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pineapplesagainstpizza · 4 months ago
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I'm gonna be in nursing school forever omg
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ae-cow · 3 months ago
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Hearts & Havoc
#1 of The University Series, Jake Sim/Sim Jaeyun
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Warning: Swearing, possible spelling errors and I think that’s all, do tell me. NOT AN ACTUAL STORY THIS IS JUST AN IDEA OF MINE. These are all works of fiction with nothing to do with the idol's actual life. I do like some feedback. If you ever feel like "Hey this is very offensive." do tell me.
Pairing: Jake x fem! Oc
Summary: Jake writes an article on Why we put titles on Women and not Men? Well… it was mostly a write-up on how beautiful Noh-Hart Chanel is.
Word Count: 1k Words
A/N: This was so fun to write. Based on an old fanfic I wrote back in 2022 and also based on a YA Novel, Not Here to Be Liked. We love feminism!
Written: 4 July 2024
University Series Masterlist Here
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Noh-Hart Chanel is a Veterinary student who as soon as she stepped foot at HYBE University was dubbed Campus Beauty. A title that man no boys of HYBE decided to use to label her.
Noh-Hart Chanel, I mean come on, naming your Children after Brands like Versace Or Yves is honestly a good move. People will say how they like Versace and others will be like "The brand or Noh-Hart Versace."
Her parents also decided to have their surnames combined for their Children. Being a Wasian, her name not only stands out but also her facial features.
Literally, all her parents' good genes went to her, beautiful almond-shaped green eyes with Cupid's bow lips that looked like Cupid made a match made in heaven which he has. Long luscious dark hair that could slap me out of my senses and a model-like height from her dad.
I do think she's very very pretty there's no denying that but why is there a freaking competition on how girls look? You don't see boys having articles on their looks just maybe baseball.
Because of this article, the whole of Hybe Uni thinks Jake Shim, likes Chanel.
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“URGH! I TALKED ABOUT WHY IS THIS A COMPETITION AND EVERYONE IGNORED IT AND JUST FOCUSED ON THE IRRELEVANT THING I WAS TALKING ABOUT,” Jake clumps his hair in frustration
"You do realize that you talk less of a quarter about the competition and more about Chanel?" Sunghoon points out as he stares at his friend
"I don't like Chanel, just think she's gorgeous, I call you gorgeous and no one thinks wrong.”
"That's because you went on to talk about her features as if you stare at her face every,” His friend said
"I have no choice I sit across her,” Jake said
Sunghoon chuckles "Your statement isn't defending you, it's more of proving other people's case that you have a fat crush on her."
He stood up abruptly "But I don't!"
"You don't have to proof it, it will go away I'm sure of it.”
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"So... you wrote a whole article on me on HYPE with us?” Chanel questioned
"First of all, I did not post that, someone did! And I don't like you Chanel, I just wanted to clarify that,” Jake said
"You sure?" She tilts her head, She knows that this small move can make a man go feral especially when they find a girl attractive
He coughs "Y-" His voice cracks "Yeah, sure of it."
"But those words were written by you right?"
He sighs, nodding
"I think you're gorgeous, there's a reason why you're dubbed Campus Beauty though I do not support that the students here decided to call you that,” He explains
"However me finding you attractive does not mean I like you, I don't even know you aside from word of mouth."
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Chanel feels frustrated by the superficial attention her looks receive rather than her academic achievements.
“I’m a veterinary student for fuck sake, I study animals, and microbiology and am even on the dean's list!”
“W-where is this even going?” Jake asked, confused
“Yet I am known for my looks, which has its perks like how a hallway full of students would see me and instantly move out of the way for me, or how I'd get free food,” Chanel continues
“Again where is this going??” He repeated himself
“I want to bring down the patriarchy!” Chanel suddenly stood up, gaining attention from others around
“If I'm campus beauty then who is campus handsome? If some girl gets called a slut then what about the guy? He’ll get complimented for getting it.”
“And I do too much, I'm asking for it and if you did too much people will try to give an excuse and I'm done with it!”
“Alright then!” Jake too stands up, extending his hand, for her to shake “LET'S BRING THE PATRIARCHY DOWN!”
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Chanel and Jake were teaming up to host a campaign, it's a collaboration between both their clubs, The feminism group and HYBE with Us.
They are now in charge of painting the banner. Jake takes a chance as he sees Chanel concentrating on writing the words “BRING THIS HYBE HOUSE DOWN.”
“Jake what the fuck!” Chanel looks at Jake, angered
“What?” He pretends to be clueless
“You just put paint on my face, I look like a clown” Chanel said
“It's fine,” He said, continuing with his side
“Oh yeah I'm sure, my pretty face looks fine to you,” Chanel said
“Hey remember I wasn't the one who posted that,” Jake said “But I remember you were the one you typed that!”
“You!-“ and a peck appears on his cheek
Chanel laughs hard “That look on your face! You were about to kill me and then-“ Chanel stopped when she noticed how close he’d gotten, he was wiping her nose with a tissue
“And then what??” He looks into her eyes
“I- nothing, nothing,” She grabs the tissue, trying to ignore the blush plastered on his cheek
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“People are going to talk, I, Chanel made out with Jake Sim, a guy, you won't get the same treatment, I'll get looks, disgusted looks while you will get proud looks as if you achieved something.”
Hello everyone, you might know me for that article I posted about Chanel the campus beauty, but her appeal goes beyond just her looks. She’s an advocate for gender equality and is involved in various feminist causes. She’s deeply passionate about bringing down patriarchal structures both within and outside the university. Chanel leads a campus organization focused on women’s rights and social justice, using her popularity and influence to drive change.
I've gravitated towards her compassion and would like to use this platform to show everyone that HYBE with Us and the feminist group will be teaming up to organize a campus-wide campaign aimed at raising awareness about gender inequality and promoting policy changes within the university.
Some of you might also be reading this after finding out what had happened between the two of us. But there's a reason why my typing this out. If Chanel gets called a slut and what does that make me? A slut too. I’ve gotten praise whereas Chanel got slut shamed. This is the point of why the word feminism was created. It is about gender equality.
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dorefasolsido · 1 year ago
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32.
Section 1 – Who were you?
Think back as far as you can. What is the first memory you have?
My first memory is from the time I injured my leg when it got stuck in the bicycle wheel. I was super super young, so I don't remember anything too clearly, only like a still image of a hospital corridor, no details or anything, just a flash of light at the end and some doors.
What is something you remember enjoying very much as a small child?
Making up my own stories or changing existing ones into my own version. I guess I was a fanfiction writer before I knew what that was lol.
How old were you, when you made your very first friend?
My mum and dad's friends had two daughters who were around my age, so we basically knew each other since birth and were always friends. We lost touch, sadly, but I'm happy to run into them.
Are you still friends with this person today?
Whoops, already answered that.
Was there a story somebody read or told you that has stuck with you?
Yeah, my grandpa liked to tell me stories about his fake adventures with his village gang lol. There was one about a giant tree and a bird that lived on top, and his gang had to climb all the way to its nest to retrieve something. Or the one about an island of children-eating cannibals that my grandpa and his gang had to fight off during summer holidays. I loved those stories.
What is something you get an immense feeling of nostalgia from?
Usually music I listened to a decade or so ago. Like, songs I haven't heard in a long long time.
As a child, were you a sore loser or a sore winner?
I wasn't either, I think. I liked winning, but I don't think I rubbed it into people's faces or cried about losing.
Did you go through the "naked phase"?
Lol I don't think so. At least my parents never told me.
Which television shows do you watch the most as a child?
Charmed, Pokemon, Dragon Ball, Yu-Gi-Oh, Spongebob, Rugrats, etc. 
Did you play with siblings, neighbourhood kids or by yourself?
I played mostly by myself or with my sister, but we also had a few kids in the neighbourhood we were friends with.
Is there something you really miss from your childhood today?
I miss plenty of things from my childhood. But if I have to pick something specific, coloured pancakes or cutting out paper snowflakes for Christmas with mum.
Section 2 – Likes and interests
Would you ever like to try competitive pinball playing?
I didn't even know that was a thing. I mean, if I got time to practice, I guess lol
Do you knit, crochet or cross stitch?
Nope.
Have you ever, or would you like to attend a gaming or comic convention?
Oh for sure. I regret not going to comic conventions (manga-oriented) here, especially since they stopped organizing them after COVID.
What's your opinion on online multiplayer games?
Looks fun, but I'm more of a solo gamer myself.
Do you like to go cycling? If so, where?
I don't often, usually only when I'm in my hometown over the summer.
Have you ever tried woodturning? If not, would you like to?
I had to look it up, looks neat! But I'd have no talent for that.
Do you enjoy drawing? If so, what do you usually draw?
I actually do, but I suck at it. Still, I find it relaxing, so I like to doodle once in a while. Usually like, chibi anime characters -- that's the whole extent of my abilities lol.
Have you ever attended a painting class? If so, what did you create?
I haven't. I hated art in school, so I never really considered going, but maybe it would actually be kinda cool to try in a no-pressure environment.
How about a creative writing course? If so, did you get any feedback?
I considered it at uni since I love creating writing, but no. I would be able to submit my writing, but if we had to read it out loud or anything like that, I'd literally just drop dead.
What is your favourite form of exercise?
Cardio. I like jogging, swimming, that kind of stuff. Don't do it nearly as often as I should though.
Section 3 – People
Who is the most important person in your life (besides yourself)?
Probably my sister and my best friend.
Do people generally approach you easily?
Not really. I mean, in my mind, I'm approachable and friendly, but that might not be the impression I give off.
Do you get along with people well? If not, what's the problem?
I get along well enough, I just struggle to establish a deep connection. And well, I'm the problem there.
Do you enjoy being in crowds or do you prefer your own company?
I prefer my own company, but I sometimes enjoy crowds too. Depends on the mood.
Which one of your friends have you known the longest?
I think Millie from middle school.
Do you find it easy to make friends now? If not, what makes it difficult?
Lol no. I never ever found it easy, but I think it's even harder in adulthood. Like, I'd have an easier time talking to people now than I did in the past, but everyone kind of has their own thing going on and it's rare to find someone who wants and has time for new friends.
What is something about people that annoys you?
How selfish almost everyone is, including myself. I genuinely believe a lot of people don't even do it on purpose, but yeah.
What is something about people that you really like?
I like that they can be very creative. I mean, look how much we've made and make every single day. That's so cool.
If you live alone, what would be your criteria for a roommate?
I don't, but if I had to find a roommate, I guess I'd look for someone easy to compromise with and who's ready to give me my space sometimes. Someone responsible, I guess.
How about criteria for a spouse, if you're single?
I don't want a spouse so I don't have criteria for one. But generally speaking, I think it's important to have someone reliable and comfortable by your side if you're talking about long-term. And someone you vibe with.
In general, what's your attitude towards people?
Oh I don't know, I'm conflicted.
Section 4 – Habits
What is something you do every day without fail?
Lately work, lol. Hopefully that will change soon.
What is your typical breakfast?
I don't typically eat breakfast.
Which article of clothing do you like to wear the most?
Hoodies and my sister's black cargo pants when I steal them from her lol. I wanted to buy ones just like that, but I haven't been able to find the exact kind...
Is there a TV show you watch habitually?
Not really.
Where do you usually spend most of your day?
Hmm, probably on the floor of my living room.
Is there a product that you do not want to run out of?
I don't know, I can buy most things I run out of.
What is your preferred mode of transport?
Train, but we don't really use them here. They're so cool though.
Do you usually have something playing in the background when you're home?
When I'm alone, no. My sister always has the TV on, and I used to be like that too when I first moved out. But now I actually enjoy just sitting in silence.
Where do you usually get your groceries?
Local Maxi.
How often do you go to your local park?
Hmm, not too often. I jog there sometimes, but if I'm going for a walk, I usually switch to some different area of the city.
Which of your hobbies do you indulge in most often?
Doing surveys lately.
Section 5 – Favourites and dislikes
What is your favourite fruit?
Maybe apples.
How about your favourite berry?
Not too big on berries, but I guess strawberry. Dipped in sugar or melted chocolate.
Which food do you highly dislike?
Tomatoes. I have an actual beef with them.
What is your favourite song, and why?
H. by Tool is an all-time favourite, and I don't know why, I think it just hits something within me that I'm not able to express, but the song does.
Then there's also many songs from BTS discography, in particular Blood Sweat & Tears.
What is a movie you cannot stand?
I don't really like stuff like the After series, 365 Days and similar. It's fun to watch YouTube commentaries on them, but I would hate to actually waste my time on them.
Which trait in a person do you find most appealing?
Passion, warmth, sense of humour.
Which trait puts you instantly off?
When someone makes their whole personality about how much they drink, party, and take drugs. Like, okay, congrats, but tell me something actually interesting??
Who is an actor/actress who you dislike so much you can't watch them?
I don't think I have such an actor. At least no one that comes to mind.
What colour are your favourite shoes?
Black.
What is a smell that disgusts you to no end?
Vomit, well disgust might be the wrong word, but it triggers me, like anything related to it.
Which door handle/door knob do you like the most in your home?
Now you're asking the real questions lol. I guess my front door doorknob is pretty neat.
Section 6 – Culture
What is something very typical to the culture of your home country?
Eating way way too much meat, drinking way too much alcohol, spending the money we don't have on lavish celebrations and summer holidays in Greece, and of course, beef with all of our neighbours.
Do you enjoy art? If so, which form of art is the most enjoyable?
I do, I love abstract art personally. The less I understand the better, it allows me to make my own interpretations.
What is something about another country's culture you don't understand?
Well, there are some weird-ass traditions in other countries, but that's the case everywhere. Here we used to have a really weird tradition too, where a woman whose fiance died before marriage still had to marry him after his death. So like, guess I can't judge.
Do you ever attend the theater? If so, which play did you see last?
I do, but it's been a while. So I'm not totally sure what I've seen last.
How about the opera or the ballet?
I have seen some ballets and I'd like to see an opera in the future.
Which dance troupe do you enjoy, if any?
I don't know, I don't follow any in particular.
Do you attend concerts or gigs? If so, which band did you see last?
I love concerts and gigs and attend one cover band's gig pretty regularly. As for an actual band, I'm not entirely sure what I've seen last, but I'll see Rammstein in May!
Are you interested in foreign food?
Definitely.
If so, which country's cuisine do you enjoy the most?
Italian, Japanese, and Korean.
Do you enjoy stand-up comedy? If so, who is your favourite comic?
I'm not too big of a fan of stand-up. I tried to get into it, but idk, even when it's funny I don't really feel the need to see more.
Do you contribute to culture in some way? If so, how?
Probably not.
Section 7 – Charity
Do you volunteer your time to anything charitable? If so, what?
Not time unfortunately, but I donate once in a while.
Do you donate money to any charities? If so, which ones?
Yes, here and there, when I stumble upon something I believe deserves support. And when I have enough money to spare.
If you have pets, are any of them rescues from shelters?
My cat isn't a rescue, we adopted him from my sister's friend.
Do you donate your old clothes, linen etc. to charitable organizations?
I haven't yet, but I think my mum does that for us.
If someone you know is in need, is it in your nature to offer help?
I mean, maybe it's not my first instinct, but yeah, I would help.
Have you ever donated Christmas presents to children of poor families?
I don't think so.
Have you ever had to rely on other people's charity?
No.
How do you feel about donating to charities endorsed by celebrities?
Well why not if it's a legit charity.
Is there a charity you absolutely never ever will not trust?
I'm honestly not sure.
Have you ever donated to a cause that had a person going door to door?
I don't think I've seen that in a long long time, and when I did last, I was a kid with no money to donate.
In general, what is your opinion on charity?
Well, I support it. You just gotta be careful who you donate to.
Section 8 – Entertainment
Which was the very first video game you remember playing?
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.
Which was the very first film you remember watching?
Hmmmm, I'm not actually sure at all.
What is your go-to form of entertainment?
Netflix, Youtube, Tumblr, Instagram sometimes.
Do you have a large collection of DVDs/Blu-Rays?
We still have some at home, but we don't use them anymore.
How about music albums?
I have a few albums because, even though I listen to music on Spotify, it feels nice to have a physical copy and support the artist you like.
Do you prefer to have your music on vinyls, tapes, CDs or digital?
Definitely digital now.
When and where do you like to entertain yourself usually?
Well sometimes at home, sometimes outside... Idk.
Do you ever binge watch shows? If so, what are you binging now?
I can only binge when I'm watching something with someone else, like with my sister. We aren't binging anything now, just finished The House of Usher.
What kinds of books do you like to read, if any?
All kinds, but mostly horror, psychological horror and thriller, postmodernist stuff, dystopian books...
Is there a book series you're currently collecting?
Hmm, I don't think so.
Is entertainment something you prefer to enjoy alone or with someone else?
Depends, I obviously read on my own, but as for watching TV shows, I really struggle to do it by myself.
Section 9 – Internet
Do you always have access to the Internet, wherever you go? If not, why?
Pretty much, except when I'm travelling abroad. But even then sometimes I buy data plans.
Which website do you frequent the most?
Tumblr lately.
Which search engine do you prefer and trust the most?
I use only Google.
What do you use the Internet the most for?
Lately work, but also for entertainment, communication...
Do you judge people who have their phones out all the time? If so, why?
I don't, I'm one of those people. The only thing I judge is when I'm sitting with a friend and they're just on their phone the whole time, completely disinterested in the conversation. That's one thing I don't do, although I did in the past, long time ago.
If your connection goes down, what do you do?
Depends. If I'm in the middle of something important, then obviously get annoyed. But if not, then well, I don't care.
Is there something you wish you could do online that isn't possible yet?
Hmm, not sure.
Do you remember the first time you used the Internet? When was it?
I don't remember exactly, but sometime in mid 2000s.
What was a website you used to frequent that doesn't exist anymore?
I loved 9gag. It probably still exists, but I don't think it's nearly as big of a deal as it was when I used it.
Do/Did you ever have your own website?
I actually made one before, but I abandoned it.
Isn't it great how much knowledge and info we have at our fingertips?
It is pretty amazing. And wild to think about.
Section 10 – And finally...
What is something you consider to be highly controversial?
Idk, many topics related to political and social issues.
What kinds of jokes do you like the best?
Dad jokes, the stupider the better.
Is there a person who makes you laugh effortlessly?
Hmm yeah, my sister.
What's something random, out of context you remember from your past?
Once a pair of Ukrainians scammed me out of 40 euros using an owl in Rome. I won't explain anything further.
Do you wear shoes indoors?
Of course not.
What's the silliest thing you've worn on your body in public?
I don't think I've ever worn anything particularly silly.
What is the most distant point on the planet that you've been from home?
Hmm, probably Portugal.
Do you enjoy trivia games? If so, which one's your favourite?
Sure, but I don't really have a favourite.
Are you more logical or emotional?
Generally I use logic to guide me, but idk, I think emotions always play a huge role whether we notice it or not.
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themaribatpit · 3 years ago
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Jasonette July Day 12: Dare
Written by: The Maribat Pit  @jasonette-july-event Prompt: Dare Rated: T (Drink responsibly my friends) A/N: Maribat fangirl went to Uni in the UK. Most people thought they could outdrink the Americans, and that American beer tasted horrible.  DC fanboy isn’t much of a drinker. Also we planned this earlier, but I saw this blog post from @ritacrow-blogrequesting something similar a few days ago, so here you go.  I don’t know if you’re a fan of the in vino veritas/drunken confession trope, so feel free to skip it if you aren’t.
“So, why are we doing this again?” Tim asked hesitantly, as they gathered in the Wayne Manor lounge. “Because Pixie Pop here issued a challenge, and I don’t plan on letting her win”, Jason explained with a smirk. “All she said was ‘American drinking laws are bullshit’, and it’s not like you don’t know the name of every single bar in Gotham that doesn’t card.” Tim retorted.  “She also said American beer tastes gross, so I don’t know why you brought Budweiser of all things”.
“She dared us to try and drink her under the table, and I’m sure as hell not backing down.” Jason hissed, and Tim decided that it was pointless trying to argue.  The whole reason Tim and Steph were even involved was because they had just turned 18, which meant they were allowed to take part in this little drinking competition.  Alfred was in the corner of the room keeping score, someone had to, considering the night they were about to have.
After they all gathered in the lounge, it was time for the challenge to begin.  Barbara quietly sipped her glass of wine, curling into Dick’s side as she watched the movie playing on the TV.  Jason and Dick had downed a bottle of beer each, waiting for Marinette to finish her first glass of wine.  Marinette rested her back against Jason’s arm as she watched the movie play out, the night had just begun and she wasn’t about to let them win.  She wouldn’t be able to look any non-American person in the eye if they knew she got out drunk by them. Marinette took in the soft glow of the lounge, alternating between leaning on the sofa or Jason’s leather-clad shoulder.  It almost reminded her of her home city at night. She looked around at the people she had come to know, fairly certain she had the dopiest smile on her face at that moment.  
She had arrived in Gotham City not long ago, and she was surprised to find that some of them welcomed her with open arms.  Not all of them, obviously, some were a bit more welcoming than others.  Bruce didn’t really trust her as a magic user, and Damian usually kept to himself.  Preferring to be alone with his pets, Titus and Alfred (the cat). The others assured her not to take it too personally, that they are like that with everyone.  With Jason, it was hard to tell what he thought about her.  Dick was like an older brother to everyone, and in some ways reminded Marinette of Chat Noir, alot.  While Barbara, Steph and Cass were like the sisters Marinette didn’t have.  Tim was at least somewhat curious about her powers and how they worked, hard as he tried to fight it in the beginning.
With Jason, it was much harder to tell at times.  He wasn’t quite as closed off as Damian, though sometimes she found him in the Wayne Manor library reading by the window.  They had each other’s backs in a fight, and the fact that she was much smaller compared to him earned her the nickname “Pixie Pop”.   They worked well together on missions, and there was plenty of friendly banter between them.  There was almost a veneer of sarcasm and bravado.  
The only time it showed any sign of falling was when his pit madness took over.  Even then she was more focused on asking Plagg and Tikki for help, seeing as it was their magic causing this.  There was no fixing it, but they had managed to help get it under control.  Marinette was almost frustrated when he woke up to find her waiting at his bedside, after working around the clock to keep the madness at bay.  The sounds of him screaming and thrashing around were still ringing in her ear, and the most that he could muster was “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you there, Pixie.” he drawled.  
“Pixie, you there?” Jason gently poked her on the shoulder and she realised that she had been staring into her wine glass for a moment.  She took a large gulp before setting the glass down on the table, the night had just begun.  
As the night went on, Tim was not impressed with how beer tasted. “People actually drink this stuff for fun?” he muttered. He was starting to think Marinette might have a point about how American beer tasted. Sadly the old adage of “liquor before beer, you’re in the clear” meant that it was too late to try Steph’s approach.  Steph was nursing a Jack Daniels and coke as she watched the film, letting that light of the TV screen dance in front of them.
Later into the night, Tim was getting tipsy at that point. Considering this was his first time drinking, Marinette gave him a smile that said “you get points for trying”.  If Steph wasn’t drunk now, she was going to be feeling the effects very soon.  She mostly drank spirits chased down with soda and juice.  Barbara had already left after a couple of glasses of wine, deciding to leave the rest of them to this game.  Jason and Dick had beer bottles lined up in front of them, almost as if they were competing with each other first. Marinette continued to leisurely sipped her wine, knowing that she was their final boss at that moment.
In the end, only Marinette and Jason were left in the lounge.  Steph left had already left, and Tim followed not long after,  Alfred helped get Dick into bed after he nearly passed out on the coffee table.  “It’s you and me, Poxie Pip” Jason slurred, Alfred occasionally came in to check on them.  
Marinette, who at this point was slightly tipsy, leaned in close and whispered in his ear “What’s the matter? Afraid you’ll lose?”
“There’s worse ways to go, Pixie, trust me.” he laughed, Marinette gave him a very sad smile.  He finished the last of his beer bottle before laying down on the sofa, resting his head on Marinette’s lap. Marinette was certain she could feel her face heating up, she could hear her heart pounding in her chest as she looked down at him.  
“Are you sure my teeny tiny legs can support your big head?” she joked. Great, now she was doing it too. she looked away in hopes that he couldn’t see the blush on her face.  She didn’t get Asian glow, but now she was really hoping she had that as an excuse.    
“I’ve seen you lift goons twice your size and throw them across rooms,” he laughed “besides, this feels kinda nice.” he mumbled.
“Yeah but that was me as Ladybug, it’s also what keeps me from tripping over air and landing on my face.” she explained.  She didn’t think her heart would be able to handle looking down to see one of the few times she saw him completely at peace.  She was used to people who preferred her as her alter ego anyhow.
“I guess you win this round,” he slurred, Marinette still hadn’t moved his head from her lap.  If anything, her free hand was working its way through his dark locks of hair.  He smiled, letting himself be lulled to sleep by the simple yet kind gesture.  “Serves me right,” he yawned, “getting drunk with a fairy princess.”
Marinette turned her attention back to the last of her wine, “there he goes again, making silly jokes like that.” she thought.  “Especially with one as pretty as you,” he laughed. Marinette was about to get up at that moment, now he was just being ridiculous.  “I like you...” were the last words he said before letting sleep take him.  
It was everything Marinette could do not to drop her wine class on the floor in shock.  Marinette thought she heard wrong.  She shook her head, what did it matter? I mean, she had called her friends pretty loads of times before, it’s not like he said he loved her or anything.  These were things that you said to friends all the time, right? At that moment, there was a knock on the door, Alfred came in and saw Jason asleep in Marinette’s lap.  “I was just about to leave could you maybe help Jason get back to his room? That would be great thanks Alfred.” she quickly spluttered before dashing out of the lounge and down the hallway in search of an empty guest room to sleep in.  
Jason tragically awoke the next morning with a hangover and a vague memory of what had happened the night before.  He thought this was probably the very reason why Bruce did not drink.  Alfred came in with a tray of chilli dogs and water, to nurse the hangover.  “Thanks Alfred,” Jason groaned, “do I even wanna know what happened last night?”
“If you must know Master Todd, you won second place in last night’s drinking competition.” He explained, Jason sighed, Marinette wasn’t going to let him live that down.  He still had to admit he was impressed with her. “Miss Dupain-Cheng seemed rather flustered after you compared the experience to  ‘getting drunk with a fairy princess’ and confessed your admiration and affection for her.”   It was all coming back to him now, and he was about to be sick.  He told her that he thought she was pretty and that he liked her. He wasn’t wrong, but it probably didn’t sound as romantic coming from someone who was probably very drunk.   He reached for the chilli dog, hoping that he would be able to keep it down.   “In vino veritas indeed, or in birro veritas in your case”, Alfred quoted.  Jason took a sip of water, still too stunned to speak.  “If you still hold such affection for Miss Dupain-Cheng, might I suggest telling her when you’ve sobered up?” he suggested, giving Jason a slight sympathetic smile.
“I’ll try, thanks Alfred” he replied as Alfred left the room, leaving him to his thoughts.  
A couple of days later, Marinette was sitting in her studio, drinking a warm mug of hot chocolate.  Jason hadn’t called her or spoken to her since the party, and she had hoped that he had just drunkenly forgotten his little drunken confession.  It wasn’t that Marinette didn’t reciprocate his feelings, it just felt like there was no point in putting stock in something he said while he was so very drunk.  It almost made Marinette laugh a little at the thought.  Her phone buzzed, it was a message from Jason:  “Hey, you busy today? I’ve got something to tell you.  Sober, this time”.  Marinette smiled, maybe this time there was truth in the foul tasting American beer.
 BONUS: The next morning in the Batcave... Tim: That tasted like actual vomit.  Dick: It's an acquired taste, Baby Bird. Tim: Which is to say you were peer pressured into liking it.
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wevegottogetaway · 4 years ago
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Thanks fo’ saving my ass tonight
I got so much going on with uni, but I couldn’t resist. If you too are queen/king of procrastinating uni work, you have my deepest support! Hope you enjoyed x
TW: none (except fool language)
Part 2    -    Part 3*
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Office parties have never been y/n’s cup of tea, the idea of enjoying yourself in the very place people usually count down the hours before they can leave, is rather ludicrous in her humble opinion. Alas as the boss’ personal assistant, she not only had to plan and organize the whole shebang but her presence was also required, supervision purposes and all that. The only solace sweetening the deal for her was that she’d be in charge of the catering too, and y/n learnt very early on that good food and greater booze could make any boring work function at least tolerable.
Now that the festivities are in full swing, conversation flowing almost as heartily as the champagne in the guests’ eager mouths, y/n thinks she did quite well. The vast open space of the office is decorated with taste, the music set at the perfect level as to not overpower the boring chitchat bouncing off its walls, and to her greatest delight, the catering company she hired has truly outdone themselves. All in all, everybody seems to be having a grand time, and y/n decides that’s reason enough to officially relieve herself of her supervisor’s duties.
As she scans over the assortment of canapés, mini-quiches, crudités and other mouth-watering ambrosias, y/n fails to notice the tall figure casually approaching her. She’s in the midst of pondering whether she should try the humous or a cream cheese and salmon toast first, mouth salivating and stomach growling in appetite, when a raspy voice interrupts her inner battle, "I see m’not the only one who’s here just fo’ the food".
Her eyes pop off the delicious hors d’oeuvres to the sight gracing them next and she doesn’t know which is the most appetizing. Because standing a few feet from her is Harry, vibrant smile and pretty dimples on show, as he leans over the verrines platter to pick the best-looking one. He’s wearing an olympic blue floral suit on top of a scandalously unbuttoned transparent shirt, a bold number that would grant anyone else looks of surprise and confusion but looked absolutely divine on his broad frame. Besides, after two years working at the office, everyone had gotten used to his unconventional fashion choices by now.
Y/n quirks an eyebrow in curiosity as she dips a cucumber stick in a bowl of humous, before quipping, "not a big fan of these things?"
Harry lets out a small chuckle in a ‘no kidding’ way, and attaches his emerald eyes to hers, "they’re kind of a drag, if m’bein’ honest."
She smiles at his admission, realizing they both share an aversion for mundanities, "I know right. Like, why party here where everyone has to be on their best behavior when we could be down at the bar without the boss gallivanting around?" she cries out in exasperation and not for the first time, Harry thinks she’s quite possibly the most endearing thing he’s ever seen. His smile widens the tiniest bit at her passionate rant, "my thoughts exactly. Do we even know what we’re supposed to celebrate?" The question makes her laugh, she wouldn’t have known either if not for her involvement in the affair, "well as the person behind this all drag," she give him a pointed look at his jeering choice of word, "it would be weird if I didn’t."
