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A Bad Date and A Late Night Drive
Part 3 to Simmering and Smothering
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A/N: I didn't wanna study quantum and physics and science at like 12am, so, yeah the explanation (when you get there) is cut off for a reason
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You stand outside a bar, pulling your jacket closer around your body, not for warmth, but for comfort. Sniffling, you think about calling for a taxi but after the night you’ve had, you rather not. You don’t think you could deal with the questioning looks, the one that writes a story in their head, that wants to know the details and asks every question to pry them out of you with the same gentleness that a crowbar has.
A close friend is another option. Your fingers swipe over your contacts and the thought about contacting any friend right now seems embarrassing despite the situation. Far better than a taxi driver, but when you stare at the contact name, you can’t bring yourself to click the green icon. Their pitiful gazes would make you squirm and wish for the taxi driver. They’d comfort you over your failed date and tell you that you’re great and any other positive quality that they could think about just to make you feel better.
You don’t want to feel better. You want to be distracted; you want your mind taken off of the past hour.
There’s a chance that the person who you want to call won’t even answer, but you're already feeling low enough, anything more is just icing on the cake. You scroll until you find the name ‘Johnathan’ and rubbing your nose, you press the phone icon. It rings and rings, and you think that you should hang up and take your chance walking home. Sucking in your breath, you pull the phone away, ready to hang up. He’s busy, you rationalize to yourself. He has no time to answer you- and that’s perfectly fine.
“Hello?” His voice Comes out, unsure and tentative.
“Johnathan?” You think that you could cry. You lean your head closer to the phone, and fist the fabric of your jacket.
He calls out your name, soft and concerned. “Are you okay?”
Ignoring the question, you kick at the ground under your feet. “Are you busy?”
A pause. “No.” You hear something clink against a surface. A glass, maybe? “Why? Do you need something?”
You’re starting to regret calling him. “I’m um- I’m at this bar. I was wondering if I could get a ride?” You shouldn’t have bothered him. Maybe he was busy and he was saving you from embarrassment. And maybe out of the kindness of his heart, or the fact that even to yourself, you sound so pitable, he says yes. “Thank you,” you say breathlessly, relief making your chest light.
“Of course. I’ll be over right away. Something scrapes against another, a harsh unforgiving sound and you hear the twinkling of glass bump into each other. “Sorry,” he mumbles into the phone. “I’ll need the address.”
Nodding, you hum a noise. “I’ll text it to you.” Sucking in your bottom lip, and teasing it with your teeth, you clear your throat. “Um, no rush or anything. Just uh- I’ll be here.” You pull the phone away, his voice softer now that’s far away, and you can hear him bump into other things, and a beeping noise. Your fingers copy-and-paste the address into the text box. “Okay, I just sent it.”
“I'll be there soon. I’m walking towards my car already.” As if to prove himself, you hear the sound of keys clash against one another.
You want to ask him to stay on the line, but he already seems so frazzled at having to pick you up. You wonder if he’d even agree to keep talking to you if you asked. Biting your tongue, you lean against the wall of the building, and nod. “Like I said, take your time. It’s not like I’m going anywhere.”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
Sniffling, you nod. “Just don’t get lost. Okay, Johnathan?”
“I’ll try my best not to,” and the way that he says your name has your hand twisting the fabric over your stomach, heat rushing at your chest to the cups of your cheeks.
“See you soon,” you muse and at his goodbye, the phone clicks and you’re left looking out onto the streets of New York.
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True to his word, he arrives shortly after your phone call. You wave towards him, and he waves in reply, and his blinkers light the street. Behind him a car hinks, and you scurry to the passenger side door, pulling on the handle only to find it locked. Your mouth straightens in a line when the car behind him honks again. There’s a click, and the door opens.
The air conditioner cools your warmed skin. When the seatbelt clicks, he pulls forward, only to be stopped by a red light. You can only imagine the fury that the car behind him has.
“Hi Johnathan,” you tell him.
