaida slid the photo of it to her.
In response, Crystal leaned into her chair and raised her right leg to the table, lifting her floor-length skirt away from her ankle. She was wearing an identical anklet to the one in the picture.
“We have the same ones! Matching ones. She’s my best friend.”
Crystal was seemingly holding back tears now; and as she put her foot back on the floor, she rubbed her eyes ferociously with the back of her hand. “I’m sorry, I want you to take me seriously, I know it sounds crazy, but I know what I saw. I saw Gigi, and we found the anklet, so she must have been there.”
“So you found the anklet, but did you see any other sign of disturbance?”
“I don’t – I don’t know. We just found the anklet, and we – we left,” Crystal stuttered, glancing at Aiden as if for confirmation.
“You didn’t see or hear any people? No one in there?”
“No, no one,” Crystal said.
“You sure?”
Crystal nodded. Aiden’s left eye gave a definite twitch.
Jackie pushed back her chair, muttering something about needing water. She stumbled to the door of the witness room, pulling it open and rushing away.
“I think we should wrap up for now on this,” Jaida said, rapping her notebook. “But before we do, is there anything else we should know that you have that could help us with the investigation?”
They both hesitated.
“Remember that your friend is missing,” Jaida said as gently as she could. “If you know anything that could help her, you’re doing the best by her in telling us.”
Aiden shook her head slowly, biting her lower lip.
“I don’t think I do,” Crystal muttered. “But … can I call you if, you know, anything else happens?”
Jaida slid her card over the table. “Sure, any time you need to.”
She turned off the recorder and let the two students leave the room, before turning out herself, locking the door behind her. They hurried down the corridor, back to the lobby, and disappeared out of the building.
Back in the meeting room, Jaida entered to find Brita was clutching Jackie’s shoulders, Jackie still shaking in fright, a glass of water shuddering in her hand. Jaida made sure the door to the meeting room was closed.
“Child, what was that about?”
“Jaida,” Brita warned, but Jackie put her glass down on the table.
“No, Brita, I need to tell her too! She probably noticed the same thing.” Jackie sat down in the chair, joined by Brita next to her, while Jaida took an opposing seat.
“It was so … weird,” Jackie’s voice quaked with emotion, “but that girl with the short hair, Aiden, I got – I got nothing at all from her.”
“Nothing? That’s weird,” Jaida agreed.
“Not even the whispering?”
“Nothing!” Jackie cried, pushing back her fringe. “It was so strange! I don’t think I’ve ever had that from someone! I mean, I know I have to have a connection with people to read them clearly, but most people at least whisper! I don’t get why … why I didn’t even hear that!”
“And the other one? Crystal?” Brita asked quietly.
Jackie took a deep breath to steady herself, suddenly stone-cold and calm, and looked Jaida straight in the eyes.
“She’s like you, Jai.”
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Excellent ship my friend
How many dates do they go on before they have sex?
Oh my god, Keebo would actually research what is the appropriate amount of time to wait gjiisjdgrlk so uuhh whatever that amount is, he’d ask as soon as they hit that. “Shuichi! I believe it would now be, u-um… a-appropriate for us to engage in intercourse! i-if you want to…?”
Who is the more dominate one? Who is the more submissive one? Do they switch?
Just reblogged art of this but they’re both such huge bottoms oh my god. But in terms of dominance, Shuichi is definitely the gentle, guidance dom. He’s the patient and more mature one of the relationship, so he’s the one to hand hold Keebo through it haha. I imagine at one point Keebo wants to be more assertive and he does a bunch of research and actually manages to be a good dom though! Shuichi is impressed, but of course, his nature is still to be a shy little robot lol
Do they use toys? If so, who is the one to suggest it? Also if so, what kind of toys do they use?
Keebo could literally be a walking toy if he so wanted, so yes, I think he’d definitely take the chance and ask Miu to give him a couple extra functions to please Shuichi. The possibilities are literally endless here, it depends on how wild you’re willing to get with the sci-fi aspect of it lol. Basic recommendations would be, of course, vibration and sucking mechanisms, perhaps some lubrication as well
What is their favorite position?
Brushing over the actual logistics of fucking a robot and just assuming they can fuck like normal, I think positions like spooning or just taking the other from behind would really suit them! Also 69, again, if I forget the whole robot deal lol
What is the craziest position they’ve done?
I don’t see them doing anything too crazy, but uuhhh Keebo’s a robot soooo? Ultimate flexibility hopefully ;) you can bend him so many ways just think of all the possibilities sdkgjdgt
Have either one of them gotten hurt doing above mentioned crazy position?
Keebo doesn’t get injured since his body is built to be able to bend those ways lol, but Shuichi might pull a muscle every once in a while trying to keep up lololol
Which one is more likely to send nude pictures to the other via text or email?
You know what? I could see Keebo not being shy over text/the internet as much as he is in person, so hell yeah let Keebo send Shuichi nudes 2020. I’d say his pictures are surprisingly lewd and Shuichi just dIES when he sees them lmao
If suggested, would they be interested in a threesome? And if so, who suggested it first and who is the third person they’d add?
For them I really don’t think a threesome would ever happen to be honest, neither of them seem like the type. BUT if they did! Maybe Rantaro? Perhaps Kaede
Who teases the other in public? (Like under the table/hands in their pants/up skirt kind of teasing)
Oh my god for this I could see Shuichi doing it, Keebo’s reactions are really cute and Shuichi just,,,, lightly teases him when no one is looking haha. Shu feels a little bad for embarrassing him so much but it’s hard to resist
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2, 4, 10, 12, 15, 20, 21, 23, 27 ;3c
2: (truth) What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you in the past week? (dare) Refresh your dashboard and send an anonymous compliment to the person who posted whatever’s at the top of your dash.
Truth: this was technically like a week and a half ago but it was really embarrassing/awkward so i’m going with this one. i missed several email reminders to turn in my work hours for TAing this month, which i needed a professor to sign, and i finally noticed the emails while i was in a class that ended at 5:00 and i thought the office closed at 5:30. it was also a friday before a long weekend and the form was already late so i couldn’t turn it in any later. i emailed the professor asking if he was still on campus so i could get his stamp of approval (and i was late last month too so this was twice in a row: embarrassing). he said he was, so as soon as class ended i went there and got his stamp, and i booked it to the office.
i get there at 5:25, turns out they closed at 5:15. i knocked on the door just in case they would open it and this lady i’ve never interacted with told me to go away and that the person in charge of the TA stuff (let’s call her OL) had gone somewhere. so as i’m slowing leaving the building with my tail between my legs i get a call on my cellphone from OL and she’s like “wait no come back i need you to turn it in” and i went back and turned it in and apologized a million times.
i was about to leave when i noticed that a Canadian professor i’d had for a class once two years ago was there so i awkwardly said hello and we code-switched to English. this professor is also in charge of the department’s mental health committee. she asked me if i had filled out the survey that she had sent out the previous day and i said “no not yet” and then she started talking about how important it was and blah blah blah and then OL comes over and she says, also in English, “Oh no, Drew is fine he doesn’t need mental health services” (which is like not true lololol but whatever) and then Canadian prof said that she didn’t mean it like that (in Japanese, but her Japanese isn’t very good tbh). So then OL code-switches back to Japanese and tries to finish her joke, that I don’t need mental health services because i have a mame shiba. But Canadian prof. didn’t understand her apparently and started talking over her and i was like “@OL lolol yes my dog heals my soul” and OL was trying to fix the miscommunication with Canadian prof. and it was just. a taxing experience The End.
4: (truth) What is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for you? (dare) Post the oldest selfie on your camera roll.
Dare: Not a selfie but this is me teaching while looking not at all like a teacher lmao
10: (truth) What was your favorite band five years ago? (dare) Tag a blog that posts very different content from yours, but that you couldn’t imagine not following.
