#and i believe the plan is to Computer School Plus Clubs until she's ready to rejoin society not raise her to be a recluse

[secrettreestuffidk]

i was homeschooled.

there's like. standardized tests that you have to pass to legally keep being homeschooled (at least in my state, it definitely varies around the US). so like. you do have to actually learn some shit

but like. I was getting ranked at "college level" for my better subjects by third or fifth grade so they're not exactly rigorous.

otherwise yeah. I got handed a textbook for each subject and given a workbook to fill out each month (my mom did not proofread any of that shit. I got taught civil war revisionism and she did not know until two years later when i mentioned something offhand). I am self-taught in literally every subject. I did my own grading. I was overtly suicidal at age 7 because i didn't have any friends my age and i was literally so lonely that i wanted to jump into traffic lmao

I think your parents also have to report some of your grades. but like. I did my own grading. my mom came up with the assignments and did not check my work unless she was mad at me.

do usamerican homeschool laws not have like, an official curriculum or something? like judging from twitter stuff homeschoolers are either like

group a: super strict educated kids who have abysmal social skills

group b: just straight up mentally neglected by their parents (just not taught anything, no curriculum etc)

and everytime shit happens its always group b and they keep pointing at group a as the excuse why they should continue mentally neglecting their kids

[hoshiangel]

the music major (pt 1)

vernon x fem reader

theme: enemies to lovers fluff

word count: 1330

warnings: none

@comerollwithme: Hi, I'm excited for your new blog so I'd like to request enemies to lovers Fem!reader x Vernon. I feel like Vernon is not a very conflictive person, so it would be fun to see how you'd imagine him to be as an enemy and later a lover! Hope this can be picked up and if it does, I hope you enjoy writing it!

a/n: if you guys enjoy, i’d love to write a part 2! please leave feedback if you would like that! this is my first enemies to lovers so i tried my best <3

prompt: it’s your first year in college, and you’ve got it all planned out: dorm with your childhood best friend, land a perfect computer science internship, and meet the guy of your dreams. to be more specific, the “guy of your dreams” is simply someone your family would approve of and someone who could fulfill the role of an average boyfriend, nothing more or nothing less. but little do you know, your music major dorm neighbor vernon is about to screw the whole plan up, in the most beautiful and exciting way possible. 

-

“i can’t believe we’re here! we did it!” you sighed as you jumped onto your best friend (and now roommate) lucy’s bed, which was placed directly across from yours.

“i know! this is insane, i’m so excited,” lucy replied. today, you and your childhood best friend had just moved into your new college dorm. it was the start of your college experience, and the start of the rest of your life. ever since you were little, you had been dreaming of this moment. but more specifically, you had been dreaming of finding the perfect boyfriend. your parents had met in college, so it felt only right for you to meet the love of your life as well. to be honest, you’ve never been in a relationship before, so you were yearning to feel what it was like. the perfect man for you needs to have a stable future, so your parents would approve. and since you were a comp sci major, he needed to be in the stem field as well. on top of that, you were focused on landing a successful internship as a freshman, because you had so much coding experience already. everything was lined up perfectly for your future and you couldn’t wait.

you and lucy’s room was themed pink and white, with matching bed sets and flower tapestry hanging above your beds. on your nightstand was pictures of your family, friends, and pets. it was your childhood dream, everything was going according to plan. 

“so, what should we do first? do you want to get food and maybe see some of the clubs?” you asked, eager to get out and meet people.

“yes! maybe we can also-” lucy started to say, until she was interrupted by loud music playing next door. you and lucy exchanged glances which clearly signaled you should go see what’s going on. after all, they are your neighbors for the year. you both slipped on your shoes and walked outside to knock on the door. you knocked twice and no one answered, because the music was so loud that it could be heard down the hall, which was starting to annoy you. who’s that disrespectful? you thought to yourself.