His head turns towards you, and with red casting a glow in the car, he nods. “Hi,” he says, your name said in a soft voice. The light turns green, and he takes his gaze away from you. “How are you?”
It’s much easier to share with a stranger than with a friend, but when you look at him, you can’t bring yourself to share. You wonder what he thinks of you. Does he think of you as a friend? Or perhaps something more? Are you still just that pestering reporter that follows him like a lost pup? Oh, you hope that you’re more to him than just that.
“Oh, you know-” you cock your head to the side, watching out the windshield- “I’ve been better.” You stay silent for a beat, and with guilt twisting at your stomach, you focus on the bitter taste on your tongue. “I went on a date,” you force yourself to say- every vowel and consonant tasting like acid and cheap alcohol.
You hear him hum, and still seeing him in the corner of your eye, you turn your head, watching the passersby through the window. “Oh.” The word comes out soft and weak. He clears his throat. “How was it?” You can see him much more clearly than you had intended.
“Bad.” You fist your hands into your jacket. “He was just- weird. Like odd.” He’s silent again. You need to fill the silence. You need words to be shouted and spat, and poison to drip before you feel your throat begin to close and before your eyes start to water. “Thank you for picking me up.” You turn towards him, and you tap against the rubber mat of the car.
“Of course,” he tells you in a whisper. “Anytime.”
Your eyes take note of the lab coat that he still wears, and the way that he stays hunched over, eyes barely being able to be kept open. “You said you weren’t busy.” He takes a quick glance at you and returns his gaze to the road. “You’re wearing your lab coat. Did I take you away from something?”
“That’s not important,” he answers quickly.
“It’s important to me,” you whisper, the seat belt stretches as you turn yourself and lean over. “Johnathan.” He startles at his name being called, but he still does not give you an answer. You frown. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. If I had, I would've called a taxi or something.”
“You don’t have to apologize.” He waves his hand nonchalantly.
“But-”
“I made the choice to answer your call. I was the one that told you that I wasn’t busy. You don’t have to apologize.” He takes a quick glance at you. “Really. Don’t worry about it.”
“Why did you lie then?”
His hands tighten over the steering wheel. “I don’t know.”
Shifting your gaze and feeling your heart start to quicken, you tap your hands against your thighs. “Do you wanna know why I called you?”
“Will I have to answer you if I say yes?” There’s a smile teasing at the corners of his lips, and you wish he’d smile at you.
You shrug. “That’s up to you.” You tap your shoes, a quick little pitter-patter fills the car. “I wanted you to pick me up. I know my friends would have, but I didn’t want to see them. Not when I look like this.”
“I think you look nice.” He’s quick to respond, and you catch his eye for a moment before he turns it away. “I’m sorry.” He clears his throat. “That’s not the right thing to say, is it?”
Smiling, you lean against the seat. “You don’t have to apologize,” you tell him. Sucking in a shaky breath, you let go the same way. “I just- I wanted-” you shake your head- “I needed someone.”
“And you thought to call me?”
You turn in your seat, and suddenly the air conditioner in the car isn’t enough to cool your burning skin. “Should I not have?”
Shaking his own head, he sucks in his bottom lip. “No. I mean yes- yes you should have.” At a red light, he turns to you, and the red illuminates his skin. “I’m glad that you did.” He doesn’t stop looking at you. “I’m glad that I was able to help.” He scratches at the side of face, his nails drag down, ruffling at his beard. “It’s not as if you could have known I was going to be busy.”
“If I had known that you were busy, I wouldn’t have called,” you say without thinking, hating to be an inconvenience to him. You wanted to be fun, not something that he had to care for. And yet, you called him because you couldn’t dare to be seen by anyone else.
He shakes his head. “You can always call me. If it’s something that you need, I’ll do my best to deliver.”
You’ve heard similar statements before, and every time you took the offer of the statements, it only made you feel smaller, feel like you were much more delicate than anything else. You felt too needy, too whiny- it would leave a sour taste in your mouth.
Wrapping your arms around yourself, and you stare out the window. A part of you hopes that after this night, he doesn't contact you again. Then mabe, you’d get over your silly, little crush.