Harry’s face falls at the possibility of having offended her, but his uneasiness quickly dissipates when she starts laughing at him. "M’sorry, that came out wrong," he tells her before letting out a giggle of his own and y/n revels in the moment. The idea of interacting with him beyond the usual ‘here’s the presentation for today’s conference’ or ‘do you have the quarterly report ready’ is rather intoxicating for her already feeble nerves. "Don’t worry, I take no offense, I’m just as bored as you are," she reassures him with a smile, "the party is for a new potential investor, something about wooing them with some ‘corporate fun’. S’a load of bullshit if you ask me".
Harry nods at the explanation unimpressed, his boss’ intentions being the least of his worries. Aside from being the classic douche every manager typically insists on being, the guy has always made his distaste about him pretty clear, so Harry would rather focus on more interesting things. Like how beautiful y/n looks right now, her hair tied up in a loose bun at the top of her head, leaving a few strands to fall around her face. "You look amazing, by the way," he brings himself to say, though he thinks his compliment doesn’t even do her justice.
Y/n looks down at her own outfit then: a knee-length red dress composed of a skater skirt and a backless top that only holds with a couple pressure buttons clasped behind her neck. Her cheeks warm up to match the color of her apparel, betraying the timidity she’s always fallen victim of whenever he happened to be in her vicinity. Y/n’s never been one to shy away from her feelings or trip over her own words when facing her crushes, but there is something about Harry that teleports her right back to her sheepish 13 year-old teenage self. Also, she’s not too keen on office romances and the drama that usually ensues so she’s always made sure to stifle her blossoming attraction and keep their relation work-appropriate. Surely that must account for most of her awkwardness, doesn’t it?
Her eyes trail back to his face and her response comes in a shy euphemism, "thank you, you clean up quite nicely yourself." It’s enough to quirk Harry’s lips in a bashful smile, their  complexion evidently on edge as they tread uncharted territories. Professionalism has always regimented their interactions with kind but polite rigidness, neither of them quite inclined to cross that invisible line, but tonight seems to challenge that.
Tonight, Harry is resolute in his infatuation, no longer inhibited from social construct but driven by a quest for knowledge; anything that will help him decipher her carefully shielded crux. Tonight, he endeavors to scrape the edges of her rough diamond to expose the gem encapsulated inside, peel back the stoic layers of her exterior to find her unapologetic and intrinsic nature. Tonight, he is thirsty for secrets and confidential disclosures, and he won’t leave until he’s drained it all out of her. Unless she tells him to fuck off, obviously.
Harry keeps the conversation going as he browns the buffet for a new delicacy to snack on, "so, what would you be doing if you didn’t have to be here?" He wants to know everything, the present and the past, the good and the bad, the superficial and the substance, the messy and the orderly, but he figures he should start by what she likes to do in her own time. The things that loosen her up after a tense week at work, the things that will make her eyes shine with passion as she relates them back to his curious mind.
The question reaches her ears as she takes a sip of her drink, "mmm," she smiles around her glass before placing it back on the table, "-that’s easy. Playing pool with the gang at Gibson’s." Her answer spills without hesitation, a heap of follow-up questions already brewing up in Harry’s brain, but the foreign name is what beckons his attention first, "Gibson’s?" he echoes with a faint rumple pulling the skin between his eyes. Is that the name of a friend? A boyfriend? Out of all the questions he’s contemplated, y/n’s relationship status never crossed his mind. He’s always assumed her to be a single woman, the evidence of a significant other never present in her language and demeanor.
A wave of relief washes over him at her elaboration, "it’s a bar couple blocks from my place. It’s been my friends and I’s HQ ever since we all met." The sentiment has her eyes sparkle at the remembrance of all the happy memories the place hosted, and Harry stores the information in his mental list of all y/n’s soft spots.
"Sounds rad, so you play pool?" he inquires with enthusiasm. He’s been knows to play a game or two in his youth, though it’s been a hot minute since he’s felt the weight of the cue in his hands as he sinks ball after ball in their respective pockets. He remembers the elation of it all, the adrenaline coursing through his veins at each successful strike, and his heart flutters at the thought of ever sharing a game with her; she seems like the competitive type in the most entertaining way possible. Before his thoughts can spiral into much filthier realms, like bending her over the table mid-game when his own skills prevail and she turns into a sore-loser, y/n’s voice rings him back to reality.
"Uh uh, correction," her expression suddenly turns in false seriousness before she proves him right about her competing tendencies, "I win at pool." Her eyes are so full of confidence, a spice of mischief sparkling in their corner, she would have no difficulty persuading anyone of anything that passes the threshold of her mouth. Harry certainly doesn’t doubt her mastery of the bar game, but it doesn’t stop him from challenging her in a slightly elevated pitch, "oh is that so?"
Y/n only grins at the banter, not at all fazed by his taunting remark, "maybe you’ll have to find out for yourself." She reaches for another snack, not taking her come-hither look off his handsome face, and Harry revels in her flirtatious advances, a smug smile taking possession of his lips as he surfs of the same wave of seduction. "Is that a challenge?" he philanders back, fueling the sensual back-and-forth they seem to have embarked upon.
"Not much of a challenge if I know I’ll win," y/n replies with cheek, her self-assurance once again burgeoning like sexy wildflowers sprouting from the ground underneath Harry’s feet, wrapping around his ankle and growing along his body to twine around his spellbound heart. He absolutely loves her unfaltering aplomb, finds it undoubtably sexy but he can’t let her know that just yet.
"Cocky."
"Confident."
They both chuckle at their repartee, enjoying this ping-pong of quick-witted banter they’ve never found in anybody else before. It’s like their intellects were meant to collide in galvanizing forces, the encounter of two fiery psychs too brilliant to one up the other.
Harry is mesmerized by their connection, if he knew sparks would fire this bright, he would have made a move ages ago. "Fuck, you’re something else," he shakes his head in incredulity before confessing, "definitely not what I expected."
Y/n’s chest tingles at his comment, a rivulet of liquid glee leaking through her arteries to pump her heart and her ego full of bliss, "Oh so you expected something, did you?" She punctuates her teasing with a thousand-watts power smirk, and Harry finds it strikingly alluring.
Not about to let her have the upper hand however, a burst of smugness crosses his features as he boomerangs her earlier allurement back to her, "maybe you’ll have to find out for yourself." It earns him a deep jazzy laugh rooted in her tummy and a tinge of pride swirling in his own. He wants to pry laugh after laugh from her belly until her last giggle, only relenting once the muscles in her chest are aching from unbridled joy.
Y/n sighs in content before taking a bite out of a mini-tartlet as she considers how to proceed in this much too flirty conversation. "So what would you be doing tonight, if not for this stupid party?" she returns his first question before realizing,  "-wait a sec, what are you doing here if you hate these things so much? My presence was mandatory but yours isn’t."
"I’ll have you know I was coerced into coming too," he quips back in a fake defensive tone, hand pressing to his chest, "Mike from accounting begged me to tag along, he just broke up with his girlfriend so I didn’t have the heart to tell him no." The selfishness of the gesture softens her heart in a goo of adoration, but she can’t let him know that just yet.
"Softie."
"Chivalrous."
His comeback has her giggle, a rejoinder already tiptoeing at the edge of her lips, "see, who’s cocky now?" Her eyes are full of jest and lightness, somehow taking the weight of the party off his shoulders. Turns out, food and booze are not the only remedies for boring work functions, y/n’s company is just as effective if not more, and that’s with the guarantee of a hangover-less comes next morning. Harry is truly happy he decided to make an appearance tonight, a sentiment he definitely didn’t foresee for the night. The realization has him faintly shaking his head in amazement, his lips letting out another whispered "something else" softly enough that it doesn’t quite reach her already inflated ears.
"So did you have any plans tonight?" She reiterates the question not wanting to ever stop talking with him.
There are probably a hundred exciting plans he could have conjured up to come off half as intriguing as she seems to be, but instead he decides to go the honest route, "nah, I would have probably crash on my couch, this week’s been pretty hectic." His truth is confirmed by the faded blackness tinting the skin below his eyes, a proof of hard work and long hours under the heedlessness of a greedy superior. Y/n knows it all too well, having had firsthand experience with her boss’ jackassery. That’s why she directly inquires, "boss giving you trouble?"
Part of Harry is eager to steer the conversation back to more pleasant waters but he guesses talking a little bit about work was inevitable at some point, especially since they both share palpable distaste for their superior. "The maniac keeps giving me last minute reports like I’m expected to work all night along on his bullshit projects," he explains dejectedly before running his hand through his luscious curls in sign of frustration. "Barely finished in time fo’ the party tonight, I had to slip in his office to put the file on his desk, that fucker had already left."
Y/n listens attentively, her chest tightening in empathy at the recollection of his misfortune. She’s very familiar with the embittering feeling that comes with working your ass for someone that barely registers your efforts and dishes the office hours before you can even dream of clocking off. She’s faced the same scenario time and time again, including tonight, when she’d come up to lock the boss’ office hours after he left to get pampered for the party. She barely got time to make the double commute to and from her place, much less spend hours getting dolled up. She does remember the odd file on her boss’ desk though, "oh I was wondering what that blue folder was about, he never usually leave unattended paperwork on his desk."
Harry starts nodding in confirmation before stopping dead, eyes widened in distress, "wait, did you just say blue?" he asks in urgency.
Y/n frowns at his sudden agitation, her mind reeling to try and visualize the state of the surroundings she left several hours ago. She’s pretty positive she saw a blue binder laying there, not that she knows the ramifications of that simple fact, "yes I think so, why?"
The dire nature of the situation becomes painfully obvious as Harry’s face turns into a mess of  dread and panic, "oh shit, oh fuck, no no no," the words keep tumbling from his mouth in a ramble of nerves. "So stupid, m’so fucked" he keeps muttering self-admonition in quiet anger, hands griping at the root of his hair.
Concern is starting to fester in y/n’s guts as she takes in his disheveled state, "Harry, Jesus, take a breath, tell me what’s going on," she steps closer to him, one hand softly holding at his biceps as she tries to connect their gazes.
Once his eyes plug into hers, pupils blown out in turmoil, he finally calms down enough to word  out his mishap, "s’not the right file on his desk, I only use red binders for the reports." Spinning around out of her hold to shout his stress back to the wall in a loud "fuck!", Harry’s mind is caught up in a swirl of possible excuses to give to his boss, all sounding more ridiculous than the other. He can’t think of way to fix his mistake and escape the inevitable berating coming his way comes morning.
Fortunately for him, y/n is not about to let this happen, "it’s okay, we’ll fix this," she encourages. "What’s on his desk right now?"
Harry looks back at her then, not totally convinced that this all mayhem is salvageable. His boss is never going to tolerate this minor negligence, especially once he finds out the irrelevant material mistakenly slipped amongst his work. "My 14 year-old niece’s english project" the answer comes out as a question, a hint of self-deprecating humor lacing through his words. "Bloody hell, he’s gon’ have my head fo’ that one."
Harry is adamant in his doom, but if anything, y/n is not a quitter. "No he’s not. He hasn’t seen it yet, right? You said he was already gone when you brought the file."
He takes a long breath, "I suppose not."
"Guess it’s a good thing I have the keys to his office then, yeah?" She smiles proudly as a beacon of hope shines on his conflicted face. The forest green of his eyes seems to breath back to life in an endearing revival, effectively tugging at y/n’s heart’s merciful strings.
"Fuck, you’d do that fo’ me?" his shoulders loosen up in relief, the tension slowly simmering down to a gentle buzz, as he envisages the possibility of an illicit break-in. Well, as illicit as it may be, considering they have the keys. Still, best they don’t get caught snooping in the boss’ office, for both of their sake.
"Of course, silly. No questions asked," y/n answers with a smile, and her willingness to put herself in potential trouble, warms Harry’s heart from inside out.
"Y/n, you’re an angel, a life savior," he grabs her shoulders in each of his hands, his gratitude painted all over his soft traits. "Fuck, I could kiss you right now." The words fly out of his mouth without him realizing their significance after spending the last ten minutes coming onto her. And well, y/n isn’t too opposed to the idea either, and she thinks she might hold him to that promise in retribution for her saving grace when the time and space works better in their favor. "Alright Casanova, let’s get your ass out of this mess," she grabs her purse form the table and takes his hand to guide him through the cluster of people milling around the office space, eventually reaching the row of elevators across the room.
As they stand waiting for their lift to come, Harry starts fidgeting with nervous energy, feeling like a kid who’s about to get caught trying to steal straight from the cookie jar. "Shit, alright, we have to be discrete if we want to pull this off," he tells her, not taking his eyes off the room in case someone would look at them and read their plan straight off their guilty-looking faces.
"Says the guy in the flashy suit," y/n immediately counters, in an attempt to revive the playfulness of their synergy. The night was going swimmingly before the whole ordeal, and she’s convinced this foxy little adventure can only add to the appeal of an evening full of surprises.
Harry’s indignation at her dig teeters from his pouty lips, "hey! It’s not that bad." She giggles at his poor rebuttal, and as the doors of the elevator open, they quickly take a few steps inside.
"Harry, that suit is so loud, it could break the sound barrier," y/n teases as she eyes the crowd of people frivolously chatting away, while waiting for the door to close back.
"Thought I cleaned up nicely," he cheekily throws back her words from earlier, letting them resonate within the small confines of the elevator as they make their way up to their boss’ office.
She turns to face him then, a smile spreading on her supple lips, "don’t get me wrong, you look wonderful, just nowhere near decent for a secret spy mission."
Her words have him beaming back at her in a second, his mind fixated on her compliment rather than how impractical it is that his clothes are flashier than the Queen’s; in his defense, neither are y/n’s. "Damn, just got upgraded from nice to wonderful, this night is actually turning around," he chirps as the door open to the deserted hallway of the top floor.
"Alright, more action and less flirting, Styles," y/n playfully chides him. "Go get the right file, while I open his door, we should be quick in case he decides to bring the tour and his special guest up here." She sends him off with a tilt of her chin in what she knows to be the direction of his office, and Harry complies with ease and starts backtracking a few doors down, "yes ma’am."
While he’s gone to fetch the correct document from his office, y/n rummages through her purse to find the key of her boss’ office and unlock the door. Once she’s inside, she makes her way around the imposing mahogany desk commanding the space, and finds the imposter file sitting innocently on the polished wood. For pure curiosity’s sake, she starts leafing through its contents and lets a small chuckle as she takes in the endearing work of a young aspiring writer.
Her reading is interrupted by Harry’s hurried strides when he joins her in the room. "Here’s the damn report," he flings the folder on the desk next to his niece’s, red clashing with blue, mocking him for his slight negligence. As he absorbs the sight of y/n’s face engrossed in the teenage’s fiction, he moves slowly behind her, getting a glimpse at his niece’s whimsical words over her shoulder, before his eyes settle on the bare skin of her back.
Y/n welcomes his sudden proximity, has stranding on end as she feels the soft puffs of his breaths against her neck. "Your niece is quite the writer, does she always come to you for advice?"
She ignores the shivers running down her spine, and gulps when Harry’s voice greets her ears in a deep quiet hoarse, closer than she excepted, "usually, yeah. I was the one who got her into writing, so it’s kinda become our thing, I guess."
She smiles at his softness, "that’s really sweet," and draws in a long breath in a vain attempt to calm her jitters. She can almost feel his presence on her skin though they’re technically not touching, her fingertips tingling in anticipation.  
Another frisson travels through her when he responds with a low "mhm," his nose slightly grazing behind her ear, taking in her beguiling fragrance. Jasmine and vanilla, fresh and soft, exciting and comforting at the same time; it suits her perfectly.
"Harry-" she doesn’t know what to follow the whisper of his name with. Careful? Not here? Please don’t stop? At this point, she wants nothing more than to succumb to his affections, regardless of their improper whereabouts.
Harry brushes the back of his index down the smooth skin of her back in a featherlike caress, "thanks fo’ saving my ass, tonight," he murmurs into her ear, before laying a small kiss behind it.
Y/n is exulting under his tender ministrations, her eyes closed to enhance the feeling of his touch. "Anytime," she breathes out as her head tilts backward, a hand coming behind his neck in a silent plea not to let go, and Harry smiles against her skin at her receptiveness, goosebumps of his own blossoming across his body.
His next words are out of his mouth before he can think, "mmm, I owe you a big one," his playful persona resurfacing now that the situation was handled. They snort in unison at the double-entendre, and Harry slides his free arm around her waist to bring her closer to his chest in silent remittance. Y/n doesn’t mind though, she kinda likes this boyish side of him, but she can’t let him know that just yet.
"Gross."
"Hilarious."
Their ping-pong of wisecrack is back despite the tension permeating the air. It’s the kind that speeds heartbeats and moistens palms in lustful anticipation, the kind that curtails people’s breath as their lungs fill up with voluptuous aphrodisia. "Will you let me kiss you? Show you all my gratitude? I really wanna have a taste, love," he pleads for her permission, and y/n is too consumed by desire to deny him, "have it."
In one swift move, he spins around and latches his eager lips onto her. Passion ensues, hands roaming all over each other to find the perfect hold; the back of a neck, the lapels of a suit jacket, a few strands of hair, the curve of an exposed ribcage, it’s all intoxicating but there is always more to explore. Their tongues are caught up in a heated tango of their own, swirling around each other to quench the thirst of passion, licking their lustful way around their mouths.
At one point, Y/n finds herself pressed against her boss’ desk, one leg around Harry’s waist as he attaches his hips to hers in a heated embrace that leaves them breathless upon parting. He rests his forehead against her temple as they both process the intimate exchange, not ready to burst out of this fairy bubble. "Fuck, been waiting to do that for a while," he exhales with a smile, still incredulous at the evening’s proceedings, and the girl nestled in his arms.
"Same," she agrees and gently cups his face to bring his eyes back to hers, barely believing the adoration and warmth swimming within his lovely olive irises.
Harry’s heart feels like a ticking bomb about to implode, the sweet taste of her lips already providing him with a fix he didn’t know he was addicted to. "One more," he demands against her mouth before diving into another searing kiss. This time his hands explore more meticulously, scavenging for other soft spots to add on to his mental list. The dimples in her back right above the curve of her ass seem to rival the area at her side right below the swell of her breast, but Harry is pretty sure he’ll find more sensitive spots in the near future. Hopefully.
Once again, the need for oxygen compels them to part way, but neither of them make a move to separate their tangled limbs. Y/n is reveling in the moment she’s been daydreaming about for months, "so good," she keeps whispering sweet nothing against his lips while rubbing her nose against the bridge of his.
Harry clears his throat as he regains his bearings, realizing that there are still very much in the middle of their boss’ office, a place they are not supposed to be in, doing stuff they’re not supposed to be doing. At least not here. "Let’s get outta here, yeah?" he brushes a strand of hair that fell in front of her face, "you can kick my ass at that game of pool as promised, and I’ll tend to yours once we’re back at my place, what’dya say?"
And well, how can one say no to that?
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iwa-ch4n · 4 years ago
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haikyuu sibling hcs
i am returning from the dead because of this, which has me going insane every time i think about it. there will probably be a part two of this. i simply cannot get it out of my mind
nishinoya’s sisters
all of them are older than him, but I’d say one is a year older than him (3rd year), one is four years older (3rd year of uni) and one is six years older (graduated a year ago)
the nishinoya’s are a Loud family. they are constantly yelling at each other, whether in an argument or just to talk to each other. they’re also all very messy, with the middle sister being the lesser of four evils by actually returning cups and dishes to the kitchen (she goes to all their rooms while she’s at it)
the eldest is the one who got nishinoya into volleyball. she played in high school, and she taught little 9-year-old yuu in the back garden as a reward for finishing his homework. she played non-competitively at uni and dropped it after, but she’ll still always practice with him whenever she’s home
the youngest sister dresses like an egirl and has the bleached streaks at the front of her hair. she had leftover bleach when doing it, so she convinced yuu to do a matching style, which is the origin story of the blonde streak in his hair
the youngest sister also plays football (soccer), and they help each other practice. they’re absolutely best friends.
all of them are Fiercely protective of each other. he likes to think he’s the one protecting them all the time but in reality he is the baby of the family and they would all rather die than let anyone so much as lay a finger on him
the middle sister is the only one with good grades, and they always say she has all the brain cells between the four of them. she also sleeps until 1pm (which doesn’t mix well with yuu’s tendency to wake up at 7am acting like he’s had three energy drinks) and went through a lot of boyfriends in high school (yuu tried to intimidate all of them, and failed, because he was 13 and short as hell). they get along better now she’s moved out.
the eldest is only a mature functional adult because she had to stop the rest from injuring themselves or each other constantly when they were kids. she’s the go-to for advice for all of them, but will always go to her brother when she needs to rant
the eldest got All of the height. she is a tall woman and she likes to use her siblings as armrests to make them feel even smaller. gives good hugs but also slaps her siblings around the head as a form of greeting
they taught yuu about style and respecting women. he chose not to listen when it came to style and wears ugly tshirts with funny slogans anyway, but he would beat up a misogynist.
asahi had a bit of a crush on the youngest sister for part of their second year and will NEVER admit it
overall they are chaotic, loud and messy but they get along really well, simultaneous hell yeah and big rip for the parents.
suga’s brother
ok listen he’s 7 (11 years younger) and babysitting him is part of the reason koushi became an elementary school teacher
he is o b s e s s e d with dinosaurs, tsukishima begrudgingly and secretly gives koushi his old, more childish dino-themed things to pass on to the kid
absolutely idolises his brother. wants to be Exactly like him. he rlly tries hard in school because of it (even though he has a pretty short attention span)
also wants to play volleyball bc of suga, and is his brother’s biggest hypeman
terrified of daichi but loves asahi. its asahi’s biggest win
makes suga watch disney movies with him (he doesn’t actually make him, its unclear which one of them enjoys it more)
kyoutani’s sister
she’s 23 (6 years older) and the COOLEST BITCH
has a sort of indie / grunge style, basically that fun y2k-ish style but with more chains and fishnets
plays electric guitar, has a bunch of stick and pokes, wears doc martens and is doing a masters degree in journalism.
please i’m in love with her
she had a massive emo / punk phase back when kentarou was 10 and thought she was the most amazing person alive. he started trying to be punk like her and it stuck
they would kill and die for each other but argue All The Time. especially when he was like 13-14. basically hated each other but now they very much respect each other
(she’s the only person he fully respects other than iwaizumi)
they would play fight all the time that almost verged on genuine physical fighting. they still do sometimes, and she wins 90% of the time.
for personal reasons i am going to say she’s bisexual
if you ever think kentarou would have anything negative to say about women or gays, you are wrong. if you say anything bigoted its an attack on his sister and he will beat you up about it
literally has to keep her away from the volleyball team because they met her once and oikawa tried to flirt with her and he is never suffering through that again
she helps him cut and bleach his hair and he helps her dye hers fun colours sometimes
overall the literal coolest person ever i would die for her
kuroo’s sister
okay I’d say she’s probably,,, 22. four years older.
the most put together person you will meet in your life. its honestly scary how organised she is. time management queen.
the science genes run in the family. just started a master’s degree in biology and plans to do a PhD
every teacher that taught her expects tetsurou to be just as smart and capable. it annoys him, even though he gets the grades, because they assume he’s gonna be just as well behaved and organised as her. that man has not handed in a homework assignment in his life.
she has Long Ass, Thick Ass Hair and if she ever lets it get slightly out of hand it looks like a Nightmare
still hates tetsurou for making her practice volleyball with him when she was 12. she missed the season finale of a show she liked and then got it spoiled for her because she was helping him and she still holds a grudge about it
may be put together, but she’s still fun. will buy tetsurou alcohol if he asks her to (not too much tho, so parents don’t catch on)
he tries to flirt with her friends and she hates him for it (the newer ones that meet him when he’s like 18 seem to enjoy it and she hates that even more)
is Very intimidated by tetsurou’s volleyball team, will still bully him in front of them tho. when her and kenma team up they are ruthless and if he didn’t know they were joking he’d probably cry
yaku pretended to have a crush on her for almost a whole year in second year to annoy tetsurou. he even got her in on it and ‘asked her out’. it was the longest and most worthwhile con he’s ever pulled.
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boop-le-snoot · 4 years ago
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PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 5
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Rating: Explicit.
‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it's own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV.
Summary: You're Peter's classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don't know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you're lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!
A/N: Revenge is sweet but a well-timed dick joke is sweeter. xoxo gossip girl. Please supervise one Bucky Barnes on the internet. Questionable music taste. Detention is the price we pay for justice. Bruce Banner is too precious for this world, too pure.
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"Initiate phase one," I added a growly undertone to my whisper, holding my phone inconspicuously, as if I was making a simple phone call. There was no answer but I didn't expect one: I was testing the voice recorder app that I had downloaded for the sole purpose of documenting and relaying the inevitable fall of one Flash Thompson. 
Making my way through the crowd of students during the busiest time of the day, I made the most intrigued and outraged facial expression I possibly could. Spying my targets, I leaned against a nearby wall, putting a hand over my mouth in fake outrage, keeping my eyes wide and trained on the opposite wall. Just as I had predicted, the two sophomore girls started giving me side-eye by minute two of my staring and finally approached me as I contemplated the wall for whole five minutes.
"I'm sorry, are you okay?" The brunette asked, her blonde friend hanging a step back.
"Yeah, totally," I mumbled. "I'm, like, shook beyond imagination, but nothing, like, bad."
The girls traded a curious look, seemingly coming to some sort of conclusion. The greedy gleam in their eyes had me internally cheering. "What happened?" The blonde one asked, coming closer.
"I'm not sure if I should tell that to anyone," I stammered, watching them bodily move forward. "Well, okay, I can't keep quiet. But you must never, ever speak of it or I'll get expelled or something," I said nervously. They both nodded so rapidly it reminded me of Funko Pop figurines. "You know the senior guy, Flash? Brown hair, kinda hot?" Again, they both nodded, conspicuously grinning. "I think I just saw him in the closed girls bathroom on the third floor with, like, some brunette from Ms. Johnson's History class," They both gasped. Predictable. "But that's not the worst! They were like, y'know," I made an obscene gesture with my hand and they instantly covered their own mouths with their palms in shock. "And the chick was like 'is it in yet?' and he was like 'yah' and I just closed the door and ran, oh my god I hope they didn't hear me," I squealed at the end, playing the part of a mortified teenager.
All three of us giggled uncomfortably for a moment. The blonde girl stared at me suspiciously. "And what were you doing there?"
I faked a nervous stammer, looking around briefly and showing them my lighter for a moment. They both gasped and nodded in recognition. "Don't tell anybody or my mom is going to have kittens," I pleaded. Both of them nodded solemnly, noticing their own group of friends approach. I used the brief moment to get lost in the river of pupils and by the time they turned around to introduce me, I was already at the opposite part of the hallway.
For the time being, everything seemed peaceful. There were a few giggles and side-eyes directed towards Flash Thompson but nothing out of the ordinary. He was disliked by most of the student population even if nobody dared to admit it outright. I took care to walk around without my earbuds for the day and pulled out my phone to record the most interesting conversations around me whenever I caught the tell tale signs of a gossip mill beginning to run its course around the school.
"Oh my god, I heard about this girl that was caught fucking Flash in the girls bathroom and she literally said 'is it in yet', can you imagine the shock, jeez!"
"Some chick literally just rejected Flash because his dick was too small."
"Rebecca from AP chemistry told me someone saw Flash's micropenis. Poor guy!"
"I wonder if his girlfriend dumped him because he can't do shit, I mean, he doesn't look like the type to eat the kitty."
Those were just the highlights of the Friday afternoon. Come the weekend and the news of Flash's unfortunate condition will make the rounds through every single group chat that the school has and by the time Monday rolls around, nobody will have a clue who started the rumour in the first place. I had to carefully select the girls who were to distribute the rumour and I was happy with the outcome: Marissa and Layla with their squad of chatty, bored rich girls were the perfect choice. I thought they would jump at any opportunity to cause drama and I was right.
It was sufficient to say I was bristling with pride as I cut and compiled the audio track from today's school day before sending it to the group chat.
Clint, Peter and Natasha appeared online as soon as the message delivered and I was delighted at their response. Romanoff's kind words, specifically, made me all warm and mushy inside. I didn't resist the feeling, basked in it even as I did a happy dance around my room. Peter's nonsensical string of emojis was another point of laughter for me. 
It wasn't exactly the smartest way to go about killing Thompson's reputation... Alas, simplicity is the way to success when it comes to large crowds of teenagers. That tiny little vindictive part of me was very much looking forward to the weekend and the results of the inevitable distortion of the rumour I had started. Who knew, maybe by Monday Flash Thompson would not only have a micropenis but horns and hooves as well.
Near bedtime, I had all the avengers send me their regards and thumbs up. I answered the flurry of texts as quickly as I could but there was no point in keeping up with ten or so people constantly streaming their questions, opinions and comments. 
I settled on a single easiest response: pulling my dad's old uni sweatshirt over my tiny lacy pajamas to preserve some modesty, I settled in front of my mirror, turning on my Bluetooth speaker to play "Boss Ass Bitch". In true gen-z fashion, I put on my best resting witch face and solemnly lip-synced to the song's eponymous chorus. My eyeliner was sharp enough to cut paper and my prismatic highlighter glittered enigmatically in the cold light of my blue lava lamp.
The response was, once again, delightful and I genuinely belly-laughed at the adults' attempts to meme after Peter. His blushy face emoji started a whole nother conversation that I didn't participate in but watched from the sidelines with glee, snorting every time his friends and mentors gently teased him about the very obvious crush he harboured on me. 
Seeing Peter starting to go absolutely nuts, I interjected with an offer (more like a dare) of a lip sync battle. He jumped on the bandwagon, immediately going offline to undoubtedly film an epic video of what I thought would be dorky-dancing to some hipster song. I was pleasantly surprised when it turned out to be a pre-recorded tik tok video of him and Ned fighting with lightsabers while mouthing the words to Fergalicious that played over the Imperial March.
Weirdos. I still followed him on the app, though, it was pretty funny.