Truth: Let’s see, 2015? I don’t think I had a favorite favorite then but I was very into Envy, うみのて (Uminote), Grimes, and Sorority Noise
12: (truth) What are your five favorite girls’ names and five favorite boys’ names? (dare) Copy and paste the 14th line of text from the last document you worked on in Word or Google Drive.
Dare: I can’t tell if this is like literally LINE and not SENTENCE but if we’re doing line then “dialogue using linguistic resources flexibly. In addition, we discuss the possibilities of“
If it’s supposed to be sentence there is no 14th sentence because it’s only an abstract. (bet you were hoping for fic lmao too bad)
15: (truth) If you could rock any unusual article of clothing/makeup technique/hairstyle, what would it be? (dare) Go to the blog of the last person you reblogged a text post from. Reblog your favorite of their selfies.
Truth: Those fucking eye jewelry things! Like the little gemstone-like things guys stick under their eyes. No idea what they’re called.
20: (truth) What does your bedroom look like? (dare) Take one selfie and post it. You only get one shot! (No old selfies or retrying, even if you think you look bad)
Truth: Notice there is no bed. I store my futon in the closet during the daytime.
21: (truth) What three fictional characters would you most like to meet? (dare) Write your name down on a piece of paper and draw a quick picture of yourself. Take a photo of it and post it.
Dare:
23: (truth) What are your three biggest turn ons, and your three biggest turn offs? (dare) Put your music player on shuffle. Without actually listening to it, write the lyrics to the chorus of the first song.
Dare: I’m cheating for this because I literally couldn’t tell you what the chorus is without listening to it... and that goes for pretty much any song lmao
Night Swimming by Soccer Mommy- okay literally this song doesn’t have a chorus so i’m just picking one of the verses
Try to break your walls
But all I ever end up breaking is your bones
Bruises show
Standing in the living room
Talking as you're staring at your phone
It's a cold I've known
skipping 27 because i already did it
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Hi! How are you? May I get a blurb on the calming Grayson down thing please, angel? 💜
*the phone call is obviously not word for word because i’m lazy lmao
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“oh my god grayson is going to kill you, ethan, what’s the matter with you?!” you whisper and the two of you laugh. “i’ll distract him for as long as you need, i can’t believe i’m helping your bitchass” you get up from ethan’s bed and tip toe away.
“don’t mess up this prank, i’ve worked too damn hard on it!” he whisper yelled and you flipped him off, going back to grayson’s room.
“hmm, where’d you go?” he mumbled, snuggling his head under your chin. you comb your fingers through his hair, kissing his forehead.
“had to go to the bathroom and got some water”
“what time is it?”
“early. we don’t have to be up for a couple hours”
“mm, perfect” he mumbled and fell back asleep, while you stayed up and played pool with ethan on imessages.
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you pretending to be asleep as grayson woke up, him giving you a lot of kisses all over your face. you smile, stretching and looking at him as he stands up and stretches.
“my goodness” you groan and he laughs, grabbing a towel and putting it around his neck. “you’re so hot, i can’t with you”
“you’re the hot one in this relationship, babe. i’ll be right back” he walked to the shower and as soon as you turned on the music, you went into ethan’s room.
“haha, bitch! 8-2!” you pointed and he got up and tackled you, making you laugh and he covered your mouth.
“be quiet! i’m supposed to be sleeping!” he whisper yells and you laugh into his hand.
“i hate you. get off me” you push him off and flip him off again. “be a dick and i’ll blow your cover, bitch”
“you wouldn’t!” he narrowed his eyes and you smirked, flipping him off.
“you bet your ass i would” he flips you off and you laugh, going out of his room. you go into grayson’s room and take your shorts off, pulling on shorts. you take off grayson’s hoodie from your body and throw it in the hamper, and grayson walks in to you with no bra on.
“my fucking god. is this payback?”
“no, you just walked in at the right moment, i guess” you put on your bra and grayson walks over, his hair still dripping, dripping on your chest and rolling down your chest. his hands grip your hips, pulling them forward and softly grinding against you. “gray, your appointment is in 30 minutes, we don’t have time for your horny ways. come on, get dressed” he groaned and you pushed him away, his towel falling a bit. you bite your lip, watching as he changes.
“we don’t have time, don’t look at me like that” he slipped on his black shirt, his lower stomach visible.
“you better pull your shirt down or-” you straighten the sweatshirt of grayson’s you wore, going over and pulling his shirt down. “it’s bad enough you’re wearing those sweatpants, i really hate you today”
he grabs his keys and gives you a kiss before the two of you leave, sitting in his car. grayson’s right hand rests on your thigh with your hand holding onto it, giving it kisses every once and a while.
during the appointment, ethan texted you a photo of the bronco on the tow truck and you tried to contain your laughter.
yn: ethan, you are the worst brother
ethan replied laughing, and you put your phone away. grayson’s appointment came to an end and the two of you head back for his house, grayson tapping his fingers on your thighs along to the songs.
he pulls into the driveway and his grip tightens on your thigh. “what the fuck? where’s the bronco?” he parked the car and goes over slowly.
“i’m gonna see if ethan’s inside” you say and he nods, waving you away. you run inside, calling ethan’s name. you run into ethan’s room, the two of you laughing. “ethan he’s freaking out! you’re so going to die”
“ethan!” he pretends to fall asleep again and you shake him, pretending to wake up slowly. “ethan, what happened to my bronco?! where did it go? did someone fucking steal it?!”
“i don’t know, i was sleeping” he headed out with grayson and the 3 of you went out, you secretly videotaping on your phone.
“like, it’s gone, ethan, like someone stole it!” grayson yelled and pushed ethan.
“gray, i can email the insurance or someone to help” you 3 went inside again, ethan at him computer with grayson sitting on the side of his bed, you standing between his legs, combing your fingers through his hair, trying to calm him down.
“how did you not hear that, ethan?!”
“i’m a heavy sleeper, you know that!”
“grayson, stop yelling” you kiss the top of his head and he falls back on the bed.
“i can’t i’m pissed! he’s so stupid and a heavy sleeper he doesn’t hear the fucking bronco being stolen!” you pull grayson up and hold his face, looking at him in the eyes.
“stop insulting him like that. i know you’re mad, but stop” you whisper and kiss him softly, and his shoulders relax. you pull away and stand up, grayson’s head on your stomach as you watch ethan. “what about the cameras, e?”
“oh yeah, ethan check the cameras!” ethan checked his phone, watching the camera.
“oh shit. oh god”
“what?” grayson’s fingers held your shirt.
“bro look” ethan showed grayson the photo of ethan giving a thumbs up in front of the bronco on the truck, grayson falling back on the bed with his arm over his eyes. “grayson we found our guy! we found our perpetrator!”
you laugh and hug ethan, grayson’s jaw dropping. “babe what the hell-”
“i didn’t go and get water this morning, i went to talk to ethan about this prank. you’ve been pranked, baby! that’s for putting dye on my towels, you ass!” he grabs you and pull you to the bed, pinching your sides and kissing your face.
“i hate you, that’s awful! do you know how hard my heart fell to my ass?!” he yells and you laugh, falling on top of him and playing with his necklace. “so where is my car? do you tow it somewhere?”
ethan held up his finger, on the phone with someone. “hello?”
“hello mr. dylan?” you laugh, grayson covering your mouth, listening to the phone call. “there’s been some sort of accident during transportation, and we will need your information about the car. you car is the bronco, yes?”
grayson’s hand falls from your mouth and you two stand up, getting closer to the phone. they talk a bit more, and then grayson asked the million dollar question. “what was the problem during the transportation?”
“the bronco has seemed to, fall off of the truck and on its side” you grip grayson’s arm, pressing your back against his front.