Your name is called. You hum in response, not wanting to face him just yet. “Are you hungry? Do you want to stop somewhere and get something?”
Pushing yourself deeper against the seat, you hope to disappear. “I don’t want to take up anymore of your time.” You shake your head.
“I’m offering. You’re not taking up my time.” The way his words are heavy with sincerity, makes you turn to him.
“For real?” You ask, and he nods. “Okay, yeah. We can do that.”
Nodding, he waits at a stop sign, and grabs his phone and types in an address. “I know this drive-in. We won’t even have to get off. We can stay in the car.”
“Okay, good.” You let out a weak laugh. “I don’t really think I want to see other people, right now.” The voice rings into the air, telling him to make a right.
“It’ll just be us, I promise.”
Smiling, you nod. “Alright then,” you let out a breath, sinking into the seat. “Lead the way then, Johnathan.” You sweep your hand in front of you.
The silence between the two of you is broken by the directions given out, and the music that plays from the radio. You tap your foot along to the beat, and stare out the window. You think you should talk to him- ask about his day, or if the place you’re about to visit is any good.
“Am I allowed to ask you something?” He asks, breaking the silence.
You turn your head, and he keeps his gaze on the road before him. “Yeah, go for it.”
“How was the date?” You stare at him, and he pulls at a length of his hair. “You said that he was “odd” and I just- I thought you might have liked to talk about it.” You watch as he lets go and the piece bounces back into place. “I understand if you would rather not. I don’t want to pressure you or anything.”
Shrugging, you stretch your legs as far as you can. “He kept going on about how no one wants to date him because he’s ugly and how I’m so nice for giving him a chance. He kept putting himself down, and maybe if I was younger, I would have given him a chance to help his self-esteem or whatever, but now?” You sigh, and direct your attention to his hands that grip the steering wheel. “Now, I just don’t find all of that appealing in any way. Confidence is attractive, you know?”
“I can understand that,” he replies. “And you ended the date?”
“When I wouldn’t compliment him after his self-deprecation, he was getting flustered. And then he started going on about how I wasn’t all that either and I guess he wasn’t getting the response he wanted from me so he threw this fit and walked out.”
“What?” He turns to you, and you’re thankful for the red light he’s stopped at. “He did all that to you?”
“Average dating experience,” you muse. “Thank goodness he only ordered a beer and an appetizer.” He has this furrowed look in his eyes that scan over you, and you shrug, unable to look away from him. “It happens,” you reason.
“It shouldn’t happen to you,” he counters.
There’s a breath lodged in your throat. “Yeah, well-” you’re unable to give any other reason, and you let your words falter. “It is how it is, ya know?” With the way that he’s looking at you, you wish that the light would turn green. That he would look away from you, and maybe that he would stop making your heart beat so fast.
“Why did you go out with him?” He asks. The light turns green, and he’s still looking at you, and you’re still looking at him, unable to tear your gaze away from him.
How do you tell him that you went out because you think- you know- that you have a crush on him, and that with your job as a reporter and his as a scientist, you know that it won’t end well. It’ll be fun, but it won’t last. You should tell him that you were bored, that you needed something to get your mind off of him. That maybe, you hoped that what you feel towards the scientist isn’t anything more than a surface level crush.
“Johnathan,” you whisper, and he leans closer. You hold your breath, and losing all your resolve, the light turns yellow. You let the breath go. “The light changed.”
He looks away, and the car speeds off.
Your stomach twists itself, intestines wrapping around and contracting your organs and making you feel like you’re going to be sick. “I needed a distraction,” you tell him. The phone tells him to make a right in two hundred feet. “Thought going on a date might help with that.” The neon sign of the drive-in flashes, part of the sign is dimmed. “Only got me insults and less money.”
Pulling into an empty section, he puts the car into park. He turns to you. “Let me move my seat back so you can look at the menu.”
