#between this and my body literally breaking down i genuinely don't think ill make it to 25

[tmblrkid]

the best part of being a functional alcoholic is that no one knows im a functional alcoholic. hell yeah i'll finish off the rest of your beer! thats probably the fifth one i've had today! hell yeah people blame any odd behavior on my mental and physical disabilities and offer me sympathy drinks! hell yeah i'll probably die before im 25 but at least it'll be fun!

[neo-novaa]

hi pretty!! Hope you're having a great new year so far <3

Here's an idea: jake sully x doctor!reader where he gets hurt or something and goes to the lab for a checkup and meets this new doctor that he never met when he was a human. He thinks reader is very attractive while taking care of him and examining everything and starts getting flirty 👀

Could be fem!reader or gn!reader, whatever you feel like it's best!! Don't feel pressured if you don't like this req, I'll totally understand if so! Have a nice day/evening! ♡

- 🦢 anon

swan anon i love you so much thank you for putting this into my brain. --

doctors orders

*ੈ✩ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jake sully x doctor!human!reader

*ੈ✩ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: brief mentions of blood and stitches with some terribly written flirting, very ooc jake i fear,,also only partially proofread

*ੈ✩ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.4k

*ੈ✩ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: definitely went a bit off the rails and might've written a bit too much,,.. hope this is what you had in mind swan anon!!

jake was a lot more traditional than his fellow na’vi. he was spiritual, sure, but only to a certain degree. yes, he believed that with certain herbs and salves, small wounds could heal overnight, and light illnesses could fade in less than a week.

however, for something like a strong gash spewing blood down his face, Jake would much prefer to go to someone whose main form of medical practice was rooted in a more scientific reasoning

that, and a part of him was genuinely worried about bleeding out before getting back to the clan's tsahik.

so, he opted for flying over to the lab. it was quicker, and much, much more reliable.

the only unfortunate thing about going to the lab was that it wasn’t necessarily avatar friendly, seeing as though he literally couldn’t even fit through the door.

he landed the ikran a safe distance from the lab, mentally whispering a quiet “stay” before breaking tsaheylu. 

at this point, jake couldn’t rely too heavily on his feet (having blood gushing from your head for a solid twenty minutes can definitely have that effect), as he barely managed to stumble towards the window of the lab.

if he had been in more control of his body, jake would’ve gracefully walked up to the incredibly out-of-place structure, knocked on the window, and motioned for the first doctor he saw to come outside. ideally, that's how it would’ve gone. because jake was suave. he was cool, confident, calculated--

but what ended up happening consisted of jake stumbling up towards the lab, banging only once but very loudly on the window, and passing out on the soft grass beneath him.

---

“holy shit!” jake yells as he sits up quickly, the pounding in his chest matching the hammering in his skull. and when his vision unblurred and that burning smell finally left his nose, he was finally able to get a good look at you.

“hi.” is all you said, your oxygen mask obstructing your voice. he looked down to your hands, noting a small, plastic and broken canister.

“the fuck is that?” he murmured, sitting up, and resting his back against the lab. he hissed at his head making contact with the wall behind him. jake reached up to his forehead, finding that it was, suprisingly, no longer bleeding.

“i needed to make sure that you weren’t going to die on me.”

he glances at you, his gaze fluttering all over your face.

“yeah…” he mutters, straightening his posture. “who are you?”

you move closer to him-- wow, okay, a lot closer to him. you’re standing between his legs, and yet still you’re barely a head taller than him.

he barely registers the fact that you’ve given him your name.

“so what’s the prognosis doc? is it fatal?” you’re wiping away the dried blood from his forehead with a damp cloth, not even beginning to bother with how much is on his face, his shoulder, his torso…

his very, very lean torso--

“yeah, actually, it is.” you joke. “i’m not a real doctor. this is all a dream.”

jake chuckles, you can feel his breath on your chest. even in your tank top, the sticky humidity is clinging to your skin, and the closeness between you two isn’t doing anything to help that.

because of body heat, of course. no other reason.