“do.. does your driver have a picture of it? if so can you please send it to me?” ethan asked.
“yes, i can send it in a couple minutes”
“alright, thank you”
“i will text you the photo as well as the address where the car is located”
“thank you, bye” ethan hung up the phone and grayson runs his fingers through his hair.
“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me” you said and ethan swallowed.
“dude, this isn’t part of the prank, the prank was the car being taken away!”
“well what the hell, ethan? was the car strapped in tight enough? was is loose?”
“i don’t know i don’t tow cars!”
“alright, ethan, just get the address and we can head over there, alright?”
grayson angrily stomped out of the room and you followed, grayson throwing his sweatshirt across the room. “hey, hey, it’s alright”
“no, it’s not, those parts of the bronco were special that you can’t fin in a fucking pep boys or something, it’s an old car and now it’s ruined!” he yelled and you bit the inside of your lip.
“please, just breathe, alright?” you hold his hand and he grabs his car keys, the 4 of you getting into the car, ethan in the back with the camera man. ethan got the picture of the car, and grayson didn’t even want to look. you saw and gasped loudly, grayson looking over and his grip tightened on his steering wheel. you placed your hand on his thigh, and he places his hand on top of yours.
“oh god, do you think they’re here because of my car?” grayson pulled over to the side of the road and you all got out, walking down the sidewalk to the workers to see if they knew anything about the car.
“wait, what it that?” ethan pointed to a cone that had a piece of paper on it. grayson took it off, confused.
“it has my name on it. do you think it’s from the tow guy?” he opened it, reading it and his expression dropped. “‘it’s just a prank bro’ with a smiley face”
your heart dropped, you and ethan laughing. “oh my god, ethan, that’s so mean!” you laugh and hug grayson, pulling him away from killing ethan.
“i hate you! what the fuck, ethan!” grayson yelled and you pulled him back to his car.
“i’ll go in the other car, just so i don’t get murdered” ethan joked and you nodded.
“i think that’d be best” you smile and laugh again. “i think you’re the new prank king, ethan”
“ha!” ethan laughed and grayson jolted forward, ethan jumping back.
“that’s what i thought” you and grayson go back into his car, grayson speeding off. you took his hand in yours, bringing it onto your lap and rubbing your thumb over the back of his face.
“come on, baby, that prank was funny” you smile and he clenched his jaw, and your smile drops softly. you lean over and kiss his jaw, then going down to his neck. his hand let go of yours and grips your thigh, making you both shiver.
“oh yeah.. so funny..” he growled and pulled into the driveway. you two get out, grayson slamming his door and you follow him quietly. you close the front door and grayson flops on his bed face first, kicking off his shoes. you close his bedroom door softly and kick off your shoes as well, falling on top of him. he grunts and you roll off of him, looking at him and brushing his hair out of his eyes.
“i’m sorry for going along with the prank, sweetheart. i just thought it’d be fun payback” you shrug and he smiles softly, holding your cheek and kissing you softly.
“it’s fine, i’m over it” he smiles against your mouth and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you on top of him. “although now that i’m thinking about it, it’s making me feel a little bad, would you help me out?” he smirked and you laughed.
“anything for you, sweetheart”
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Ironwidow fake dating and cousin Sharon matchmaking
Nat and Tony have been friends since seventh grade, when Tony made fun of her drawing and in retaliation, Nat stuck a pencil in his thigh.
He grinned at her after sneakily getting a tissue from the front desk.
“You’re pretty good, Nat.”
“My name is Natasha.”
“Not to me, it’s not.”
So it becomes Nat and Tony. Tony and Nat. They do everything together, from attend the eighth grade pool parties and hate all of them to the freshman orientation in high school where they make fun of the senior leaders and sneak into the admissions office to make sure they have at least one class together. (And then change the schedule when they don’t.)
Tony has been in love with Natasha Romanoff since the first eighth grade pool party, when she showed up in a full wet suit because she didn’t like the way that their classmate Ivan liked her.
But, he hasn’t done anything about it. Why is that, everyone asks? Just ask her out!
Well, Tony has a special talent that is medically known as “anxiety,” but he also has common sense.
Natasha Romanoff is beautiful. She has gorgeous red hair, eyes that know everything about you before you even think they do, a wicked sense of humor, and a sense of self that is beyond anything Tony’s ever encountered.
Tony stays up until three a.m., doesn’t give a shit about his appearance so he is frequently rushing to school with the worst bed hair imaginable, and also wears possibly the most out-of-style clothing ever.
Like right now. A pair of jeans that’s too short and he cuffed only on one leg, a shirt that’s advertising some college Howard made him visit, and he’s pretty sure that the plaid he layered it with has a coffee stain down the back.
He’s proven right when Sharon wrinkles her nose.
“Dude, you seriously haven’t done laundry since two weeks ago, have you?”
“Do I smell bad? Do I?”
She leans in.
“No, just like old coffee. So regular. We’ll see when Nat comes. Or you could confess your love to have her not roast your choice of apparel.”
Tony scowls, adjusting his backpack.
“Do you have another topic, or are you just that boring?”
“I could also tell you about World War One,” Sharon adds. “I just read about it in one of those stupid textbooks I have to carry around. Did you know that the French are actually the worst at war?”
“Yes, everyone knows that. I think they know that too.”
Nat’s already at her locker. She looks gorgeous with her jean jacket, the new patches sewn on.
“Looking cute,” Sharon says appreciatively. “Do you think you’re gonna get dress-coded for the ‘fuck men’ patch?”
“Not if they want me to write an article on how the club fund got cut but the football team got another new field within four years,” Nat says.
“Still a good article,” Tony says. “If you could still get into a college without a reputation ruined. You know how much schools care about sports.”
“More than education at times!” Sharon cheers.
Nat snorts, bringing Tony into a hug.
“Nice to see you, dude. Ready for history?”
“Not in the slightest. We’re probably talking about government procedure again while our teacher waxes poetic about the justice system. I think I might try to change the FDA’s home screen again.”
“You know, they might catch on after the fourth time of you inserting random YouTube videos to different links.”
“It’s the Federal Department of Agriculture, I highly doubt they care,” Tony says, rolling his eyes. “Besides, I’ve already proven that I’m probably better with technology than the government itself.”
This was true; Tony had hacked into the official website of the White House with shitty hotel Wi-Fi and half his sanity. (It was flu season, he’d had way too much Ny-Quil.)
School passes by with little incident, all things considered. A classic Monday, with the only real excitement being an announcement of no school the following Monday for a staff meeting.
It isn’t until Tony gets home to find both of his parents home and in the same room, waiting for him, that he starts to panic.
“Is this an intervention?” Tony asks. “Did I do something bad?”
“Not yet,” Howard says. “Although I wouldn’t be surprised.”
“Dear,” Maria reprimands. “No, there’s an event that we want you to attend.”
“Want or need?” Tony asks. “I was supposed to hang out with my friend Bruce to work on his genetics lab.”
“I’m sure the lab can wait,” Howard scoffs. “You’re in high school, for god’s sake.”
“Bruce is doing lab work for Culver,” Tony says. “He got early acceptance, so he’s doing a weird deal so he gets college credit and a year off early.”
“Impressive, dear,” mom says, smiling. “But this event is something that you can’t miss.”
It’s a goddamn family reunion. Maria’s side, but still. At least Peggy and Sharon would come.
Family reunions on the Carter/Carbonell side are…interesting. A lot of loud people, aunts that couldn’t stop cooking, and at least one uncle that would say something marginally horrible and cause a rift for at least six hours where everything was tense.
Sharon had to take this advantage carefully.
So she got her own email into the family chain of them–a mistake by all accounts, but one that should be committed sooner rather than later–and tells the family that Tony is bringing his girlfriend, Natasha.