“should we just go in?” you asked lucy, and she just shrugged in response. you slowly cracked open the door and peaked inside. sitting at his desk was a guy working feverishly on his computer while bopping his head along to the music. all of his other things were in boxes, there wasn’t even a sheet on the bed— the only thing that was unpacked was two large speakers, a microphone, and a macbook. this guy couldn’t even unpack? he was getting on your nerves already. “um, hello?” you said loudly, trying to talk over the music. he either didn’t hear you or was ignoring you, so you tried again a little louder. “hello!” you yelled, and he finally looked up. he locked eyes with yours, and to your surprise, they were a beautiful hazel color. 

“oh hey, sorry about that. i was just working on some music,” the guy said while turning down the volume so now it was only a little bit loud, but still louder than you would’ve liked. 

“it’s okay. i’m y/n and this is my roommate lucy, we live next door,” you replied. at this point, the guy had stood up to say greet you. he was pretty tall, and extremely good looking.

“im vernon, nice to meet you both. i’m a music major, how about you guys?” 

“i’m a comp sci major,” you said.

“i’m a psych major!” lucy chimed in.

“oh dope,” he replied, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking around awkwardly. it got quiet and no one knew what to say.

“alright, we’re gonna get going. see you later,” you said after a few seconds of silence. vernon waved goodbye and sat back in his chair while you and lucy walked out and back into your dorm. “that was so strange, plus who blasts music that loud? i swear he’s on my nerves already and school hasn’t even started yet,” you said to lucy. 

“yeah, but he was cute though,” lucy said with a giggle. you rolled your eyes and grabbed her hand. 

“cmon, let’s just go see the clubs now,” you replied, ignoring her comment and dragging her out of the room. the two of you walked out of the building, the faint noise of music not far behind.

-

you didn’t get back to your dorm until around 12 am, because you were out socializing and meeting new people all day. it was so much fun, but all you wanted to do was sleep. 

“ugh, i’m so exhausted!” lucy said as she crawled into bed after changing into pajamas.

“me too, i need a good night's sleep,” you replied and got into your bed as well. “goodnight lu,” you said to lucy as you plugged your phone in to charge and got ready to sleep. 

“goodnight y/n!” lucy replied. you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep after a successful first day of college.

-

in the middle of the night, you were suddenly woken up by loud music coming from your neighbor, vernon’s room. you shot up and checked your phone: 2:54 am. lucy was still sleeping, which you were so jealous of. why did you have to be a light sleeper?

you groaned and fell back onto your bed, and tried to muffle the noise by folding your pillow over your ears. it was useless, vernon’s music was just too loud. at this point, you were mad. all you wanted to do was sleep and his obnoxious music was keeping you up. you got out of bed and marched over to his room. you didn’t even bother knocking, it was no use because his music was so loud.

“um hello? can you turn this off? i’m trying to sleep,” you yelled, trying to get vernon’s attention. his head shot up and he gave you an annoyed look. 

“what’s the big deal? it’s just my music. it’s not even loud,” he replied.

“are you kidding me? its 3 am, these walls are thin. can’t you use headphones like everyone else?”

“it doesn’t sound as good,” vernon said. you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. 

“look, just shut it off so i don’t have to tell the RA. i just wanna sleep, you don’t wanna get in trouble. deal?” you said, tapping your foot impatiently.

“fine. but i plan on playing my music a lot. it helps me think,” he said.

“not at 3 am you’re not. this can’t happen again. i’m gonna need rest for class,” you said shortly, which made vernon chuckle. “what’s so funny?” you continued, and vernon just shrugged it off.

“nothing. goodnight y/n, i promise i won’t do this again,” vernon said, shutting his computer off. you ignored him and turned around to leave. as you were going, you noticed his stuff was now unpacked, and he had a lilo and stitch poster hung above his bed. you didn’t wanna admit, but it was kind of cute. 

once you got back to your room, you climbed into bed and lucy woke up from the noise.

“what’s going on?” she said groggily, rubbing her eyes and leaning up to look at you.

“vernon was playing his music loud so i had to tell him to shut it off. so annoying,” you said with a yawn.

“you know, that music major might be into you,” lucy replied while lying back down.