“i wouldn’t doubt it,” he rasps. “you look like you could be straight out of a dream.”

he feels your hands still on his forehead, and you almost drop the bloody handcloth. you cover it up with a quick chuckle, beginning to move down to his cheek. “gosh, how much blood did you lose sully?”

“you know my name?” he quickly interjects.

“of course i do,” you respond absentmindedly, trying your best to wipe away the dried blood from the curve of his jaw. “everyone does. you’re a bit of a local legend.”

you have to laugh at your own words. a bit? that was quite the understatement. you were sure jake’s name would be in the na’vi’s songs for generations to come. at this point, his name was probably engraved in the minds of every soldier that the RDA had on pandora before they were booted off this moon.

but he didn’t need to know that. you didn’t want anything else to go straight to his head, it might cause him to start bleeding again.

“so how’d this happen?” you say, filling the stiff silence.

“i’ll answer your question if you answer one of mine.” there it is, the confidence was coming back. must've had something to do with the blood loss, he notes.

“that’s very mature,” you step away, glancing quickly at the blood on his torso, and deciding that he could probably take care of that himself. “and also not how this works.”

you pull out the tube of numbing cream, hoping that there’d be enough for a wound of this degree, of this size. in proportion to a human, it’d be more than enough. but, lucky for you, jake was nearly twice your size, meaning that the gash on his forehead was twice the size of the ones you're used to.

you resume your position between his legs (it doesn’t go unnoticed by either of you) and begin to lathe the clear substance right around the problem area. it’s cold to the touch, and surprisingly shocks jake.

shocks him enough to flinch,

shocks him enough to put his hands on your waist.

you’re sure he notices the sudden pause in your breathing, stupid oxygen mask makes that shit way too loud.

“hey-- easy, shit still hurts.” he hisses. you ignore the way his words make your face hot. 

“sorry,” you barely mumble, suddenly hyper-focused on the way that his hands are still on your body.

those few moments of silence make your stomach churn. you’re positive jake has noticed both his hands on your waist, and the lack of protest that you’ve put up. you’re careful not to move, not even an inch, because that would bring attention to his hands. too much attention and he might just move them.

you’re applying the unnecessary second layer when you decide to speak. “this stuff is really strong, give it a few minutes and you won’t be able to feel anything on your forehead.”

jake nods to the best of his ability. “a few minutes?”

“a few minutes.” you echo.

“a few minutes gives us some time,” he says, thumbs fussing with the edges of your top.

his words and ministrations catch you off guard. so much so that you noticeably tense. “what do you mean by that?” you say, managing to hide the anxiety gnawing the back of your throat.

from the corner of your vision, you can see his bright eyes glance up at you, flicker down to your lips, and back to your eyes.

“how’d you wind up here.”

you decide that it might be hard to explain why jake would need a third layer of this so-called “strong stuff,” so you decide to best to take a step back and away from him.

you hide dissapointment when you feel his hands leave your waist.

“i’m gonna need you to be a bit more specific on what ‘here’ means.” you’re reorginizing your medkit, trying your best to avoid looking at him again until the redness fades from your face.

“this lab. in the middle of nowhere.” is all he says, but you can hear him shuffling behind you. you decide to sit down, trying to set up your automatic suture. 

“technically, i came for quaritch.” you look up. he’s nervous. “i’m far from a soldier, trust me." you clarify, eyes falling back on the appliance. "i came in with a second flight of doctors, scientists, xenobiologists, et cetera., people that quaritch knew he’d need if he wanted to colonize this moon. i mean, parker was here for the money, you knew that-- everyone did. but quaritch wasn't really part of that mission, not at heart.”

you’re fumbling with the device-- god, how did these things work? you remember norm showing you a dozen times, but the memory never quite stuck with you.

“but obviously, with the great war, i immediately left home base with a handful of other nerds like me who didn't want any blood on their ha-- okay, fuck this thing,” you toss the automatic suture back into the med kit, digging around for its more primitive, manual counterpart.