Bucky interjected with a very well executed rendition of "Bring Me to Life": he was wearing his full Winter Soldier get-up, complete with an AK-47, dramatically serenading Steve who looked seventeen shades of done with his partner's antics. Wanda's following twenty second voice message consisted of nothing but pure hysterical laughter, summing up everyone's reaction to the video. Bucky was going to go viral one of these days...
Obviously, I had good competition and nobody else seemed to want to participate so I rearranged my surroundings a little bit and stood up at my full height and swapped the old sweatshirt for a cute crop-top hoodie. My thigh-highs were on display and with my make-up, I looked like a proper internet e-girl. I leaned against the mirror as I mouthed along to the song with my best interpretation of the famous Lucifer smirk, seasoned with a tiny bit of angelic innocence: "Doctor, doctor, give me the news, I got a bad case of loving you..."
Needless to say, I won the competition. Eventually Wanda joined in, looking menacing and ominous with her dark clothes and Natasha's red hair flashing somewhere in the background; even Tony did a round (AC/DC as his soundtrack of course) with one of his Iron Man suits but nothing beat my stunt and the reaction that it caused.
I had accidentally called out Bruce with the choice of my song and his teammates gave both of us a lot of cheeky comments about it. We relented and flirted with each other a bit as the conversation flowed into more mundane discussion; I said my good nights somewhere between Tony's bitching about the hobbies of my generation and my nightly skincare routine. The little green heart that I'd become accustomed to over the past few weeks greeted me just as I was about to lock my phone.
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Bruce was really too precious for this world. My crush on him was different than the one on Tony, it mellowed out in comparison. I wanted him to hold me, to stroke my hair, to call me his darling and wrap me up in one of those dorky button-ups that he insisted on wearing in spite of Tony's unwanted, however very valid, fashion advice.
For all that's worth, the scientist probably knew or at least suspected and had the good grace to play along just enough to satisfy my deep need for attention... Without crossing any actual lines. It was frustrating, it was disappointing but I had virtually nothing to complain about. Besides, I didn't want to lose the quirky friendship that we had. Banner was, probably, the least judgemental person I knew and I wasn't about to trade that for an awkwardly stolen kiss.
Monday and Tuesday passed in a flurry of giggling and snorting every time Flash walked by. His girlfriend broke up with him, very publicly, accusing him of cheating and he didn't even deny it - just insulted her and stormed off, leaving even his friends looking lost and clueless. I started dragging Peter and his two pet nerds along with me just about everywhere I went in case Thompson decided to do something stupid again. If judging only by the looks he was throwing our little company, he was on his way to figuring out who began nibbling at his reputation.
The week was coming to an end and the rumour began dying off, slowly. That just didn't sit with me, I wanted the fucker gone. Due to the obvious time constraints, I approached MJ regarding Peter - after a brief argument, we came to an agreement regarding Peter's safety should I need to leave him alone in the hallways or at lunch. 
I needed to do this alone so if I got caught, I won't drag them down with me. Granted, I would probably get something like a suspension and the school will attempt to call my mother (she never picks up) but that's about it. That's where her reputation comes in handy-people consciously avoid dealing with her, she can be that unbearable.
But first, I needed to get a teacher that's on my side. After carefully considering the candidates, I settled on my Social Studies professor - he taught the college-level classes and was overall a very chill, nice dude. And he disliked bullies with a flaming passion. So it didn't take me long to work him into a righteous fury - just a quick chat over a cup of tea in his homeroom and a few pictures of Peter's bruised face, complete with my own pleading puppy eyes. We agreed Mr Davies would "accidentally" leave the teacher's lounge unlocked during third period and I would sneak in. The plan wasn't foolproof but if it worked, not only Flash, but also his whole misogynistic, bigoted family would go down.
As I was leaving, Mr Davies looked up at me with a bright smile: "Give them Hell, alright?" And I suddenly noticed he was, in fact, very attractive. The smile brought out the fine wrinkles around his mouth, the crow's feet around his eyes - he smiled a lot. Silver strands mixed in with the wooden brown of his hair.
I let my eyes slide over him briefly before baring my teeth in return. "I owe you one," I don't know what possessed me to say that. My mouth really had a mind of its own sometimes. The room suddenly became hot.
"Sure," He replied, totally oblivious.
On Friday, I made myself a small nest in the empty classroom opposite the teacher's lounge and sat waiting for the signal from Mr Davies - he'd tap on the door once and I'd quietly go inside the teacher's lounge, retrieve Thompson's file and make my way back to the empty classroom to grab my backpack and carry the file to my locker for further examination. 
The first part went successfully and I managed to snag Thompson's file. It was heavy and hefty, all the evidence of his rowdiness compiled into one flimsy plastic folder. There were A LOT of pink slips and I rejoiced internally: at least there was a paper trail of his exploits. The principal didn't do anything about it which was... If not against the rules then at least frowned upon; the plan was to take copies and anonymously submit them to the school board prompting at least an investigation into the blatant disregard for Flash's immoral and illegal behaviour.
On my way back I stumbled upon the principal herself which got me not only a stern talking to, but a whole detention for skipping class. Whatever, I was too elated from potentially ruining the life of a dumb fuck who ruined my friend's face.
Surprise came in the face of Mr Davies, who, having heard the commotion in the hallway, stepped out of his class and saw me being lectured by the principal. 
"I'll take her for the detention," I heard the familiar voice behind me. The principal nodded solemnly and I had no choice but to sigh in resignation. "Three thirty, be here," He nodded to me, walking back, looking way too smug for his own good. So I wasn't the only one excited about the successful completion of stage two of my nefarious plan. Cue evil laughter.
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Hiiii!! You probably get a lot of this match/ ship req, can i have one too? :)
I’m a 25 years old southeast asian girl, im 5’2, with tan skin, curvy, black hair and black eyes. I am an only child so my family and friends are important to me.. I consider my self as both introvert and extrovert.
I love to make new friends but it takes sometime for me to really open up. I’m self conscious about my body for my whole life and its something im working on. I’m a doctor, and i still have plans to go back to uni.
I really love to travel, going to the museums and trying new foods. In my spare time i love to unwind just relaxing with a book, or cook, do some karaoke, or watch movies.
I love to watch F1 and motogp. I used to watch F1 in passing when i was a kid. I know the names of the drivers but I never really follow it religiously as in watching every race until this season
I hope this information is enough to go on - I’m looking forward to see what you come up with!!
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I ship you with Carlos Sainz.
I've been giving this match quite a lot of thought while I was at work and the more I thought about it, the more I thought this match would be super cute.
Carlos treasures his friends and family, so he would absolutely love that you are also very family-oriented. He would insist on having big family parties where both of your friends and relations could come and have a good time, ("as long as we don't bust out the board games," he'd say jokingly, knowing how competitive people can become when playing games.) However, he would also like to spend time with you in more casual and quieter environments, as the demand for being extroverted on track can be quite draining for him outside of the F1 paddock. This is where relaxing activities would be perfect. He would plan evenings in watching movies and eating snacks, or reading together. Some nights may well be spent in pretty much all silence, but it would be the kind that shows how close you are because words aren't needed.
While Carlos would wish that he could make you see how perfect you are in his eyes, he also would know how it feels to be body-conscious, given the rigorous diets drivers are often put on. So, instead of trying to give you advice or telling you how you should be feeling, he'd be there for you to listen and support, knowing how to do in the best way for you, hoping that one day you'll believe him when he tells you that you're beautiful ♡ Carlos would also be in awe of your job, ("she's a doctor, you know, she's so smart and she's dedicated her life to helping people - she's so amazing" he will tell to literally everyone.)
Carlos would understand that you don't always have time to watch F1, but he would make the most of the weekends that you do by flying you out to whatever country he is in to see you, especially because he would miss you a lot when he's travelling ("It's just not the same when you're not by my side," he'd say, earnestly.)
Like I said in my initial post opening requests - this is just a bit of fun and should not be taken seriously. That being said, I hope you enjoyed your result.
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cloveroctobers · 4 years ago
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ANNA-JULIA “AJ” (JONES) JARLETT
IG bio/info: @/annajj9x_ | 20.1k followers| Athlete | hey peeps can you stop asking me to throw it back cuz the answer will always be no! K thx take it easy 🏳️‍🌈🌻🏒🐶
21 years old
From bath, England
Hockey player as her profession for the past three years
Her position is defense
Their team name is “rowdy alphas”...yeah some team names just didn’t make sense or they’re cringe for no reason at all
Was raised by her mom,(her mom was a teen mom & had her at 17) maternal grandmother, and her paternal aunt (dad’s younger sister, who’s more like a big sister to her at 28)
They’ve made her into the person she is, literally
Her grandmother has a bed and breakfast that they all live in
the house is Victorian style—almost as if they walked right out of charmed! Instead of a big pink house, think yellow AND purple. It was hideous but homey and charming on the inside
growing up in a house with multiple temporary strangers wasn’t odd to aj at all, in fact it felt like the norm. There was always someone around to socialize with so that was quite nice
Her father was a pro baseball player & passed away due to a automobile accident
she has his smile & freckles
aj was also involved in the accident at the age of 6 & miraculously survived with intense injuries
Has scars as a reminder
used to have night terrors because of the accident...it took awhile—years!!! for them to subside
they’re all vague memories now (but the pain is something she’ll always remember) but she preferred it that way
she’s named “Anna” after her mother’s old best friend/roommate and was supposed to be aj’s god mother but she went missing during their uni years
the name“Julia” came from her paternal grandmother who she gets her wide doe eyes from
her athleticism definitely came from her dad
Her mother luckily liked to document things so there’s a bunch of home videos of her dad in them & pictures/scrapbooks that her mom has for safe keeping
She’s more of a klutz, tiny, and wears huge prescription glasses
extremely close to the three most important ladies in her life, so she’s always been able to be open with them about anything!
when she first expressed her interest in liking both genders around 17-18 her paternal aunt was all smirks, “i knew Britney Spears was so your type, yeah?”
more like shakira but Brit was just as pretty
her mother was a “cry baby” so ofc she burst out into tears squeezing aj’s limbs and peppering her face with kisses. She didn’t view her child as anything different... as she shouldn’t & was glad that her daughter trusted them with this significant moment in her life and wanted to be as supportive as she could
got books, watched Ted talks and everything but knew she could come to the source even tho aj was still figuring it out herself
her grandma dipped her head at the new info sitting at the round kitchen table, “been there. had a few broads in my life after and during my marriage with your no good grandad. Thank goodness the bastard died before you even got to meet ‘em.” “Mum!”
what felt like the biggest weight on her chest was lifted. She knew they’d understand but a part of her had a little bit of doubt, she’s heard so many horror stories where those like her didn’t have the support she has and that made her extremely sad to think about
i see her as a person that has/had many friends in secondary. She’s always open to chat and her being on a few sports teams helped her out in her case
very competitive in anything that she does & will guarantee that she’ll beat you. (“ You wanna race to the car from here?”wins. “Who ever cleans the most dishes the fastest gets the last slice of pie.”) majority of the time she’s right but if she loses?? oh don’t let her lose to you, it’s a pity party for the rest of the time ur in her space. Such a sore loser omg
stays active, always working out + has a gym membership and makes sure she goes at least five times a week
she’s very strong, loves leg day & working on her core
she’s about 5’10
loves wearing “gf jeans” since they’re super comfy but doesn’t mind skinny Jeans with rips in the knees every now and then
trainers and chucks are her go-to sneakers
has no issue shopping in the men’s section ‘cause who’s gonna stop her? Nobody that’s who
owner of over a 100 graphic tees + vertical stripped shirts are also her favs, SWEATPANTS/joggers?! How many does she have? A lot. Snapbacks? Plenty. Will she wear them backwards? Obviously.
Physical touch is her love language. She’s comes from a family that has no issue showing their affection by touch. There is NO such thing as personal space and that still stands with aj when it comes to relationships, she sees no other way
It’s what she shows and what she wants in return, if you’re not touching her in some sort of way, then automatically she thinks there’s something wrong or that she did something
Is the jealous type. It has shown in relationships and ruined a relationship or two
Has cheated on a significant other out of pure jealousy & is not proud to admit that
Does have a wandering eye but feels now that she truly understands herself when it comes to relationships, she’ll never act on it again
I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, I get libra tendencies from her so that’s what I’m sticking with. She likes to keep the peace (unless she’s jealous) , idealistic — always looking on the bright side of things, outgoing, romantic, and professional— especially when it comes to her team; her true leadership comes out, yet she can be indecisive, hates confrontation, self pitying — if things don’t go perfectly how she imagined/planned it to, the world is ending and everyone is out to get her, and can be unreliable—never on time
September libra to be exact
if she’s really in love/taken a interest in you then she gets nervous: blushing, sweaty palms, cracking her knuckles, tongue tied—the whole 9
she’s already defined as a puppy by her coach but when she’s in love? She’s a lovesick puppy!
her fav holiday is Valentine’s Day
thought she was going to be a pro skateboarder growing up but it took one bad fall where she thought she was paralyzed for her to choose something else
she likes her weed on occasion
Obsessed with all types of cheese except cottage, “can I put cheese on this?”
more of a jumpsuit kinda girl or dressy top with jeans & hoops on a night out
has a solid group of mates outside of the hockey team, they’ve all met and hung out a couple of times, as they should since aj feels they’re going to be stuck with her for awhile so why not?
They’re a riot when they all go out, let’s just say that there’s never a dull moment
fav color is periwinkle
enjoys ASMR, mostly in the mornings when she’s waking up. You know how people love podcasts? (Sorry seb & Nicky, she still wants to be on the show soon!) ASMR is her thing
loves tangerines, you can count on it that she’ll have one on her, “where did you pull that from?” “I’ll never share my master plan.” “You’re such a tit.”
Definitely prefers “fresh squeezed” orange juice & will make her own, she has the tools & the strength 😏
Very rare for her to get sick ;) & if she does she’s a complete baby about it
Will fight that she’s sick before she admits it, trying all sorts of horrid remedies & vitamins
loves summer & all things that come with it, the number one thing is leaving bath for however long she can for a new place to enjoy
when she arrived to love island, she was thrilled for the weather. Yes she was looking for love but most importantly a nice get away & that it was (depending on your route that is lol)
closest with seb, vieve, elladine, and tai but don’t tell the others that! (She doesn’t care if you tell Yasmin, honestly)
just because her & seb “dated” and it didn’t work out doesn’t mean they can’t be friends right? It was almost automatic for them to be platonic after it was determined there would be no romance between them, almost like sibs! like those celebs like to say—except this time these two won’t turn around and actually find romance
vieve came with seb so...but no shade aj did like vieve. She gave great advice (while seb sometimes didn’t say the right things unintentionally or what aj needed to hear) when needed, especially from a medical view and is very sweet
elladine was the one who had all the tea & ideas to match, she’s quite organized and always down for DIY’s and could suggest almost anything. If you needed someone to help you get things tidy or match/find your Aesthetic, she’s the friend you call to help
tai was the one she could be a “bro” with, sure elladine has her competive side (or controlling, depends on how you view it) but tai was the one you can run to for much needed “bro hugs”, partying, going to the pubs, playing sports with or against, checking out/flirting with babes, etc...
it was not long after the villa that aj had a revelation with her sexuality & fully owned and labeled herself as a lesbian
She was happy being in relationship with someone else or with herself, life was short and she was young so there wasn’t time to dwell and stress over things so what the hell?! Live your truth the best way you know how ya know?
probably smells like sweet citrus, almond flower, and sea salt
on chest days, she’s a sweets snacker. Loves gummy bears (also with vodka) , swedish fish, sour patch kids, etc...basically shit that sticks to ur teeth
put all her chips into hockey, while it was advised by her Counselors & mum not to do so, aj went about it anyway. She thought about the pros and cons but knew there was nothing else for her. So there were more pros than cons. She was meant to play sports, its what felt right in her soul
Made her feel connected to her father, when she’s on the field she feels that he is with her
 scrunches up her nose when she’s frustrated or confused about something
Doesn’t always grasp concepts right away, she’s a soft dummy but most of us are and that’s okay! We’re all smart in our own ways
Feels like sunflowers are always around her especially if she sees them wherever she is. They must symbolize SOMETHING, therefore she loves them
spf queen. All about it, get with it or let the sunrays ruin ur skin that’s on u
loves a good filet mignon medium-well & is probably the only good thing she knows how to make alongside a salad, baked potatoes, & her oj
sucker for romantic-comedies...it’s basically her life duh!
If she has a dog, it’s a Dalmatian or Great Dane. She needs a companion that’ll keep up with her
loves kissing, it’s her favorite form of intimacy
Quarantine life included the push up challenge for her. Gaining a few pounds in muscle and fat, bothering seb via ft, viewing old letters she wrote to her dad, spending time with her fav ladies since they were now restricted from having guests in their home, and letting boredom consume her + she hated the whole lockdown that came with it, she hated being indoors for long periods of time but she knew that’s what partly needed to be done
Posts a lot of beach, park, outings with her friends & team, moments with her fav ladies, workout videos, and guests at the b&b with their permission and if only she befriends them along the way. She’s just as active on the socials as she is in rl but she’s not obsessed with it, she knows how to live in the now. She’s all about balance!
I also feel like she never keeps her phone charged and it’s always dying on her! She had a car charger but...that’s a jungle. She needs to invest in a portable charger stat
crushing on/finds attractive: Jared Padalecki, Keanu Reeves, Barrett Doss, Camilla Luddington, Sandra Bullock, Adrian Kempe, Harry Kirton, Anya Taylor-Joy, Haley Lu Richardson, Naomi Osaka, Ming & Aoki Lee Simmons
who does she listen to? Shakira lol!! Bea Miller, Dua Lipa, Daya, XYLØ, Elley Duhé, Stela Cole, Aloe Blacc, Maroon 5, Lewis capaldi, Charlie Puth, girl in red, Hayley kiyoko, king princess, dodie, & tessa violet
Anthem: Icona Pop — we got the world
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blindedbythedarkness · 3 years ago
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Josh,
I did it. I'm out. I'm finally done with my degree and away from that fucking university.
Had I not learnt the lessons that I did from your death, there's a good chance it would have finished me off at the end there. The way I was treated as I struggled with my thesis was unbearable and I've rarely felt so hopeless. I suppose it's a very fitting end to my time there. Three times my university experience nearly resulted in my suicide and though I somehow made it through, the marks it left on me will be visible for the rest of my life. I gained a degree, a master's degree in fact, but I lost so much more and yet compared to you, I was lucky.
I'm so relieved to be away from campus. As pretty as it was, it was always tainted by the 6-story grave that most people just knew as the maths building. For the last year or so, the main route around campus was changed to allow for more pedestrian areas, meaning every time I drove to campus I was forced to go right past that building. It didn't make me sad as such, more awoke a very primal hatred that made me want to get away from it as quickly as possible and yell "Fuck off! I hate you! You're disgusting!" (Don't worry Josh, I am aware it's pretty dumb to want a building to fuck off! But Monkey Brain doesn't think like that.)
I think it's kind of like when I was younger and living back in the house that had been flooded. I didn't realise quite how much I feared the rain until we moved away and I loved it again. I don't think I knew just how stifled and haunted I felt by the university campus, until I was away from it for good and realised I could breath again.
How the fuck was I there for four years, Josh? I'm a different person to the C that started there, the C that you met. I never felt like I had the full, typical uni student experience, but that doesn't mean I did nothing at all. Looking back, I did so much! I got drunk for the first time and the last and took care of so many drunk flatmates; I won the flat pool tournament; I joined the pride societies exec only a month after starting, despite not even being out back home. I went on my first date with a girl; met my current boyfriend of three years and started living as authentically me. I tried mixed netball and archery and wheelchair basketball; I auditioned for the university taskmaster; I made the most of the student cinema and even went to two showings of a film in one night (I think we can all agree that The Greatest Showman is...well pretty great). I went to a nightclub and unsurprisingly decided the SU rock nights were more my style; I played more laser quest than I ever did as a kid; I joined the musical theatre society and sang and danced despite my anxiety and atrocious coordination. I very nearly hit a tree after speeding down hills in a trolley; I won the flat screaming competition and I helped turn a flatmates entire bedroom upside-down (including the plug sockets). I tried yoga (it didn't cure me) and plenty of weird foods that I'd never heard of but "really aren't that posh"; I met people from all over the world; I made friends and at one time had an amazing little squad. I finally got to go to Eurovision party and a Halloween party; I stayed up far too late and learnt that I need at least four hours sleep to not drop off during lectures! I learnt that long-distance friendships can work; I learnt how to navigate all over the country on my own and I walked down the street dressed as Frank N Furter, in barely more than a corset and tights, in the middle of February. I power-walked to campus in just a hoodie and pyjamas past a tour of prospective students, only to miss a deadline by three minutes; I worked past my fear of rodents to get the three rat babies I have now. I hid from security in empty rooms late at night; lost so many pub quizzes and I learnt that the people from the Doctor Who society were some of the best company, so when I went to events it was never to watch the show.
I also learnt a lot of life lessons. I learnt that landlords will go to extreme lengths to try to keep your deposit but that they will see no problem leaving you without an oven for a month or without heating for three weeks in Winter. I learnt how to coexist with plants in the vents, black mold covering the ceiling and mushrooms growing out of the carpet. I learnt how to fight to get a deposit back; how to contact the council and to assert my rights as a tenant. I learnt how easily a crash can happen if just one person isn't paying attention; what happens when you ring 999 and that you really do talk total nonsense when in shock. I learnt to trust my gut when I knew I needed to see a doctor; that waiting lists are dangerously long and that you almost never get the healthcare you need without a fight. I learnt how it feels to be helpless and left to deteriorate; that trauma can trigger life-threatening, chronic health problems and that once you are disabled, people think your life has limited worth. I learnt that my university spends painfully little on student mental health support; how doctors deliver bad news and what it's like to lose a friend at 20 years old to suicide. I learnt that how to navigate grief while still taking exams; that spending time with the dead is often a lot more peaceful than with the living and what happens at a funeral. I learnt that when you make a complaint, there is no one else on your side; that the university cares more about its reputation than the actual service it provides and that my existence as a student beyond the fees I paid matters very little to the vast majority of university staff. I learnt that grief changes people and it's true that everyone deals with it differently; I learnt what it's like to see your group of friends fall apart in slow motion and that friends really can break your heart too. I learnt that academics will work you until you're on your knees so long as they get what they want; that sometimes begging for help isn't enough and what happens when you end up in A&E from self harm. I learnt that many people are unaware of how privileged they are; that many people will only care until it costs them something and that good friends are incredibly rare. And honestly? I learnt that life is a real, unfair bitch.
So I guess, after all that, it's no surprise that I'm a different person. I feel like I managed to age ten years, not four. And I mean, I'm glad for some of the life lessons because I know they'll help me later on but I can't help but wish I'd somehow learnt them another way. I don't know, Josh. University wasn't all bad, I met you for a start, but it also hurt me so badly. I'm so glad to be moving on. I wonder what I will learn at my new university; I wonder who I will be four years from now.
Love always, Josh,
C
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ethereallchan · 5 years ago
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A game we play - Han Jisung
Genre: Angst, fluff, College!au;enemy (or rivals) to lovers. not really a slow burn, but not that fast either. 
Pairing: Han Jisung x fem!reader feat best friend!Minho and Cousin/roommate!Changbin 
Word count: 16.4k 
Warning: Vivid depiction of one’s fear towards rain, language. 
Han Jisung hates you and the feeling is mutual. So when Minho offers both of his best friends to play a game, neither of them knows what exactly lies beneath his actual intention because love and hate is simply both sides of a coin that he easily flips.
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The train abruptly stopped in its track, prompting out a curse from your mouth. Your footing almost lost its balance but a quick reflect of your hand to the seat protected you from planting your face to the train’s floor and saved your dignity. The action earned you a couple of stares from the old couple that was seated on where your hand has held the grab. There wasn’t even any ounce of yourself that cared as your focus was entirely on the watch encircling your wrist, showing that you might’ve been late for your daily run to the coffee shop.
You were indeed, late. Your frowned lips turn into a scowl as you opened up the latest text  that Jisung has sent you. A picture of his hand holding a coffee cup with the background of your uni, the text read out, ‘guess who’s gonna give Minho his morning drink, alone?’
When you furiously texted him as how he was being so unfair because he lived in a walking distance to the uni while you had to take the train to even get to the nearest station of it, a speaker inside the train beeped. Your finger was just finished at pressing send when the notification came out.
“Good morning passengers, we regret to inform that there will be a slight delay to our arrival as–”
You didn’t even bother listening. Another text is typed out from your phone, informing your other friend that you would be late to your first class. There was a slight pause before you suspected that your other friend was probably already seated on the your class near Jisung and your suspicion was proven true as another text was sent to you from the man himself.
Fingers hovering on the notification, you heaved a breath before mentally preparing yourself to open it.
‘boohoo who’s late and not getting a stamp today????’ was the text with a picture of a stamped paper.
’Shut up you prick’
'A prick who’s one stamp richer than you so who’s the real winner here ;)’ the image of him smirking while typing the text was projected in your mind and there was nothing that you wanted in this world than to wipe that look in his face as soon as you could meet him.
But for now, your plotted revenge needs to be refrained as you stuck inside the stagnant train.
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When your professor has told you to make any kind of dance project in pairs, your mind has already decided on one person and one person only. Lee Minho was the prodigy when it comes to dancing, the said person was notoriously famous over getting inside the campus with nothing but his awards from dancing alone. Snatching a chance of having a duet with him meant that snatching an absolute 'A’ along with a guarantee of passing the class. Only fools could turned down the opportunity and you weren’t dumb. Minho was also one of your close friends so it would be an advantage for you to ask him to be your partner. Based on your latest meetings with him, you were positive that he was going to ask you the same thing.
Or so you thought.
By the time the bell rang, the conference hall has erupted into balls of words. Conversations were exchanged and cheers were easily thrown into the air. However, you stayed still on your chair and tidied up your belongings, not moving until most of the class has already exited the hall.
Slowly you made your way to Minho’s chair, his was five chairs on your right and you found that a small crowd has already gathered. There was no choice that he would be a top candidate to be picked, but you could hear his polite refusal to some people and it lit up a small fire of pride within yourself.
The crowd dissipated once one of them caught on seeing you, your presence alone emitting all the unsaid reasons of why Minho is refusing to be someone else’s duet partner. The man cracked a smile upon your arrival, a small nod of acknowledgement was also given.
“So, do you have anyone in mind as your duet partner?” You smirked, knowing damn well about what was his answer going to be.
“Well,–”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
Both Minho’s head and yours snapped out to the source of the voice, the owner tilting his head ever so slightly to stare at Minho. Even his voice itself irritated you to the bone and you couldn’t help but scoffed lightly while rolling your eyes. He ignored your act altogether, before adding “We talked about this last night, right?”
Han Jisung was one of Minho’s closest friend as both of them shared schools from elementary to university. There was no point in arguing that he definitely has more memories of Minho in his life compared to you, but your memories with Minho was, albeit fewer, were equally as indelible, like that time where he suggested that both of you should try auditioning for a stripper job since your monetary problem weren’t getting better (and how you both actually got the job, but that’s a story for another time). The problem with your relationship with Jisung was it somehow become a competition between both of you as you two fight each other for Minho’s favouritism.
Since Jisung was a music major instead of dance, he despised the time where you both would share stories about dance and all your adventures together in college. While you found it extremely revolting when the men would start reminiscing the old days and mentioned the names you had no idea who they were.
In short, both of the parties refused to share someone as their best friend. Also, neither parties refused to give up because they were extremely mulish as a character.
“You’re not even part of the dance major, Han.” Also the fact that the kid didn’t allow you to refer to him with nothing but his family name had kept you on edge from the very first time. It was like he didn’t even try to fake being a nice guy in your relationship. It seemed like he clearly stated, implicitly that he wouldn’t even try and get to know you even better. “In case you have no idea, we need to use both our legs and hands in dancing, gracefully and powerfully. I fail to see anything about grace and power from yourself. Except probably your power to ruin someone’s eardrums everytime you sing.”
Minho snickered a bit at that and earned a hard glare from the other man. Of course Minho wasn’t stupid, he knew about the rivalry bond between his two best friends and he somehow found it quite amusing. The constant bickering was something he always looked forward to when the two of you met.
“Excuse me? You call flailing your arms everywhere without details dancing? What’s next? Moving one beat too fast on your first showcase a talent, now?” Jisung gibed you about that one accident that almost cause you your scholarship, knowing damn well that it was your weakness. “Holy shit, at least the Dean won’t have to call my name with a speaker for the whole uni to know.”
Your eyes narrowed at him, fingernails digging at your own flesh out of rage. “That’s fucking dirty, Han.”
The other boy gave you a shrug and a smirk, “I’ve never said anything about playing it fair and square, babe.”
Before you could respond, Minho stood up. His arms outstretched between both of you, trying to calm his friends down. “Okay, let’s end it right here.” Whatever the things that going to come from either of your mouth won’t be all playful and enjoyable. “Let’s all go and grab some coffee, how about that?” He didn’t need to wait for the answer as he knew just how much the three of you liked the drink. After all, it was something he learn to love as a kid with Jisung and something that caused the bond between both of you were possible in the first place.
Minho walked ahead, leaving both of you to follow him but not before giving each other stinky faces consisted of crossed eyes and tongue stuck out.
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There was no conversation exchanged between the two of you as Minho forced you to sit on the table facing each other while he went to the counter and ordered for the three of you. Jisung lazily scrolled at his phone, nothing caught his attention as he simply wanted to avoid talking to you. It was proven to be in vain as you started to speak as he could feel his body heaved a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“Han, for god sake what the fuck were you doing?” You leaned forward to hiss at the boy, eyes darting to Minho to make sure that he couldn’t listen. “It’s a dance project!”
Jisung rolled his eyes at you, his body leaning backward to rest at the back of the chair. “I’m not stupid, I know. The thing is I also have a project that I need to work on from Professor Jung. We were told to make a song based on a collab from the other art faculty students. And it’s just fair that I asked Minho to be my partner.”
Your finger moved to pinch at the bridge of your nose, eyes closing. “So you’re going to make a song that the both of you are going to dance with?”
He shrugged at that, “See, you’re not that stupid at all.”
Eyes snapped open to glare at him, you paused for a while before asking him about whether he already asked Minho to be his partner. What you got as a response was simply a scoff and a raise of one of his eyebrows, like he was taunting you. “What do you think?” he said, and in that moment you knew that there was a huge chance of Minho not being your partner.