“god no, he’s irritating, i don’t know how we’re gonna live next to him,” you said while looking over at lucy. before she could hear your reply, she had already passed out again. typical lucy.

you closed your eyes and tried to sleep, but for some reason you couldn’t. this time, it wasn’t the music— it was the music major.

✎ admin j 

[presleepthoughts]

How about a spider Beca au? For bechloe?

I literally have had this draft on my computer for over a year now. Didn’t plan on releasing it until I completed it but if you’d like to read it, here it is 😬😀

I planned this to be multi-chapter fanfic so there’s not much Bechloe in the first chapter so excuse me 😂 

If you don’t like it, we can just pretend it never happened. 

but if you are interested in more, just let me know and I’ll show you the rest.

Powerless - Chapter 1

Sheflexed her muscles trying to break out of the straps that trapped her limbsdown on the bed. A middle-age man stood beside her in a white lab coat with aneedle in his hand filled with blue liquid. Beca’s eyes widened in panic and fearas she struggled to fight for her freedom. She couldn’t go through this again.This was the fifth time this week.

“Subjectis ready for the injection. Third attempt. 5-milliliter dosage.” He listed hisactions as he grabbed Beca’s IV tube and placed the needle inside, pushing theliquid into her veins.

Becapanted, preparing her body and mind for the virus to hit her immune system. Shefelt the pain slowly spread through her forearm all the way to the top of hershoulder and her body shot down. She started shaking violently, trashing backand forth as the venom spread through her body. Her body was rigid to the pointwhere she feared her spine was going to snap at any moment.

Unbearablepain attacked her heart and she let out a scream.

Thedoctor observed her reaction, ready to step in at any moment. “Her heart rate’sincreasing. Vitals are low.” He watched her heart monitor as it started to beepfrequently. “We’re losing her.”

Anautomatic voice rang through the room from the speakers. “Give it a minute.”

Thedoctor obeyed and stayed put. Beca felt tears sliding down her cheeks becauseof the pain that she was powerless to stop. Her eyes rolled back into her headas her body finally lost the battle and she fainted. Her heart monitor sloweddown to normal rate.

“Thirdattempt failed. Subject unconscious.”

Thedoor opened suddenly and another professor walked in. “Give me the chart.” Hedemanded and flipped through the pages, mumbling under his breath. “It’s stillmissing something. But what?”

Hesighed and took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes. “I need to go back to thelab. When is she gonna wake up? We need to keep trying.”

“Shecan’t take anymore. Her heart is going to fail and she’ll die. She needs therest.” The doctor said, releasing her wrists from the handcuffs. “Let’scontinue tomorrow when she’s recovered.”

“Fine.”The professor said nonchalantly and disappeared through the door.

Shewoke up in a white room the next morning, vision slightly blurred. She scannedaround her and glanced down her arm, finding three glowing red dots on herwrist. She sighed; she’ll have a hard time covering them up. It’s no wonder whyeverybody in school thought she was a drug addict.

Carefullysitting up, she grabbed her phone from the bedside table and checked the time.School started in an hour. She needed to get going if she wanted to be on time.

Shegathered her strength and pushed herself off the bed and immediately grabbedher stomach, feeling the nausea coming full force. She reached for the emptybucket placed beside her bed and dry heaved for a couple of minutes. She hadn’teaten since yesterday morning when she was whisked away to the lab.

Dr.Harris peaked his head through the door.

“CanI come in?”

Becagroaned in pain as another wave rolled through her body. The doctor took thatas a ‘yes’ and walked inside with a clipboard.

“Howare you feeling? Aside the nausea. Headaches? Pain in the limbs?” He scrabbleddown something on the paper, unconcerned about the girl on the floor.

“What’s– what’s happening?” Beca weekly coughed out, finally able to take a breath as herstomach relaxed.

“Yourimmune system is trying to reject the venom but it is too powerful. So, theonly other way to get rid of it is by vomiting. It’s natural. You should befine once every drop of toxic left your body.”