They both love each other, she knows that much. Tony looks at Nat like he could give her anything in the world, and Nat looks at him with so much vulnerability that she always says she doesn’t have.
They’ve liked each other for a while now. Sharon wishes that it wasn’t at her family reunion that she was doing this, but it was either that or a dance for high school, and that’s far too much work.
Tony, understandably, is stressed.
“Does she even know she’s going?!” Tony yells. “Holy shit Sharon, she’s going to meet like eighty of us!”
“Yeah,” Sharon says. “She just doesn’t know that she’s supposed to be your girlfriend.”
“Sharon.”
“Yes?”
“Run.”
Sharon squeals as she skids out of the room, Tony chasing after her. He’s not really going to do anything about it, but he still has to text Nat.
i am. so sorry
lmao it’s fine. sharon just said i’m going to the reunion. why?
funny story…
fuck what’d she do
she emailed everyone that i was bringing you as a girlfriend. and i’m not really going to spend the whole weekend correcting it.
gotcha. operation: fake dating commence!
thank you nat. seriously love you
Nat reads the message, but doesn’t respond. Of course Sharon would pull something like this. She knew that Nat liked her cousin, probably since they were kids.
And now she had to pretend to be his girlfriend, something she actually wanted very much to do.
She gets a text from Sharon.
Please don’t wear your jean jacket with all the patches. It’s very cool, but you will start a fight in my family and win. But then you aren’t allowed to come back :(
Natasha sends her back the middle finger, but then promises not to bring it.
This brings up the subject; what do you wear to a family reunion?
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Tony’s fidgeting in the car as he goes to pick up Nat. His mother was very surprised.
“You got your father’s distinct habit of not shutting your mouth,” she says with a chuckle. “But I do suppose the gazes say it all. Every Carbonell man looks like he’s in love before he says it, so–”
“Mama, not now!” Tony hisses. Natasha’s making her way to the car, backpack slung around her shoulder and an elegant handbag in the crook of her arm.
“Hey Ms. Carbonell,” Natasha says. “How are you?”
“Doing good, better now that I get to have you with us,” she teases. “Anthony over here never told me that he was going to have you on as a special guest.” Natasha sends a raised eyebrow over to Tony.
“Oh?”
“I forgot,” Tony lied smoothly. “You know how I get in the labs. Just completely forget everything I’m supposed to remember.”
The conversation is easy after that: just a few little anecdotes that Nat and Tony have gone over last night over the phone. They had confessed that they liked each other a year ago, had kept it extremely low-key since both didn’t want to fuss with it, and that was that.
“How come Sharon knew but I didn’t?” Mom pouts.
“She’s an imp,” Tony answers. “An imp who doesn’t know how to keep business to herself.”
Their family fills up a small inn out of the way, and Tony sighs as he sees three of his aunts already conspiring at the bar.
“Be prepared for a barrage of questions.”
“Roger that.”
Natasha is whisked away by the ladies with a few compliments to the cute flats she’s wearing and her favorite type of perfume. Tony gets led over to Sharon, who is playing darts with Trip and their kind-of-but-not-really-cousin, Ricardo.
“What have I missed out on?” Trip asks, grinning. “Heard some girl was crazy enough to come and date you. She’s a looker, Tony.”
“Thanks,” Tony says. “But yes, crazy enough to date me. Sharon knows how crazy it is, I practically get the same gene from her.”
Sharon rolls her eyes, landing another bullseye. Ricardo curses.
“How do you always manage to do this?”
“Practice for this exact moment,” Sharon says with a grin. “Go get me a drink. One of the good ones.”
“You seriously get him to do your bidding every single time,” Tony says with a laugh. Trip excuses him to see Uncle Erik, leaving Sharon and Tony alone.
“So. You liking your new status of boyfriend?”
“You seriously need to stop meddling,” Tony scowls. “Just because I like her doesn’t mean she should be in on this.”
“She doesn’t mind,” Sharon scoffs. “Besides, I think Aunt Angie is going to tell her about the cardboard incident.”
“Oh my god–”
Natasha saunters over, grinning devilishly.
“So. Naked and a cardboard box for modesty? Why am I not surprised at the innovation, Tony?”
“Dammit,” Tony swears. “I’m going to learn something embarrassing about you. I’ll ask Clint.”
“Like he’ll tell.”
The reunion goes about as well as expected. Uncle Daniel finally spills the beans and says that his son who couldn’t make it was going to bring his girlfriend that no one likes, but they canceled at the last minute.
“They’re horrible,” Tony says. “I’m serious. They’re the kind of people that take advantage of old people.”
“Gross.”
They gravitate closer to each other. While Natasha doesn’t have a problem with this, it’s bittersweet. Every time Tony casually puts his arm around her and tells another story about how they snuck into the office to match schedules and his family coos and says it’s so cute, and Sharon smiles at them.
It stings, to be this close and yet knowing that it isn’t at all real.
Tony lies awake at night. Becuase this is nice. All of his family loves Nat, so does he, and it seems…possible almost. To have her this close, smiling at him like she has.
So it’s not a good idea, but he goes to her room at three a.m. She’s still awake.
“Why are you still awake?”
“Watching funny videos. Why are you awake?”
“That’s why I’m here. Follow me.”
They go into the courtyard. It feels…nice outside. Tony’s wringing his hands.
“What’s got you so nervous?” Natasha asks. “And why at three in the morning?”
“I think this is literally the only way I could do it,” Tony says. “Only time my family shuts up.”
“Go for it then,” Natasha says. “You have until four, when your baby cousin wakes up. Lorenzo?”
“Got it,” Tony says, smiling. “Um, well, I–”
“What?”
“Oh fuck,” Tony curses. “Listen, I’m just going to say it. I’m just going to say it.”
“You’ve said that twice.”
“Iloveyou.”
“What?”
“I…I love you,” Tony says, sighing. “I’ve loved you I think since eighth grade, and I’m now telling you because I don’t think I can just go on with life without telling you. I also realize that you’re stuck at the family reunion until this is over, so now I realize I’ve put stress on you and I’m sorry, I can fake my death if you really want me to, so–”
Natasha envelops him in a hug. She kisses his cheek, looking at him in the dim light of the lanterns.
“You absolute fool. I love you too.”
It’s the first of many “I love you’s.”
Sharon takes credit for the relationship, and Tony and Nat let her. She’s also the maid of honor and meets her future wife, Maria.
Tony and Natasha don’t go to the same college, but compete against each other in the trivia clubs that both schools have, and so they spend other time together. Natasha shows him her favorite tea shop downtown, and Tony shows her all of the hideaway spots he uses for studies.
(And to hide her away from Rhodey, who will tell her anything and everything that’s embarrassing about Tony.)
Right after college, Tony and Nat move into an apartment.
About a year later, Natasha holds out a gold ring for him to put on, asks if they really have to get married in a fancy church, and watches as Tony tears up and hugs her.
“I told you!” Sharon crows when they reveal the rings. “I told you that you would get married!”
“Okay loser,” Natasha says. “Then you’re the maid-of-honor. Congrats on throwing my bachelorette party.”
“I’m making us go paint-balling.”
Tony rolls his eyes, but looks at his now-fiancee.
Things will be good. Aren’t they always?
#holy FUCK this is long and it's not showing me my read more link#oh well!#lovelyirony writes#long post#this is long as fuck#ironwidow#sharon carter#iron man#black widow#natasha romanoff#tony stark#i love them okay#so much#i did this instead of read about the protestant reformation but all you need to know about that is martin luther hated the church#and everyone else hated martin luther#so that was fun#fake dating au#i love how i search up teh characters name to find this nad i can't#that's so sexy ;)
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the fog will clear up | shawn mendes
chapter 13/?, university au, shawn x goth oc
AN: sry its short and definitely a filler im sry its boring but it helps build up stuff thatll happen next ok ok im sry
*let me know if u wanna be added/removed from the taglist
masterlist | playlist
Annalise woke with a start. She was wide awake immediately. There was no room for sleepily rolling around the sheets, her eyes weren't heavy like always. She didn't know what dying and coming back to life felt like, but she was pretty sure it felt something like that. She had a weird urge to go for a jog.