“what’s that?” he asks, bringing a hand to the paste his forehead.

“first of all, don’t touch that, it’s in a really fragile state right now and if you get too much on your fingers, you won’t feel them for a few hours." you notice the way his hand immediately drops into his lap, and the way his ears are sheepishly pinned to the sides of his head. "second, this should be more of a trade-off. you ask me a question, i ask you. mutually beneficial.”

“mutually beneficial?” jake says, smiling knowingly.

you shake your head, biting back a smile. “you’re gross.”

you’ve finally found the surgical needle and thread when you remember your initial question. “so what happened? what’d you do to yourself to get us into this mess.”

“oh yeah? there’s an ‘us’ now?” jake rasps with a smirk in his voice. you’re about to quip back when he quickly carries on with his answer. “i mean i was just out there, flying, reflecting,” oh, he’s getting poetic now?  “trying to just…be alone for a little while, when this fucking stingbat comes straight at me-- i mean straight at me, as if it had some personal vendetta against me,”

you walk up to him with your needle and stitching thread, interrupting his incredible storytelling to wipe away the foggy salve with a handtowel. “can you feel me?” you say, jabbing a finger around the spot.

“i’d like to feel you,” he breathes against the flat of your chest-- dear god why do you keep doing that? why do you keep standing so close to him? none of this was necessary! you could accomplish the same things if you stood at his side!

“fuck off, i wish i let you stay passed out on the ground.”

“you and i both know that isn’t true sweetheart,” jake hums, sighing before continuing with his story. “but it flew right at me, trying to eat my face. i was able to pull it away, but the bitch got a piece of me to-go.”

“wow…the brave jake sully and his formidable opponent,” you lean closer to his face, finally sticking the needle through his skin. “a stingbat.”

his eye twitches at the quick, dull poke. “you sound good when you say my name.”

“you sound better when you’re not saying anything.” you quip.

“and what’s a pretty thing like you doing on pandora?” jake grins.

“patching up a klutz who got his face bitten off by a god damn stingbat.” you chaff, and the way he smiles doesn’t go unnoticed by you. 

“i didn’t really have that much of a choice,” you decide to elaborate. “it was either dying on that shitty neon planet, or try to do something good in my life.” you’re halfway done, and jake is messing with the cuff of your loose fitting pants. 

“which is?” he’s looking up at you again, with those big bright eyes that are making your job really, really difficult.

“which is stumbling around until toruk makto gets his face bitten off by a stingbat--”

“you’re never letting that go, are you?” he interjects, flicking at your ankle.

“hey! ouch! if it weren’t for me, you’d be passed out on the ground, bleeding out of your forehead. not a very noble way to go, is it?” you say, gently kicking his thigh. you finish off the stitch and take a step back, admiring your clean work. 

“guess that means i owe you my life, hm?” he’s putting his hands together, looking up at you with pleading eyes, feigning desperation. “come on doc, what can i do to repay you?”

you roll your eyes, turning around to repackage everything that you took out from your kit. “i can think of one or two things that you could do to settle your debt.” you say, your words laced with something sultry.

“yeah?” you hear jake from behind you. “and what might that be?”

you shrug the kit over your shoulder, meeting his gaze. when he’s like this, sitting down, it makes him seem so much less intimidating. 

“avoid getting your face bitten off by a sti--”

“say stingbat and i’ll throw this at you.” he’s holding a rock-- where the hell did he get a rock?

you hesitate.

“a stingba--”

jake throws it, missing you by a mile. you laugh, loud, it’s damn near a cackle.

“you’re lucky i lost so much blood. if i was at peak performance i could’ve gotten rid of you.” he’s standing now, you have to pretend like it doesn’t make him infinitely more threatening.

“just like how you got rid of that stingbat?”

“shut up-- need to find another damn rock and actually hit you this time…” he’s stumbling over to his banshee, which -- to your surprise, hadn’t moved much; it seemed to be watching you as you were patching him up, a quick reminder of the bond that some na’vi have with their ikran.

he’s whispering something to his ride when you decide that’s your queue to leave. you’ve done your job, you fixed him up, all in a day's work.

but still, you turn around, finding jake staring right at you.