The man himself returned with your ordered drinks to the table and both of your attention diverted into helping him so that he won’t drop the drinks. Minho mumbled a quick thanks before sitting beside you, earning another scoff from Jisung. “So, I’m sure you guys are confused.” He started, carefully looking at the both of you.
“She maybe is, but I’m not. I know exactly who my partner is.” The boy in front of you sipped at his drink, and it took everything of you to not throw the drink on your hand to his face.
It’s not worth it, you thought to yourself, making mental notes of happy thoughts like the way they told you to do in those yoga dvds your mom always blasted on the speaker. get it together.
Beside you, Minho gave a slight chuckle. It might be a mistake on your hearing, but you noticed a hint of nervousness in it. “Yeah, about that, I might have made some mistake?” even he was unsure of his own sentence.
“What?” It was Jisung’s, the shock evident on his voice somehow made you feel happy inside. He was caught off guard, just like you but the difference was the way it caught both of you. There was a hope in you becoming Minho’s partner.
“Well, you see. I knew that I said yes to Jisung’s offer and we-” he gestured to you, “-had some kind of unsaid agreement when it comes to project. Since it’s unfair to both of you because you two are my best friends, I feel like we should start over again.”
You voiced out your confusion, and by the look of Jisung’s face, you voiced out his mind as well. “Start over? What do you mean?”
Minho took a sip of his drink before leaning back to his chair, “I don’t know, I feel like I need to make the decision of who’s going to be my partner a little more objective. Unbiased and all, you know? To make it fair. I just don’t want both of you to actually hate each other.”
Jisung snickered at that, but he didn’t say anything.
“My point is, a little friendly competition between the two of you wouldn’t hurt, right?“ He paused a bit to look at the reactions, and when he realized the only thing he got from both of his best friend’s was confusion, he continued, “The person who could be someone that is extremely helpful to me will win.”
“So,” you trailed off, nose scrunching as you processed what Minho just said, “You want us to be your servant?”
The boy laughed, “Not to that extent, you’re making me look bad. You know, a person that would be willing to be woken up in the middle of the night to watch a video of my cat, sort of stuff.”
Everyone was met by the complete silence after that before Jisung asked, “For how long? I mean the project is due in 2 month. At least mine is, I don’t know about yours.”
“Yeah, us is also the same and as much as I hate saying this,” you heaved a breath, head cocking towards the boy in front of you, “He’s right, we’re kinda tight on schedule.”
It was Minho’s turn to scoff at your words, “Jisung could make a dope song and you could make a choreography in less than a week. Don’t expect too low from yourself, I know you two could do well.”
Was it supposed to give you some kind of encouragement? You weren’t the most confident one when it comes to dancing thanks to the fear of messing up, the trauma of the first showcase still haunting you. There was always a sliver of doubt within your heart, a voice whispering that you would never be good enough, and for now the voice happily sang the tune of mockery, that it would be better for Minho to partnered up with Jisung as both were known as prodigies in their own talent. You were ready to voice out your intention of pulling out from this 'competition’ when you felt Jisung’s look bore into yours. His brown gaze held yours for a beat longer and sharper than it usually were, making you slightly nervous and immediately drank your drink to free yourself from the captive that was his eyes.
“Well we’re certainly in, right?” Jisung looked at you and at that time you wondered if he knew that you were avoiding his gaze, too occupied with your own thoughts that you stayed quiet. “Right, babe?” He pressed on, a smirk on his face.
You snapped at the nickname, a frown formed on your lips as you despised hearing the nickname rolled from his mouth. “Of fucking course.” You said, your insecurities flied off the window for a short while. Right now you only wanted him to lose. “When will we start?”
“Great! We could start tomorrow then.” The mastermind of the plan snickered before finishing up his drink, “Also I’ve been wanting to do this, so I hope you guys have your notebook or paper prepared because I want to give stamps to the person that I deem helpful for every task.”
You wanted to say something along the line of “what do you think we are? Kindergarten children?” But then decided on how both Jisung and your banter usually consisted of something very childish and small, maybe that was the reason why Minho was doing this.
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The only class that the three of you shared together despite Jisung’s different major was English, in which all students need to take. In the beginning of the school year, everyone could pick the schedule they wanted, however it was far too late to ask for a slightly late class as every class was already taken so the three of you took the first class in Tuesday. A morning class in which Minho would have to sit between the two of his best friends that would argue about everything.
For now, it’s a Tuesday’s morning class in which both of you raced to be the first person that would give Minho his daily dose of caffeine. The fact that your apartment’s location was a hindrance to the task never seemed to faze you as you would try your best to set an alarm earlier so that you would still stood the chance of buying the coffee. It was mostly you that was able to do so except for the fated day that the train betrayed your prevision of time.
You came late to the point where you only had five minutes of class remaining, with all eyes turned at you when the door to the lecture hall was opened. Trying hard to show that it didn’t bother you in any way (It did, extremely), you made your way to the professor with your eyes trained at her, your breath heaving from the result of running. The professor shot her look at you menacingly but it softened when you handed her the paper from the train to notify that you were late because of things that were outside of your control. She sighed before motioning you to sit, the only place left was the seat in the very front that would need you to strain your neck in order to look up to the presentation.
Silently thanking about the remaining time of the class, you complied. You didn’t even got the chance to properly laid out your stationery (which consisted only of a notebook and a pen) when the bell rang, signaling the end of the class. The situation was so comical that you couldn’t help but laugh, your hands covering your face to suppress the sound. Your mind wandered at how you ran so hard from the station only to arrive when the class ended not to mention how you failed at getting your stamp from Minho.
You could hear him approaching your seat along with Jisung, the former immediately sat on the vacant seat next to you. “All that running for nothing, huh?” He snickered, patting you on the head.
“Not to mention the failure of acquiring any stamps.” Jisung’s hand replaced Minho’s and there was a slight moment where you thought that maybe he was being nice before your the pats on your head turned into small jabs. Groaning, you caught his hand before glaring up, finding the smirk on the boy’s face. There was a small silence in which you tried to shot a witty comment before he beat you to it, “If you really want to hold my hand then you could’ve just said so.”
“In your fucking dreams, Han.” You let go on his hand in an instant, your eyes rolling before turning to face your best friend. “And why are you looking at us with those dreamy look? Cut it off, it’s creepy.”
Minho chuckled, shaking his head while running his hand through his hair. “Do you ever think of dating each–”
“No.” was a stern answer delivered by the both of you simultaneously and in that moment, you felt grateful that Jisung shared the same opinion. Minho’s hands shot up, feigning defeat as he shrugged.
“Okay, so I’ll take it you don’t want any chance on doubling your amount of stamps?”
Your ears perked up at the word ‘stamps’. For the last three weeks that was all you strive to acquire, whether it was from the video call from Minho late at night when his cats decided to play with him and he forced you to ‘appreciate’ them (you actually did, they were actually very cute) to bringing junk food to his apartment in the time when he least expected it. Those acts wasn’t new to you since you’ve done that long before the who stamps is involved, but now it felt satisfying to do it knowing that you would be rewarded in the end.
No matter how childish it was for the reward to be just stamps, you were content with it.
“Say what again?” You said, immediately interested.
There was a slight smirk on Minho’s face, “So I have an eye for this girl that I met on the studio, right? I asked her out on a date yesterday and she said yes!”
“Wasn’t she the one that slapped you on the first encounter?” Jisung snickered and you bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing alongside him. He was telling the truth, there was some sort of misunderstanding that happened between the both of them and you couldn’t help but wonder what kind of charm that he used to be able to melt her heart.
Staring at how Minho glared at Jisung before mumbling a quick, “It’s an accident, I’ve told you guys that already.”, you came to a realization that well, Minho sure had the charm and the genes that supported him to put people on their knees. You were glad that you were on his side and not those who he planned to 'charm’ who knows what he might do to these poor people?
“Anyway,” he continued, his ears slightly turning red at Jisung’s words. “I asked her out and I’d figured that it’ll be fun for you two to join us.”
Your jaw dropped upon hearing his idea, a chuckle leaving your lips before you could stop it. “You’re joking.” You said, hoping to find any trace of humour in Minho’s expression only to find none. “Wait, you’re serious? Like a double date kind of stuff?”
“Dead serious. You guys don’t need to have real feeling or anything, just pretend.”
You couldn’t believe at how he could suggest it without any difficulty at all. Did he not realize how your relationship with Jisung was plummeting down after the whole competition that he made? Your tongue was getting sharper around him and he could effortlessly annoy you in any way possible. There was no way that you were going to go outside, pretending that you could tolerate him moreover pretending to have an interest on making him your boyfriend when the first thing that you wanted to do every time you saw his face was to pour any drink you held to his shirt.
However the thought of getting the stamps when you succeeded, along with the idea of making fun of him if he refused to do this fake-date. To top that, maybe you would be able to find his weak spot, using it to your favor.
The determination was clear on your voice when you said, “Sure. Why not?” Resulting in a widened-eyes Minho, a small smirk was formed moments later. Jisung could do nothing but stare at you wordlessly, his eyes seemed like it would pop out in any moment. “What is it, Han? You’re scared of a small date?” Taunting him felt so satisfying, getting him to a speechless figure was a rare occasion and you weren’t going to let this small moment of victory slip away ever so easily.
His Adam apple bobbed as he stammered over his words, “Wh-what are you saying? You’re crazy.”
“Oh I get it!” You blink as if an idea just popped off from your mind, smirking as you grab the collar of his hoodie and yanked it down towards you with both of your faces inches apart. From this angle you could clearly felt how his breath ragged and his eyes focused on anywhere but yours upon the close proximity. Biting your lip, you taunted him even more “Are you scared of falling in love with me for real, Han?”
Silence followed your words before the corner of Jisung’s lip lifted up, his entire body shook as he attempted to hide his laughter. You were a little confused but there was no way you were backing down from this tough persona of yours so you continue to stare at him, waiting for his response. As if hearing your thought, he stopped to suppress his laugh as his brown eyes immediately stared at yours. His lips were formed to a smile, before his hand moved towards your nape and slowly decreasing the distance of you two.
It was your turn to have your breath hitched on your throat as your grip on his hoodie tightened. You fought the urge to close your eyes, wanting to hold on to a small trace of control you had left even though the situation belonged to Jisung’s control now. He angled your head so that he could place his mouth right beside your ear, his huff of breath sent shiver down your spine along with his next words.
“Be careful for what you wish for, babe. It could turn against you someday..”
You failed to realize his smirk as you weren’t even able to hide your sharp intake of breath when his following words were spoken, “Because once you do, there’s no turning back.”
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You blamed your punctuality on your habit to arrive the fastest to the university or at least, faster than Jisung.
When you arrived at the theme park at 10 am in the Saturday morning, you soon realized that the amount of people that came would prevent you to experience the whole attraction without the pain of queuing. Mentally you thanked yourself for not wearing any high heels today, courtesy of your roommate slash cousin’s advice as Changbin was experienced on taking girls to dates in the theme park and he knew exactly what their first mistake was when he saw their appearance.
“At least you would be able to feel both of your legs when the day’s over.” He said, and that was all you need to wear your favourite sneaker today.
It was a lie if you said that you randomly picked your clothes on today’s occasion. You’ve spent a good amount of time contemplating the entire content of your wardrobe before settling on a pair of jeans shorts and a crop top, completely different from your usual attire of jeans and shirt that you usually wear for college. Partially because you thought that the outfit was cute, partially because you wanted to see how Jisung reacts towards it.
You’d like to think that it was because you wished to see Jisung’s facade crumbled down upon seeing you in it, resulting you to easily lead him into his eventual demise of not getting the rest of the stamps thus lending Minho to you (and your passing of the class). But God forbid you from admitting that the small part of you wanted him to think that you looked cute.
After that words that he whispered on your ear, it felt like a challenge to either one of you to see which one that would succumb first. It seemed that both of you realized that successfully making the other to fall in love would be an express ticket into being partners with Minho. After all, it’s not a secret that love or crush is indeed a person’s greatest weakness.
The logic was pretty simple, on your mind. Make the other party to fall in love, dump them and have Minho as your partner and best friend for yourself. See, it was pretty easy if you stick onto the plan.
Your plan started to quiver, however with your sight catching Jisung on his attire. An all black attire of skinny jeans, t-shirt and shirt that he didn’t even bother to button had you gulping and your resolve crumbling. Despite having his sunglasses on with a black mask, you were still able to recognize him, a realization that caught you off guard.
It must’ve been illegal for Jisung to thread his hair because he once he did it, your heartbeat increased as you fished for your phone, front camera opened to check how red your cheek was. You knew that you wouldn’t be able to admit it verbally but you realized now that he was indeed, a very good looking guy if you stripped away the whole attitude he had towards you.
You stole a glance at him once again, texting the boy as you informed that you already arrived with an attached picture of him to expose your location. The message was seen almost immediately, him throwing a glance at your position afterwards. Both of your gaze met as he took off his glasses and walked towards you.
Pretending to ignore the effect he had on you, you busied yourself with your phone, scrolling whatever Instagram profile that you had previously seen all in favour of calming your erratic heart. Jisung arrived in front of you, coughing to catch your attention and frowned after you decided to ignore him. Swiftly he took away your phone from your grasp, eliciting a whine that the both of you didn’t expect to make.
His laugh afterwards made your cheek reddened as your embarrassment grew.
“Oh my god, why did you whine like a child? Are you going to throw a tantrum as well, now?” Jisung dangled your phone in front of your face as you glared at him.
“Cut it off, Han!” You swatted him on his chest, “Give it back!”
He giggled as if he just delivered the best joke in the world as he handed your phone back with a wink. “Come on, don’t be mad at me. We have a date today, remember?”
Your eyes rolled at his statement, snatching your phone as you put it back to your bag. “Thank you for reminding me the nauseate situation we are going to experience! Oh how I can’t wait to be disappointed at you becoming my date just like how my previous ones have failed me.”
“Damn, you really underestimate me in this whole date stuff, huh?” He scoffed in disbelief. “Look, you might have bad experience on dating before but don’t go ahead and generalize everyone, especially me. Why do you think I was so reluctant on doing this before?”
You frowned at his question, how would you know that? “I don’t know, smartass. Because you’re a coward?”
“No, baby.” Jisung smirked, his hand moving to your chin softly before tilting it upwards to stare at your eyes. “I don’t want you to be too comfortable and ends up falling for me.”
“Really?” You cocked your eyebrow. It felt like Dejavu, this whole situation both of you were in. You learned that you should never let him has the last word so you smiled at him, your words rolling smoothly from your lips but not before shortening the distance between the two of you. “Then make me.”
You relished on the sight of his eyes widening, clearly caught off guard by the boldness of your words. A giggle escaped from your lips as you turned away from him, catching a sight of Minho and his date in an ocean of people (how you could recognize him immediately was also one of your concern, you played it as because you guys see each other everyday) before waving them over to you. The both of them approached you after waving back and that was when you felt Jisung’s cold hand on the exposed skin of your waist, pulling you flush to his side.
“Babe?” Jisung’s voice was low as he whispered on your ear. You controlled your body’s tendency to shiver under his touch as you didn’t want him to see the effect he had on you after his action. In the moment you couldn’t even care less about the nickname that you usually despise from him. Something told you that he was going to use it a lot in today’s occasion.
Two could play in this game, you thought. “Yes, Han?”
“You will experience the best date of your life, that once you have another chance to go in a real date with someone else, you would think that nothing could top this fake date with me.”
You held back a smile. At least you would feel what you’ve never had on your previous ones? “Really, now?” Your voice trailed off before turning to face him as you encircled your hands on his neck. “You sure we could go a day without insulting each other? A day in which we won’t try to wipe each other’s existence?”
He smirked, both of his hands found their place on your hip as he rubbed small circles on the flesh. “The date is going to be so great that you’re going to forget that we’re supposed to hate each other in the end of the day.”
You smiled at that, “I’m looking forward to it, then.”
Minho was lying when he said that the day was going to be a double date as he was gone from both of your range of view after the four of you went to the accessory shop, getting the four of you head accessories to wear later onto the day because Jisung deemed that it was necessary for every single theme park date. You didn’t miss the way he would pat your head everytime you gushed over the cute characters, or how he took out his polaroid camera once you’ve settled on the accessory and wore it in front of the mirror.
Jisung snapped a picture of your side profile and despite your protests of him taking a picture when you weren’t ready, he opted to keep the Polaroid to himself.
“Han please I look ugly in that.” You frowned, hands on your hips like you were scolding a child. “If you promised that you’re going to be a good date then you’re not going to let anyone see this ugly side of me.”
He scoffed, “Please, a good date is when they find you cute despite you think that you’re ugly.”
“That’s not a good date that’s just being blind.”
Your date looked at you dead in the eye before signing dramatically, his hands in his right chest while clutching his shirt. “Love is blind sometimes.”
Your face contorted into a mix of disgust and shock but you couldn’t lie that it got your heart beating slightly faster, “Ugh what’s wrong with you and your cheesy remarks today.” Faking a shudder, you went on, “Where’s my usual Han went?”
Except that he didn’t focus on your question at all, his lips formed a smirk as he repeated a particular line, “Your Han?”
“Shut up!” Your hand moved up to swat his shoulder, cheeks flaring up before realizing that it was only both of you in this part of the shop. You looked around for a bit before concluding the fact that Minho and his date was no longer there in the shop. “You idiot, we lost Minho!”
Jisung’s dumb look was the last thing you saw before you took his hand in instinct and dragged him out from the shop after putting the accessory back.
You were queuing for Viking’s ride with Jisung behind you when Minho’s text popped from your notification. He explained that he lost both of you as well and it would be best to just meet up after the day’s over. Your furious typing of scolding him for leaving you with Jisung all alone was refrained when you felt a head resting on your shoulder.
“Han, get off my shoulder.” You shook your shoulder in attempt to get him off it but he didn’t budge. “You’re heavy, please.”
“Just let them be.” He mumbled and you needed to ask him to say it again because you didn’t quite know what he was saying and implying.
“I said let them be, you know? It’s their date after all. The first one, even. I’m sure they want to be alone in their date.” Jisung continued, his head didn’t move from its place at all. He mumbled again but you catch his words, even though you didn’t really understand the means behind it. “I know I do.”
The angry text stayed on your screen as you contemplated about the situation. He did have a point and you didn’t want to risk the chance of not obtaining the stamps in the end. After all, it was his idea, there was also a probability that he planned this beforehand. Your finger hovered over the delete button before touching it, quickly typing out another response and putting it back to your bag.
You missed the way Jisung smiled a little  upon the text that you had typed out, staying still at his position on your shoulder despite your attempt, only getting off when the both of you needed to move forward. When you two stopped walking however, he was back on his previous position and soon you gave up after your efforts were proven to be vain, opting to rest your head on his as you waited in the line.
'yeah okay have fun I guess.’
'hes not that bad anw’
Jisung had a habit that you were starting to realize, and that habit was him absentmindedly just taking your hand into his, enveloping it every time you two were walking. The way his touch lingered there even after he, despite momentarily released his hold got you missing on his warmth. To think that it was summer, missing someone else’s warmth was a bold thought but that was exactly what you were feeling.
He let go of your hand to read the pocket map that he carried, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he flicked his gaze from one attraction to another, hoping to find an interesting one. You used this opportunity to feast on his visual from the side without the fear of his snarky comments ruining the mood, although you should’ve known better than that.
“A picture will last longer, you know?” His look didn’t waver from the map, opting to just bite his lips in attempt to hide a chuckle threatening to spill.
You rolled your eyes, lips curving into a smile. “Well what could I say? My date is indeed quite handsome for today.” It was your turn to stifle a laugh as his ears reddened, getting embarrassed from your sudden compliment. “Only for today though.”
He shook his head in disbelief before folding down the map on his hand and taking yours. “Well my date has always been beautiful, and today’s no exception. So you can’t blame me for previously taking picture of her, right?” His smile mirrored yours before not giving you any time to answer, his hand already tugging for you to follow him.
You were glad for that, though. It was your turn to have your face flushed just like his ear a few moments ago.
If your plan for that day was to find something about Jisung that you could use to your own advantage, you were definitely failing as the only thing that you discover from him was how he was being such an amazing date.
In the night when both of you ordered a junk food from the restaurant as you sat on a bench beside each other, shoulders brushing, you couldn’t help but think about everything that had happened for today.
His hand was never absent from his agenda of holding yours, even as you complained at how sweaty both of your palms had become. Not to mention that one time when he left you alone because he was going to the bathroom and a group of boys immediately came to your spot as you calmly waited for him. You knew that you could stand your ground, but the number of boys overwhelmed you as you stuttered to answer their rapid questions. Before you could even collect yourself together and told them to back off, you could feel an arm snaking to your waist.
The exposed skin shivered under Jisung’s touch and as you turned your head to look at him, it shivered again for a completely different reason. You’ve never seen Jisung that angry before with his jaw clenched and eyes glared to them. It was a delightful feeling, knowing that you weren’t the end of the gaze that he was holding. He pulled you flush beside him, “Babe, you okay?” It was menacingly sweet, his tone. “These boys aren’t giving you a hard time, right?”
The boys shrugged before backing off, saying stuffs that you couldn’t even bother listening because now the only sound that you could hear was your heart thrumming inside of its cage and the only sensation that you could feel was his hand that was still in your waist.
You could feel his touch lingered there as he used both of his hands to check on you, making sure that you were fine. His hands stopped at your jaw, tilting your face to look at him as his eyes were glistening with worry and all trace of the previous anger nonexistent. “Are you really okay?” Jisung whispered, more to himself because he immediately pulled you into a hug. “God I can’t let anything happens to you. I’ve swore it on Minho.”
There was a way at how his scent intoxicated you as you buried yourself on the crook of his neck. His cologne weren’t supposed to stay with him this long after the walk under the sun but it did. Jisung smelled like vanilla with cinnamon, and in that moment you realized that it might be your favourite scent.
It was quiet, you were waiting for Minho and his date to finish. The artificial lake that you were facing and the soft neon light from the restaurant’s wall coaxed you into a pleasant atmosphere. “Apparently without your insults you’re a pretty decent guy, huh?” You said to him as you stared at the lake, your food long gone. “Your real date would’ve been lucky”
“I know.” He smirked proudly, his head turning to face you. “A handsome face with a lot of boyfriend characteristics fulfilled, my real date is going to be spoiled.”
Somehow at that moment you couldn’t even bring yourself to respond on his self inflating ego comment because deep within your heart you knew what he said was true. The fact that his real date was probably never going to be you somehow put you on a solemn mood, you were actually enjoying today’s date, as fake as it was supposed to be. Your rivalry was temporarily forgotten as you found yourself staring up at him. “Han?” You called, voice above a whisper.
Jisung blinked, his smirk melting off his face. “(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” His tone was laced with worry, and you were hoping that at the very least this part of his feeling was real. “Did I do something wrong?”
Your lips etched into a smile at the absence of the nickname he has been calling you all day, and before you could process how your body moved on its own, you gave him a quick kiss on his cheek. “I had a good time today, thank you.” There was no way that your cheek could be even redder than now, but it was already nighttime so you were glad that Jisung wouldn’t be able to see it. You rested your head on his shoulder afterwards, eyelids closing to enjoy the small time that you had left before Minho came and your so called date to be over.
You didn’t expect any response from Jisung except the snarky ones that you thought he’s going to give, a sentence full of ego as he would say something along the line of “I told you before, didn’t I?” since you were only doing that because you were grateful of the promise that he kept, so when you felt his hands taking yours, you definitely didn’t see that coming.
Even more when he brought your hand to his lips, kissing each of your knuckles softly before intertwining it together.
“I enjoyed it too. Very much.” You could feel him smiling from his gentle tone of his voice. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but this is probably the best date I’ve ever been, despite its fakeness.”
You frowned at that, your voice coming out before you realising it. “Don’t mention the fake thing, you’re ruining it.”
“So you wished that this was real then?” He was definitely smirking now.
“In your dreams, Han.”
But then maybe his claim on his reluctance of doing this fake date was true. Because looking down to your linked hands, you weren’t surprised to find that you wouldn’t mind this day to happen again. At that time, you decided that your plan has crumbled into pieces, that Jisung might have snatched your chance on doing the project with Minho.
The beat of your heart quickly accelerated as your mind took you to a scary possibility of why it was happening in the first place. That maybe, Han Jisung has placed himself within your heart, realization seeping into your veins distracted you to a level that had you barely listening to Jisung’s response to your statement.
“If that so, then I’m not waking up.”
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Something changed after that date, you quickly realized. Both of you were still in a rivalry state that the both of you were in before, but the insults decreased or if it was really said, it wasn’t to the point where either of you would be offended. Both the quantity and quality of it weakened, at least on your part it was almost non existent anymore.
You couldn’t brought yourself upon replying on his insults verbally, mostly you would opt to roll your eyes or scoff as you realized that you couldn’t reply to any of it. You had hoped that Jisung and Minho would both see it as your new strategy of winning the competition, the whole 'talk less do more’ mindset but then again the latter was your best friend, he could see right through that.
So when Minho came to your dorm uninvited with a box of pizza and bottles of cola, you knew that he was going to talk about something serious. Him and Changbin did a small talk as your roommate was preparing to go out and work on his music project. By the time the boys were done you had already slumped on your sofa, a slice of pizza on your hand as your feet dangled from the sofa’s arm. Minho watched as you turned on the TV and started to search for any good channel for quite some time before he gently grabbed the remote from your hand.
“I’m not here to watch tv.” He said, muting the current channel. “I came here to talk.”
Rolling your eyes, you bit back a laugh. “No shit, Sherlock. We all know that you have something in your mind everytime you visit me.”
Minho smiled at that, “Well you’re laughing now so I guess I shouldn’t be too worried.”
“Spit it out, Minho.” You refused to make eye contact with him, eyes trained upon an episode of MasterChef. Your first slice of pizza were finished and you learned forward to grab another one, “Address the elephant of the room, whatever.”
It was more of a joke, on your part, really. You clearly didn’t expect him to say it ever so bluntly when you bite onto the junk food, “You have a crush on Jisung.”
You choked.
The cough that you let out was plenty as you had troubles in breathing. Minho was quick to hand you the nearest bottle of soda before bolting to the kitchen and took a water bottle in case you needed it. Immediately you gulped down the soda, the carbon burned on the back of your throat but it gave a way for the piece of pizza stuck there to be gone into your stomach.
Your breath heaved for a few moment as Minho rubbed your back, constantly asking if you’re okay and you gave him a thumbs up. All was quiet safe for your breathing before you said in a small voice, “I lost, am I?”
Your best friend’s gaze softened at your words, still rubbing your back this time for your emotional reassurance. “No, well not yet at least. You still got three more days.”
A groan escaped your lips as you buried your face on your hand. “I’m an idiot, am I? I told myself to make him fall for me and then it was actually the other way around.” You huffed, heads shaking as you finally confessed it to someone else rather than your mirror. “I used to hate him with all my heart and then one damned date changed everything.”
“You do realize that you said to me that he–” Minho air quoted it “was pretty cute without his mouth running around ruining his visual when I first introduced both of you? I’d say that you actually had a small crush already, the whole date just further strengthens it.”
“I do.” You mumbled, face still buried. “I just can’t believe that I’m falling for someone that couldn’t even stand me. The whole date was close to something like a skit. He was just playing his part as a charming enemy and I fell for that.”
Minho scoffed, “How do you know that it’s not his real character?”
“Because I know Han, and his attitude towards me in daily life is a hundred and eighty degrees of difference!”
“You don’t know him.” There was softness in Minho’s tone that got you peeked a bit to see his expression. “Both of you just started off in a wrong direction.”
You opted to stay quiet as you felt like there was no answer needed for that statement. Maybe Minho was right, if only he wasn’t being such an asshole in your first encounter you would’ve find yourself being friends with him already or perhaps more. There was a seed of hope in your heart that you let it died down upon experiencing his behaviour towards you, one that hoped that you would at least be in a good relationship with him.
The whole date just watered down the seed and now it was growing rapidly, its root finding their way to your heart and planted themselves there. You knew that it was stupid of you, to fall in love with someone that could use your feelings to their advantage. The one that could laugh on your face and humiliate you after you confessed at him, saying how he has managed to fool you into thinking that he will reciprocate whatever it is that you’re feeling.
Maybe it was one of his acts, a genius plan on his side that he carefully thought of. Incorporating your emotions into his final piece of the puzzle because let’s face it, Han Jisung would play dirty if he deemed it necessary. He said it himself.
But the hope that rooted itself in your heart has given you faith on him. If believing on Han Jisung that he wouldn’t make fun of you and your feelings were too crazy for your logic, at least you were putting your beliefs at Minho. He wouldn’t let his best friend getting hurt moreover letting his other best friend be a reason behind your pain. Minho wouldn’t befriended him if he was such a douche, too.
You sighed, taking another piece of pizza as you felt Minho’s gaze on your actions. “You know what?” you began, voice a little shaken and muffled after you ate it. “I may be saying the stupidest thing I’ve ever said now–”
Minho snickered at that, cutting you off. “That’s a hard title to beat, remember the summer when we went to our first party? You were crying as you brought the fish from the aquarium to the pool because you were scared that they wouldn’t breathe in the fresh water.”
He could feel your glare all over him but it didn’t stop his words, “Come on, it won’t be that bad, will it?”
“I was drunk, dumbass.” You bit a laugh when you watch him squirmed after you repeatedly poke his ribs. “Now are you going to let me say it or what?”
“Yeah only if you stop doing it!” He sounded so annoyed that you couldn’t hold the urge to tease him more so you poke him again. Soon it ended up with poke fights and continued down to tickle fights as you both fought on the couch. Both of you were breathless after a few minutes, limbs tangled with one another as you struggled to catch your breath and laugh in the same time. You were on top of Minho, your ear rested comfortably on his chest. It was probably very hard on Minho since you were basically crushing his lungs but he made no move on removing you, and for a while that was the only position you were both in.
You found your voice, albeit gravelly. “I’m forfeiting myself from this game. Go ahead, be his partner then.”
“And why are you giving up so easily? You have three more days before it’s over.”
Your laugh came out breathier than you expected, your head shaking. “In your game, yeah. In mine, it was already over the moment I saw him in that theme park.”
Minho chuckled at that. “I don’t want to say anything, but you two have more similarities than you know.” A smile followed suit, his hand came down to ruffle your hair. “FIne, but you still need to come for the last meeting when I declare the winner.”