Staring at the ceiling, Annalise reached towards the nightstand next to her, intending to grab her phone. Her hand touched the bottle, and she picked it up anyway, reading the prescription label.
Annalise Flores
SERTRALINE 50MG TABLET
Brand name: Zoloft
"You don't waste anytime, huh?" she murmured before setting it back down. Then, she grabbed her phone and checked the time.
8:47am. A new fucking record. Annalise rolled out of bed, unable to stay still.
In the 2 hours she had to kill before work, she tidied up the dorm, ate a decent breakfast, took a shower, and got started on the course work she had to make up. The energy levels were through the roof, she had never been so on edge and productive at the same time. Why wasn't she put on sertraline sooner? Sure, she felt hyperaware and borderline anxious, but that was apart of the process of getting on a new antidepressant. She was getting things done this way. Sure, she jumped when the lock on the door jiggled, but she was up and running anyway!
If she wasn't, she wouldn't have seen Stella entering the dorm. She was surprised to see Annalise on the couch, looking like a deer in headlights.
"Oh… I thought you were asleep. I'll, uh, I'll come back."
"No, wait!" Annalise sounded a little too frantic, but it did stop Stella from leaving. "Uh, come sit down! Please!"
Stella narrowed her eyes slightly as she went to the couch. At least she was willing to listen.
"I, uh, I'm sorry," Annalise began, rubbing the back of her neck. "I'm sorry for what I said. A stupid guy isn't the only good in my life. I have you. You matter to me, and I'm sorry for making you feel like you don't." She really couldn't stop herself from rambling. "I miss you. I miss seeing you here between classes, and I miss your optimism because a bitch could use some of that. And, and I'm sorry for the negativity I've brought in here. I'm working on it now, I swear. Just… come back. Come home… because bro, you're my wife, dude."
It could have been funny, but there was nothing funny about the way she said it. Her eyes were wide and pleading, and she was rubbing her hands together. Stella merely blinked her hazel eyes, nearly overwhelmed by that string of words.
"Look at you, expressing your emotions," she said after a while. "I can see why you hold it back."
Annalise nodded rapidly. "It's my first day on a new medication. Got me all sorts of hyped up, but I'll mellow out in a couple of weeks. And I'm taking therapy seriously again!"
Stella was surprised. "Oh, I see. Well… I've missed you too. Bro…"
"Bro?"
"I'll come home too. Camila's bed is too small for the two of us."
"Bro…"
"I know. I have to update you on all that."
"Br-"
"Okay!" Stella broke out a smile and stood up. "Dame un abrazo, puta."
That was much easier than Annalise had anticipated. She stood up and hugged her best friend, relieved. Stella wasn't one to hold a grudge, nor was she as stubborn as her roommate. It was another person to cross off the list.
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Shawn had social media mainly to get his music out there. Yes, he interacted with his friends on Snapchat, and some fans on Twitter. Most of the time, Shawn just tweeted when he had new music coming out. He didn't check any of his social media very often, not even to stalk Ann's accounts because she was rarely on her's. He didn't even have his notifications on, purely to keep himself from the possibility of getting too attached to the opinions of random strangers online.
That was why he woke up that morning to a number of texts from Camila.
"SHAAWWNWNN"
"SHAWN IM LKTERSLLY BALD RN"
"CHEKC UR TWITTER RIGHT NOW!!!!!!"
"YOIR FOLLOWERS!!! AAHSKSKSK"
"SKSKSK SHAWNMM IM SCRAMING"
So to Twitter he went. Shawn rubbed sleep out of his eye as he went to his profile. He had around 10k to begin with, that he built up on his own over the last couple of years. He nearly dropped his phone on his face as he read the new number.
50.2k
"What… the fuck?" he breathed out as he sat up in his bed. He scrolled through the list, making sure this wasn't a series of spam bots.
His mentions were just as wild, and it explained the sudden blow up.
@hollaestor: @shawnmendes hiii bella told me to follow you
@samxriv: @shawnmendes i am free to hang out on tuesday to hang out when i am free
@gisellenjh: @shawnmendes bella sent me here and im glad she did! loving your music!
And there were plenty more like that. There were so many tweets, Shawn couldn't even get through all of them. It was making his head spin. There was only one Bella he knew about too… He just couldn't spell her last name. Thankfully, her handle was just @bellasanti, and it was the first one to pop up when he typed it in the search bar.
Right under Bella Santiago's name and the blue checkmark were the two little words: Follows you. Shawn refreshed the page ten times before it sank in. This YouTuber, who has over 2 million followers, somehow found Shawn's music… and she liked it. She liked it enough to tweet about it… 3 days ago.
@bellasanti: underrated spotify artists: @shawnmendes. give him a listen. send him some love. truly talented guy💖
Shawn had only overheard Bella's videos when Ann was watching them in the other room. He never really watched any of her content. But he wanted to pass out at the fact that she took the time to listen to his music and tweet about him. He wanted to jump on the bed. He wanted to call-
He texted Camila back. "Wtf why did no one tell me sooner?? This is so crazy!!!!!"
"We thought you knew and you were keeping it from us!! LMAO congrats rockstar!"
He couldn't believe it. His follower count was rising. He was getting emails from Spotify saying his songs were being added to many different playlists.
@shawnmendes: @bellasanti wow thank you so much! Love you bella❤
He deleted the last bit before tweeting it. Holy shit. Shawn lied back down on the mattress, completely breathless.
How does someone like Bella Santiago find Shawn out in cyberspace? What Spotify rabbit hole did she go down that led her to him? How many of his songs did she listen to? How many songs did she save to her library? How many of those playlist emails were from her? Shawn had so many questions.
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There were two things Annalise noticed when she was out on the courtyard after Biology. The first thing was a table on the side of the walkway, with a handmade banner hanging off the front. It read in big letters: Shawn Mendes: Live at The Cameron House. Brian, Alessia. and Camila were all sat on the same side at this table, talking to a student who was interested in the little display.
"The lounge called back," Annalise muttered to herself.
The other thing Annalise noticed was Patrick sitting under a tree nearby, reading a book. She went to him first.
The last time she had spoken to Patrick was when they cut up flowers together. He was never one to explicitly state when something has upset him, and he has seen Annalise in a depressive episode before. Annalise knew him well. Patrick kept his distance because he didn't like the negativity around her, and he couldn't afford any more of it himself.
"Hey," she greeted.
His blue eyes tore away from his book to meet her gaze. "'Sup?"
"Trying to be less fucked in the head," she told him.
Patrick nodded in approval. "Cool."
That was all that was needed for the two of them. Content, Annalise turned and went for the table. A small line had formed when she wasn't looking, so she waited behind the last person. However, with three people running the thing, Annalise got to the front fairly quick.
"Oh, she actually showed up," Brian chimed, amused.
"Meaning?" Annalise asked.
"Thought you were too pissed at Shawn to care about his show, that's all."
She swallowed the pit of annoyance, discovering that even more people knew about that. Brian is his friend, though, of course he'd know.
"Selling tickets or something?" Annalise turned her attention to the two girls.
"Yeah! Ten dollars a piece!" Alessia explained.
"Cool, I'll take one."
Just as she opened the flap on her book bag, Camila spoke up.
"Wait. I'm pretty sure Shawn said he wanted to buy you your ticket himself."
Annalise rolled her eyes. "Well, he's not here and I can do things for myself." She pulled out her wallet and paid her own goddamn ticket.