“don’t get anything in it. like…mud. or anything else. could cause an infection.” you’re suddenly stumbling over your words. “maybe rub some more salves on there-- i honestly don’t really know how na’vi medicine works.”

“definitely seems like something you should know more about.” he jeers.

you nod, pursing your lips. you take a few steps closer to him, very quickly noting the sudden aprehension in his banshee’s stature.

“just come back in two weeks so i can take the stitches out.” 

“maybe i should come over earlier for a checkup.” jake says, coiling his forearms with the banshees antenna. 

“oh, and you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” you say, eyeing him.

“you know i would sweetheart.”

you sigh and shrug your shoulders, taking a few steps away from his ikran. “fine, a week.”

“two days.” he bargains.

“four days, and i’ll be waiting for you.” you say, and his lack of a rebuttal is a silent sign of agreement. 

all jake does is bow his head, slip his visor over his brow bone, and take off into the sky of the early evening.

and all you do is wipe the sweat off your palms, and linger a little too fondly as his ikran disappears over the forest.

[learningfromlosing]

Omg??? So I have been terrified to work out because I just know that it's going to fucking hurt so bad because of my chronic pain but because of the pain I don't move around a lot and that makes it worse!!! And I've been on yt shorts and I just came across this guy who's doing like, beginner stuff for working out and when I saw it my ADHD ass was like oh my god that looks like something I'd do anyway when I have an energy burst?? And I tried it because it looked so low maintenance and I was SO SUS like NO WORKOUTS work for me I have always hated it and it hurts so bad and I want to be strong so bad like I was as a kid but I just lost it because of this pain. But this .. looks different like maybe I could do it it looks fun? And not hard? So I tried it and ???? It was fun? It was easy??? And i could ACTUALLY FEEL IT WORKING MY BODY and finally RELIEVING SOME OF THAT SHOULDER/NECK/AND BACK PAIN I CAN NEVER GET RID OF!!! it literally only took like 2/3 minutes because like hell fucking no I'm not going to be working out 10 FUCKING MINUTES no I can barely take my laundry to my bedroom. So I only did a few sets but it was so helpful I was flabbergasted . And I kept looking though his stuff...... Dude these are the easiest workouts I've ever done! I was like so ready to give up on the idea and try something else like yoga but it's like a mix of all of it! And it's SOOOO easy for me especially when I can barely hold my shoulders back on a good day and my posture needs a brace and it RELIEVES SO MUCH TENSION! I was maybe working out for like 15? Minutes? And that's like with lots of break baby I need to sit down for a second watch you do it and become comfortable with it. But still with all that in-between time and actually doing the workouts I was really getting my heart rate up and I could feel my muscles loosening up and I could feel the relief in my shoulders and neck and it was like I had a religious experience. I have never wanted to continue a work out I have never wanted to follow anyone on yt or anything that's doing that but this one is genuinely helping me and I'm ... Actually a little excited to try and do it everyday? To try and help me move around? And relieve so much of the pain I have and can't relieve without my medication right now.. And maybe even lose weight if I'm so brave? Become the strong person I was and have wanted to be? This is kind of super new for me like I'm 25 and I have really thought nothing was gonna get better for this because of my situation and it was just gonna get worse but.. this is so helpful.. I have fallen so far because of my illnesses and I have really not seen much hope for getting onto something that seems attainable and like could actually have a positive impact on my life. Something truly beginner that doesn't make me feel like I can't even do a beginner workout and give up. This is helping me so much and I'm honestly thankful for it. I actually.. think I want to try and do this more?

[crippleprophet]

hi, just wondering if you'd be willing to break down that quote you liked from biopolitics of disability? I felt like I understood the first half (ish) but I'm not really sure about the second.