It was a lie on your part if you said that you weren’t an inch curious about the meaning in the first part of Minho’s sentence was about. But you gulped it down, only hoping that it wasn’t anything bad. “Yeah, sure. You’re paying?”
“Yup. Now are we gonna finish this pizza or what?”
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It was raining hard and Changbin weren’t home.
Ever since you were little, storm and big rains were something that you despised. You couldn’t bear hearing the loud rattle of thunder and the sounds of water violently hitting the ground. Lighting gave you anxieties as you were scared that after that flash of light was gone, you would find something else staring at you. Everything was suffocating, in your opinion. The sounds of rain seemed like it slowly cornered you and you felt as if it was trying to drown you. In short, you hated them.
Changbin, figured your fear of rain ever since you were still a pre-pubescent teenager when you spent a night on his house. He was working on some school’s project so he didn’t really need sleep in that time of the night, hence the reason why he let you into his room when he found you crying while clutching onto your pillow. He let you slept on his bed that night and he opted to sleep on the desk instead. Your fear was also part of the reason why your parents wanted him as your roommate so that you could always have someone that knew about your fear and were willing to accompany you during the time it got bad.
It became a habit every time a huge storm happened. It was either you sleeping on his room or vice versa, with an air mattress getting dragged into either rooms so thet the other could sleep on it. You were forever grateful that he was willing to sacrifice a small part of his precious sleep time (or his producing time) to your comfort.
This time, however was different as Changbin were absent from your shared apartment.
He had told you that he was going to his aunt’s house from his mother’s family for dinner but he would be back before 9 because his aunt would told him to clean around the house as well. The first rumble caught you off guard when you were reading as its sound was deafening, causing you to reflectively closed your eardrums and froze as you stare at the floor. You swore that you could feel the floor of your apartment shook lightly under the massive power before you hurriedly messaged him, informing that a storm might’ve come on his way and for him to be careful to not get caught in the rain.
Changbin didn’t reply after roughly half an hour, when the rain started to pour.
‘Sorry I didn’t see your message lol too busy with the dishes’
‘It’s raining quite hard here but I think it’ll be over soon’
‘My friend is going to come to the apartment and we’re supposed to have a brainstorming session together so I hope you don’t mind’
It wasn’t a surprise that your roommate would have others come to your shared apartment for lots of stuffs. Sometimes it was a productive session, sometimes it would be just them playing games in his room. He always invited them when you were not around, so it was the first time for you to actually meet Changbin’s friend. After all, the both of you didn’t really interact outside of the apartment ever since you both went to college except for family occasions courtesy to the different major that you both took since Changbin was a music major.
Which reminded you to a fellow music major student that couldn’t escape from your mind lately. You sighed, your earbuds shoved in your ear to drown out the noise of the rain. It was getting better for you to deal with the sounds of rain especially the small ones like now, but certainly not the lighting and its friends. Still a long way to go for you, but it was an improvement.
‘Ok, I hope your friend ate already though bc I finished the whole chicken we had’
You stared at the ceiling after you texted him that, a melody of a song that you were planning to use in your project flowed freely inside of your ear, shadows of choreography formed in the darkness when you closed your eyes. It wasn’t long before the song ends and you were awakened from your trance upon the rapid sound of your doorbells. Groaning, you rolled on your stomach on the couch before rolling your eyes and starts dashing towards the door.
The sounds of the bell didn’t stop even when you screamed out, “Coming!” Fumbling with the keys, you grit your teeth as you struggled to open the door with the noise. “Hi, you must be Changbin’s—” words died down on your throat as your eyes fell upon your guest’s. “H-han?”
Jisung’s eyes were blown wide and his jaw dropped. It took a few moments for him to shook his head and stammered a “No shit, (Y/N)? What are you doing on Changbin’s apartment?” as he eyed you up and down before realization dawned on him, “W-wait, you guys are dating, or something?”
“Ew, No!” You were quick to object, disgust was written all over your face. “We’re literally cousins! Our parents wanted us to become roommates for.. reasons.” It was when you noticed his wet appearance and droplets of water that fell down from his hair. “Jeez why are you so wet? Come in.”
You opened the door wider for him to walk inside, your heart hammering behind your ribs. “I-I’ll get you some towel, or something. Just sit wherever.” Jisung nodded silently, opting on sitting on your kitchen’s stool as he watched you disappear to the bathroom before coming back with a fresh towel. “Here, use this.” handing him the towel, you prayed that your hand didn’t shake from the adrenaline.
It did, but either Jisung didn’t notice it or he pretended not to because he didn’t address it. He mumbled a thank you before wiping his wet hair with you awkwardly sitting on the couch, busying yourself with the book you left almost half an hour ago. “So,” Jisung began, slightly coughing. “You live with Changbin, huh? Can’t believe that you exist to snatch my friends away all the time.”
And the annoying Jisung was back again. So much for the guy that you fell for.  “Is this about you and your jealousy again? Because I’ve had enough of it with Minho.” You rolled your eyes, leaning back to the couch. “Anyway, isn’t it the other way around since the fact that I knew him ever since he was so little? I knew him first, Han. The difference is, I’m not going to be a baby and wail about how you’re ‘stealing’ my cousin from me.”
He didn’t really pay attention to the second part of your statement once he heard you mentioning Minho, his feet tapping the floor repeatedly as if he was considering something. “Did he…” Jisung was nervous, you could tell from his voice that lacked the confidence and playful tone but from what, you didn’t know. “I mean did he say anything about the game?”
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “What do you mean? Like the one who win and all? I thought that he’s going to announce it in the day after tomorrow? ” You left out the part that you forfeited from the game as you didn’t want him to clown you right now. He might as well did that when he was crowned as the winner, anyway.
At the sight of your puzzled face, he sighed. “I see. Well, nevermind.” Jisung plugged his earphones in and you figured out that that was your cue to stop conversing with him.
You two ended up not saying anything for the rest of the night, him busying himself with his phone and you with your book. Well, at least he was being very serious about it while you were totally losing your focus on reading because you were too busy stealing glances to the boy. From your place, you could see the way his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his lips pursued as he stared at his phone. Not to mention his half-wet hair that has gotten messier from his hands that ran through it. Your heartbeat increased as he did it again.
He was indeed handsome, you’ve admitted to that fact long ago but there was something about being together alone with the boy that got you to think that he has gotten more handsome and cooler, for some reason. Whatever that was, you hoped that he didn’t notice your staring or else you knew that there won’t be any end to his teasing.
The intensity of the rain increased as the night went on, and you were planning to check on Changbin when Jisung read out the text he got, “Uh, Changbin said that he couldn’t make it back. The storm was very big so he decided to stay on his aunt’s house.”
Realization dawned upon you in the mention of Changbin not being able to be your companion on this stormy night. You could feel your eyes watered and your lips trembled in fear of getting through the night all by yourself. Your vision blurred, and it wasn’t until you could see a dot of tear that fell on your book that you realized that you were crying.  Biting your lips to stop it from trembling, you wiped the tears on your eyes. You looked at Jisung only to found him already staring, his expression laced with confusion and worry but before he could ask you what’s wrong, you immediately shut him out.
“I’m going to sleep,” you blurted out, voice small and barely cracking. “It’s raining now so I guess you could sleep in Changbin’s room, whatever. You’ll get sick if you go home in this weather.” Hurriedly you close your books, standing up before bolting out to your room.
“(Y/N)?” He stood up from his seat, slowly approaching you before stopping after seeing your glossy eyes. There was hesitance in his actions, like he didn’t know what he has to do but he knew that he has to calm you, somehow.
“I’m–” you trailed off, stopping before the door to your room. Fidgeting with your toes, you tried to control your breathing before calling out in a small voice, “I’m fine–it’s not your fault.”
You entered the room, leaving Jisung and hopefully your fear on the living room.
You were wide awake in the middle of the night under the sound of the intense pouring of the rain. Agonized over the worry that when you close your eyes, you’d wake up with your room filled with water from the rain as it slowly increased in height, eventually drowning you. From the lighting and the loud rattle from thunder, you avoided them all as you buried yourself under the safety of your blanket. Suffocation was worth it when you finally gathered enough courage to close your eyes. At least that was what you were thinking until you found yourself gasping for air once a nightmare consisted of you drowning attacked your subconscious mind.
Sitting up on your bed, your eyes darted to the clock right above your desk. It was barely 2 am which meant that you were able to sleep for no less than an hour, a number too little compared to the time you spent actually trying to sleep in the first place. The rain’s intensity didn’t waver for one bit and you actually believed that it was getting even crazier. A flash of light couldn’t prepare you from the loudest rattle that you’ve heard for as long as you could remember, its sound made it seemed like the sky was tearing itself apart continuously with a loud rumble that sounded like a chuckle from Zeus himself.
You could make out a faint siren of a car’s alarm beneath a loud ringing from your ears as you tasted blood on your lips. Before your mind even processed on what you were trying to do, you swung your legs outside your bed, slightly running to open the door without even closing it to your roommate’s room. You knew that it wasn’t Changbin that slept there but you were so desperate for a company or something to distract yourself from your paranoia that you found yourself knocking the door repeatedly, hot tears streaming down your face as you called, downright pleading for his name.
The said boy opened the door with an intention to be angry as every other human being was when their sleep was disturbed, but all anger dissipated as his eyes were blown wide upon seeing your vulnerable form in front of him. He almost didn’t have the time to properly analyze your face as your hands immediately clutched to his sides, anchoring themselves there while you buried your face on his chest, your wails muffled by the fabric of his sweatshirt. Jisung could feel fear radiating off from your body and the thought of you having to deal with this on your own a few hours ago shattered his heart. He tried to soothe your trembling form by wrapping his arms on your body, gently rubbing it on your sides as he left small kisses on the crown of your head.
“Hey, I’m here now. It’s okay.” He would mumble every so often. “You’re safe with me.” And the boy meant it with every inch of his being.
The both of you stayed in that position until your wails decreased into sobs and the tremor of your body wavered. The sound of cloudburst outside were still very much audible but you forced yourself to focus on Jisung’s mumble of sweet nothings on your ear. It was comforting and you realized that you wouldn’t mind it to happen again. After calming down, you dared yourself to look up from his chest only to find his face inches away from you.
Your breath hitched on your throat as you were suddenly insecure about how much of a mess your state was. Your nose were running, you bet that both of your eyes were red because of your crying and how your lips must’ve swell from all the previous lip biting to suppress your fear. Insecurity came a moment too late but before you could bury your face again on his chest his hands already found its way to your cheek, gently wiping away some of your tears. There was a soft smile on his lips, but you were able to see the worry reflected on his eyes. “Hi there.” Jisung whispered.
You had no idea why your brain couldn’t form any sentence at all, but fortunately Jisung didn’t wait for any reply. “Feeling better, now?” He asked.
“A bit.” It was a soft whisper, but the proximity allowed him to hear what you were saying.
“Do you need anything? Drink, perhaps?” You shook your head at that, “Well, what do you want, then?”
Before you could stop yourself you blurted out, “Sleep with me, please.”
It was a second later that you realized that your words could meant something else entirely. Your cheeks warmed out at that, ready to explain yourself but you didn’t need to worry about his teasing because he nodded. “Okay. Your room or Changbin’s?”
“Mine?”
“Alright.”
You missed his warmth as soon as you released your hold at him, but the hand that linked the both of you could suffice for that. For a second, your mind went back to that theme park date. He closed your door once the both of you were already inside your room and you tugged on his hand, motioning him to follow you as you sat on the edge of the bed.
“I’m…sorry for your sweatshirt.” There was a wet patch formed out of your tears (and snot, probably) on his clothes, you noticed. “I’ll clean it up later.”
Jisung chuckled at your thought, he didn’t even realize it as he was too busy on making sure that you were okay. “No need to do it, it’s fine.”
“I insist.” You pouted, looking up at him and then he realized that there was no way that he could win against that. Instead he sighed, signaling you to move aside to give him a space on your bed before taking off his sweatshirt.
You didn’t press onto the matter, but you swore that you were going to clean it later. Your legs slipped beneath the blanket as you made yourself comfortable, waiting for Jisung to do the same when the deafening thunder came again. The immediate reaction from your body caused you to flinch before covering both of your ear as you closed your eyes, teeth gnawed onto your bottom lip fiercely. Not too long however, you found Jisung’s arms wrapped on you just like it did a few moments ago. You welcomed the warmth he offered gratefully.
“Let’s just sleep, okay? I’ll always be here.” He said afterwards, slowly laying the both of you down on the bed from your previous positions of sitting down. You let your hands down from your ear as you bring it in front of you to clutch on his shirt and his still wrapped on your body. Daring your eyes to look up, you found him already staring at you as heat spread across your face. However you couldn’t let your gaze stray away from his before he leaned in to give your forehead a kiss. “Always.”
The rain was loud but your heartbeat was louder.
[]
The first thing that you noticed was how the sun was shining very brightly that morning.
The second thing you noticed was how the rain has stopped on pouring now.
Third and final thing you noticed? How someone’s breath was tickling the back of your neck and this supposed person had their arm draped on your waist. It felt nice, you thought. The comfort of everything caused you to close your eyes again, ready to steal some sleep back.
Wait, you thought again, eyes snapped open. Changbin never cuddled with you.
You fought the urge to scream, thinking how you got yourself a stranger that had the audacity to cuddle with you on your sleep. After mentally preparing yourself to face the said stranger, you turned around with an annoyed look on your face. What you saw, however, got your expression softened right in an instant. A familiar scent of vanilla and cinnamon intoxicated your nose.
Right, he’s here.
Jisung has both of his eyes closed as he was breathing steadily, his lips ajar. The sun gave an impression that he was glowing beneath it, like he was some sort of angel that came from the heaven above. But then again considering the action he did last night, maybe he was. You couldn’t help but brush away the hair from his eyes, fingers twirling on the soft brown locks. He looked so peaceful this way, so beautiful in a way that you were beginning to question what did you do in your past life to deserve such sight presented right on your face.
“I could get used to this.” He smirked despite having his eyes closed still. This punk was pretending to be asleep this whole time? That’s very Han Jisung of him.
You scoffed, pulling your hand back from his hair. “Don’t. it’s a one time thing.” Obviously you lied, but you wanted him to know that. You hoped that your tone was playful enough that he knew you were lying.
“Sure you don’t.” Jisung opened his eyes to see if you were serious and immediately relieved when he was faced with your smiling face. He reciprocated it. “Since the next time we’re staying in the same bed, cuddling wouldn’t be the only thing we’re doing.”
Heat rapidly crept on your cheek before you swat his chest lightly on repeat. “you pervert! It’s not even 8 am!”
Jisung let you hit him freely as he was still too sleepy. “Why?? I was planning for a movie night!” you stopped hitting him at that, your eyes widened and your cheeks got even more red, if possible. The boy caught your speechless expression and a smirk sneaked its way back to his lips. “Unless our (y/n) has something else on her mind?”
“Shut up.” You mumbled, turning away from him so he couldn’t see your embarrassed face. He laughed at that, the hand on your waist pulled you a bit closer to him and then you could feel his breath on your nape again. “We’re supposed to hate each other.” you were glad your voice didn’t waver from the proximity.
Jisung lightly hummed at your words, like he was contemplating about something. “You really hated me that much?”
“Excuse me? I was actually looking forward to know my best friend’s childhood friend and then when you first met me you didn’t even let me shook your hand! You barely paid any attention to me and only focused on Minho while repeatedly interrupting my conversation with him!” You turned around again so you could face him, “After that, it was an endless banter between the both of us because hey, I actually don’t want you to feel like you’re the only one with the power!”
The boy in front of you went quiet after your outburst. “You were the one that hated on me first.” you added quietly, “I still don’t know the reason why you’d do that.”
The atmosphere was suddenly tense, all trace of previous playfulness dissipated to thin air. You waited for his response with bated breath, because despite having a crush on him (or falling for him, whatever you prefer to call your emotion) you still needed to know the reason behind his treatment on you.
Jisung laid on his back, sighing. His gaze was fixed to your ceiling as he tried to place the sentences he’s about to say together without sounding like he was stupid. “If I tell you, it still won’t justify my actions.” he finally said, “What I did to you was horrible and stupid, it’s just downright childish.”
“I don’t need your actions to be justified.” You said, “But I need to know why.”
“You’re going to hate me even more.”
“Try me.”
Jisung sighed again, the top of his ears turned slightly red. “You know how middle school students act in front of their crushes, right?” He didn’t dare to look at your expression but the lack of a response probably meant that it was one of a confusion. “Well, they kinda didn’t know how to act. And eventually embarrassed themselves, or making their crushes misunderstand their intention.”
“Okay? And the connection is?” You trailed off as you were genuinely confused.
The top of his ears turned even redder but he forced himself to stare at your eyes. “I’ve always liked you. And I was such an idiot because you thought the opposite.”
You were quiet, your mind was working its gears to understand his words. After a while, you found that you couldn’t say anything but a “You’re being ridiculous!” while shaking your head. “H-how? I mean What? Why? Huh?”
He needed to stop himself from laughing over how your expression was a morph of confusion and shock. So he took it upon himself to explain, “I think I’ve been liking you from the first showcase performance that you did–”
“The one where I almost lost my scholarship? You made fun of me because of it!”
“Yes, and I regret that everyday!” He bit his lip when the memory of your expression after he did it came to his mind. “I just came to cheer on Minho and then I saw you. Not going to lie, I couldn’t even pay any attention to Minho after that, which got him kinda annoyed before I said that I was looking at you the whole time. He then casually said that you were his first friend in campus and I was very jealous because of it.”
A chuckle slipped from your lips before you could even stop it, “Why were you even jealous?”
Jisung frowned, “I figured probably I wouldn’t have any chance since well, Minho is Minho. You know how charming that guy could be. I’m not even close to his level per se.” He shook his head, “And yeah I continued to stay quiet about this feeling since well, I decided that I wouldn’t stand a chance and we probably won’t have our path crossed at all.”
“Let me guess, Minho knew about it?”
The boy sighed again for the nth time in the morning, “He did. That punk teased me about it all the time about how I was being a coward and won’t ‘man up’ to get to know you so I, in my embarrassed and unwise state of being, said that he should introduce me to you. Minho said yes and that was the backstory of our first meeting.”
You hummed at his words, cheeks reddening out of his confession that he actually liked you even when you didn’t even know he existed yet. He was right about how it couldn’t justify his action towards you but you were glad that it wasn’t anything major nonetheless. You thought that he wouldn’t say anything else until he mumbled about something you didn’t quite catch.
“What?”
“I said,” He turned so he could face you, the gap between your faces were small. There was a hint of worry on the glint of his eyes, “Say something. You’re killing me here.”
You giggled at the idea of the Han Jisung worrying about the words that you’re going to say. “Still don’t understand the reason why you don’t want to shake your crush’s hand in the first meeting though.”
He covered his face with his hands, groaning. “I was an idiot, I told you.”
“Well, elaborate.”
“Let’s just say that you were so cute that day and I couldn’t believe I was seeing you so close so I lost a couple of my brain cells.”
“A couple? You kept on interrupting me, too! What about the whole thing of making fun of me and being rude? ”
“Okay, maybe most of them. Also my mind–mind you, it was dumb–thought that I should make a good first impression, but then I didn’t even shake your hand so I figured that I should at least have something you’d remember me as. So yeah, I pissed you off but at least you remember my name, right?“
You furrowed your eyebrows, "So instead of apologizing you just went on with the character of you hating me? Han Jisung you really are stupid.”
“That bit is true.” He peeked through the crack of his fingers, “Want to know what’s even stupider?”
You simply nodded.
“I was actually the one that suggested Minho to left both of us alone at the theme park. So it would feel like a real date for the both of us, you know? I mean at least if I lose the bet, i would still have a memory of you. Or us.” He paused to let out a breath, “No matter how fake it was.”
There was a smile on your lips without you even knowing it upon hearing that. “I actually have something to say too.” You heaved a breath, trying to hide how amused you were from watching how his eyes has gotten wider to your statement.
“Two days ago I told Minho that I quit this game.” You bit your lip, debating on whether you’re going to tell him the reason or not and decided to keep it for later. “You want to know what he said?”
Jisung was more curious on your first statement rather than your question but he held it back, opting to nod instead. “Well,” You began, “He said that we have more similarities than what we actually thought. I didn’t know what he meant by that back then but maybe I know it now.” a chuckle slipped from your lips to mask your preparation of saying the next words.
You could feel your heartbeat increased and how the blood rushed to the apple of your cheeks when you wanted to say it. But then again all words died on your tongue as you felt yourself getting suffocated from Jisung’s intense gaze at your eyes. Your mind went back to the day when Minho offered the game to the both of you. When he stared at you with the same intensity that got you feeling so fragile, out in the open for everyone to read. 
Back then you could easily ran from it with a sip of coffee, staring away into the distance that was anything except his eyes but today, you couldn’t do anything about it and you were forced to return the stare albeit with a weaker intensity before you tried to cower from his, only to met his lips before it flicked up to his eyes again.
He did the same.
“Stop me if you don’t want it.” Jisung whispered, slowly leaning in. His hand shot up to hold your cheek but he didn’t do anything just yet as he simply stared at you. That was when you realized that the tension was way too thick for you, the boy was way too ethereal and you wanted nothing but his lips on yours as soon as possible. So you close your eyes and closed the gap.
Kissing Jisung was something that you never thought would be able to do. It was just a flash of thought in daylights (or sometimes, at night) that you immediately shoved back to the back of your mind with an erratic heart and red cheeks because it was crazy. He didn’t like you. Jisung was nice to you at the theme park because he wanted to see you break beneath him. He would use your feelings against you and you swore to never let him see the faintest part of that.
But then again it was his lips that was kissing you right now. It was his hand on your cheek that tried to pull you closer to him even when it was physically impossible and it was your hand that clutched into his shirt because of the serotonin on your neurotic system because holy fuck you were kissing the Han Jisung, your sworn rival slash crush and holy fuck was he good at it.
He got confident for a second after he realized that it was you that kissed him first, his lips moving against yours in a way that got your toes curled out of excitement. There was a smile on Jisung’s lips once he pulled back and saw your lips chasing his. “Sorry, you were saying?” there was cockiness at his tone, but it was delivered ever so playfully that got you swatting lightly to his shirt.
And then it hit you. The stare that Jisung gave you was the one that he did when he tried to read you, attempting to dive into that complex mind of yours but also a stare he gave when he wanted to try something that he hoped won’t cross the boundary to help. Once when he noticed your insecurity over your own talent that you started to doubt whether you deserve to be Minho’s partner or not, and now when he knew that it was hard for you to express your feelings so he decided to help you out through the act of kissing.
Oddly enough, it worked. You didn’t mind at all.
“I think I like you, Han Jisung.” You whispered, watching how his face lit up and reddened even more after the kiss. “You win. You could be Minho’s partner now.”
“No.” He said, moving from his position so that now he hovered above you with a smile on his face, both of his hands supporting his weight on either side of your head. “You’re crazy if you think that I’ve won because I forfeited first from the game, hence the reason he said the both of us were actually more similar than we thought we were.”
Your eyes widened but before you could voiced out your shock, he gave you a lingering kiss on your forehead. “You won, (y/n). You’ve won the game, but more importantly, you’ve won my heart and probably my soul but hey, you already did it on that first showcase.”
“But now that I think about it,” Jisung trailed off, his gaze flickered on your lips again before staring back at yours with such ardor you felt your heart could burst. “I have my crush confessed that my feeling is reciprocated and I just kissed her so I think I win, too.”
You giggled, biting your lip as you cup his cheeks. “I think your crush wanted you to kiss her again.”
“Well with this lips of mine, that’s not a surprise.” He smirked and you rolled your eyes, groaning.
“On second thought,” You pushed him back lightly and he fell back to the mattress with furrowed brows, “I think I’ll brush my teeth instead because let’s face it. We’re both happy and all but that doesn’t stop our breath from being stinks.”
Jisung laughed at that, and you were looking forward to hear it more often. “Okay, princess. Let’s go.”
You liked that nickname better than his previous ones, but you didn’t want him to know it just yet so you hurriedly make your way to your bathroom with him following you close behind. After brushing both of your teeth you found yourself sitting on the bathroom counter and a confused Jisung staring at you.
“Kiss your girlfriend, you dumb.” You said, cheeks flaring.
He smirked, positioning himself between your legs with his hands on your hips. “Ooh, eager aren’t we? Are we really a thing now?”
“You should really kiss me before I change my mind.”
And kiss you he did. His lips captured yours sweetly, almost innocently and you enjoyed the way his hands rubbed soothing circles on your hips before you accidentally pulled on his hair a little harder that brought out a groan from him. Jisung pulled back before staring at your eyes, catching his breath. “Princess, if you do that again, I’m not going to be able to control myself.”
“Then don’t.” Was all you whispered before pulling him back to you. He smiled onto the kiss before pulling your body closer to him that prompted out a gasp from your lips, allowing him to slip his tongue in. You couldn’t help but tug on his roots and curled your toes from his kiss that lit up a fire on the pit inside your belly, making you feel light-headed and dizzy in all the best way.
You wanted to kiss him forever but the both of you were just mortals that needed air to breathe so you pulled back reluctantly, both of your breaths mingled into thin air as your foreheads touched. “I like you, Han.” You confessed again, enjoying the way he bit his lip shyly before giving you another peck. And another.
There was nothing but pure adoration and affection on his eyes. You believed that yours mirrored his, too. “You do realize you can call me Jisung, right?”
You hummed, pretending to contemplate his offer before shaking your head sheepishly. “No. I get used to it already and besides, isn’t it kinda special that I’m the only one that calls you that?”
“Well, you and dozens of other people that doesn’t really know me, I guess. But yeah–”
He didn’t get the chance of finishing his words when you learnt forward and kissed him.
Jisung liked the idea of him getting silenced with that. He’d make sure to speak a lot more often now.
[]
Safe to say that Minho wasn’t a bit surprised when he called both of you to the cafe and saw how you arrived together, hands entwined. He had a smug grin on his face, his eyebrow raised as if he’s asking you a question he knew the answer already.
“I called it.” Was all he said, leaning back to his chair while sipping the coffee he had ordered before. “You guys really need to thank me.”
“Yeah, yeah whatever.” You mumbled, rolling your eyes but silently agreeing to that. He deserve to be treated with food and everything be wanted for being the patient wingman for the both of you. “Anyway, who’s the winner?”
“Isn’t it clear?” Minho laughed, “it’s clearly the both of you. Go on and make your own group!”
You were confused with his answer, but Jisung beat you to ask him about it. “Wait, what do you mean?”
Minho’s smug grin made its way back to his face, “I mean clearly you two have the chemistry needed to do the group project, right? It’ll be fun to see what will the new couple come up with.”
You tried to not let the word 'new couple’ affected you despite the fluttery feeling it gave to your chest. It still hasn’t fully registered to you yet, the idea of Jisung as your boyfriend but here he was sitting beside you with a hand that you could always hold onto anytime you wanted. The days when the both of you would have your quarrels and petty conversation seemed so far away like a static white noise in the background.
But of course, you tried to focus on Minho’s words instead. “Wait, what about you? Who’s your partner’s going to be?”
“I mean, I kinda already know who��s going to be my partner from the start?” He giggled sheepishly, a little nervousness was evident there. “It’s never about my partner from the start, it’s mainly for the both of you.”
“Let me guess,” Jisung snorted, “It’s that girl that you got your eyes on?”
“Yeah, the one that slapped you in the face?” You butted in, a little annoyed but most importantly amused with his reddening cheeks. He was easy to read. “And have you finished the project already?”
“Kinda?”
Your eyes narrowed. “So you almost finish your project while the both of us hasn’t even started it yet?? And we only have like, how many month?”
“Short to 3 weeks.” Jisung added.
“3 weeks!!” You flailed your hands everywhere to signal your frustration. “What is this, a sabotage?”
Minho cringed, he clearly didn’t think that your reaction would be this big.  "I mean, I told you two that you guys could do it in a span of a week, right?“ His hands shot up, feigning defeat.
You nearly spat out swear words at him before Jisung held your hand to stop you. You stared at him confusedly but he went on, "Look, wanna bet at that? I mean, the one that would get the highest score in their project will win.”
In the mention of a bet, Minho had his eyebrow quirked up. “Are you sure about that? You guys aren’t even started yet.”
“Yeah? Are we even ready for that?” It was your turn that doubted Jisung’s words but the way he rubbed circles to your palm assured you.
“Yup. I’m sure that we’re more than ready for it.” Your–now–boyfriend smiled at you, a twinkle evident on his eyes. “After all, I’d say that the winner could get a free theme park ticket for two.”
The best friend of the both of you chuckled, catching onto what Jisung was offering. “The losers will pay for it, right?” He stared at you, waiting for your response.
“Okay then. In one condition.” You finally said, and it got both boys furrowing their eyebrows.
You grinned, “The date is real. Not a fake one.”
Jisung mirrored that, his hold on your hand tightened. “No need to worry about it, princess.”
Minho made a disgusted noise with a fake gag when he heard the nickname flew from Jisung’s lips but you didn’t found an ounce of care for his reaction. The only thing that got into your mind was how you were going to work hard for a theme park date with your boyfriend.  You couldn’t stop yourself from grinning upon imagining the things you’re going to do without worrying about some stupid stamps and a game.
Well, it was when the game ended for the both of you and this time, you hoped that it would be a start of something.
What exactly that something was, you didn’t know. But as long as Jisung was there beside you, you’d think that you’ll be fine, after all, he promised you that he was going to be there with you. Always.
And you believed it wholeheartedly.
***
waaah it’s finally here!! after 3 months filled with mental breakdowns and procrastination I finally finished this monster fic. The longest one shot i’ve ever written omg.
I wanted to post it in celebration for his birthday but i’m few days late so here’s a late birthday gift, i guess? Happy birthday, Jisung and Felix!!
Look forward to my future works and don’t hesitate to send me messages/asks !! 