Camila breathed out a laugh. "Are you ever gonna let him do anything nice for you?"
None of your fucking business.
A new thought occurred to Annalise. "Why are tickets being sold for this show? Aren't his gigs usually free?"
"There's more production going into this one," Brian told her. "The lounge gave him the option to make it a ticketed event, and we need to make back what we already put into it. So now, it won't be a performance, it'll be Shawn's performance."
Shawn already knew how to make an audience his bitch, but…
"Alright then." Annalise shrugged and then accepted her ticket and receipt from Alessia.
The ticket alone was already quite extravagant. There were little red roses designed around the edges. This boy really loved his fucking flowers.
"I'm guessing rose petals will fall from the ceiling or something?" she guessed with a chuckle.
"I was given strict orders to not spoil anything," Brian told her, folding his arms.
The two had a mini staredown until Annalise shrugged again. "Whatever."
Then, Camila piped up again, suddenly excited. "Ooh, Ann did you hear? Bella Santiago followed Shawn on Twitter!"
"She what?" Annalise stupidly replied.
Camila practically squealed. "She gave him a shoutout too! He's blowing up on Spotify! Isn't that awesome?"
Annalise wanted to say something, but her brain wasn't quite caught up yet. So she just walked away.
The other three students watched her leave. Needless to say, they were confused.
"Is she ever gonna be happy for him?" Alessia wondered.
"I think she was excited?" Camila said tilting her head.
"I can't believe Shawn is going through all this trouble for that," Brian said with a scoff.
"I can still hear you!" Annalise called over her shoulder as she kept walking.
All three of them went red in the face, embarrassed. Brian would have made a comment about her being a vampire with supersonic hearing, but he didn't want to be called out again.
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tag game: this or that & some faves
i was tagged by @lepetitepeach !! the love of my life tagging me in cool things as per usual merci nat !! some other people may have tagged me too looking back through my activity page is a MESS
coffee or tea? coffee!! i do love a nice cup of tea, but i’m in the depths of an undergrad degree, coffee’s my lifeblood rn
early bird or night owl? this one’s gotten tougher over the summer, since i was up so early so regularly. before this summer i would have said night owl for sure, but now there’s just... something about the way everything looks when the sun is just about to rise, and about getting to spend some time to myself before the rest of the world wakes up...
early bird now i think!!
denim or leather? denim!! leather has a weird texture imo it makes me uncomfy
pearl or gemstone? ooh i love them both!! maybe gemstone, just because there’s so many different ones with so many different colours!!
barefoot or shoes? i like wearing shoes most of the time!! i only have a couple of pairs but i wear them super regularly!!
if we were talking about, like... a nice grassy field, or the beach or something though, i’d go without them!!
eye colour? i’m not sure if this is asking my eye colour or my favourite eye colour— my answer to the former is a fairly dark brown, and the latter is green!! i love green eyes so much!!!
bath or showers? i’d love to say baths but i’m 5′11″ with long legs so having baths just isn’t realistic for me most of the time because i don’t fit in tubs well :// so showers!!
favourite emojis? ✨💖👍🥰👀🤙 (not sure abt favourite ones, but these are the ones that i use the most!!)
night in or night out? night in!! i love a night out with some friends from time to time, but but most of the time i just want to curl up on the couch with my cat by the time my day is over lmao
secret garden or secret library? secret library!! i’ve always wanted to have my own library, and the concept of having a secret one?? yes please!!
tattoos or piercings? tattoos, definitely!! i don’t have any of either myself but i love tattoos so much and i have a few ideas about ones i’d like to get!!
freckles or dimples? oh my god, freckles, they make me melt
eyes or lips? eyes!!
handwritten letters or texts/emails? there’s something so beautiful and personal about letters, especially in the electronic era when they’re a lot less frequent! i’d love to have someone i could send letters to, i’ve been sort of lowkey looking for a penpal?
i also had a thing with a girl once where we were across the world from each other and we would send letters to each other lmao
favourite colour? i’m a notoriously indecisive person, and this shows when someone asks me about my favourite colour! i really love warm colours, soft yellows and oranges and pinks... i also really love green!! i can’t pick just one!!!
favourite flower? i’m not really a huge flower person tbh?? when i say that i mean that flowers are lovely but i’m not super informed on the different types!! daisies maybe? or buttercups?? roses????
favourite ships? elu (& all the other evaks obvs), but also alex/henry from red, white, and royal blue, monty/henry (different henry!! no relation!!) from a gentleman’s guide to vice & virtue.. there’s probably more, but those are the ones i came up with off the top of my head!!
favourite scent? there’s so many!! i love roses, my go-to scent is lush’s rose jam body spray, and i adore everything they release with that scent!
also vanilla, orange, peppermint— as for like... naturally occurring smells, i also love the smell of a good ‘ol campfire, as well as petrichor, and the smell of fall!!
last song? wait for me (reprise) from the broadway cast recording of hadestown !! i finally listened to it and the man who plays orpheus has??? the most beautiful voice?? how does he convey such a longing and an ache through sound alone???
AU where eliott is orpheus and lucas is eurydice anyone???
last movie or tv show? i watched a few episodes of SKAM the night before last!! it’s the only show i have downloaded on my laptop, and the power was out. i’m on season two now!!
favourite gifs? i don’t use gifs frequently at all, so i’m just going to search SKAM stuff and include some of my faves that i see!!
credit is included with the gifs!!
this one cause it’s a mood:
this one cause this whole scene makes me so fucking soft:
also this one bc i will never get over a) the way even’s eyes are fucking glowing and also the lilt to his voice that you can hear in the gif when he says ‘halla’ listen i am an even bech næsheim stan first and a human being second:
as for skam france, this one bc have u ever seen a boy so in love before?? yeah me neither:
this one bc it takes me back to the first time i saw this scene and it makes me remember holding my breath (maybe not literally, although i really don’t remember..?) for an entire fucking scene!! the pacing!!! the tension!!!!!:
and this one bc everything was okay again in this moment and it was just so tender it makes me soft whenever i think about it they love each other so much what the fuck:
i could link gifs all day but i’m not going to so instead i’m going to tag people!! i tag @lallemants, @oheliotts, @amorgignitamore, @loca-over-luca, and @lowquallife if u guys haven’t done this already!! if u have no worries!!
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For me the problem is not William's character as such. He's an asshole and shows need these kind of characters. What I'll never support though is the fact that he pressured Noora into a relationship even though she was absolutely not into in from the beginning and this was framed as something "romantic". I'm sorry, but it was not. I don't know what Julie wanted us to take away from that clichee "romance": That girls need to be pressured to realise they maybe could like someone? ... (1/?)
That being a creeperand emotionally maniulative is romantic? That girls who do not give in arestupid? That it’s totally ok for guys to not take no for an answer? Thatblackmail is a legit way of making girls yours? Also William is portrayed assomeone who is always right, just misunderstood. He doesn’t need to own up tohis mistakes because excuses are made for him. This makes it seem like Noorawas wrong in realising he is an asshole. He was, and is (not only to Noora, butto Vilde and all the other girls), but the way their relationship is shownmakes it seem like the man always knows best and has the right to get the girlhe wants – no matter what she thinks. Julie made a choice in making William anasshole. She also made a choice to romanticise it. So for me Noorhelm and allit stands for is super problematic.
OKAY. Buckle up kids, this is gonna take awhile.
First off:
William never pressured her. Not onesingle time. But more on that later.
Vilde and William. Was. A. One. Sided.Relationship. Vilde materialised and narrated a whole scenario in her head thatwas not happening. They were attracted to each other, they slept together, endof story. The audience was never given any indication that William wanted anythingmore, he didn’t lead her on after the fact, I’m guessing that in William’smind, they both got what they wanted and that’s that; but then here’s this girlcrawling at his feet that he has no romantic interest in, and the onlyplausible way he sees to free himself and her, is to stomp out any residualfeelings. Which he does, brutally.