With slumped shoulders, you nod. You lean over, and can barely see the menu without having to go across him. Once, satisfied, you pull yourself back to your seat, and he takes a glance. Lowering down the window, he asks what it is that you want, and you tell him your order. He presses on the button, and repeats yours and his order.
His hands rest over his thighs, and you try to suppress a yawn.
“Why did you need a distraction?” He straightens his glasses with his index and middle finger.
You pause. “I- I had my mind preoccupied with other things. I thought getting out would bring me out of that type of mindset.”
“Did it help?”
You shake your head. “No, no it didn’t.” Pulling at the hem of your jacket, you pull with a stray fiber. “This is helping.” You can feel his gaze. “You’re helping, thanks for this.”
He calls your name, told in a low tone, each letter held together with an emotion that you can only wish for, and when you look at him, you can only stay quiet, and stare at him. His mouth parts, and the tip of his tongue peeks to wet his lips. You’re grateful for the jacket for hiding your goosebump pricked arms. Someone knocks on the window. It startles the both of you.
It’s the waiter, holding your tray of food. You pull out your wallet, but Johnathan has you beat. He lowers the window and hands over his card, and there’s an exchange between the two as you're handed the drinks and the bags that contain your orders. Words of gratitude are shared, and when the window is raised back into place, you wait as he searches through the bags handing you your own.
“I could have paid,” you tell him, pulling out your meal. “You’re the one who’s wasting gas on me.”
He shakes his head. “I offered. Nothing here is being wasted on you.”
“If you say so.” Your straw punctures through the hole of the lid, and when drops of your drink puddle upwards, you slurp, bringing your lips close to the lid, and taking in the sweet nectar. Once the two of you have settled, and once you’re sure the atmosphere of what was before is gone, you break the quiet eating. “How was work?”
“Do you want to know what I was doing before I picked you up?”
“You mean when you lied?”
He smiles and eats a fry. “Do you want to know?” Taking a sip of your own drink, you nod. “I was working on an experiment with a few other scientists. I had to step into another room to take your call.”
“Was it important?”
“Very much so.”
“I’m sorry.”
“The other scientists are more than qualified to take the lead for the night. Any mistakes that might have been made can easily be fixed in the morning. And I doubt there are any mistakes to be made in the project.”
“Why’s that?”
He gives you a look. “It’s part of the reason why you’re so interested in Alchemax.”
He shrugs. “It was a late night. Those are beginning to be more common. Being one of the lead scientists isn’t easy, but to see my theories and work pay off is gratifying.” he looks at you. “Are you going to ask what it is that I'm working on?”
You take a sip of your drink. “If you want to tell me. I doubt I’d be able to keep up.”
“You said you read my papers on blackholes before?” nodding, he looks down on his own food. “It's something similar to that.” He twists a piece of hair around his index.”Off the record?”
You blink owlishly at him, and the words hit you, and the context hits you even harder. “Off the record,” you confirm, waving your hand to let him continue.
“So the bases of black holes and what I’m- or rather Fisk is interested in, is connected. There’s already been articles written about how if a hole is large enough-” you smile at the phrase- “and is rotating quickly enough, then it could possibly provide a way into the hole for explorers. Of course,” you can hear the excitement in his voice, and you can only hope that he puts things into layman’s terms for you, “all of this is theoretical.” He waves his hand in the air. “You’ve heard of string theory, correct?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. “So, how reality is made up of imperceptible vibrating strings, those strings twist and fold- like rubber bands, ya know? So the theory-” You can only catch words that you’ve heard before quantum something, the last part of the word going by too fast for you to catch onto. Colliders and energy, something that has to be perfected and harnessed, excitement shining with the words, that for a moment, you see him, beaming and whole.
“I’m gonna be completely honest, Dr. Ohnn-”
“I told you to call me Johnathan,” he interjects.
“I know, I know. But after that I just- Dr. Ohnn gives you credit, you know. I just- It was so complex and I got some parts of it, and stuff. I knew you were smart- I mean, you have to be- but fuck. You’re fucking brillant,” you gasp out. You note that your drink has watered down when you take a sip. “Like incredibly so.”