Becawanted to snicker and throw something at him but she opted to use that energyto stand up slowly. “How many times?” She asked exhaustedly.

Withoutany context the doctor understood her. “3. It wasn’t safe for us to continuewith the treatment.”

Us. Beca shook her head with alifeless smile. Like she wasn’t the one who almost died yesterday. “That mustbe a record.”

“Hesent me to examine you and determine when are you ready for the next trial.”

Becacollapsed down on the bed. “Great. Awesome. Can you hurry up because I have togo to school.”

Becahurried down the corridor as fast as her body allowed her. The check-up ranlater than she thought and she missed the school bus, making her walk fifteenminutes to the school. Normally it wouldn’t be a problem but she still felt theeffect of yesterday, heavily in her body.

Shetucked down her sweatshirt to cover her wrist and knocked on the classroomdoor. Mrs. Andrews looked at her pointedly but continued the lecture, allowingBeca to slip in the back row without a verbal confrontation. Dropping her bagon the ground, she pulled out a notepad and a pen, blinking rapidly to not fallasleep.

Aftercopping down everything on the board, Beca quickly became bored. Twirling thepen between her thumb and index finger, she looked around the classroom. It wasfilled with the almost entire football team, including the cheerleaders aswell. Beca saw two IT kids from the Tech Club and two lead singers in DramaClub. Front and center sat the cheerleader captain, Aubrey Posen and her secondin command Chloe Beale.

Becatilted her head in wonder.

WhileAubrey embodied every single stereotype of a cheerleader, Chloe was different. Becanoticed her talking to strangers nicely, treating everybody with respect andkindness.

“Ms.Mitchell, you were late and now you don’t even pay attention to the lesson.”Mrs. Andrews’ voice rang out loud, shocking Beca out of her thoughts.

“I’msorry, Mrs. Andrews. I’m listening.” Beca spoke out, shrinking in her seat asthe classroom turned to her. She briefly caught Chloe’s ocean blue eyes beforethe cheerleader turned back around.

“Wonderful.As I was saying…”

Afterthat Beca tuned out, slowly progressing to lay her head down on her desk. Shefought to keep her eyes open but were unable to and she fell asleep.

Theschool bell woke her up violently as she swung her head up and saw peoplegathering their stuff and leaving the classroom.

“Ms.Mitchell, a word please.” Mrs. Andrews’ were sitting at her desk, staring atBeca disapprovingly.

Fuck.

Staciewere waiting for her outside the room, leaning against the wall.

“Whattook you so long?” Stacie questioned, holding her books to her chest.

Becashowed her the pink note in her hands with the words DETENTION splattered onit. Stacie winced as they made their way to the next class that they shared.

“Ouch.What did you do? Mrs. Andrews is really cool usually. It’s hard to piss heroff.”

“Well,I succeeded apparently. I ran late, didn’t pay attention and to top it all off,I fell asleep.” Beca listed bitterly, coming up to her locker. “It’s a miracleshe didn’t send me to the principle.”

Thelast thing she needed was her father to be called in school. She shuddered justthinking about it.

“Whathappened yesterday that made you so tired?” Stacie’s mouth opened wide. “Didyou pick up some hot girl? Oh, tell me everything. I wanna hear all about it.With details.”

Becasnickered as she opened her locker and pulled her history book out. “Like Icould do that. Please. I’m the only lesbian in this school. Who would I pickup?”

“Justbecause they are not out, it doesn’t mean that there isn’t any girl to choosefrom. Believe me, you are not the only one. Plus, it’s a small town, noteverybody is as brave as you.” Stacie stated shrugging.

“Yousure do know a lot about closeted lesbians here. Are you trying to tell mesomething?” Beca smirked jokingly and Stacie rolled her eyes.

“Please,you know I fell in love with people. Not gender.”

Becalaughed. “How poetic of you.” She lifted her arm to grab the strap of her bagbut her sweatshirt shifted down, revealing the evidence of yesterday’s trial.Stacie’s eyes immediately zeroed on the three angry dots and she sucked in adeep breath.