But before we get hyped up aboutthe following scene, I just want to mention something I’ve talked about before:if it was William following around Vilde, obsessing over her, finding any opportunityto be around her when it has been clearly shown that she ahs no interest in himromantically, there would be no misconceptions and calling Vilde manipulative, abitch, or any of the like. People would be crucifying William for stalking orwhatnot, and praising Vilde for her wit and crushing of a pathetic first year.Instead they choose to ignore that fact that William never made any promises toVilde, and didn’t owe her anything afterward, and vice versa.
But getting back on track, William’sfirst advance was after Noora belittled him in front of the group (rightfully so),and he was immediately brushed off, though the edit still chooses to show Nooralingering on William’s retreating figure, implying interest and obviously foreshadowing.After this, he doesn’t speak to Noora or show any other interest in her untilthe staircase scene (‘you’re so fucking beautiful’). And, anon, if you can findanyone, anti- or pro- who honestly, 100% believes that Noora was not positivelyaffected by William in this moment, I’ll be legitimately shocked. That scenewas flirting 101, and no one can say otherwise.
Cut to the xmas party scene, wherewe later find out that William has agreed to a date with Vilde in order toultimately be closer to Noora. Yes, thiswas a shitty thing to do, but as soon as Noora realises what he was doing, sheasks him to stop and he does on the condition of one date. Not a relationship,not sex, just an hour with her, talking, to which she accepts. He picks her up,brings her a blanket and cocoa and remains polite, recognises she doesn’t necessarilywant to be there and so keeps his distance, tries to impress her, and offers todrive Noora home after cutting the increasingly positive date short.
The party at William’s house isthem getting to know each other, exploring their attraction, having fun,PLAYING w EACH OTHER, and William being relatively reserved (the stripping partdoes make me roll my eyes IF I’M BEING HONEST lmao). And it’s here that we seeNoora take the first real step forward into their relationship – lying andsaying that she has to stay over, and once this info is outed, William has afoot in the door, and he knows it. Anyways, fast forwarding through the cabinep and we get to the Syria party. A party that was designed to raise money solelyfor the Penetrator’s buss, but afterinviting Noora and getting thoroughly confused by her reasoning for not wantingto go, decides to include the refugee cause to the funds raised, all so Noora MAYshow up.
Okay, this is where I start to getheated, because people always seem to forget about this motherfucking scene.Noora is being extremely difficult and stubborn and, to be honest, rude towardhim, and he asks her point blank if she likes him, and tells her that that willbe it if she doesn’t. He’ll stop and leave her be. He. Will. Stop. And. Leave. Her.Alone. If. She. So. Chooses. And she says what she says, and William leavesimmediately. Noora has to sprint and catch him, and SHE KISSES HIM. She initiateseverything, William was ready to stop and give up. It’s Noora who STARTS THERELATIONSHIP.
What part of all that is emotionallymanipulative? Oh, nothing? You don’t say.
Alright, now to the drama, andwhere I can see some people misconstruing everything. Nico enters andeverything basically goes to hell. William is trying to protect Noora from his brother,but Noora doesn’t understand why until after everything happens many episodeslater. So, we have William adamantly trying to keep Noora away from his brother,but in a textbook case of ‘Why Communication is Important in Relationships’, bothof them omit information that would turn out to be vital and would have stoppedpractically everything in eps 7-11 from happening, they take that break. And it’sin these eps, where they have little to no communication, Noora gets drugged/drunk,and wakes up with Nico, and basically has PTSD from it, that William reallysteps up, even though he doesn’t know what’s happening, why his girlfriend isspacing out and having panic attacks. He soothes her, her calms her down, helets her get the sleep she desperately needed, he writes her goddamn paper for her,he doesn’t invade her privacy and snoop on her computer, he stays with her forfifteen hours straight and meanwhile organises everything about the Norway Daything with Eva, Vilde, Sana, and Chris on Noora’s behalf.
And then, comes the fucking text.William, after being told they were on a break, which he accepted, after makingup, after being shut out again immediately, after Noora breaking down, is senta photo (or was it a text – I can’t remember), of Noora with his brother, thismonster he tried so damn hard to keep Noora way from. And Noora can’t give hima straight answer when he confronts her, because she really doesn’t know atthis point. And, he doesn’t lash out or become aBuSiVe, he walks away. Hejust, walks away. He doesn’t get aggressive, he doesn’t yell, he literally justwalks the fuck away.
Noora finds out Nico is a piece ofshit, gets more insight on William, realises she did fuck up, realises thatWilliam was only trying to protect her from Nico. While he’s still extremely angryat her, when she confronts him in the hallway, he again remains silent anddoesn’t lash out at her. She says what she needed to and he listens, and agreesto meet her for their talk.
The talk happens, they make up, andafter everything, William goes and turns himself in for the bottle smashing becauseof everything Noora has told him and taught him.
I’m sure I’m forgetting something Iwanted to say, but yeah, there’s that. Noora was pretty much in control theentire time they were actually together. She was controlling who they told,where they were seen, the break was her idea, and she was the one to seek outWilliam and make up with him. Noora was head over heels in love with him, andhe for her, and if there is any flaw in their relationship in s2, it’s fuckingcommunication with a capital C, not abuse, not manipulation, but fuckingcommunication. If they had just said everything they needed to say, at anypoint before episode 7, the entire second half of the season would not havehappened, but that’s none of my business.
Okay, so quickly over season 3 and4: Noora after knowing about Nico, William’s sister, his parent’s, and his fearof abandonment, ups and leaves him without telling him about it, without eventalking to him out it, and again, he remains silent – he doesn’t lash out, herdoesn’t hurt her in any way, he thinks that that is what she wanted, truly, andso he lets her go. When Sana sends that email, he drops EVERYTHING and comesback home to her. So emotionally manipulative, I know, wow.
Anyway, just some rounding off someof your points:
William never pressured her into sex. Afterrealising she was very serious about not wanting sex, he is the one stoppingthem from going further (revue room, clumsy scene, bench top kitchen scene, 2x12bed scene), and yeah he probably shouldn’t have said ‘I should probably ask ifyou’re ready, but I don’t care’, but if we are believing that Noora literally textedhim ‘I want to fuck you’, there doesn’t leave much room for misinterpretation.
When he was told no, he stayed away. The Justin Bieberscene: she says no, he leaves. She says she doesn’t like him: he leaves. She saysshe’s not ready for sex: he complies with that request and stops Noora whenevershe got a bit too heavy handed. She asks for a break: he agrees without a realfight, even though he knows it’s not what’s best for the both of them.
Blackmailing is wrong, he shouldn’t have donethat. But I don’t think it was with the exact intent of MAKING Noora HIS!!!!!!,for fucks sake.
The man always knows best: I honestly don’t knowwhere you’re going with this point. Whenever it’s shown that either of themthink they know best, it’s shown that they both are wrong, and/or shouldn’thave thought that way. See, lack of communication, Noora lying about whathappened for so long, William not telling her about the fight, the whole argumentabout the fight and the break, Noora lying and saying she has no feelings forhim in 1x05, etc.
William not owning up to his mistakes: Whatmistakes did he make exactly? The blackmail for a date: solved. Lying aboutNico: had valid reasons to. Being a dick: every other character on this show isan asshole, at one point or consistently, it seems to be a running characterflaw – none of them are just as upfront about it as William. Being abusive: heisn’t. Being emotionally manipulative: he isn’t.