He coughs weakly, and rubs his hand over his mouth, scratching where his fingers reach. He shakes his head. “It’s-” it comes out higher pitched than expected, and he clears his throat- “It’s nothing, really. It’s what I’ve studied and worked on. I-” he lets out a shaky breath- “Really, it’s nothing.”
“It's totally something,” you counter, leaning closer towards him. “Like yeah, you’re probably around other really smart people, but to people like me, that’s incredible. It sounds impossible. And you talk about it like it’s possible. I mean, come on, everyone loves the thought of alternate universes, but to try to connect-”
“If it’s all the same with you-” he turns towards you, eyes shifting unable to keep his focus on you, and under the fluorescent lights, you can see that he has freckles- “I hadn’t meant to go on a tangent.” He clears his throat. “I try to keep my work life and-” he looks at you- “and my um, my personal life separate.” Your disappointment is noticeable. “I really am glad that you found it interesting. Please don’t take offense to it.”
You’re unsure how to feel. On one hand, you want to keep praising him, to talk more about his work and you feel disheartened to have the conversation shut down. However, on the other hand, he considers you part of his personal life. You hope. No, you’re sure of it. You’re going to be sure of it. Though the meaning of what his personal life is, isn’t known, you’ll take it as a good thing.
“Fair enough,” you lift your shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. “I don’t think I could have kept up with you.”
“I’m sure that you could have. I just-” his hand fiddles with the chest pocket on his lab coat- “you know.”
“You want to keep your work life and personal life separate,” you finish. Johnathan nods sheepishly. Your eyes find themselves at his chest. There’s three blank inky dots, one large, and the other two significantly smaller. The edges of the circle spread like thin tendrils. “How’d you get such a stain on your lab coat?” You point at your own chest where the stains would be.
“Hm?” He looks down, and stretches the fabric. Frowning at the stain, he drags a finger down. “A pen might have popped. I-” he falters- “Yeah, a pen.”
“Huh, okay.” You frown. “Are you comfortable wearing the coat? You can take it off, you know?”
He shakes his head. “Honestly, it’s like a second skin at this point.” He looks at you. “You could have taken yours off.”
“Second skin, I guess,” you say, mimicking his words. He rolls his eyes at the response, and you snort a laugh. The air conditioner is giving you chills despite your jacket. “I have an article due in two days.” Your nails bite into the styrofoam cup and the color of his eyes linger on the lid of your drink. “I’m thinking about writing about Spider-man.” He’s silent. “He always does well. He’s always swinging around and I have a few pictures saved on my SD card- for rainy days, you know.”
“You like Spider-man?” He asks, and you look out the windshield, seeing moths dance under the fluorescent lights.
“Who doesn’t,” you shrug. “He saves people and walks kids to their homes. He likes to visit neighborhood bodegas and he thanks people who help him. I’m sure writing an article about that would do great.”
“You think so?”
“You’d be surprised at how many people want to take a picture with the guy.” You pull at the straw, the squeaking sound making you grit your teeth. “I don’t blame them.”
He’s silent. “Are you ready to go home?”
You look at him, and nod. “Yeah, I think it’s late enough.” And with the words, you let out a yawn, hiding it behind the palm of your hand. “Thanks for this Johnathan. You didn’t have to pick me up and much less take me out, but you did, so thanks,” you end the statement weakly, still holding onto your drink.
“Anytime,” he responds. “I’m glad that I was able to help.”
You can’t handle the silence- especially if you still have a considerable amount of time left until you arrive back home, so you clear your throat and turn to face him. “You know, before we started to hang out, I thought you were really mean.”
“You did?” He actually sounds shocked, and that has you smiling.
“Mhm,” you hum with a grin. “You know, the type to slam doors in someone’s face and all.”
His mouth parts, and his own grin starts to form, sharp and knowing. “I only did that once.” He lifts his index finger for clarification. “And it was completely accidental.”
“Yeah, sure,” you say with a roll of your eyes.