-mine (mee-nay)
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hey y’all ! i’m kat and we’re FINALLY opening ?!? i’m so hyped, you don’t even know. i’m a double leo Trying to survive video lectures in a noisy house who loves dark chocolate and 80% of the kpop releases so far this year ( stream feel good by fromis_9, it’s such a cute bop ! ) i’m also a cat mom to my almost fourteen year old babies who are still like energetic kittens, so ask for pics and you shall receive DSLKGJ but without further ado, here’s my girl who’s gonna prove that hindsight is INDEED 20/20, so this is gonna be fun:
✧ ˖ * ° ><> ╱  abigail cowen,  cis female,  she/her  —  look  who’s  fresh  from  the  ferry,  aren’t  you  SAOIRSE LEARY  ?  your  eroda  brochure  says  you’re  TWENTY-THREE  and  that  you’re  currently  residing  in  MARMOTON  .  your  favourite  tourist  attraction  to  hang  around  is  ERODIAN BEACH  ,  and  the  locals  around  these  ports  would  describe  you  as  INQUISITIVE  &  INTREPID,  STUBBORN  &  IMPULSIVE  .  your  resting  fish  face  really  gives  off  LONG HAIR BLOWN BACK BY THE OCEAN BREEZE, LATE NIGHTS SPENT PLOTTING THE NEXT GREAT VOYAGE, RED LIPSTICK IMPRINTED ON A MUG OF TEA  ,  and  i’m  a  big  fan  of  the  VINTAGE CELTIC KNOT NECKLACE  you  seem  to  always  be  attached  to.  well,  if  you  see  the  minister  this  morning;  make  sure  you  head  on  home  as  quick  as  possible,  you  never  know  what  bad  luck  he  could  bring.  ╱  ooc;  kat,  23,  she/her,  ast.
tw: needles ( tattoo mention ), cancer mention, death mention
miss saoirse...... oof
GDFLSJL where do i begin with her honestly ??
full name is saoirse eve leary, affectionately called cece by her family since she was young and runs with it as her nickname !
born and raised in cork, ireland with two siblings, a working class father and Slightly upper middle class mother
her childhood wasn’t like, Majorly eventful; she was considered a bit of a tomboy which isn’t a surprise bc she’s always been a bit of a spirited, adventurous girl, has the odd nomadic moment strike her and loves to travel
had a SUPER close relationship with her maternal grandmother before she passed a few years back, still has a close one with her grandfather and paternal grandmother as they’re still living
is a big family girl overall, so much so that she’s eagerly awaiting the day she gets to be the cool aunt
had a decent cluster of pals over the years that’s likely dwindled due to everyone going their separate ways after high school
saoirse Did go to uni between her travels — and graduated — and has aspirations of becoming an anthropologist to explore other cultures and meet new people/understand them
which.. obviously ain’t happening now LFSGJGF rip
came to eroda partially bc it seems like such a pretty and quaint place, partially to explore its “ myth ” that you can never leave; her naturally curious ass questions the whole thing, at least in the sense that there’s no way to challenge your supposed fate on the island and won’t deny entertaining some conspiracy theories around the mystery
she still doesn’t understand that.. yeah, she Literally is stuck here for the rest of her life now, probably because she hasn’t made a Real attempt to put that to the test, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it FDSLKJDS
anyways she came here solo ( more than likely ) and has enjoyed her time getting to know the locals and other visitors, taking in the scenery, etc
probably took up a part-time job at sally’s tavern to cover her expenses since she lives in marmoton and it ought to be close enough for her to get to gfjlsdg
personality and everything else
a sociable, ( relatively ) fearless ginger with an eclectic taste in music and a profound appreciation for pastries.. 
despite being all about cleaner eating habits and lowering her sugar intake, she takes a cheat day or week wherever she can LSDGFJK
parties, game nights, etc, you name it ?? she’s there !
kinda competitive while we’re bringing up games and such, but she’s not about the whole sore winner/loser thing — rather she’ll groan and sulk a little before moving on
like i said before, loves to travel, loves pretty places in general so prepare yourself for an abundance of pictures on her insta feed of where she’s been or where she wants to go
loyal as hell, but she has her limit if you misuse the trust that comes with it
she’s just v wholesome and has a mix of small town city/endlessly curious energy with a sprinkle of being the life of the party……. kinda
however, she’s the most ?? hard to place person all the same
that feeling of freedom that comes with her exploring and all makes her a little hard to tie down; she doesn’t plan on staying in eroda ( which is unfortunate for her considering.... fglsdk ) as she has more to accomplish and see
very much does her own thing and doesn’t wanna hear any criticism for it
as if she’s that out of line DLJGDSLK but still
always wants to try new things, no matter how dumb they might be; except for anything that’s a Legitimate death sentence or is.. a GENUINELY dumb idea, she has enough common sense to know what Not to do KSGFDJDS
has little tattoos on her wrist and behind her left ear for her Favourite trips/symbols/whatever and her family, will let y’all know what they’d be whenever i figure them out since i’m so damn picky with these things
a Big supporter for buying/investing locally, has little trinkets and such to prove it
in fact, she has a collection of thrifted or vintage clothes from her travels and back home, and a chest full of cute jewelry she switches between daily
one piece she wears all the time — only parts with it when she sleeps — is the celtic knot pendant mentioned in her app that’s become something of an heirloom on her mom’s side of the family !
she has the cutest irish lilt in my mind, kinda the same as miss ronan’s and aisling bea’s
really loves her freckles, partially bc i love her freckles and my own :(
tea > coffee, but she loves coffee-flavoured things; bring her a peppermint or camomile tea as her shift winds down or.. idk, just because, and she’ll be forever indebted to you fldjgs
loves to hang out by the water in her free time — she loves the scent and sounds that comes with it, it’s one of the few places where she can put her mind to rest for a bit
the sound of rain hitting a rooftop is her perfect sleep soundtrack
kinda wants to adopt a pet, but doesn’t wanna leave them if she goes on an excursion where they can’t come with her :(
baths with epsom salts, candles that smell like lavender or something just as pleasant and calming, etc during a night in soothes the hell out of her soul
top three products she has in her bag at all times, besides personal info and her phone ? lip balm, a powder spf and mints FGLGKSD
btw.. miss ginger hair and freckles will probably gasp at anyone going out with no spf on them and scold tf out of them bc ‘ hello, melanoma ?? sunburn ?!? ’
wanted connections
childhood pal(s) she’s bumped into: reunited by chance, cece’s glad she has a couple of people she knows to keep her grounded when her mind runs wild at what Might happen when she decides to try her hand at leaving
cousin(s), other relatives: idk, figured it’d be fun for her to have a family member or two running around and not realizing the other relative is the Only one they’ll see in person from here on out
best pal(s) in eroda: someone she’s taken to since arriving, likely spending their free-time eating pastries on the beach, talking shit over tea, little market dates, going to the rainzone half-drunk and trying to rope each other into new things
opposites attract.. of sorts sfdlgkj: basically just a traveler meeting a local who’s never been off eroda, telling all about their ( quite limited ) excursions and bonding in other areas over time !
hook-ups, fwbs.... ENEMIES with benefits?? idk, point is the girl’s probably gotten laid since arriving, it’s all a matter of the situation that fits your muse(s) best FHGSDKJ
roommate: she lives in marmoton, likely in a rental of sorts, and i can’t see her living alone given the situation on the island ( though i’ve viewed her as the type to live alone in a space for one and a half people any other time tbh ). so she has just One and they make the arrangement work ! depending on their personalities and such, we’ll figure out how well they get along Exactly, if at all
ex ??: the girl’s bi so y’all can toss anyone at her for this one as well ! question marks bc i was thinking it’d be an on-and-off thing but maybe not come the time i post this intro LSGKD. basically they were seeing each other for a few months, she fell hard Quick/they moved kinda fast bc they were vibing and they would distance themselves upon realizing this — though i see cece giving them distance bc she knows they need it rather than needing it herself. if it IS on-and-off, they’re definitely off rn and treading lightly ( though she finds it hard to stray and hates things not being fully resolved no matter what happens ?? ), so all it’s a bit angsty regardless of how it goes dfgkljsdg
fellow mystery fiend: someone please fuel her curiosity to the max and try to crack the impossible case of eroda’s captive capabilities with her.. and proceed to watch true crime shows with her when that clearly goes to shit SDFKLJ
older sibling or mentor dynamic: someone to look out for her/teach her some things to help fully support herself/give her advice when she probably needs it most.. idk, i just like the idea of someone becoming a stand-in relative type of friend to her 
just give her someone to confide in, to swim at night with, stargaze and all that cute shit, be it platonically or otherwise !
she’s not gonna click with everyone and that’s fine, BUT maybe they run in the same social circles and cece thinks they seem nice enough, but they never really talk amongst themselves ?? just a case of awkwardly starting from scratch and seeing where it takes us !
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elliotfm · 4 years ago
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hey guys ! i’m jules and i’m super excited to open; i have two super clingy cats in case any of you ever need a visual pick-me-up, i’m a uni student in canada and a Big skincare and dark chocolate junkie, more than likely gonna be typing replies while indulging in either jsyk ! i tried to keep it short since i’m a rambly bitch, but links to elliot’s basic stats and her wc page will be up soon — though i have some under the read more — as well as a playlist whenever i find the energy to set it up here FLDKSJGSD also pardon the lack of theme, i forgot the url for the preview and code link for the one i wanted to use but i’ll have it figured out shortly ! anyways, without further ado:
◤  *  kim doyeon  ;  twenty-one  ;  cis female  ;  she/her  —  is  that  who  i  think  it  is  over  there  ?  outer  banks  very  own  kook  ,  elliot hong  .  makes  sense  ‘cause  i  can  practically  hear  into it  by  chase atlantic  blasting  through  their  headphones  .  plus  who  else  would  you  find  out  at  the boneyard  right  now  ?  some  say  they're  pretty  astute  ,  but  it's  the  imperious  reputation  i'd  watch  out  for  .  i  wonder  if  they're  still  a student / heiress  and  obsessing  about  keeping  up  with  their  bongs, random shoes and empty bottles of dom on the living room floor  &  a bite as big as her bark  vibe  .  [  ooc  ;  jules/21+/nt/she/her  ]
tw: drug and alcohol mention
the middle child of her parents, elliot is the fourth of her father’s five children
her mother is his second ( now ex — ) wife, though they remain cordial and have since moved on
grew up with a silver spoon, her dad being a wall street giant who would split his time between nyc and, once upon a time, connecticut — though it ultimately became a back-and-forth from nyc and the outer banks when elle was about four
her mother was adopted into an old money family ( on the lower end of that group ) in charlotte when she was a baby and had become something of a socialite when young, but shifted to becoming an entrepreneur. of what ?? i still haven’t figured that out LFJDGS
has a half-sister and half-brother from her dad’s first marriage, tallulah ( aka tally, a pain in my ass over on my indie fdlkjgs ) and bennett, and is basically a mini tally as all she really had were brothers and was Attached to her big sis whenever she’d visit
and as for her older and younger brother..... they might be wcs soon enough so we’ll leave that be for now DFLSGKJ
now onto ELLE ! she was the princess of the younger three hong kids, like the apple of her mother’s eye and her father’s Biggest tormentor
aka would hog the phone whenever he couldn’t come home for the night to tell him good night, hounded him to read her bedtime stories, pretty much always got her way in the most wholesome way when she was a kid
like i said before, moved to the obx when she was four because her mom used to visit when she was a kid and loved it; it was also due to its convenience in seeing her maternal grandparents regularly, its quieter nature in comparison to the affluent hubs for businessmen outside of manhattan and just in general
her dad just went along because it’s what his wife wanted and fuck it, at least the kids wouldn’t hound them to take them to places beyond their urban surroundings as often DLSFJDS
growing up, she wasn’t Too much of a brat but liked having the spotlight on her — she’d accredit it to tally’s influence AND her parents caving to her whims more often than not — and was very sociable and respectful even back in primary school
LOVED to explore, and, while not a tomboy per se, would take part in some activities her brothers or other boys in her grade participated in; be it to bond, trail along her siblings’ every move because she didn’t wanna stray far from action, or to prove that she can hold her own, she’d do it
uhhh overall a cute, if not high-maintenance, kid, but her teen years ?? yikes, people would be in for a ride bc this is when she REALLY started to emulate tally and shift her boldness towards riskier shit
basically could’ve been a main character on outer banks itself with her reckless antics and partying as a teenager…. and now, even SGDLKF
could’ve been considered a typical kook, save for her wild streak; she could hang with the pogues and wouldn’t let her slight superiority complex come into play unless she was challenged or something, otherwise she’d chase the party and the fun wherever she could find it
loves fashion and being the hottest in the room, didn’t need to step on toes to get further but would do so at times Solely to make a point/to call someone out on their shit
is now attending columbia u, rather she’s taking a Break as she makes sure she’s content with the path she’s taking ( aka being the trashy 21 year old she wants to be, chilling at the family home with just her siblings and daddy’s money with no Major worries involving the near future )
isn’t the most studious person, but she’d gotten far enough to begin wrapping up her major whenever she decides to head back
though.. the entire time has been mostly spent sleeping with some of her rich friends, drinking and smoking pot, with the occasional hit of whatever clean enough drug that one of her friends had on them
also spent a lot of her time meeting up with her socialite big sis as a plus one to some cooler events, so while she’s not famous, her name has made the rounds where it matters given her surname’s already established relevance in nyc
when she’s not getting an education and is homebound instead, she’s pissing off her neighbours with her house parties at the family home on the beach, doing dumb shit the second she’s inside of a gala or club — albeit with partial discretion that’s completely ignored whenever around other young adults — and just chilling poolside and staying hydrated fgkldjsg
personality and shit
if i were to use a label to describe her, she'd be a mix between the princess/baby doll, the hedonist and the reveller i think ?? i don’t even know where to place her LKSDFGJLK
self-confidence is through the roof, KNOWS she’s pretty and doesn’t really let rumours or negativity get her down — aside from wanting to unleash hell if someone keeps irritating her for whatever reason
she’s messy as hell, but around the uptight, live-through-your-kids parents of kooklandia she puts on the façade of a poised young woman who has Some fun because she knows it bodes well.. only even then, she doesn’t maintain it bc honestly, who cares —
she’s not a complete dick per se, but she can be snide and boastful when provoked
has something of a superiority complex, independent and lives lavishly with reckless abandon
non-committal yet sensible when it comes to who she sleeps with; typically has a couple of stable fuck buddies but has had some one night stands if she’s feeling it
keeps her true inner circle small, but gets off on attention and likes to stay cordial with some people, so she’s got quite a few friends all the same
like i said earlier, will hang with the pogues and thinks the whole class rivalry thing is kind of stupid when it means sticking with her own would mean dealing with parent pleasers, polo shirt enthusiasts and either being too straight-laced or too destructive for her liking
.. so she’s a far cry from her sister in that regard, otherwise rip GLSKJ
though that doesn’t stop her from unleashing her pompous attitude onto a pogue when it seems appropriate, aka doing anything to piss her off
there really isn’t much to expand on tbh, though i will say that her emboldened nature and need for a good time however she can get it comes out more than her uglier side ( except her vanity. that’ll never go away KSFDG )
some quick plot ideas
a childhood friend or two, pretty standard idea there
could carry over into a trio type of thing depending on where she stands with either of them, or they’re a different couple of pals she’s made over the years
family friends, aka nyc kids or people who’ve rubbed elbows with either of elle’s parents, though they don’t Actually have to be friends of course JGDSFKL
her best friend and confidante, someone she can have cute moments with between the chaos and one of the few people that elle would probably accost someone for if they hurt the other in any way
enemies are always fun ! probably rooted in a competitive streak more than anything else but i’m all ears for a more complex reason
ex-hookup(s), current hookup(s), throw it all at me klgfjd
a hateship/ewb would be fun with her too, oh my god sfdgklj
FAKE FRIENDS !! either in the past or currently, probably stayed friends for the sake of their appearances but have a lot of quiet disdain for each other — though elliot wouldn’t be too bothered by that situation beyond being around someone she deems soul-sucking, face value hype and knowing they probably need her more than she needs them gives her too much satisfaction fkskgls
an ex-something, open to anyone. either someone her parents forced on her to straighten her out a tad that she wound up liking…. after a good period of her telling them to fuck off sdglk or someone she’d been seeing for a while at her own accord, likely someone her parents wouldn’t approve of so readily. would’ve ended the same way: with her calling it off because she didn’t want to settle down, not even for a relationship ( and perhaps bc she’s scared of commitment with her cracked family dynamic that’s been a thing since birth, but that’s another story jsdfkg )
or we can just as easily do high school exes who only really stayed together until graduation bc their parents were being Some level of overbearing with how they’d be such a good couple — not that there was nothing there, just nothing beyond sex and being some kind of status symbol to each other, idk lfkgsd
her designated event pals would be super fun ?? sdgkflj like they go to all of these big parties and galas with their families, break off to do their own thing bc those events are boring as fuck, and head back to her place before she throws an after-party of sorts. they’d be decent friends beyond this though, them being someone she trusts a good bit compared to others in her circle
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Afternoon Folks first of all apologies for the long delay to chapter 5 of this story I’ve been a bit swamped with my uni work as we have begun animating our projects and so I haven't been in the right frame of mind to work on this. However now I’ve found the time to work on PH6 and so without any delay let’s begin.
Big Hero 6 & Kim Possible (c) Disney,2020
Chapter 5 Undercover Hero 6
Morning rises in the aftermath of last nights fight between Big Hero 6, Team Possible and the Mad Jacks. However one thing stood out from the struggle at the bridge and that was the remains of a burnt down warehouse on the far side of town fire trucks were busy extinguishing the last of the fires. The scene switches to a television news studio as a news cast is presented by Duff Dunderson.  
“Last night at the San Fransokyo bridge an epic conflict between heroes and villains occurred but thanks to the efforts of Big Hero 6 and the aid of teen hero Kim Possible the disaster was averted.” Duff said showing a photo of Big Hero 6 and Team Possible defeating the Mad Jacks. 
“Anyway in other news a mysterious fire occurred last night at a condemned warehouse on the east side of the city, police and city officials have narrowed it down to electrical issues within the old building..” Duff reports showing an image of the fire. 
The screen turns black and shows it was on a television in Gogo’s apartment where Honey Lemon also resides due to a frosty incident in her dorm room. 
“Please I seriously doubt electrical mishaps could cause a fire like that.” Gogo observed. “Well people like spectacle not truth even though nothing could cause an electrical fire that big.” Honey Lemon agreed.
Just then Gogos computer sounded off and they went over it to answer a video call from Hiro and the others. 
“I’m guessing you guys saw the news?” Hiro asked. “Yeah, there’s no way an electrical mishap caused that.” Wasabi said. 
Just then Kim buzzes in. “Your right guys there’s no chance it was an accident.” “We’ve gotta take a look at the site and see if we can find some clues.” Kim then added.
Hiro’s Room:
“Okay lets meet up and…” “Hiro” Baymax then interrupted. 
“You have a class scheduled at 9am.” Baymax reminded showing a university timetable on his chest monitor. Hiro just looked in shock as he had forgotten about his class for this morning. 
“Whoops!” Hiro exclaimed. “Oh man we’ve got class! We must’ve gotten caught up with training!” Wasabi said on the video chat. 
“But what about the case?” Fred asked. “Guys its no big Ron and I can take this just go to your classes and we’ll meet up later.” Kim said understanding. 
“I’m not a student I’ll come help.” Fred offered.
Hiro nodded in agreement and then turned to his health care companion. 
“Baymax you should go with them too.” He said. “Alright Hiro.” Baymax agreed. 
“Thanks Hiro and don’t worry Baymax will be in good hands.” Kim thanked and they ended the video chat and hurried to SFIT
Condemned building (formerly) 
 The remains of the building site was closed off by the police with police tape with some of the officers standing watch. Just then as one of the officers yawned he could see something coming towards them and then landing in front of them was Baymax armoured up and riding on his back was Kim and Ron in their mission gear and Fred in his Fredzilla suit. Rufus also bore his armour too. 
The three dismounted from the red robots back and onto the ground Ron took his time as he was still a little scared from flying round. 
“Whew glad that’s over.” Ron breathed. The group then approached the police officers on duty. 
“Good morning officers.” Kim greeted. “Oh uh miss Possible and company it seems.” Said the police officer gesturing to the two members of BH6. 
“Yes I don’t suppose there’s a chance we could examine the crime scene?” Kim asked. 
“Uh sorry miss no can do we can’t contaminate the scene besides its already been narrowed down to electrical fault.” The officer said politely. 
“Yeah but no offence maybe there’s more than what your seeing.” Ron added to which Fred nodded 
“What Rons saying is maybe we can find some clues we believe it’s connected to a case of our own.” Kim explained. 
The officer considered what was said and whilst he couldn’t have them contaminate the crime scene he was familiar with Kims work. 
“Okay I don’t see any harm. At least officially.” The officer said standing aside and letting the team through to the crime scene.
“Oh I don’t suppose later I could get an autograph, it’s for my niece.” The officer offered. 
“Sure no problem.” Kim answered. “Yeah I’ll even throw one in from me!” Fredzilla said as they entered the crime scene. Baymax stopped for a moment and looked to the officers. 
“Thank you officers for your service.” Baymax said with a thumbs up. 
Soon the team was examining the crime scene Rufus was scurrying around on the rubble, whilst Baymax was wandering around scanning the area whilst Kim was using her Kimmunicator to analyse the rubble. Ron and Fred just looked around. 
“Anything Wade?” Kim asked. “Well the police were right this was some kind of fire but it wasn’t an electrical one.” Wade said analysing the scan from his computer. 
“So who would blow up a warehouse?” Ron asked. 
“No clue.” Fredzilla said. “The building was condemned so there was no harm to surrounding citizens.” Baymax said scanning the area. 
Soon he heard Rufus squeaking and went over to what he had found. He found the small armoured molerat standing next to what remains of one of the support pillars.
“Rufus has found something.” Baymax called. Kim, Ron, and Fredzilla came over to see what it was Rufus had found. They looked and Rufus pointed to the pillar like a watch dog and sniffed it. 
“Blech Shego!” Rufus squeaked. Kim looked closer at the pillar and frowned knowing she now had a pretty good idea of what or rather who did this. 
Ito Ishioka Robotics Lab: SFIT (later that day)
Later when classes ended Kim and Ron met with Hiro and the rest of the team at SFIT to discuss their findings at the condemned building remains. 
“So Shego’s going around blowing up buildings now?” Wasabi said with a hint of suspicion. 
“I don’t know about that it’s not her style.” Kim said given her experience with the green rouge in the past. 
“Why does anyone need a reason to do anything?” Gogo said working on her mag lev bike. 
Just then the Kimmunicator sounds off and Kim answers it. 
“Hold on, what’s the sitch Wade?” Kim asked. 
“Kim I’ve just finished looking through the Krei tech data base to find out about the hard drive that was stolen.” Wade said then bringing up a circuit diagram of a robotic prototype. 
“Apparently they stole robotic blue prints to some kind of decommissioned prototype that was never put into production for military use.” Wade described and this peaked Hiro’s attention. 
“Hold on let me see.” Hiro said and Kim handed him the Kimmunicator so he could look over the schematics his face turned to horror as he knew where he’d seen this before. 
“I know these schematics.” Hiro said. “It was an old military project that was never put into production and was repurposed for commercial uses.” Hiro described.
“Yeah and that was as Noodle Burgers mascot Noodle Burger Boy which was then high jacked by a villain of ours and turned into a fighting machine.” Fred added. 
“So Krei turned a robot fighting machine into a fast food mascot?” Ron asked “Dude talk about bad choices.” 
“You’ve no idea” Wasabi said. “But what would Drakken want with them?” Honey Lemon asked. “And how would he know about them and where to look?” Gogo added. 
“Unless he’s working with someone who told him about them so he could reverse engineer it into something else.” Hiro said. “How dangerous would it be?” Kim asked 
“Very, Noodle Burger boy was able to highjack and adapt an exo skeleton me an Wasabi built for a school competition and it can scan anyone and use its AI programming to know what we want or in this case what we plan on doing.” Hiro explained. 
“Artificial intelligence, never good in the wrong hands.” Kim deduced having dealt with artificial intelligent robots before. 
“We need to find them, Wade any leads?” Kim then asked. 
“No nothing, it’s weird I can usually track them down through leads or trails but so far nothing?” Wade said. 
“Relax Wade I got this.” Hiro said. “Baymax find Shego.” 
Baymax began scanning, unfortunately. “I am unable to locate Shego.” He said. “What? Why?” Hiro asked. 
“I was not able to scan Shego during our previous encounters.” Baymax replied. 
“Great so we’re back to square one.” Hiro sighed. 
This left everyone conceding defeat unless they can find someway to locate Shego and Drakken, they’re basically sailing without a map when hunting for super villains. 
However Wasabi suddenly had a lightbulb go off in his head he had an idea.
“Wait, what if we could track Shego’s exact movements instead!” He said in realisation. 
“Come again?” Kim asked. “Well we know her powers came from a meteorite right, and her energy blasts are comprised of Ionised Plasma.” Wasabi explain. “and when it’s been used it leaves a trail of Ion emissions behind.”
“I get it and ion emissions are trackable.” Wade said catching on to what Wasabi was getting that. 
“And with the right adjustments I can calibrate Baymax’s super sensor to track it!” Hiro concluded. 
“Boyah sounds like we got a plan!” Ron cheered. 
So in his lab Hiro set to work upgrading Baymax’s super sensor making adjustments to his helmet and with help from Wasabi, he was able to input the necessary data whilst Wade worked on the coding. Soon they had the sensor calibrated and after some diagnostics much to Hiro’s impatience the upgrades were complete. The two then shared a fist bump while Wade gave a thumbs up. 
Later that afternoon the eight teens then stood on the roof of one of the skyscrapers suited up and ready to put the upgrade to the test. 
“Alright Baymax, fire up that super sensor.” Hiro said and Baymax began scanning the city for traces of ion emissions. From his eye view he scans the city taking note of patients and soon enough finds what he is looking for. 
“I have found a trace.” Baymax reports “Coming from the southern side of the city.” 
Soon the team was in the sky riding Baymax, they soon arrive at the south side of San Fransokyo, they were wondering where it is Baymax could be flying towards and then. 
“Target acquired.” Baymax pointed towards an old iron works warehouse. “Okay buddy take us in.” Hiro said “Quietly.” Kim then added and so they descend slowly to the ground and then land. They dismount the red robot and look at their location. 
“An old iron works warehouse, that’s a strange place for Drakken and Shego to hold up?” Ron said rather surprised given Drakken and Shego usually go for the island or mountain based lairs. 
“Come on its classic villain, they’re attracted to dark remote places for an evil lair.” Fredzilla said in his comic book way. 
“Besides this is one of Baron Von Steamers old hideouts.” Fredzilla explained. “Baron Von who?” Ron asked and Rufus had a confused look on his face. 
“Oh he’s an old super villain of my dads from back in the old days.” Fredzilla explained. 
“Wait your dad was a super hero!” Ron said surprised. “Yeah called himself Boss Awesome. Twas the seventies.” Fredzilla explained. 
“So he what uses steam as a weapon? What is he an old train?” Ron asked. “Old yes train no.” Fredzilla explained. 
“Steam can be harmful resulting in third degree burns.” Baymax added. 
“Guys keep your heads in the game.” Kim reminded. 
“Okay what’s the game plan?” Wasabi asked. “Easy we knock.” Hiro said “Baymax rocket fist.” 
Baymax readied his rocket fist until Kim stopped him from doing so. 
“Hold up on that rocket fist, first we need to know if there’s anyone in there so I’ll go in and do some recon then let you in.” Kim suggested. 
“If Shego’s in there then we’re going in now cause no-one gives me a concussion and gets away with it!” Gogo said.
“Sorry Gogo but this requires stealth not smashing or speeding in.” Kim said Gogo was about to say something but Hiro stops her. 
“It makes sense you know Drakken and Shego, so we’ll do it your way.” Hiro agreed. 
Kim nodded and made her way to the warehouse, saw an open window and using her grappling hair dryer she grappled up to the window and quietly let herself in. The rest of the team watched from a distance. 
“So we’ve basically been benched, whilst she goes in.” Gogo questioned. “Eh after a while you get used to it.” Ron said. 
Kim soon enters the building but Hiro couldn’t help but observe the hairdryer she uses as a grappling gun.
“So that’s a grappling gun disguised as a hair dryer?” Hiro then asked. “Yeah it comes in handy for her but me a little issue.” Ron said. “You mean loosing your pants?” Gogo guessed. 
“Okay but not to criticise or anything but wouldn’t something that retracts be more practical?” Hiro wondered. “Like maybe inserted in the glove for easy access.” 
“Eh bring it up with Wade, he builds the toys we just use them.” Ron then said. 
Soon the warehouse doors open to reveal Kim standing in the door way and she makes a gesture telling the team its safe to come in. 
They enter the warehouse only to find nothing but old ironworks machinery and the dropping water. 
“I don’t get it where’s greenie?” Gogo said. “Maybe the sensor doesn’t work?” Ron guessed. 
“Baymax you sure this is the place?” Wasabi asked. 
Baymax scanned the area and his sensor reveals a definite trail.
“Yes this is the place.” Baymax said. “But there’s nothing here?” Honey Lemon said. 
“Unless we’re missing something take a look around.” Kim suggested and everyone began looking around the warehouse Rufus then sniffs something in the air and looks to a wall he’s rather curious and squeaks getting Baymax’s attention. 
He looks at the wall and his sensor shows the ion emissions trail leading to a wall.
“Hiro, Kim.” Baymax said getting their attention. “The trail leads to that wall.” He then pointed with his hand. They go over to the wall and see Rufus sniffing it and feeling the wall. He looks to the others and nods confirming what Baymax is saying. 
“Okay how much you willing to bet it’s a fake wall?” Gogo guessed. “Lets find out.” Kim said pulling out her Kimmunicator.
“Wade we may’ve stumbled on a secret door to something.” “In that case check your back pack.” Wade suggested.
  reaching into her pack pack Kim pulls out a small tub of lip gloss. 
“Whats that acid to melt the wall?” Ron asked. “No chapped lips.” Kim corrected as she placed the balm on her lips and rubs them together. She then moves to pull out a red lipstick. 
“Hold on your gonna use lip stick to open a door?” Wasabi said confused. Kim looks at Wasabi with a smirk and when she removes the lid and turns it round the top glows red.
“Whoa!” BH6 said in response as it was actually.. “Laser lip stick, make Freddy so happy!” Fredzilla said clapping his hands in excitement. 
Kim uses the lip stick laser to cut a hole in the wall and it falls back to reveal a secret elevator. “Shall we?” Kim gestured leaving Hiro with an impressed smirk. 
Below
Down below in his evil lair in a secret room, Drakken is busy welding something together with a blow torch. He’s soon finished and removes his welding goggles he snickers evilly as he looks at his creation. 