So there, that’s my takeaway of William’s character andtheir relationship, and from now on, anytime I get an ask like the ridiculousone above, even after all this time, and after my opinions on this topic havebeen well an truly been put through the wringer, I am referring everyone tothis post. So one last time: no one is ever going to change my mindset, sendingin messages like these will only fuel me to write more about why William isactually one of the most compelling characters on the show, why his and Noora’srelationship is an incredible journey of self-discovery, and why William shouldnot be singled out for being A KID, just like the rest of the them, for beingunreserved about who he is, and for loving the fuck out of Noora Amalie Saetre.
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youtuber!junhui
i feel like this would be very fitting for april fools lmao. enjoy!
junhui does pranks videos and yeah you didn’t read it wrong
his content is pretty similar to woodandkleiny’s (on ig) because he lives in an apartment building with twelve other youtubers as his neighbors slash roommates because there were times where four of his same-age friends were bundled up on one apartment but later get kicked out because the apartment unit’s owner got himself a s/o
so now they bundled up on his apartment and he got more people to prank
his pranks are never dangerous or harming for his surroundings or the environment and actually very hilarious because of the reactions he receives from his friends. that’s why people enjoy his videos
it’s like that one time he tricked the gamer youtuber, seungcheol to play a video games that turned out to be a horror and scared the crap out of him
or that one time junhui filled seungkwan’s bathtub with orbeez which ended up being a great storytime video on seungkwan’s channel and being a war of pranks between the two of them and a series on junhui’s channel
or when he pretended he bought two flight tickets and brag it to hansol saying he’d snatch hansol’s s/o when it’s fake but it ended up very emotional and junhui being guilty for one month straight
also, he did wrap jeonghan’s new car in aluminium foil with a big bow on top
he does a really good prank calls especially on seokmin
“seokmin.. my dog dies.. i-i’m so, ugh this is too much on me.”
“OH MY GOD HYUNG ARE YOU OKAY? I AM HERE FOR YOU.”
“no i am not, seokmin. i can’t live in korea anymore, he reminds me so much of home that i feel less home sick but now that he is not around i can’t bear the pain. i’m going back to china.”
“NO HYUNG. YOU HAVE MINGHAO HYUNG RIGHT? DOESN’T HE REMIND YOU OF CHINA EVERYTIME YOU TWO TALK IN CHINESE? PLEASE DON’T LEAVE. YOU ALSO HAVE ME AND THE OTHERS. PLEASE THINK ABOUT IT.”
“…. seokmin i am sorry for making you cry it’s a prank call and i don’t have a dog. our apartment doesn’t allow them, lord.”
however his OG prank was with his life-long friend, none other than wonwoo and probably the reason why he ended up being one of the youtuber when his original dream was to be an actor in south korea
he started living with wonwoo when he was 20 years old on wonwoo’s apartment because he was looking for one and apparently, so did wonwoo. long story short, they ended up being roomies
he was working for 3-4 part-time jobs and studying korean on top of it. no one has the heart to say it’s pretty impossible for him to reach a star, to be one of the stars
junhui knew it but this boy and his overflowing positivity believes on himself and his dream. which is to create something and to stand infront of the camera
even with that, junhui still has this mischievous part of him. he loves pranking wonwoo to death or basically jun really loves wonwoo
like he once said to himself, even if he can’t reach his dream, he’d stay in korea because of wonwoo
the event that lead him to be on youtube is when he decided to prank on wonwoo by buying red cups and putting it all over wonwoo’s bedroom just to prank him when he was asleep and video taped it because he wants to see wonwoo’s reaction
and wonwoo being the youtuber he is, uploaded it online and his viewers keep saying how hilarious junhui is and how funny his prank is even though they’ve only seen it once
and junhui is hot too so
so he started making videos
because wonwoo told junhui to make that for extra cash which ended up a lot of cash instead of ‘extra’ cash and he volunteer to help because wonwoo loves junhui a lot and he just doesn’t show it
he volunteer to put hard subs on it because junhui can’t speak english and one thing he didn’t realise is that he is the only friend junhui has at that moment so he is the only one that junhui can prank
however that problem is solved when they moved to the other apartment
however, putting subs is tiring. good thing junhui starts learning and keep on improving but when wonwoo’s s/o came, wonwoo was like ‘fuck this shit you’re rich now’
well yeah, junhui has succeed on his new career that he actually really enjoys and realised it’s a better path for him instead of acting
oh, so, junhui came to every platform he has and just asked with the help of google translate and wonwoo
‘guys i’m looking for a someone that understand korean and english. mandarin is a plus but yeah please email me on [email protected]’
you are a broke college student in korea, studying korean literature and there you are looking for a part-time for some extra cash when your friend told you about junhui’s announcement
you binge watched his video for a night and thought to yourself how cute he is and how funny he is so you decided to sent an email to that
you used mandarin for your introduction and wrote the rest in english
what’s surprising is that you are one of his million subscribers that sent him an email but his eyes just catch your email because of your horrible typo in the mandarin
and you are hired :-)
his first text was ‘you have typos on the mandarin but yeah you are hired this is junhui the youtuber don’t share my number pls’
good thing he also asked you where do you live as a distraction and when he found out you live in korea he asked for a meet-up. you know, about the pay and stuffs
when junhui saw you for the first time, he was starstruck. he could feel a thousand butterflies on his stomach when he saw you approaching him
you two talked
he realised about a lot of things about you when junhui is usually not that observant about people
junhui loves the way your eyes crinkles when you smile, he loves the way you laugh
by that he keeps on wanting to see you and use this job as an excuse to do so
you’re not different though. you also thought junhui is super cute. too cute for his own goods and at the same time, you want his shoulder to hit your face because it’s just too attractive
so the fact that he keeps on wanting to see you by texting or calling you to meet up just makes you so happy
junhui also ended up calling you for non-work deal, for instance he asked you to buy presents for his friends or just to go for a dinner or lunch on his favourite soup restaurant
and keep this on mind, junhui loves eating alone
so the fact that he asks you to join, it means something
“hey are you free?”
“i want to eat, do you want to join?”
“the boys made a mess on my room omg”
“how was your day, y/n?”
“i miss my home”
those are his texts and honestly you’re not mad of it
the more you know him, the more you realised that he is not just a guy in his early twenties that make videos on youtube
junhui is someone’s thoughtful. he has a lot of worries yet he chooses to be positive through thick and thin
someone you’d love to be with and makes you feel things that you used not to feel before
and junhui feels the same thing with you
you two like each other
but it takes too long
even his subs are shipping you two with all of their hearts because of how many time you appeared on his videos when he pranked you and like the way he looks at you just explain his feelings
oh yeah, ofc he pranks you and it’s like the cherry on top for you two’s relationship
until finally wonwoo just yelled at junhui’s face
“YOU LIKE Y/N”
“DO I? OH GOD I DO!”
junhui, being the youtuber he is, confessed through video. he pretended to send it to you through email and said it was a video you need to work on
“sooo, as you guys know, i am having the best time of my life and i’d say this is a perfect video to tell you guys something that has been going on-” he paused, pointing at his chest. “here.”
“ y/n is one of the reasons why. they really understand me and make me feel like home. i feel it’s unfair for me to say they’re only on my heart when they are everywhere in my mind, they make me feel the whole zoo inside my stomach.”
“and to be honest, this video is not for you guys nor this video is a prank. it’s for none other than y/n and a very sincere one. i.. i really like you and i really hope you feel the same way with me because i want to spend my days with you and to be around you.”
oh boy
you are crying when listening to his voice. the last part was in english with his accents and everything because it means that he is willing to speak in english for you even though he refuses everytime someone asks him to speak in english
you immediately call him, with tears on your eyes and happiness is the only feeling you feel
“yes! yes yes yes yes yes yes! i like you too, moon junhui!”
“you’re mine now, y/n.”
so it ended up being posted now instead of april fools and it makes me lowkey sad but yeah it’s okay. thank you for reading!
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