“I was holding a stack of files, I couldn’t-” he tries to defend himself, and he feigns offense. “How did you even get into the building at that time?” He gives you a quick look and returns his gaze back to the road.
“Turns out confidence is key. If you walk in like you belong there, people are less likely to stop you,” you say truthfully.
“That’s trespassing,” he adds.
“What are you- a cop?” You give him a look and when he catches your eye, you stick your tongue out at him.
He narrows his eyes at you. “If I had known this before, I could have gotten you arrested.”
“Seriously?”
He nods. “Seriously. Might have even slammed another door in your face.” He bares his teeth in a grin, and it reaches his eyes, pushing upwards, making them squint.
You laugh, shaking your head. “You see, I knew you were mean.”
“Only to you.” Your mouth drops at his words, and you can’t hide the giddiness that makes your legs bounce. “I’m actually quite pleasant to be around with.”
You scoff a laugh, unable to hide your grin. “I can hardly believe that.”
“Wasn’t it you who thanked me for all of this?” He tries to counter.
“And clearly I was misguided in doing so,” you say with a hand over your heart, feigning hurt.
“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”
“Ha, so we’re enemies now?” You stick your tongue out at the words. “The mad scientist versus the dashing reporter.”
“Other way around,” he says quickly. “I’m quite handsome by scientist standards.”
You look at him, and turning around, you smile. It’s softer than what it was moments ago, teasing and quips had sharpened it, and now fondness has sanded it down, and made you gentle with your tones.. “Yeah, of course you are.” The words come out warmer than expected, and before he can comment on it, and before the silence can wrap itself around the two of you, you start. “Still, I think I should take the compliment. I’m already having such a low night. A bad date and now being declared an enemy? Truly, this night cannot get any worse.”
“I’m sure it can,” he says with sickly sweet positivity that makes you roll your eyes.
“You’re just a ray of sunlight, aren’t you?”
“Like I said, I’m quite pleasant to be around with.” You hum at his words. “Which is why I should take the dashing part of the adjectives.”
“And what adjective would mine be? We both can’t be dashing.”
He’s smiling. “There are a few I can think of.”
“Like?” You lean towards him, and your heart thumps against your bones and flesh, and blood rushes through your body, burning the back of your neck and sending fire to burn at your face.
“Annoying.” Even with the lack of compliment that you wish to have gotten, hearing him play and fight with you, still makes you grow fond of him.
You gasp and smack his bicep. “Awful! You are completely awful!” He laughs. “And here I am allowing you to take the dashing adjective.”
“Kidding, kidding!” He says through a fit of laughter that rings through the car.
“Next time, I’ll just walk home.”
“You can get out right now.” You give him a look and he nods his head out the window. You’ve arrived. “You’re welcome for the ride.” He’s grinning at you, teeth bared and glee evident.
“I would’ve said thank you if not for the insult.” You click off your seatbelt. “But, I suppose you do deserve a thanks. So-” you turn to him- “thank you, Johnathan the dashing scientist.”
Your door is on the handle, and his smile slowly falls. He turns off the car, and you furrow your brows. “Give me a second.” He steps out of the car and goes around, your door opens and you smile. You don’t think anyone has ever opened the door for you. You’ve forever held the doors open for others, but no one has given you the same kindness in return.
He helps you out of the car, and he walks you to the steps of your home.
“I’d invite you up, but I have a mess. And an article to write.”
He shakes his head. “I understand.” He stares at you, and looks at your door. It’s like he’s bracing himself for something with the way that he sucks in a heavy breath. “How long do you think it’ll take you to write the article?”
You shrug. “Not that long. I could probably also do a Top Ten of something.” You wave your hand in the air, your brain too fried to think about anything else. “Something easy wouldn’t take too long.” You look at him, and raise your brows. “Why? What’s up?”
“I was thinking that we could get dinner. Together. If you want to, of course.”
Your eyes widen, and a cold gust of wind jolts you back to reality. “Together?” He nods and your mouth has gone dry. “Oh- Um, yeah. Yeah, dinner sounds good. Um-” you scratch at your neck- “at the diner? The one that we went to the other day?”