“Whatare those?” Her tone was controlled as she pointed at Beca’s wrist.

Beca’seyes widen as she quickly lowered her arm, pulling the material down, hidingthe marks again.

“No- nothing. I – I just doodled on my hand. It’s ink.” Beca would’ve been proudof her quick thinking if Stacie’s expression hadn’t hardened. She didn’tbelieve her.  

“Don’tlie to me. Beca you said you weren’t doing that anymore! Are you stupid?”Stacie asked strongly, taking a step forward.

Becastepped back. “I’m not doing anything.” She said defensively. As the firstrumors started going around school that she was a drug addict, Beca hadn’tbother to come clean to Stacie. It was easier to let the girl believe thatthose marks came from herself when in reality he was the cause of them.  

“Itdoesn’t look like it! Beca, are you using again?” Stacie in her anger grabbedBeca by the shoulder, squeezing tightly, trapping the girl between herself andthe lockers.

Suddenly,Beca was back in the lab as the assistant strapped her down forcefully onto thehospital bed. No matter how hard she fought, he held her down strongly as hestabbed the needle in her arm and pushed the medicine that made her so woozy,she couldn’t tell from up and down.

Herbreathing picked up as her heart beat out of her chest. Acting on pure panic,she pushed Stacie away by her shoulders, watching as she stumbled backwardswith her eyes wide open in shock.

Bothfrozen to the spot, Beca was aware of the growing crowd around them, curiouslywaiting for something to happen, phone ready in hand to record. She pushed downthe tears threatening to escape and ran down the hall, away from prying eyes,away from Stacie and out the door.

[mytrashs-blog]

Alter Ego ch. 4 “Perficiendi”

Spideychelle, Peter Parker x Reader, slow burn fic, Enhanced reader.

Word Count: 2,388

Warnings: PTSD, men being trash, terrible coping mechanisms

Summary: “When you can do the things that I can, but you don’t, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you.”

A/N: Made it to the 4th chapter! Yay!! This one is a chill one, I like to say this is the calm before the storm, and you really don’t know what ya got comin’ but yeah, I gotta keep encoraging you to Reblog!! This!! Post!! because that’s how we keep ‘em comin’ and also leave the comments, they make me very happy. If you wanne be part of the taglist, shoot me an ask! :)xx

Ch. 3 “Ipsum Invenies”

It really was a simple design, kind of like the one Spider-man wore, red, blue and a few details in black. You wanted it to be like your male counterpart, a one piece with a mask covering all of your face, plus you needed to solve the eye problem, cause you’ve realized that it’s annoying at some extent to see as wide as you do, so you want to solve this to be able to concentrate in what’s more important.

The doing was the complicated part, because though you had a bit of knowledge in how to make clothes for some clubs you were in during middle and high school, you have no idea how to make a superhero suit. For starters: What kind of fabric is flexible and bulletproof, and super resistent to knives and all kind of lethal weapons? What is Spider-man’s suit made of anyway? So many unanswered questions. In the end you settled for high resistance spandex and a ton of cosplay tutorials on Pinterest and YouTube.

The first prototipe was ready in three days, but the final version, the one in which you could run, jump and everythign else took two weeks to perfect. But of course you wanted to know how to fight, so you enrolled on the gym for some boxing classes and your mother loved the idea, for it was a way for you to defend yourself if you were ever in a traumatic situation again. You really don’t wanna know how she’d react if she knew what you’re planning to do.

The spiderweb was a lot more complicated, where does Spider-man get that thing from? You know that this would be awfully easier if you had a Tony stark to pay for all your toys, but for now, all you have is Lexi: biochemistry student, roomie and very close friend. She offers her help to develpo the webs, one that’s resistent and can carry tons of weight, on the last minute you come up with the idea of infusing the web with a sedative that activates on contact, to avoid the prey from getting rif of it. That process took a lot of work and time aswell.