“Ah the scope of my evil engineering genius knows no bounds with this I shall finally make my evil mark on the world as I Dr. Drakken finally conquer the world!” He said giving off an evil laugh. 
“Brag much Dr.D?” Said a voice and Drakken turns to see Shego standing behind him. 
“It’s not bragging Shego its pride.” Drakken protested but then noticed something different about his assistant specifically what she had on her lower arms. 
“Wait what are those?” Drakken asked and Shego could see he noticed her energy enhancers given to her by a new ‘associate’ 
“Oh these there just new bracelets I bought, glad you notice for a change.” Shego said just pretending their jewellery. 
“Bracelets that glow green and look more like energy enhancers?” Drakken then said with a raised eyebrow. Shego was a little impressed that Drakken could see they were energy enhancers, usually he doesn’t pay attention to what she says. 
“So what they were in that Krei warehouse I robed a few weeks ago, looked great in my colour.” Shego then said. 
Suddenly a there was a huge explosion from the lift they turned to see a large hole and eight certain heroes standing out from the smoke. 
“If your colour is outdated Shego.” Kim cracked. 
“POSSIBLE!” Drakken exclaimed. “And the crime fighting team of Big Hero 6!” Fredzilla announced dramatically. 
“And don’t forget Ron Stoppable and Rufus!” Ron added as Rufus stood on his shoulder armoured up posing as a super hero.
“How is this… how did you find my lair!?” Drakken demanded. 
“Oh please you picked the worst hideouts especially ones belonging to an old school super villain.” Hiro cracked. 
“Plus having a robot with a super sensor that can track anyone doesn’t hurt either.”  
“Grr! SHEGO!” Drakken ordered. “I know I know attack!” Shego said as she fired up her energy blasts and fired them at the team which scattered to avoid the blast. Shego continues to fire energy blasts to hit them. Gogo using her mag lev skates is able to avoid them. 
She skates right up to the green rouge and throws her mag lev disks at her. Shego quickly avoids them and fires an energy blast at Gogo who uses the skates on her legs to deflect the blasts back at her. Shego avoids the blasts just barely and glares at the skating hero. 
“Gah I so hate that!” Shego said. “Then you won’t like this either!” Kim and Wasabi jump in with a round house kick which Shego took and as she catapulted away Honey Lemon made a chem ball and crushed it in her hand forming a goo rope which Gogo caught and pulled back with her speed to be catapulted forward and punched Shego in the face knocking her to the ground. 
“Don’t bother trying lady things have changed since the last time we faced off.” Gogo smirked. 
Shego just looked up and saw she was out numbered three to one, however she now had an ace up her sleeve. 
“You got that right.” She said and her energy enhancers hummed into life and from her energy she formed dual energy blades which was more than a surprise for Kim and the others.
“What the!” Kim said. “Uh she couldn’t do that before right?” Wasabi asked. Shego slashed at the three heroes and quickly reacted to avoid it but the blade did slightly catch Kim’s left arm tearing her shirt and slightly burning her skin. 
“Ow.” Kim breathed. Before Shego could attack again she was met by a flying red rocket fist which sent her flying into a wall. The fist retracted to reveal it was Baymax who fired it as he flew in the air. 
“Spankin Baymax!” Kim thanked. “I was alerted to the need for help.” Baymax replied. 
Drakken meanwhile was rushing to the computer and was typing in several commands in the console whilst Shego was occupied with the heroes. 
“Not so fast Drakken!” called a voice, Drakken quickly turned to see Hiro and Ron standing behind him. 
“Oh great the bafoon and the smallest of Big Hero 6!” Drakken said unimpressed. 
“What are you up too and who gave you the info on what to steal from Krei tech?” Hiro demanded. 
“Oh please like I’m going to blurt out what my plan is to you!” Drakken said. “I’m not that stupid!” 
“No your just plain dumb?” Hiro cracked leaving Drakken with a raised eyebrow. “I mean you claim to be a smart evil genius yet your so distracted you let one of my team sneak up right behind you.” Hiro pointed. 
“WHAT!?” Drakken said turning around but there was no-one there, but. 
“SUPER JUMP!” Called a voice from behind Hiro and Ron and Fredzilla jumped in the air and then span round in a ball breathing fire. 
“FIRE SPIN BALL!” He exclaimed and as he slammed into the ground the firery shockwave sent Drakken flying to the ground. 
Shego meanwhile uses her energy blasts to blast Baymax into the wall but before she could blast him again her hands were encased in blue goop and turned to see Honey Lemon who had thrown said Chem balls which caused it. 
Shego burns the goop off and charges at her slashing at her with green energy blades. Wasabi is quick to intercept the energy blade with his own plasma blades pushing her back and Kim comes in with a round house kick knocking her to the ground. 
Shego gets up to see she’s surrounded by the five heroes and how Drakken’s was cornered by Hiro, Ron and Fredzilla. 
“Time to fly Dr.D!” Shego called and Drakken’s responded by pressing a big red button on the control console. Suddenly alerts start blaring all over the complex as Drakken’s runs towards Shego then. 
“Lair self destruct in 30 seconds!” Said a computer voice. “Oh boy that’s not good!” Wasabi panicked. Just then a tube like device encased Drakken and Shego and sucked them out of the lair. “Byyyyyyeeeee!” Drakken exclaimed as the two villains made their escape. 
“We need to go now!” Gogo said as the base began to shake. However Hiro went straight to the computer and began typing in certain commands. 
“Dude it’s time to bolt!” Ron exclaimed. “We need to find out who’s working with Drakken!” Hiro exclaimed and he soon found what he needed and the computer ejected a small drive device. 
“Let’s go!” Hiro said as they ran but as Honey Lemon tried to use the elevator. 
“Guys the elevators not working!” She panicked. “Oh man now what do we do. 
Kim looked around as did Hiro and looked up to see a huge open pipe entrance above them they looked to each other knowing they were thinking the same thing. 
“We take a ride everyone on Baymax!” Hiro said and they all climbed aboard the big red robots back and arms as he kneeled down and readied his wings.
“Full thrust Baymax!” Kim ordered and Baymax fired up his jet boots and soared into the sky at top speed.
“Self destruct in 5,4,3,2…..1” The lair exploded in an explosive plume of fire and the heroes flew through the open pipe with the blast front closing in fast. 
“AHHH ITS CATCHING UP!” Wasabi yelled. “This is gonna be close!” Gogo exclaimed. 
Closer and closer came the blast when eventually Baymax crashed through the warehouse floor and out the roof just as the whole place explodes in flames! Baymax soon landed to the ground with everyone safe and scanned them. 
“You are all uninjured.” Baymax said. Kim then looked at the destroyed rubble of the evil geniuses lair and could only look with a deadpanned expression. 
“Once just once I want to escape from an evil lair and not have it go up in a blaze.” she said simply. 
“Hold on how many times has this guy blown up his own lair?” Wasabi asked still a little terror-struck. 
“More often than we’d like.” Kim said. “Yeah and it’s not just Drakken it’s become rather repetitive really.” Ron added to which Rufus agreed with a nod. 
“Eh it’s a super villain thing.” Fred just shrugged. 
Gogo then just punches Hiro in the arm given what happened back in the lair before it went boom. 
“Genius why did you just go to the computer back there instead of escaping we barely got out!” She said to the young genius. 
“Well to get this.” Hiro said holding up the drive he took from the lair. “Its the drive for that computer and it has files that might help us figure out who Drakken’s working with.”
“Well don’t pull a stunt like that again!” Gogo then said. 
“Okay Gogo don’t be harsh on him whilst a little close it was the right call.” Kim said defending Hiro’s choice who then handed her the drive. 
“We need to get this to Wade.” Kim then decided. 
Late Afternoon at SFIT
It was now late in the afternoon at SFIT and Hiro was in his lab on his computer going over some ideas for something. Though he promised to honour his brothers memory he still had to keep up with his school work one of the prices of leading a superhero double life. Whilst he worked he heard a knock on the door and saw it was Proffessor Granville. 
“Oh hey Professor Granville!” Hiro said straightening up. “I was just uh working on ideas for my final project for the showcase.” Hiro then said.
“Of course but that’s not why I’m here Mr.Hamada.” Professor Granville then said. “I’m here to inform you there’s a conference on advancements in robotics being held tonight in Tadashi Hamada Hall, so access to the campus will be closed for the duration.” She informed. 
“Ah I see, well I’ll just pack up and head home.” Hiro then said. “Oh and be sure you have a project to submit to the showcase by the deadline please, wouldn’t want you to miss your passing grade.” Granville then said as she took her leave. 
Hiro just packed up his back pack and took his leave with Baymax following close behind him. He couldn’t help but think about how Professor Granville treats him sometimes a little harsh but at the same time does give good advice what circled in his mind the most was how sometimes even geniuses need limits which stuck with him after hearing the story about a former student of hers. 
Meanwhile at the Hotel where Kim and her family were staying Kim was still waiting to hear from Wade. However she couldn’t help but wonder how Shego had gotten more powerful or where she got those silver gauntlets from. She was wearing a bright pink crop top, with dark green pants and white shoes. Just then the Kimmunicator sounds off right on cue. 
“Go Wade.” Kim answered. “Kim, I’ve looked at the hard drive Hiro was able to recover from Drakken’s lair and it seems he’s been corresponding with someone via snail mail for months.” Wade replied with the intel. 
“So Drakken is working with someone but who?” Kim wondered just then she heard a knock on her bedroom door. 
“Hold on Wade.” Kim said putting Wade on hold. “Come in.” She said. Then opening the door was her mom and dad. 
“Hi Kimmy.” James said as he greeted his daughter in a grey suit. 
“Hi Dad hey Mom what’s up?” She asked “well honey tonight SFIT’s holding a conference on the advancements in rocket science and well I’m obligated to attend.” James explained. 
“So is there any chance you could babysit the boys while we’re out?” Ann then asked. “Well I don’t know I sort of have a mission going on and...” “Kimmy please it’s a new city and we can’t exactly leave them here on their own.” Ann then said. 
“That’s right honey as their sister it’s your job to watch your brothers so they don’t get hurt.” James then added. 
“Except those brothers have a habit of....” Kim tried to protest but then saw her mom pull a certain pout she knew all too well. 
“Oh no, not the puppy dog pout.” She wined. “Oh alright I’ll watch them but I need to go see Hiro later.” She then caved in defeat. 
“Oh well bring the boys with you.” James suggested. “You know Kimmy I’m glad you’ve made friends with Hiro, Cass told me that besides his friends at SFIT having you around is a nice change of pace for him.” Ann then said. 
“Really she said that?” Kim asked not realising what Cass thought of her hanging around her nephew for secret reasons. 
“But Kimmy your not involving Hiro in this mission of yours are you?” James then asked. “No I’m not.” Kim said. 
Later at the lucky cat:
Later as evening draws in, Kim and Ron later arrived at the lucky cat Cafe but the cafe itself is closed and so they went round to the side where the home entrance was. They knocked on the door. Then Cass answers the door. 
“Oh Kim what a surprise.” Cass said. “Hi Cass is Hiro around?” Kim then asked. 
“Oh yes why?” Cass asked just then Hiro appeared. 
“It’s cause they have a school project coming up and they needed a little help with it.” Hiro said smiling in excuse. 
“Well nice to see you helping with school work Hiro.” Cass said, “well come in I’ll make some coco if your interested.” She then offered. 
“We’ll have some.” Jim and Tim then said popping up which surprised both Cass and Hiro. “Oh and I hope you don’t mind that I brought my brothers with me our parents are out so I’m babysitting.” Kim then explained. 
“Of course I don’t mind the more the merrier.” Cass said as they came in. “Thanks Mrs.H.” Ron thanked and Rufus just waved. Soon Kim felt something against her leg and it was Mochi who looked up with a smile. 
“Aw hello.” Kim cooed stroking the cat who purred in response. “How about that Mochi likes you.” Hiro observed. 
Mochi then looked up at Rufus who smiled mischievously causing the molerat to look in fright as he hid in Ron’s pocket. 
With the Tweebs downstairs with Mochi, Kim and Ron were upstairs in Hiro’s room with him and Baymax comparing notes. They were at Hiro’s computer which also doubled as a small work desk with tools and electrical components. They were speaking to Wade on the computer. 
“So I was right Drakken is working with someone.” Hiro said. “So who is it?” Ron asked. 
“Well it’s someone by the name of Mr.Yama.” Wade answered which caused Hiro to freeze in shock, which Kim noticed. 
“Let me guess an old friend of yours?” She asked. “Not exactly.” Hiro winced. 
“Yama is not a friend of Hiro’s.” Baymax said. “He is an enemy of his.” 
“Another villain?” Ron asked. “Sort of, Yama basically runs an underground robot circuit called Bot Fighting.” Hiro explained. 
“Bot fighting?” Kim asked. “Wait I remember your cousin Larry telling me about this KP.” Ron remembered, “it’s kinda like the robot rumble only it’s ultra more comparative not to mention illegal.” He then explained. 
“Hey betting on them is illegal, that’s why it’s a lucrative sport.” Hiro then said only to be met by a raised eyebrow and a frown from Kim as she had an idea as to how Hiro knew about this. 
“Okay, I used to do some bot fighting in my more questionable days.” Hiro confessed
“Dude you were a bot fighter?” Ron asked. “Yeah with that thing.” Hiro then pointed to his bench and saw a small robot made of three components which were circular in the middle with diamond shaped parts on the head and acted as the arms and legs on the body and waist. It’s face was a goofy smiling face in yellow. 
“That small thing?” Ron said as Rufus hoped over and just pointed at it with a questionable look. “Ah appearances can be deceiving my friend.” Hiro then said with a smirk. 
“Uh guys back to business.” Kim said. “Wade anything more?” 
“Well what Hiro just said checks out but there’s more, according to the police files he’s one of the key figures of crime in San Fransokyo’s criminal underworld and he runs the bot fighting as a downtime thing.” Wade explained showing images of the villain. 
“Whoa and apparently he hasn’t heard of diet and exercise.” Ron said gagging at Yama’s rather bulk appearance. 
“Who hasn’t?” They suddenly heard a voice and turned to see Aunt Cass holding a tray carrying three cups of coco. 
“Oh uh it’s an example of the question on Kim and Ron’s school assignment.” Hiro covered up. “Yeah it’s in biology class and how fat can have a bad affect on the body.” Kim added. 
“Yeah right, Baymax.” Ron said to the round robot. “Having too many high fat foods can result in obesity, heart problems even paralysis, in some cases.” Baymax diagnosed pointing a know it all finger up. 
“Oh well here’s some coco I’ll let you get back to it.” Cass said handing the cups to the three, then took her leave. Hiro turns his computer screen back on showing Wade. 
“Okay so this Yama is working with Drakken to build something.” Kim wonders.
 “Well it wouldn’t be the first time, he actually blackmailed a scientist to have SFIT students including my friends to use their talents to make his robot unstoppable.” Hiro explained recalling the events of when he was singled out of a lecture but learned he wasn’t who he says he was. 
“So if he’s some kind of crime boss and runs a secret Bot Fighting ring why hasn’t he been arrested yet or the fights shut down?” Ron asked. 
“Well he has connections to good lawyers who get him out of prison when he does get arrested.” Wade explained. 
“Plus the fights are held in good luck alley and they couldn’t get to him as he gets away as do any contenders long before the police arrive to break up the fights.” Hiro then added. 
“We still need answers, Wade can you access his mainframe?” Kim asked and Wade gets to work to hack Yama’s computer. 
“No good his office firewalls are too encrypted even for me.” Wade explained. “The only way in is through a computer linked to his server.” 
“Like the one in his office at the bot fighting ring.” Hiro then said. “Whoa, good one.” Wade said. 
“Then we’ll do this the same way we did at Falcetto Jones dog show  we go in as contenders but whilst Yama is distracted I’ll hack his computer and get the intel we need.” Kim then suggested. 
“Well Hiro can handle the contender part.” Ron said. “Uh yeah that’s a no go I recently found out I’ve been blacklisted from the fights and if Yama sees me anywhere near the fights he’ll crush me into a pulp.” Hiro explained a little scared. 
“Despite Yamas size and physical appearance it is unlikely he could crush you into a pulp.” Baymax explained. 
“He was just exaggerating Baymax.” Kim explained. “Oh” Baymax said. 
“Plus you can’t do it, your a teen hero who’s known on the news Yama would recognise you in an instant.” Hiro then explained. 
“We could do it.” Said a voice from behind them and Kim recognised the voice and turned to see the Tweebs standing at the stairs to Hiro’s room. 
“Oh no.” Baymax said. “Wha! Tweebs how long were you standing there?!” Kim exclaimed. 
“Long enough to know your involving Hiro in your new mission.” Jim said “despite telling mom and dad that you weren’t.” Tim then added. 
The three just stood there completely shocked they were indeed busted. 
“No way boys I’m not letting you guys do it, this is serious in shady parts of town and illegal bot fights.” Kim then explained to the Tweebs in a serious tone. 
“Uh that’s not how I would talk them out of it.” Hiro said.
“Come on Kim we’ve helped out on missions before.” Jim said remembering the incident with a certain mind control device. 
“Either we help or we’ll tell mom and dad who’ll them tell Hiro’s aunt. Tim then said with his arms crossed. 
Kim, Ron, Hiro and Baymax all looked at each other, and knew the boys were dead serious about this. Hiro could tell this reminded him a lot about how Fred goofed and revealed their identities as BH6 to a certain rival of his. Kim and Ron also knew how the Tweebs operated and how they would usually follow through on their threats. 
Good Luck Alley: later that evening
Hiro, Kim and Ron were soon at Good Luck Alley with the Tweebs as they gave into their demands. They were wearing sunglasses and dark clothes. Ron was wearing a black jacket with a dark red shirt and his usual brown pants and white sneakers. His hair was combed in a more bad boy style. 
“Okay now remember, you guys go in and participate in the fights and keep Yama distracted, meanwhile I’ll slip in and let Hiro in from the back.” Kim explained the plan. 
“Right good plan.” Ron said. “Great but leave the talking to us when it comes to robot questions.” Tim then said. “That’s true if they ask questions about your robot, and you don’t know Yama will know something’s up.” Hiro agreed. 
“Agreed so keep a low profile.” Kim then said. “Great except the part where I don’t have a robot.” Ron pointed out Kim then handed him her Kimmunicator which got Hiro confused how is that a robot?” 
Ron and the Tweebs then go to the entrance to the bot fighting ring and see many people and teenagers gathered at the ring. Robots were fighting and one actually tore its opponent apart. 
“Whoa!” Jim and Tim said. “Gulp.” Ron gulped then he was met by the fight organiser who holds out a plate. 
“You here to gawk or fight kid?” She asked. “Oh uh well.” Ron said then suddenly Jim and Tim place on the plate a huge amount of money. 
“Oh yeah we’re here to compete.” Tim said in a tough guy attitude. “Our guy heres the best and we built his robot.” Jim added. 
The fight organiser just looked at the two young boys then at Ron who behind his sunglasses looked a little with scared eyes in fright. She then looked to the ‘robot’ he was holding in his hand. 
“So that’s your robot?” She said with a raised eyebrow. “Ah ah appearances can be deceiving.” Ron said in his bad boy voice (if he had one) Then the Kimmunicator popped out a set of wheels and an antenna from the rear. 
“Alright your in the next fight let’s see how long you last?” Said the fight organiser. 
However as they talked they didn’t notice a certain red headed teen hero sneak in the entrance and slip into some of the cracks. She was now wearing a black skin tight suit with grey belts on her waist and chest area. Her head was covered with the skin tight black material exposing only her face. 
Kim slipped towards a back entrance and avoids being seen by any of the spectators. She finds the back entrance and uses her hair pins to pick the lock and opens the door letting Hiro in who was now wearing his hoodie over his head to avoid being recognised. 
“You took your time?” Hiro said “Hey it’s not easy slipping in through a crowd of people.” Kim whispered through her teeth. 
The two then heard some people coming it was a rather muscular man with dragon tattoos on his right arm he came around the corner to the rear entrance but by some surprise the two intruders were nowhere to be seen. He looked around and couldn’t see anything. However unbeknownst to him Kim was on the ceiling using the suction cups in her feet and hands to stick to the roof in a spiderman style. Hiro was holding onto her with his arms round her neck and his legs round her waist. Hiro was sweating in fear but just before it dripped from his head the guard walked away. The two breathed a sigh of relief as they dropped from the ceiling. 
“This way.” Hiro said leading Kim to Yamas office in the premises. 
Meanwhile in the bot fighting ring it was Ron and the Tweebs turn to bot fight. Ron sat on a cushion facing the ring cross legged whilst Jim and Tim stood next to him. He placed his robot in the ring then turned on his remote control. This was actually linked to a controller manned by Wade in his room. 
Their opponent was a teenage girl with pink punk hair styles with goth like clothing. Her robot was pink and black with pincers for hands. The girl looked at Ron and growled which caused him to shriek. 
“We can still run now.” Ron whispered to the boys. “No way we got this.” Jim said “Yeah Kim needs time we give it.” Tim agreed. 
The fight ring leader then lowered a Japanese bamboo umbrella in front of the two contenders and when lifted the fight began. The punk girls robot attacked first leaping at the Kimmunicator but Ron moved the controls backwards which sent a signal to Wade telling him to control the robot and move it backwards to avoid the robots attack the Kimmunicator speeds round the robot and charges into its leg knocking it off balance. The Robot turns round and tries to squash the Kimmunicator but misses. 
“Oh yeah now I got it!” Ron said “Its like playing a video game.” “you mean I got it Ron?” Wade said on the other end. 
The girls robot constantly tries to swat the Kimmunicator but fails the Kimmunicator then speeds up its back and taps on the robots head with its front left wheel. The robot then hits itself in its face piercing it with its pincer and then rips it off. The Kimmunicator then speeds away leaving the robot to slowly fall on its back, defeated. 
The crowd just looks in silence for a moment but then breaks out in applause for the small underestimated robot. 
“BOYAH!” Ron exclaimed in victory. “Husha!” Jim and Tim celebrated. 
Meanwhile Hiro and Kim arrived at Yama’s office. They crack open the door to see Yama at his desk having a phone conversation with someone. 
“What do you mean the items been delayed!” Yama exclaimed. “You assured me all was going as schedule!” 
“Yes, well we’ve had a little interference.” Said a voice on the phone, Kim glared as she recognised that voice as it belonged to Drakken. 
“Big Hero 6 and Kim Possible somehow found our lair but we got away and I assure you the item is unharmed and will soon be ready.” Drakken said on the phone. 
“It had better be, I’ll be there shortly to assess things.” Yama said he then slammed the phone down then went with his two henchmen to the door but not before he took his small robot Mega Yama to the ring. Kim and Hiro hid behind the door and waited until Yama was a distance away then slipped into his office and Hiro closed the door so they wouldn’t be disturbed. 
“Okay we’ll need to be quick.” Kim said and Hiro set to work getting into his computer thankfully it opened on Yamas last session. Kim then took out her spare Kimmunicator and plugged it into the computer via a USB wire. 
“Wade your up.” Kim relayed. “Right running sweeper and accessing files.” Wade replied. “Best hurry Ron and the tweebs are nearly in the semi finals.” He then added.
Back in the ring The Kimmunicator racer was running circles around a robot with saws for hands which tried to slice up the Kimmunicator but Ron/Wade was using the controller to avoid the saws then with one swoop the racer raced up its back and then held position until the saw bot cut into its own body destroying it leaving the kimmunicator racer victorious. 
“Oh yeah can I get a BOOYAH!” Ron exclaimed, to which he received cheers from the crowd. The Fight ring leader then placed a slat with Rons name on it into the finals slate against a certain someone else’s.
“Now for the finals!” The ring leader announced then coming into the ring was Yama with his two henchmen. Ron went from a confident face to an ‘Oh no I’m screwed.’ face. Even Jim and Tim seemed a little frightened as well. 
“Please hurry KP!” Ron said quietly to himself. 
In Yamas office the program Wade used worked and Hiro now had access to Yama’s files including some information. 
“Look at this.” Hiro said to Kim. “Looks like he’s been communicating with someone via snail mail for months.Just like Wade said.” Kim observed. 
“Look at the latest one.” Kim then points out and Hiro looks at the time stamp of when it was received from a sender named Dr.D which in villain code was short for Dr.Drakken. 
“That date coincides with when Krei tech warehouses started getting robbed.” Hiro noticed. “So it looks like he’s working with Drakken but for what?” Kim wondered, but then Hiro noticed something attached to one of the emails, a small file labeled ‘Destructo Yama’. 
“Lets find out.” Hiro said and he went ahead to access the file. 
Back in the ring Yama looked at Ron and the Tweebs with an arrogant smirk. 
“So your the new guys who managed to make it through to the big finals.” Yama said right in Rons face. 
“Uh.. yeah! that’s right my robots bad, really…bad! YEAHHH!” Ron tried putting on his bad boy act. 
“Pft pathetic bad boy amateur is more like it.” Yama said. “Yeah says the guy who acts like a tough sumo wrestler!” Jim cracked and the audience just froze and gasped in shock. 
“Oooh good one shrimp you can talk the talk but can you walk the walk.” Yama challenged as he took his seat and stretched his neck causing a slight click. Ron just gulped in response whilst Jim and Tim just cracked their necks in response. 
“Two bots enter.” The fight official said placing her umbrella between the two robots. “One bot leaves!” 
“Ready…..” Ron and Yama locked eyes as one sweated with fear the other smirked with confidence. “FIGHT!” The fight organiser announced and Mega Yama claws at the ready charged in as Ron reacted quickly to move the controls commanding the Kimmunicator to speed in the opposite direction as the robot attacked. 
In Yamas office Kim and Hiro were still looking over the plans that they had found. 
“So that’s what Drakkens building for Yama!” Hiro said. “But for what?” “Thats what we need to find out.” Kim said hitting a button on the Kimmunicator downloading the data from Yama’s computer. 
In the ring The Kimmunicator was having trouble avoiding Mega Yama’s attacks as it was rather quick. On the other end even Wade had his work cut out for him. 
Yama just smirked as it looked like he was gaining the upper hand. Soon Ron made his mistake and Mega Yama grabbed the Kimmunicator and then ripped it in half like paper. 
The small robot then tossed the remains towards Ron and the tweebs who both looked completely frozen in fright as their sun glasses fell off. 
In Yamas office the Kimmunicator had just finished downloading the data and Kim disconnected it. 
“Okay now lets…” “Hey you can’t be in here!” A voice interrupted Kim and the two looked up to see Yamas goons in the entrance to his office. 
The two goons then noticed a familiar face accompanying the black clad girl. “Its that Hamada kid, he’s supposed to be black listed!” Said one goon to another. “Lets get him the boss will love this!” His partner then suggested. 
“Not happening boys.” Kim said as she flipped over the desk and took up a combat stance. The two goons come charging in and attack Kim who just avoids their punches before throwing a few of her own. 
Meanwhile Yama stood over Ron and the Tweebs just laughing in victory. 
“Haha ha you call that a robot more like a childs plaything!” He laughed. Then all of a sudden he heard a crashing sound coming from his office in the back and suddenly realises that someones broken in. 
“My office!” Yama exclaims. Back in his office Kim manages to kick one henchman to the ground whilst Hiro avoids the other one trying to grab him, Hiro quickly slides under his legs and trips him up with a leg swipe. Meanwhile the other henchman is knocked to the ground by Kims roundhouse kick. 
“Okay lets get out of here before…” “Too late!” A rather loud voice interrupted Kim the two turned to the door and saw Yama with a couple more of his henchmen and one of them was holding Ron and her brothers by their jacket collars. 
“Sorry KP.” Ron apologised in fright. “Yeah this guy catches on fast.” Jim agreed. 
“So your the infamous Kim Possible.”Yama said as he approached her. “I’ve heard a lot about you oh and look if it isn’t Hiro another person I hate more than anyone else.” He said as he saw Hiro in her company. 
Hiro just froze in fright but tried to stand his ground. “Still mad I wrecked your robot in the fights?” He cracked. 
“The only thing getting wrecked is you!” Yama said as he moved to try and grab Hiro but Kim quickly jumps in and tries to kick Yama to the ground. However her foot gets sucked into his stomach and she looks up to see Yama swat her away knocking her into a cabinet sending her hairdryer grappling gun flying across the room.
“KIM!” Hiro and Ron exclaimed. Yama then looked to the young genius cracking his knuckles getting ready to give him a major beating. Rufus emerged from Rons pocket and saw his friends were in trouble and squeaked in horror he quickly scurried up Rons shirt and then in one motion bites down into the hand of the henchman holding Ron by the shirt collar. 
“GAH!” The henchman cried letting Ron go and at the same time Jim and Tim elbowed the other henchman in the gut causing him to let go of them. 
“What!” Yama turned to see his captives free. Using this distraction Hiro dived for Kims hair dryer grapple gun and points it towards Yamas desk and fires it. The grapple hook loops round the desk eventually tightening itself off and when Hiro yanks on the rope and swings the desk to the right and Yama only turns to see the desk slam right into his face knocking him back into the ground. 
Hiro was all but amazed that he actually pulled that off and as the hook retracted he looked at the hairdryer in amazement. 
“Whoa, hairdryers can be useful, I’ve got to get me one of these.” Hiro said swinging it round his finger. 
Ron then rushed over to Kim and helped her up. “You okay Kim?” Ron asked with concern. 
“Yeah I’m fine.” she said but her side did ache a little. “Gah, but this guy knows how to pack a punch.” 
Suddenly they heard Yama lifting the desk off him and his henchmen got up too. 
“Time to go!” Hiro exclaimed and so they took their leave with Jim and Tim close behind. Yama got up with a yell and looked to see them get away. 
“DON’T JUST STAND THERE GET THEM!” Yama yelled. 
Kim and the group charged through the back entrance and made their way through the alleyway trying to get away, they saw an exit but suddenly were cut off by the fight promoter and a couple of Yama’s goons. They turned round and saw Yama standing behind them. 
“End of the line for you punks!” Yama exclaimed it looked like the heroes were trapped but then all of a sudden something dropped from the ground it was a small blue ball which then exploded into goop that caught Yama in it. Then another fell on the goons blocking the exit to the alley encasing them in goop as well. 
Then dropping down to the ground was none other than Baymax with Honey Lemon on his back dressed in their armour. 