“No. I was thinking that we could go to the one that was near where I picked you up? It uh- It has flowers on the walls-” his index squiggles down the air- “the colorful ones.”
“The one on eighth avenue, right?” He nods. “That’s quite a choice, Johnathan.” You scoff a smile. “I uh- I’ve never been and I haven’t heard much about it, but um- you know-” you shift in your place- “I’m not really sure how pricey it is and I kinda gotta make rent this month, ya know.”
“You don’t have to worry about paying.” All oxygen escapes your lungs, and you’ve forgotten how to breathe. “I’m inviting you. I’ll be paying.”
You look him up and down. “You sure?”
“Of course.”
“Oh! Oh, okay. Yeah, okay. I’ll go. I’d love to.”
He smiles. “Good. I’m glad.” He stands in front of you and looks to the street, and looks back towards you. His hand lifts and brushes against the side of your face. Your stomach flips, and your heart skips. “I- I’ll make sure to tell you the details.” You might have imagined it, but you’re sure that he takes the slightest step towards you. You stand there, waiting until his hand pats at your shoulder. “Good night,” he says your name quietly, heavy with emotion, and you can only nod.
Once he’s at the bottom of the steps, do you find your voice. “Good night Johnathan!” He turns and you wave at him. He returns the gesture.
#jonathan ohnn x reader#johnathon ohnn#jonathan ohnn#johnathan ohnn#jonathan ohnn headcanons#johnathan ohnn x reader#the spot#the spot atsv#the spot x reader#the spot spiderverse#the spot headcanons#i failed chemistry all right#i cn't look up science shit and like try to give myself a crash course#oh my gosh#i porbably couldve just youtubed it#nah#too late#we're past that#anyways!!#i think this series had a few people ask for a tag list??#i can't remember#i just wanted to put this out#if well received there's a date in the next chapter!!#did yall know that the thought of being seen and perceived by anyone other than yourself is mortifying??#like wow#ick-tastic#amirite or amirtie
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So I finally finished watching Healer and I can't believe I slept on it! Because it's actually so good?!! Like WHA!!!!! 😭😍😭
But then again, you can't blame me, considering it was aired in year 2015 👀 and I only started watching k-dramas from last year. So there's that too 🌝
I guess I kinda owe thanks to 'Marry my husband' and 'Welcome to Samdal-ri'. Because when I was looking up for new content to watch I saw Min young and Ji-chang names in the cast and was like 'Hey! I know them! I have seen their dramas recently!' So thank you MMH and WTS 🥹💛
As for Healer, yup you are right; I am going to watch it again 🙈 still not over the feels it give me in each and every episode, ranging from happiness to angst to fluffiness 😍🤩
I won't be lying but I was a bit disappointed with the way they ended the last episode. Too much stuff crammed in it and still some questions were left unanswered.
But oh well, such is life 🥲 you don't get everything ( I would have like them to see them get married)
There's now one more thing to do *cracking my wrists*; time to write fanfics of my new otp 🙈✊
#Healer#K-drama#ji chang wook#park min young#Seo jung-hoo#Chae young shin#The last drama to make me feel a range of emotions was crash course in romance#So yeah it is a big deal...at least for me 🙈#Also like is it too much to ask for Min young and Ji-chang to starr together in a drama as a couple?!#Like their chemistry was on fire 🔥!!!#Literally!!!#Manifesting it somehow for it to happen 🙈#Seo jung-hoo x Chae young shin#Otp: I think I just met my wife#marry my husband#welcome to samdalri
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I think what I find so different about the romance in ccir is that it's subtle, a build up. It really has been a progression through different stages of relationship and I love it so much
And I think it is very much thanks to having the leads be older, not playing into any chemistry immediately
#crash course in romance#i love all relationships#but i feel the majority of kdramas have a kind of BAM moment where there's something obvious#and the actors are already playing to that chemistry#which i enjoy too but it's so fast sometimes#and makes for the overwhelming type of love#instead of that soft familiar love i feel here#maybe i'm crazy though idk
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THE CHEMISTRY IS CHEMISTRYING🔥
#i love my parents#crash course in romance#kdrama#dorama#quotes#jung kyung ho#jeon do yeon#insane chemistry#netflix
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why am I getting massive screwball energy from hyo-won as chi-yeol's new assistant? why is this suddenly so fun
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pray for me im trying to explain to my parents that the “clean” image of natural gas is lobbyist bullshit. im at the point of texting them chemical reactions. help.