Is the idea that research on disabled bodies is profitable, or that disabled people will become nondisabled and join the workforce, or is it arguing that like this research is done out of genuine care and concern for disabled people? I can't quite grasp it. obvs if you don't feel like answering I won't be a dick, just thought since your tags seemed enthusiastic you might have things you might wanna say about it.

absolutely, thank you for asking! it’s a somewhat dense quote that could easily be confusing if you don’t have familiarity with certain texts & concepts. i’ll just take it in sections, but i totally invite other commentary & insight! any emphasis is my own.

Rather than social pariahs, disabled people increasingly represent ��research opportunities” in the sense that medical race sociologist Aihwa Ong means when she argues that “treating” ill and disabled Cambodian refugees in the United States increasingly “became the justification for state and local clinics to obtain much-needed funding from the federal government” (96).

historically, the goal of biomedical interventions in disability has been to eliminate non-normative bodies. the concept that all disabilities require medical intervention (often framed as an approach that is in opposition to creating an accessible society) is referred to as the medical model of disability. it argues that our bodies (i use the term broadly, inclusive of minds) need to be fixed and that eradicating disability is a good thing.

this quote expands on that prior scholarship and argues that biomedical research into disability exists not only to bring disabled bodies into the sphere of normalcy but also as a way for clinics to obtain funding—funding which only exists because of the government’s panic that people, especially immigrants, may become recipients of services like SSI and Medicaid due to disability.

Rather than a former era’s economic “burden,” disabled people have become objects of care in which enormous sectors of postcapitalist service economies are invested. In the terms of recent political economy, disability has been transformed into a target of neoliberal intervention strategies—a “hot” ticket item for potential research and policy funding schemes. Disabled people, once thrown out of the labor system on the basis of their lack of normative productivity in a competitive labor market, now find themselves “at hand for [the] purposes of accumulation at a later point in time.

to rephrase this in a very bitter and sarcastic way, disabled people used to be rejected from society because we aren’t as productive as abled people, but under neoliberal capitalism, we can be good little consumers just like everybody else! even initiatives that aim to increase disabled people’s autonomy and independence focus on us as consumers of disability-related services and our right to make financial decisions in a capitalist marketplace (link to a bit more on that here).

i’m not saying financial autonomy isn’t important—for many people, it’s the difference between life and death, and i’ll include a quote below with more perspective on that than i can provide. but under the current system, it results in corporations vying for disabled people’s money and watered-down activism arguing that businesses for which we are “objects of care” shouldn’t abuse us because then we won’t pay them.

in a broad political sense, it’s a reactionary rather than revolutionary mindset; sort of like how modern gay rights organizations in the US & other countries push for threatening politicians that they’ll lose the “gay vote” if they support a dangerous homophobic policy. it gives us a sort of power, but one that we only need because we’re living under a deeply broken system. but again, that’s not to say that financial independence isn’t vital for disabled people in the here and now, it just shouldn’t be the biggest we can dream. my goal for our people is liberation, not increased consumption.

“It is about time for revolution. We, people with disabilities, have to claim the decision making power and the financial means that are set aside by the taxpayer for disability policies. We have to gain control of our own lives, our own physical rehabilitation, our own personal assistance. We are the experts, we have to build up our own expertise and know-how. We don't need medical doctors, bureaucrats and social workers to decide what our needs are. We know what our needs are and how they can be fulfilled. We ask services that respond to our needs. We don't want to be the object, but the subject of these services.” —Huys Jos, “From Object of Care to Subject of Services,” Rethinking Care—From the Perspective of Disabled People (link to source pdf)

Put in the language of contemporary postmodern political theory, we might say that capitalism necessarily and always creates its own ‘other’” (Harvey, Neoliberalism 141). The historical production of others situates bodies in a position tantamount to un(der)explored geographies: they come to be recognized as formerly neglected sites now available for new opportunities of market extraction that fuels so much of the production end of neoliberal capitalism.