It took two long months for you to feel ready to go through with your revenge but even after that, you couldn’t quite find the uber driver, at some point you question if it’s even worth it, even google has its limits and it won’t present you an adress just like that. And that’s when it gets really hard. Your idea is to hack into Uber’s database to get the adress. If the police didn’t even go after him, maybe he didn’t run away.

Your college is very big, you know a lot of people, but since you went missing in the middle of exams season, everyone is very busy and it’s hard to find someone available to help you hack a likely vey protected site, but you try regardless. It takes about 15 calls and hundreds of unanswered texts, but you finally get a very nice nerd to teach you how to do the dirty job, because you really didn’t want to tell him what you were planning.

You had to begin your infiltration from a strange computer, in a place far away from your apartment and with a VPN adress, to be untraceable, hard work, but your nerd friend taught you everything you needed and it wouldn’t take more than 5 minutes to do it.

The codes you have to write in are long, the ones you have to get rid of are hard to find, but you enhanced senses can do it faster than you’d ever imagined, before the incident you would’ve never been able to do it, while your thoughts drift away, you make it inside Uber’s database, you search for the information you need. You don’t type in his name, that would have made it easier for the page to identify it’s been hacked, but once you find it you take a picture of the screen eith the phone your mom insisted on buying for you and you get out of the page they way your nerd friend tol you. You’re safe.

You get out of the place, but you leave the laptop there, you figured it’d be better of someone steals it, that way it’s impossible to trace it to you. You walk to a bus stop to get back home, you don’t even consider taxis or anything else for transport anymore.

You put on your earphones while you get on the public transport, after playing some music from your phone, you decide to take a look at the data you gathered, when you open it you realize that apart from the data of the man, there’s a picture of him, looking at it takes you back to that same face looking at you like an animal about to attack, his hands touching you, his weight over your body, the puch with the baseball bat, you remember everything he made you live in a second and suddenly you’re gripping the metal bar in front of your seat with all your strenght, you feel the metal giving in under your muscles, molding to the shape of your closed fist over it. You let go.

You have tears in your eyes and the person beside you looks at you concerned, scared even. You get off the bus the second it stops and you run, you run as fast as you can in the direction of your apartment, images attacking you like flashes in a dark room, you don’t want to see it, you speed up and everything around you is a blur, except for the images in your mind, when they stop coming you start slowing down until you stop too. You’re one block away from your apartment, but you can’t, you crumble and start ccrying again. All these new abilities and none of them can help you forget. You cry until the sun starts setting, you’re still sitting on the cold pavement of the street, people walk by and they stare at you, but frankly you couldn’t care less, after a while Lexi calls.

“Hey…”

“Where are you? Everything alright?”

“I’m one block away, I was doing some stuff but I’m almost there now.”

“Okay, I ordered pizza”

“Okay.” The conversation is flat, no feelings there, maybe Lexi sounded a bit worried, lately it seems like she’s treating you like you’re a fragile piece of china that’s about to fall off a shelf, always treating you with tenderness and waryness, it’s annoying but understandable. Paola also had to endure your dissapearance, she had to go to the police only to be ignored, no one even bothered in telling her how the search was doing and she had to be in the apartment by herself, with all your stuff as a constant reminder that you were still gone.

You get up and walk back home, you don’t notice but you’re still trembling for the emotional crisis, so much that when you try to get the key in the door you simply can’t and you get so frustrated that you end up punching the wall, you get worried you might have broken it, but it’s safe for now, it’s just a small crack on it. Lexi opens the door a few seconds after.

“Did you get the info?”

“Yeah. We have to confirm the adress, so we have to go there a couple times to check it’s the right one and we’ll go from there.”

“Alight. There’s the pizza.”

“Thanks… Would you mind coming with me to check the adress? I don’t think seeing him again by myself is a good idea just yet.” Yous ask, eyes glued to the table, avoiding any kind of eye contact.

“Sure. When do you wanna go?”

“Tomorrow.” You finish. Lexi nods and goes in her room.