#giving them a crash course in combustion reactions#please trust ur child who studied chemistry and has been doing environmental activism for years and not companies please
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I need an episode 17 from ccir where it’s just a full day of Haengseon and Chiyeol on a date holiday
#I need compensation from this murder plot#I know it was already there from day 1#However#the chemistry between Jung Kyungho and Jeon Doyeon was off the charts#That the romance became really important to me#And now I cant care enough about the murder plot#I’m sorry#crash course in romance#ccir#일타 스캔들#jung kyung ho#jeon do yeon#choi chi yeol#nam haeng seon#murder plots in kdrama#Kdrama#일캔들
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It's been ages since I last posted anything study related 🙈
But I can assure you that I've been working hard trying to catch up with exams before the semester starts 💪
I'm so grateful I passed Spectroscopy with flying colors 🎊💖 All the practice exercise I did paid off I guess.
Currently I'm studying "Biofarmaceutics and Pharmacokinetics" A VERY HEAVY AND BRAIN CONSUMING CLASS 💀
But I'm willing to do my best for this class because not only I want to pass but hopefully the concepts will be useful in the future 📚
Anyways I've started a new kdrama, the ml is a star math teacher and it's kinda motivating me to pull through all the mathematical equations and graphs in my toughest lectures ✨( Wish he was my prof)
#crash course in romance#kdrama quote#Study motivation#exams#notes#chemistry#Pharmacokinetics#studyblr#studying#pharmacy#ctf#Spotify
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ugh organic chemistry is the first time my brain hurts dealing with qualitative concepts 🥲😵💫 frequent breaks required. 😑
#stemblr#studyblr#chemblr#stem student#stem academia#words thrown at the wall#organic chemistry#i literally only watched 2 crash course episodes today and rewound soooo many times and my brain needs a break already
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wtf hank green has cancer..
#i hope treatment goes well for him- his crash course videos saved me in me chemistry with my useless teacher#cancer mention //
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literally so bored someone shoot me
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"Chemistry has it all: Mad scientists, world changing revelations, the practical, the impractical, medicine, bombs, food, beauty, destruction, life and death, answers to questions you never knew you had."
- Frances Edison
(Source: Hank Green, Crash Course Chemistry #1)
#the narrator weapons drawn#weapons drawn#accomplices weapons drawn#detectives weapons drawn#lord tippet weapons drawn#the narrator weapon's drawn#weapons drawn jackbox#lord tippet weapon's drawn#wrongweaponsdrawn#lord tippet#mad science#mad scientist#chemistry#hank green#crash course
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Crash Course in Romance (2023)
#hear me out#these two in a bl#i'm serious#the chemistry#crash course in romance#kdrama#dorama#netflix#quotes
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Semi-related: you don't understand how frustrating it is to bring up John Green (and/or Hank Green for that matter) around people my parents age (early 60s). I'll go into a spiel about Crash Course or vlogbrothers/early Youtube or the various charity and philanthropic work that they do but the only thing they even remotely recognize is The Fault in Our Stars.
The true Gen X/Millennial divide is where people know John Green from.
#late night ramblings#just needed to get this thought out of my head because to me crash course has been so much bigger than any of Johns books#look i like the books too but crash course got me and a ton of other people through school and university#it was probably the only reason i passed organic chemistry#and a respite from brutal science classes with world history since i didnt have time to take social studies courses#also made me believe in the power of philanthropy after being so frustrated with the capitalism and colonialism of most philanthropic work
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