essentially, disabled bodies are Antarctica: left alone by the capitalist marketplace for a long time out of a vague fear and repulsion, but now everyone’s eying us, wondering what profit they can extract, and we aren’t protected nearly as much under global treaties. neoliberal capitalism demands constant expansion, constant profit growth, so instead of being rejected from the (literal and proverbial) marketplace, we’re catered to in a flimsy way that risks hiding the true state of discrimination we experience.

think of the recent erupting discussions around pride month merchandising and advertising; incredibly discriminatory, oppressive companies change their logos rainbow because they’ve realized lgbtq+ people are profitable. similarly, entire sectors of the market start salivating when you mention the US’s aging population because of all the assistive technology people will need. it’s not access as a human right, it’s access for a profit.

Such developments arrive, inevitably, with their own contradictions intact, but they also provide opportunities for rethinking disability as not only alternatively social, but also nonnormatively material, subject.

the social model of disability argues that disability is created by an inaccessible society; what is disabling is not, for example, someone’s paralysis which requires them to use a wheelchair but rather the fact that the apartment buildings in their area don’t have elevators, the streets don’t have curb cuts, and the stores don’t have automatic doors. this excerpt argues that not only is disability constructed through these social means, it also has a nonnormative materiality, in the sense of dialectical materialism; disabled people are uniquely affected by socioeconomic interactions in ways that affect the conditions of our lives.

[yehetting]

Loco & Jay Park - Reaction

kanekilover23 requested: “Hello, can I request a reaction pf Loco and Jay Park when the reader is a youtuber and does the breakup prank on them. Thank you.”

omg haha sorry its so late, here ya go love!

Loco:

He would love having a s/o as a youtuber! Always making fun videos, going to new places recommended by your subscribers. The whole experience was something he never knew he would love so much. That’s until prank season trends came around, he didn’t know that was a thing so it kind of made it easier to get him so good and easily. unfortunately the main trend was fake breaking up with their s/o. You set up different cameras around the living room, to try and get different angles. You had a script ready and everything. Once he came home you pretended to be annoyed already and acted like you where editing another video. He came up and tried to rub your shoulders to help you relax but you shrugged him off telling him to leave you alone. He backed off and went to the room and put his stuff away. When he came back you had added fake tears and pretended like you where crying over “losing all your work”, he ran over to see what was wrong and you said what happened. He tried to hold you but you pushed him off, which made him a little upset. “its okay you can record it again or think of another topic.” he tried to reason. “I cant just ‘record it again’ it was one of my biggest projects I've been working on it for weeks!” You shot back trying not to really cry seeing his face. “Well, I'm sorry, I know how that feels, what can i do to help?” he asked genuinely trying to help. “Nothing, i cant do anything this is something I've been so passionate about and now its gone and all you said was i can record it over or think of a new topic, you knew how much this meant to me and your literally telling me right now that it can just be rerecorded? I cant believe this.” You tried to be as convincing as possible but it was starting to get hard seeing how upset he was actually getting. “I didn't mean it like that, I was just trying to make you fell better..” he said standing up this time and looking down at you. “Are you serious? You are aren't you. I cant do this.” you said standing and starting to walk to the door. “Do what? Where are you going?” he asked realizing you where walking to the front door. “I'm leaving, ill be back in a few days to get my things, you just told me you where trying to make me feel better by putting down all my hard work. I cant be with someone like that I'm sorry.” you put on your shoes and started to open the door when you heard a sniffle. You instantly regretted all of it and just stood there. You turned to see him crying staring at his feet. You felt like shit right then. You had no idea how to tell him it was prank, this was a bad idea. “I'm so sorry....” you whispered real tears coming out. “For what?” he asked so lost at this point. “This was supposed to be a break up prank but I let it get out of hand I'm so so fucking sorry...” You broke and started to cry harder. “What? are you serious?” he asked leaning back and looking at you hard. You just nodded. You pointed at the cameras around the living room. He looked at them all/ in shock. You explained the whole idea and how it got too far when you started to see him cry and how you feel like such an ass. “I really don't expect you to forgive me for this, I'm just really sorry. You said deleting all the footage off the cameras. “no yeah I'm really pissed off right now, ill get over it just please let me be for a little bit, ill come to you when I'm fine.” you nodded and he went into the home gym. He came out sweaty and red from being in there. “hey, so I thought about it and I'm okay with it now, it was a good prank but I wish this wasn't the trend right now. I forgive you.” he said and you smiled. “but to seal the deal you have to give me a hug right now.” he said smiling and holding his arms out for you. You made a gagging face because he was all sweaty but you manned up and gave him a hug. It felt nice despite the sweat. He kissed your cheek. “i love you but don't do that to me every again please. I hated the thought of you leaving me.” he said pain still in his voice. “I wont I promise.” you said kissing him. 