After finishing your dinner you go to bed, you’d never admit it, but since you came back home, sleeping is the hardest thing to do, you always have nightmares, all the things you’d rather forget come back to you every night. And each time, you lay there, looking at the ceiling until you fall asleep and the nightmares start coming. You tell yourself they’ll stop once you get your revenge, that you won’t let anyone else go through the hell you’re still going through.

The next day Lexi and you get in Sebastian’s car, you didn’t tell him why, but he agreed to take you to the adress, when you get there you decide to park a bit far but not so much that you lose sight and then you wait. An hour goes by and then there’s a car parking in front of the house, it’s not the same car you got in that night, but the driver is the same. Your blood boils in your veins and you feel color coming to your cheeks, then you see a second person getting out of the same car, a woman, the man hugs her and kisses her on the lips, that make you even more furious.

How coud he have a partner and do such monstrosity?He might be even married to this woman and yet he did what he did. You feel Lexi’s arms coming up behind you to hug you, you don’t react, you stay staring at the house of your rapist, Sebastian looking at you worried, but he doesn’t ask.

“Let’s go.” You say and Sebastian drives back to your place. When you open the door to get down he stops you.

“Why don’t you go ahead, Lexi? I wanna talk to (Y/N)”. Lexi nods and steps off, she turns to look at you, but then she walks inside the building. “Who’s the man from that house?” he asks, serious.

“Nobody.” You answer looking in your apartment’s direction.

“I don’t believe you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I just want to help you, but I can’t if you don’t open up.”

“You’d help me if you stop asking questions.” You answer and you turn to look at him in the eyes, he’s looking at you the same way Lexi does, with pity, just as if you were an abandoned puppy.

“I’m not gonna judge you. I just think it’s better for you to talk about it, you know? Did that man hurt you? Does he have anything to do with you waking up in a hospital after being missing for two weeks?” Your jaw falls a little at that. Why the hell does he know you were missing? It didn’t even make it to the news. “News travel fast on campus, of course I found out.”

“It’s none of your business Sebastian. Please drop it.” You feel you voice cracking on the last sentence, Sebastian puts his hand over yours in your lap. You look at his hand then at him and then at his lips. You kiss him. He kisses you back.

The kiss is hungry and messy, almost wild, your hands play with the hem of his shirt, one of them goes up to play with his hair, he takes you by the waist, bringing you closer, you break the kiss for a second so you can climb onto his lap with a nimble movement and you also manage to get the seat back as far as it could, you kiss him again, harder than before, his hands go to your waist once again and they make their way down until he’s firmly holding your butt, his mouth moving towards your neck. Your hands go to the waist line of his jeans, playing with the buckle of his belt for a second. And you hesitate. Should you be doing this with your exboyfriend.? And you stop in your tracks.

“I cannot do this.” You say as you go back to the passanger’s seat, Sebastian looks at you confused, but he says nothing. You get off the car and run to your apartment, you rush to the bathroom and shut the door, you get undressed as you feel the tears running down your face. Are you even able to do anything anymore without crying? You get in the shower and you let the cold water fall on your body. You stay there until you stop feeling.

You feel nothing.

…

Peter ends up deciding to improve the dron a few 20 meters more, which did require a bit of a hustle with the software of the suit, but that wasn’t nearly as hard as getting KAREN to have real time access to police centres all around the country. It took a couple weeks and him having to deactivate his AI for a few days, which made his life a lot harder. But he made it. Now he can listen and record all calls made to 911 as they are happening, which are a lot, by the way, but he was also able to come up with an algorithm to filter what matters to him and what doesn’t, not that some things don’t matter to him, just that there are some stuff that are relevant to the research and some that aren’t, you get the point, right?

So, only kidnapping, dissapearances and found bodies were coming through, and to Peter’s surprise, there were so many calls a day being stored in KAREN’s data base.

After some weeks everything became a bit tedious, none of the calls had anything to do with the case, little by little Peter started to lose interest in the research. Mr. Stark had made very little progress aswell, from what he heard, therefore he too started to focus on other important matters, but not dropping the topic completely, just in case.