Jay:

He didn't care for the whole youtuber thing like loco did, He did however support anything you did and wanted to help anytime you asked. Needed a kick ass intro and outro song, he was on it and sold you the rights, for kisses, so whenever someone uses it they get copyright claimed. you liked being on the other side of that for a change. He helped with editing sometimes when you're too tired. Having him help you when you needed had its downsides though. He would opt out of the Boyfriend tags trends, because they would “tarnish his bad boy rep” *throws up dumb gang signs* You would laugh it off but that meant you had to do something else and endure the drop in views. You wanted to get back at him for some of it an guess what it was? Break Up prank trend time! Same as loco you set up cams all over his office when he went out to get you some snacks for the movie date you had planned. One was by his computer, his couch behind him and one was placed carefully in-between two of his sound systems. You sat in the living room trying to look pissed off. You seemed pretty convincing because once he stepped into the room he asked what was wrong. You lied and said you saw his emails while cleaning up and saw that he was expected to work tonight. He said that he didn't see it but that he could most likely get out of it. You threw your hands up and followed him to his office where he went to look at the fake email you got his manager to send for you. “I swear its like every time we’re supposed to have alone time you have to work.” you said behind him. He turned and looked at you. “Yeah but, i usually get out of it for us.” he replied still looking at you. “can you this time? you just got off tour! You cant possibly have work already?” you asked pretending to get more annoyed. “I shouldn't ill email him back.” he sat down and started typing away. You riped out your phone and texted his manager about what to do before he hit send on the email. You two sat in silence for a few minutes he tried to reach for your hand a couple times too but you brushed him off. The computer dinged signaling he had a new email. He read it and set his head fell and he sighed. You knew what it said because you basically wrote it. “Seriously?! You're joking right? You just got home!” you got louder. He turned his head to you looking sorry. “I cant help what they do, I'm sorry.” he said trying to reach for you. “I don't care, you just got home this isn't fair to you or me....I don't think I can do this... you work all the time, it feels like i hardly see you.” you said quieter not trying to sound as mean as it did, because you know damn well has always there for you. “I... no I can try to get out of it, Please.. I know its not fair, Its my body their messing with and our relationship.” he got up to move closer but you backed away. “I'm gonna go, ill be at my friends, ill get my stuff in a few days. If I knew this about your company I wouldn't even have said yes to that first date.” Your eyes closed because holy shit you shouldn't have said that. His arm dropped to his side. You backed out of the room and down the hall a little bit. Gaining the courage to go back in. He looked up at you when you came back in. “I.... this was supposed to be a harmless prank but i think I went too far... I'm so sorry jay...” you whispered and let your head hang. You felt warmth and looked up to see him holing you like you would disappear. “what the hell is wrong with you? Please don't ever do something like that again!” he got loud this time pulling away from you. You nodded tears forming. “I promise, Ill delete the footage too.” you said nodding at the cameras. He looked shook, he looked and saw them all. “This was recorded?” he asked. You nodded. “for you channel?” you nodded again. “Please post it! Dude that'll go viral!” Your eyes widened. “What?!” you asked. “I'm serious! If you do you might get scouted for an actress with that amazing acting you did.” he laughed waving at all the cameras. You uploaded it a week later and sure enough it went viral! You got an offer from his company as a commercial actress. 

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