MJ is going to prom with Peter, but he needs a suit, and he’s also helping ned come up with a plan o ask Betty out. It’s like, for the first time in forever he finally has time to be a normal teenager and he doesn’t have to go after bad guys in the city. He’s finally finding the balance between Spider-man and Peter.

But of course everything in his life has to change one secong to another, but this… he definetely didn’t see coming.

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[cabotcreekuniversity]

Dear Melody Baxter as portrayed by JAYNE,

Congratulations! On behalf of Cabot Creek University, I am pleased to announce your admission for Fall 2017!

The academic and personal accomplishments reflected on your application for admissions are exactly what Cabot Creek University embodies and represents.

We cannot wait to greet you this coming school year.

Please [ check here ] for further instructions on accepting the offer of admissions. We look forward to working with you.

Name, Age, Timezone, Pronouns:

My name is Jayne, I am 23 years years old. I live in England, so my timezone is GMT+1 and I use She/Her pronouns.

✯ IC Questionnaire ✯

Character name:

Melody Marie Baxter

Character major:

Melody studies History - she particularly enjoys studying European History, especially WWII and the French Revolution. She believes that in order to have a right, peaceful and progressive future, we must learn lessons from the mistakes of the past and what better way to do that than by studying History. She plans to teach others once she graduates - if she graduates.

Clubs or sports:

Debate Council - any excuse to argue her point without being told she needs to shut her mouth. Humans Vs. Zombies - she’s a survivor and if a zombie apocalypse happens, she wants to be ready. Martial Arts - she’s teeny and therefore, she needs a little something extra in order to protect herself. Plus, kick a zombies arse? Hell yes!

Will your character have a job?:

She is a ‘cocktail waitress’ at the Electric Martini, although once she gets into her second year she hopes to teach intro undergrad classes for History.

Give us a head canon about your character:

When Melody sleeps, she is dead to the world. She could sleep through a war zone, a natural disaster and possibly the zombie apocalypse that she is supposed to be preparing for.

Melody has 15 stuffed unicorns hidden around her room, and she is still collecting. She has no idea why she loved the majestic, mythical creatures so much but she just does.

Answer the following questions IC about your character. Feel free to use a gif to respond if you’d like:

What is an issue you feel most passionate about?:

“The apocalypse” she said, without hesitation. “What? Why are you looking at me like that? Zombie or not, the apocalypse is coming and we need to be prepared for it. With everything our crazy politicians are doing in Washington, I am surprised the world hasn’t imploded already! I keep a backpack full of essential supplies under my bed, in my car and in my bathroom, just in case I need to leave in a hurry”.

Describe your thoughts on social media?

“It can be very useful, especially when I want to catch up with my friends from back home… or stalk them a little” she giggled, “although honestly, I have found now social media is used as a platform for some rather negative things… I have pulled away from it more and more, with every year… but of course, I still have it, I would be crazy to get rid of it. It would feel… lonely I guess” she sucked on her bottom lip for a moment, “how strange, that we feel as close to someone through our computer screen as we do face to face”.

What is your favourite fandom or movie or TV show or book series (choose one)?:

“I love Game of Thrones, I mean, I am pretty obsessed with that show. I schedule my work around it whenever the new season appears and I have read all of the books - which are very different to the shows in a lot of ways, but still amazing” she grinned, brushing her hair back behind her ears. “I really love the setting, medieval in a way but at the same time magical and mysterious - I really want a dragon.. oh the things I could do with a dragon! And a direwolf… oh my gosh, shut me up now before I talk for days…”

Opinion on love and romance?

“After watching my parents fight one another for all these years, I am not so sure anymore. I think it must exist for some people, but I don’t necessarily believe that love is for everyone -not anymore” she sighed, twisting a strand of hair around her pinky finger, before dropping it. “Maybe, if I ever fall in love one day, I will have an opinion of my own to share but until then…” she sniffed, lowering her head, “… I don’t know”.

Optional Extras:

Mock Blog - All my bits and piece for Melody are on this blog, I didn’t want to make the application longer than it already is!