“Hiro are you and the others unharmed?” Baymax asked. 
“Baymax!” Hiro exclaimed in joy. 
“BAYMAX?!” Jim and Tim exclaimed. “But how did…” “Wade called us.” Honey Lemon explained but then they heard a cracking sound coming from the goop that Yama was trapped in and he was trying to break out. 
“Lets go!” Kim said as she, Jim, Tim, Ron, Hiro and Rufus climbed onto Baymax’s back and he formed his wings and rocketed into the sky just as Yama broke free from the goop and looked to see Baymax sour into the sky away from the scene leaving Yama with a growling scowl. 
Back at Hiro’s Garage
Soon everyone was safe and sound at Hiro’s Garage, Baymax was out of his armour and seeing to Kims injuries strapping some icepacks to her side. Wasabi, Gogo and the others were present as well. 
“Thanks Baymax.” Kim said. “Icing the bruised area for two to three hours is recommended for a recovery.” Baymax diagnosed. 
“So you guys broke into the Bot Fights, found intel on Yama and brought those two along!” Wasabi said gesturing to the Tweebs. 
“ You guys are Big Hero 6!” Jim said in amazement. “Well it makes sense given the tech they used.” Tim agreed. 
“Yeah so if you guys breathe a word of this to anyone and I’ll hang you from the roof.” Gogo then threatened. 
The two just looked a little intimidated by Gogo’s threat but not a lot. 
“Hey relax we know how to keep a secret just ask our sister.” Tim defended. 
“They’re not wrong they do know how to keep a few secrets.” Kim confirmed. 
“Despite a few bumps in the road, we now know what Yama’s having Drakken build.” Hiro said holding up the Kimmunicator and linking it to his computer on the left side of the garage. 
The computer uploaded the data and revealed to them what Drakken was building for Yama it looked like a larger version of his Mega Yama robot with weapons attached to its hands and missile launchers on its shoulders. Everyone looked in shock to see this robot, and to Kim and Ron the design and weapons looked a little familiar. 
“He calls it a Destructo Yama, according to the specs its full of enough weapons to start a war.” Hiro analysed. 
“And seeing how it’s so advanced he couldn’t add some of the more technical components by himself.” Kim added. “Thats why he reached out to Drakken.” 
“It kinda reminds me of those Destructo bots Drakken forced Dr.Freeman to build that one time when we took drivers ed.” Ron observed to which Rufus nodded. 
“But why does Yama need this thing?” Wasabi asked. 
“Well he is a known crime boss in this city maybe he wants to give himself an edge in the competition.” Kim guessed. 
“Or to attack the city and put it up for ransom classic villain plan!” Fred then suggested. 
“Either way it makes it even more important to find them and stop them, before they’re ready to use them.” Hiro said determined. 
Elsewhere:
Meanwhile Drakken and Shego had just managed to set up shop in a new lair located in another old warehouse on the far side of town. The door of the lair opened to reveal Yama entering the lair and looked to See Drakken standing next to a cloak covered object. 
“I hope for your sakes you have good news.” Yama said in a rather bad mood. 
“Yes Mr.Yama don’t threat, as agreed I Dr.Drakken give you…” Drakken pulls off the cloak to reveal his creation. 
“The Destructo Yama!” Drakken announced. “Thanks to those specs from Krei tech, your robots design and some tech specs from my old Destructo bots I have created a fully functional killing machine rocket boosters powerful servos for climbing and can be controlled remotely from this.” Drakken explained as he gestured to a small watch device he wore on his arm. 
“No one else on the planet will have weapons like these.” Drakken said. 
“Hmm alright I’ll admit you followed through on the deal, now does it function?” Yama asked 
Drakken’s face did turn a bit pale as he was keeping something to himself. 
“Uh well, there is one little ‘ahem’ hitch.” Drakken said sheepishly. 
“A little hitch?” Shego then smirked. “Oh your going to love this pal.” She said to Yama. 
“Destructo Yama ATTACK!” Shego ordered and the robot did as it was told however when it readied its arm cannon it just span round and round spinning like crazy then started firing missiles all over the place from its shoulders causing everyone to take cover behind old crates and the support beams in the warehouse. 
“DRAKKEN DO SOMETHING!” Yama exclaimed. “STAND DOWN DESTRUCTO YAMA!” Drakken ordered and the robot just stopped dead in its tracks. 
“What was that!” Yama yelled in Drakkens face. “Uh yes well there’s a slight problem with the programming apparently its missing a patch upgrade and a problem in the cyber circuits in its processor.” Drakken explained. 
“Can’t you fix it!” Yama exclaimed. “Uh well the thing is this kind of robotics is a little beyond my field.” Drakken explained. 
Yama was about to lose his cool, however he soon developed a smirk on his face as an idea emerged. 
“So, you need a real robotics expert to solve this issue?” Yama said. “Well I happen to know just the shrimp for the job.” He smirked. 
Back at the lucky cat:
Hiro was sitting in the cafe doing some work for SFIT while Kim was just talking to her parents who had come to pick up the boys. 
“So you went to infiltrate a robot fighting circuit with your brothers and met a potential crime boss with links to Dr.Drakken?” James said “And you took the boys with you?” Ann then added. 
“Mom dad it was no big, plus those fights are illegal anyway and no-one got into trouble.” Kim added. 
“Well I don’t see why no one shuts those fights down they just draw in natural born potential and take advantage of that.” Cass said coming into the room with Hiro’s dinner. 
“Yeah but it was kinda cool, minus the intimidating fat guy.” Tim said 
“Yeah and we once built a robot to take to the Robot Rumble back home, once we got it working.” Jim added. 
“Sounds a lot like Hiro when he was your age, once he built our cat Mochi jet boots and went flying round the cafe.” Cass said remembering the old days. 
“Yeah, I remember Tadashi and me spent the day chasing Mochi round the cafe until we brought him back to safe ground.” Hiro chuckled whilst Mochi just shivered at remembering that experience. 
“Still they actually helped out and we got away safe and sound.” Kim said. 
“Well we’re proud of you honey we’ll see you back at the hotel.” James said as he Ann and the boys took their leave as did Ron. 
“I’ll just be upstairs if you need me Hiro.” Cass said as she pecked her nephew on the cheek and headed upstairs, “Come on Mochi.” Cass then said. 
“You know Kim I’ve only known you for a few days and I’m already jealous of you?” Hiro then said which all but surprised Kim to say the least. 
“Jealous of me? why would you be jealous I mean I’ve seen you and your friends in action I could hardly do anything you guys could do suits or no suits.” She said. 
“Yeah but at least you can talk to your folks about being a super hero” Hiro explained “ if me or Baymax even say anything about secretly being superheroes to Aunt Cass then I’d need a serious upgrade to protect myself cause she’d kick my butt, not to mention probably confine me to the cafe.” 
Kim just smiled and sat down next to Hiro. “Well Hiro believe it or not my parents were a little over protective when I told them about my first mission.” Kim explained 
“So what was your first mission by the way?” Hiro asked “Well, it wasn’t really a mission at first it was a little mistype on from someone who got my website instead of a specialist teams.” Kim explained. “But I went to help a billionaire plush collector who had rare Cuddle Buddies their cuddly toys I used to collect when I was young. Anyway the collector and his security consultant was trapped in a deadly laser grid but using my cheerleading skills I was able to get through and turn them off.” 
“Whoa.” Hiro breathed. “Yeah after that my parents were a little worried about me and a little overprotective but hey that’s standard parent, guardian procedure right.” Kim chuckled. 
“Yeah but not like my Aunt one time I even tried setting her up with someone just so she wouldn’t catch me and Baymax doing Big Hero 6 work, though it didn’t work as well given she went on a date with Krei and an employee of his had robots that went a little haywire due to liquid issues.” Hiro explained. 
“Bit much but understandable.” Kim said smiling. “Anyway after a few other missions like my first ones my parents realised this was the person I was they were nothing but accepted of that.” Kim explained. “Plus there’s an old motto my family has ‘Anything is Possible for a Possible’.” 
Hiro was rather surprised by that line and how Kim had similar issues to him when hiding his super hero life from his family. 
“The point is Hiro, sure parents can be a little over protective but its because they love us and are here to support us no matter what it is be it school, girls, boys or even what goes on in our other lives.” Kim explained with a hand on Hiro’s shoulder. 
“So maybe I should tell her and accept what happens?” Hiro said. 
“Maybe yes better she hear it from you then an enemy with a grudge. People can surprise you in surprising ways.” Kim then smiled. “But only when your ready.” 
Hiro took a minute to consider everything that Kim said and how accepting her parents were of her choice to take up her missions and be the hero she is today. Maybe telling his aunt about his secret life wouldn’t be such a bad thing unless she went into crazy over protective mode and confined him to his house. But in the end it was his choice. 
“Anyway I best be getting back to the hotel, see you later.” Kim said grabbing her back pack and heading out. 
“Hey Kim.” Hiro said getting her attention. “Thanks.” He smiled and she smiled back in return.
“Hey so not the drama that’s what friends are for.” Kim said as she left and Hiro felt glad he had this talk with her and at the same time had an idea of how to repay her for her help not just with his own issues but also helping them with this recent mission. 
End of Chapter 5
Well folks that's a wrap on chapter five Team Possible and the Tweebs have just met Yama and the concept of bot fighting, but what could the villains of this tale have in mind for a certain young genius I wonder well wait till chapter 6 to find out. In this chapter I decided to have Kim have a heart to heart with Hiro about how her parents know of her hero double life and all but supportive of it but nothing to say they weren't a little over protective which makes a reference to the BH6 the series episode Cass goes out. Also I was inspired by Kims heart to heart with Cousin Joss in Showdown at the Crooked D. In terms of the bot fighting I thought it be a good idea to involve Jim and Tim given their geniuses and it would be their kind of mission and not to mention Rons poor bad boy attitude would be a hilarious addition to the story. 
In other news I do have something in mind for the finale to at least include one of the episodes from BH6 season 1 before Kim and Ron take their leave so until then BOOYAH!
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slade-neko · 5 years ago
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Took a quick break of Pokemon Sword and Shield to finally test out The Sims 4 University DLC.
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I literally know next to nothing about this pack. Just what I saw in the two preview trailers. I got it thinking it’s gonna be so much fun, right?!  Well... we’ll see... I’m inserting a “keep reading” because its a looong post.
First off I wasn’t sure who to send to Uni. Ended up playing it as my main OC. 
Bought him a new University laptop and enrolled him into the Fox-trot University (or something like that.) Had to wait a full day or two before he got accepted. That’s a pretty long wait with MCCC cutting my game time to half-speed... Maybe you can do it instantly somehow, but I missed out on that if you can. Turns out you can, with TestingCheats True and shift-clicking to bypass the wait time. Good ol’ cheat codes savin’ the day, hahaha! Only wish I knew that sooner...
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Anyways, he arrived at the University eventually. I easily got distracted looking around at all the sims walking around and one of his many classes crept up on him and he was late. Like really late, made it to class with only 3 minutes left for the session. That’s off to a wonderful 1st day.
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Turns out it didn’t matter as they were actually just off-screen rabbit holes. Joyful fun, that is. I had signed him up for a buttload of computer-related classes thinking they’d be fun/ playable? Kinda regretting that now. What do the devs expect the player to in a single person household during a rabbit hole event? Are you supposed to just wait there in real life? Stare at the walk-bys? (Y’know I’ll admit the walk-bys were mildly entertaining...)
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I even spotted Danny from NSP as the new “Health” teacher, I presume? Just look at those “painted on abs.” Go, Danny!
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The classes are only a couple of hours too, so its not a terribly bad wait.
After that disappointing 1st class. I noticed my sim had a bunch of career tasks to do. 
a final exam 
term papers x2 
give presentation 
and homework x4
I misunderstood thinking he had to do it all at once, so I sent him to the study hall to spend the rest of the day doing “career tasks.” Luckily he had a cool study partner.
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Finally sent my sim to his dorm to meet his roommates, but before he could do that, I noticed somehow he had got thrown into the E-Sports career and had to do some team gaming? I think I accidentally set him up with a gaming scholarship. I’m not really fond of “competitive gaming” though. Probably should’ve read through the scholarships a bit better.
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Several more hours later, I ended up just sending him to sleep because it was incredibly late. Dawn of the 2nd day came and then he finally got to meet his “very epic” roommates! Probably the thing I was most excited for seeing in this expansion.
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A Nature-loving hippie boy, a space bounty hunter girl, a space alien girl, and an edgy little jackal...? Oh, boy this will be interesting...
Then well that’s uhh, that’s honestly as far as I got in my playthrough...
The last few days I have been doing more extensive University play testing on my brother’s game and discovered a bunch of annoying things about University. Like how households are ripped apart and individual sims are thrown into single households for the schooling system. I completed an entire term and sims were not re-merged into their original households. Maybe I needed to wait more time after the term is over or something, but if it doesn’t actually re-merge my households that’s reallllly annoying. I don’t want to have to spend time moving sims around to get them back in their rightful households after a term at a University. 
Another annoying thing I’ve noticed is that it would seem my roommates in Uni were creating their own University outfits that were REPLACING my outfits I made for them. 
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Why are these not Situational outfits? They straight up replace the Everydays I created. I can’t tell if that’s a bug or maybe an outdated mod. Seems to only affect my active sim’s roommates though, but jeez I can’t have my sims losing outfits. I spend way too much time making nice outfits on them to have my game go deleting them.
Other than those two big annoyances, the DLC is pretty fun to play. As it is now, I don’t really want to go to a University with all the headache of the cleanup duty I’d have after each term. Those two problems go a long way for me. On the positives, I really like the roommates system. It’s funny to enroll into a university and see which random sims get assigned to my dorm. As for the world, Britechester, I love it and the Universities’ designs! I personally prefer the old gothic Garreg Mach looking school way more than the modern design of the Fox-burrow university. 
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tenroseforeverandever · 5 years ago
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The Perfect Blend Chapter 3
Characters: Tenth Doctor (aka James Noble); Rose Tyler; Clara Oswald; Amy Pond; Jeanne Poisson; Donna Noble; Sylvia Noble; Wilfred Mott; Mickey Smith; Martha Jones; Clyde Langer
Tags: Human AU; fake relationship AU; coffee shop AU; stalkerish!Reinette; hurt/comfort; angst; romance; fluff; Christmas; New Year; New Year’s kiss
Story Summary:
Trying to escape from an predatory ex-girlfriend who will not accept their break-up, James Noble (aka The Doctor) finds himself in a coffee shop where he meets a barista (aka Rose Tyler) who makes him the perfect cup of tea and lends a sympathetic ear to his tale of woe.
Chapter Summary: James and Gramps discuss James’ Christmas announcement; and on New Year’s Eve, Clara and Mickey are concerned that Rose is mooning. 
Chapter Notes: Sorry for the wait. Real life is messing with me, right now. I hope the next chapter won’t take quite as long.
As always, a big hug of thanks to @rose--nebula and mrsbertucci, for taking precious time out of their lives to beta my work. As always, all mistakes are mine.
Read also at: AO3; Tsp; FF
THE PERFECT BLEND - CHAPTER 3
CHRISTMAS DAY
James trudged up the darkened hillside at the back of the house, carrying a large flask full of tea in one hand and an old car blanket under the opposite arm. He took a long, clean breath of fresh air, relieved to have been able to slip away and leave the hubbub and bickering behind him. Despite the (rather deceptive, he thought) sense of freedom, he was feeling self-conscious, and he hesitated as he approached the old lean-to at the top of the hill.
“You don’t really have a date for the gala, do you son?” Gramps’ voice emanated from the rickety little shelter. “C’mon out from behind there, James. I know it’s you. I’d know those footsteps anywhere. Yours and Donna’s both.”
James couldn’t help the fond smile that crossed his face. “I brought some hot tea,” he came around the corner of the lean-to to the familiar sight of Gramps sitting on his tattered, old lawn chair, the box for the new telescope opened before him, “and I thought you might like some help putting your new toy together."
“Well, yes, as a matter of fact both would be very much appreciated.”
James spread the blanket on the ground and knelt on it. He handed the flask to Gramps, pulled the telescope box toward him, and unpacked all the bits in front of him, organizing them and piecing them together.
“I don’t think I’d get through that lot without your help. Thank-you, son.”
“Oh, it’s no trouble. You know how I love tinkering with things. And it’s a brilliant evening for stargazing, even if it’s a bit cold. I should have this in working order in no time.” James turned his eyes to the stars and sighed. “It’s always so peaceful up here.”
“Tonight, especially so, I’ll wager.” Gramps took a long sip of tea. “After that bombshell you dropped on that lot.”
James snorted. “Dropped it on myself, if I’m being honest. You were right, I don’t really have a date for the gala. I never planned on taking a date at all. I was just looking forward to meeting with some of my colleagues out of the office and… they’ve asked me to put together a little firework display to bring in the New Year, so I can’t just back out. The Uni wants something spectacular, something special this year. This gala is all about fundraising for the new Medical Sciences wing, after all.”
“Blimey! Pyrotechnics?” Gramps gawped at him. “You’re not creating that yourself, are you? Surely there are all sorts of regulations about that sort of thing.”
“Weeell…” James ran a hand through his hair, “actually, its digital pyrotechnics. I’ve developed a holographic interface to create some 3D fireworks indoors.”  
“I have to admit, I’m a bit relieved to hear that.”
“Oh, there are still plenty of ways for it to go wrong, and if I have to spend the evening fending off her… But don’t worry, it won’t be like the blender… I swear,” he added at the sight of his grandad’s dubious expression. “Besides, I’m collaborating with a bunch of people from Computer Sciences and we’ve already had a few test runs, but I’d like to give it a bit more pizazz. A few tweaks to make it ultra-realistic.
Gramps sighed. “You know the old saying? If it ain’t broke...”
“Oh, ye of little faith.”
“Well, I would never have guessed you knew much about that sort of thing. You’ve never actually studied computer graphics, have you? Never mind something so grand as all that holographic stuff.”
“Nah,” he sniffed a bit boastfully, “but it isn’t really a big leap from the programming I’m doing for my bionics research… Weeell, not that big. Weeell… I’m a quick study.”
“My clever boy! But the question is, if you can’t back out of the gala altogether, what are you going to do about the fireworks currently going off back down there?” He waved an arm in the direction of the house.
James groaned in response. “All the studying in the world won’t help me with that... Oh, here, Gramps, have a look! Your telescope’s ready to go.”
“Oh, blimey, will you take a look at that beauty.” Gramps marvelled at the telescope, rubbing his hands together. “You shouldn’t have spent all that money, though…”
“C’mon… have a look.  There’s Saturn.” James pointed to the sky. “Something easy, first, to get the hang of it. Then the universe is yours to explore.”
They took turns, well into the night, peering through the telescope, sipping hot tea and discussing possible solutions for James’ “French dilemma”, as they’d come to refer to Jeanne.
James reminded himself he had nearly a week before the gala. He was clever and not too bad looking, if he did say so himself, even if he was a “skinny beanpole” by Donna’s assertions. Surely, he wouldn’t have any problem finding a suitable date by New Year’s Eve, someone who would convince Jeanne, once and for all, that he had moved on.
 NEW YEAR’S EVE
The bell jingled above the door, and Rose looked up from where she was clearing a table to greet the latest customer. It was New Year’s Eve and the shop had been busy over the lunch hour as people dropped in to grab a coffee and a bite to eat before heading home to prepare for the evening’s festivities. No matter how busy, she always made a point of trying to welcome everyone with a bright smile whenever she could. It was just good customer service, building loyalty, welcoming her guests. Goodness knew her little shop needed all the help it could get to stave off the competition of the big chain coffeehouses.
But perhaps she’d been trying a little harder than usual over the last week or so, her chest filling with a faint, fluttering hope that, when she looked up at the sound of the bell, it would be to the sight of tousled brown hair and sad, earnest eyes and a request for the best cuppa in London.
But it never was.
And that wisp of hope would fade, drifting away on Rose’s soft sigh, her heart emptying a little more every time.
A wistful smile playing over her lips, she brought the used dishes to the counter. As she passed Clara, who was serving the latest customer, her friend arched her brow at her. Rose ignored the shrewd look and handed the dishes through the passthrough to the young dishwasher who took them from her with an overblown sigh.
“You can go home soon, Clyde. Just do this last load for me, yeah? Then a quick mop of the floor and wipe down those counters, and it’ll be all spic and span, ready for the New Year.”
“You sure, Miss Tyler?”
“Yeah, course. The lunch rush is over. Everyone’s heading home now. I can take care of anything else that comes up.”
“Thanks, Miss Tyler!”
Rose turned back to the service counter where Clara was completing an order of a Peppermint Hot Chocolate with a flourish of whipped cream and candy cane crumbs. She called out the customer’s name, handed them their chocolate, then spun to face Rose. “You’re mooning.”
Rose fixed her with narrowed eyes, shaking her head in a teasing warning. “I am not!” Then, latching on to a perfect way to change the subject, her eyes shot to the clock. “Hey, shouldn’t you be heading out by now?”
“Don’t worry. I’m just about to go. The baking’s all set to go for tomorrow.” She grinned. “Besides, I’m not meeting Jenny at the salon for another hour. We’re both going to get our hair and nails done, then we’re going out to bring in the New Year in style.” She winked at Rose.
Rose couldn’t help but feel a bit melancholy. As much as she loved her shop, she sometimes wished she was going out to celebrate, too. But she tried to sound upbeat, for Clara’s sake. “Ooooh, sounds like fun!”
“See, Rose,” Clara offered her perkiest know-it-all smile, “this is one advantage of same-sex relationships. There’s so much extra stuff you can do together. You should seriously consider it. You’re a catch! Better that than mooning after boys.”
(So much for the change of subject…)
“I am not mooning! It’s just a quiet afternoon, yeah. It’s just the letdown after the lunch rush. And, though I know we’ve had this discussion before, I’ll remind you again: I’m not like you. My options remain limited to…” she blew her breath past her lips, and rolled her eyes, “…boys. Such as they are.”
“I suppose… but you have been mooning… for nearly two bloody weeks, ever since that Doctor bloke dropped in.” She waggled her eyebrows.
“Shut up!” Rose’s cheeks burned and she forced herself to maintain eye contact with Clara. “I have not.”
“Pu-lease!” Clara chirped over her shoulder as she disappeared into the little staff room. She reappeared a few minutes later, tying the belt of her coat around her waist.
“I’m not mooning,” Rose insisted, failing to hide the slightly petulant tone from her voice.
“Oh, relax,” Clara scoffed gently, as the bell above the door rang again, “I’m just taking the mick.”
“Hey, did someone mention my name?” the familiar voice sounded from the doorway and both girls turned to greet Mickey Smith with wide smiles.
“Only in jest,” Clara quipped.
Mickey stuck out his tongue at her. “See if I ever cover a shift for you again!”
Everyone laughed and Rose piped up, “Oh, you can’t stay away. Not when you get to spend New Year’s Eve with me.”
“You’re right, there, babe.” Mickey gave Rose a soft, friendly peck on the cheek as he walked past her to the staff room. “Although,” he called out through the door, “Martha might have something to say about that.”
Mickey was Rose’s oldest and closest friend. She had known him literally all her life. He was a few years older than her, and they had grown up on Powell Estate together. They’d even dated a few years back but had quickly realized they were destined only to be the best of friends. Being lovers hadn’t worked for them, much to Rose’s mum’s chagrin. Jackie Tyler had chided Rose about getting airs and graces, thinking herself above dating a mechanic. It had taken a firm word from Mickey to get her to listen to reason, although she still lamented from time to time that Rose would end up an old maid.
That had been years ago, and now Mickey was dating a young surgeon, Martha Jones, who worked at the local hospital. They had met when she had brought her car to him to be repaired and had hit it off right away. A year later, he’d asked her to marry him. Rose, who had rapidly befriended Martha, was thrilled for them both.
Mickey often came to Pete’s Coffee Dimension, after work at the garage, to help out and to make sure Rose, Clara, and the other employees had time for a dinner break. He often stayed the evening, chatting, when Martha was working a night shift. Tonight, he was covering Clara’s shift, so she could have the evening off with Jenny. Martha was on call at the hospital and would be dropping by later, if she was free, to ring in the New Year with her fiancé and Rose.
“Right then, I’m off,” Clara announced, “now that you’re here to help hold down the fort, Micks. But I should warn you,” she grinned, gesturing toward Rose with a jab of her thumb, “this one is mooning…”
“Oh, what’s this then? Mooning? You’re going to be a right misery all night, ain’t ya?”
Rose snapped her arms over her chest. “You,” she fixed Clara with a fierce glare, “are going to be late. And for the record,” she turned her glare on Mickey, “I am not mooning! End of story.”
“All right, all right!” he held his hands up defensively. “You’re not mooning. Blimey! Don’t kill me. Not a great way to start the New Year, yeah?”
“’M not gonna kill ya.” Rose drew Mickey in for a hug, then turned to Clara, pulling her in for a hug too. “Happy New Year, you. Thanks for looking out for me, both of you. Now off you go, Clara. Wish Jenny a happy New Year for us, yeah?”
“Definitely! Happy New Year!” Clara cheered, giving Rose and Mickey a last big squeeze and calling through the passthrough to Clyde before heading toward the door. “Give my love to Martha.” She gave a parting wave and backed out onto the street, the bell tinkling behind her.
 The shop remained quiet, a few customers straggling in through the afternoon. Clyde had long since left and Martha had texted to say she would be by shortly. Rose glanced up at the clock: just gone three.
“So, babe,” Mickey fixed Rose with narrowed eyes, “I have to agree with Clara: you’re not quite yourself. Deny it all you like, you are mooning. Not after some bloke, is it?”
Rose groaned.
“It is!”
“Look, I’m just feeling a little, I dunno…” she shrugged, “…not exactly sad, but jus’…”
“Mooning.”
She smiled. “It would just be nice to have someone special to share the holidays with, ya know? To dress up and go out somewhere nice. I love the shop, I mean… it’s my life, my dream. But it would be good to get out once in a while.” She leaned back against the counter and laid her head on Mickey’s shoulder, as he wrapped a comforting arm around her.
“You’ll find someone.”
“Yeah, maybe. No one as good as you, though.”
“You kidding me? I was a rubbish boyfriend… at least to you. I hope I’m doin’ okay with Mar.”
“She thinks you’re bloody wonderful. But us,” she nudged him with an elbow, “we were just never good together like that. To me, you’ve always been a lovely friend, a big brother, yeah. Always there when I need you. But sometimes, I just feel like I want someone to be a bit more than a friend. I’m just afraid…”
“That you’ll end up with another–”
“Yeah, Jimmy Stone…”
Mickey growled, “If I ever get my hands on that tosser… how he treated you…”
“Enough,” she shoved him a little, knocking him off balance, “you’ll scare away all the customers, looking all aggressive-like.”
“Like there are so many of those…”
She frowned at him, unimpressed.
“Fine…” He grudgingly relaxed, and Rose snuggled against him again. After a few quiet moments, he spoke again, “So tell me about this bloke?”
“What bloke?”
“The one that you’re mooning over. You can’t lie to me, babe, I know there’s someone…”
“Not really…”
“C’mon! Give.”
“There’s nothing to tell you. I hardly know him. It was just… a feeling… he seemed sweet. That’s all. But I’ve only ever seen him the once.”
“And…”
Rose shrugged. “He was nice, but waaaay out of my league. Working on his third Ph.D.”
“An older man! Shit, Rose!”
“No, no! He looks like he’s only a couple of years older than me,” Rose giggled. “I don’t think he’s even thirty. He’s just really clever. Says he’s a genius. Like I said, out of my league. Not that it matters. He’s only come in the once.”
“Wait a minute! This isn’t that… erm… what was it… Doctor-bloke who went gaga over your cup of tea, was it?”
Rose flushed, biting her thumb.
“It him, isn’t it? Clara told me about him. Said you thought he was a bit fit.”
“It was none of Clara’s business! Nothing happened. I don’t even know his proper name and he doesn’t know mine. So, it don’t matter, yeah.”
“Well, he’s an idiot if he didn’t bother to come back and get it, that’s all I can say. Not worth all the mooning.”
Rose opened her mouth to say something more, but at that moment the bell jingling heralded another customer entering the shop.
 About an hour later, Mickey huffed to himself as he wiped down the tables. Martha had arrived a little while ago, given him a quick peck on the cheek, and then she and Rose had disappeared into the kitchen ostensibly to get a start on a thorough New Year’s cleaning… but Mickey knew what really was going on was a good old gossip. Either way, it left him as the front man, taking care of the customers who occasionally wandered into the shop.
The bell chimed above the door. Mickey gave the table he was tending to one last wipe and looked up to greet the man who burst into the shop on a cold blast of wintery air from the street. “’Lo,” Mickey said, “Happy New Year, mate! What can I get you? Something to go?”
The man looked frantic. Even his hair looked frantic. He dragged a hand through it, making it stand up even more on end. “No… erm… no thanks. For here, please. I think I’d like to stay here for a bit.” He loosened the black bow tie at his neck, leaving the ends to dangle, and unfastened the top button of his shirt. “Blimey, that’s a bit better. Always feel trapped in a tux… unluckiest suit in the world. Never liked ‘em… Nothing good ever came from wearing a tux.” This time, he ran both hands through his hair.
“Yeah, mate, I get it. I don’t like a monkey suit much either. Look, take a seat and I’ll bring you a menu, but to be honest, you look like you need something a bit stronger than a posh coffee.”
Mickey left to grab a menu from the stand at the front of the service counter and returned to the man, who had seated himself at a table by the window. His legs were jittering with nervous energy. He took the menu from Mickey and glanced over it with glazed eyes.
“I don’t know why I’m here,” he looked up from the menu. “Just putting off the inevitable. My life is over after tonight.”
“Mate, you have a brand-new year coming up! New opportunities. How bad can it be, yeah?”
“You don’t understand. If I don’t show up with a date to the Uni Gala… she’ll…” he spat out the word, “she’ll… Fuck! I’m doomed.” He slumped over the table.
“I’m sorry, man. Wish I could help.”
“No,” the man straightened up, “I’m sorry.” He looked down at the menu again. “I’ll have… hmmm… I’ll have… You know what I need… I need a cup of tea. It did wonders the last time I was here.”
“I can do that! Nothing like a good cuppa, yeah? Oh, blimey, my best friend, Rose (she own’s this place!); well, her mum is known for making the best cuppa, and taught Rose everything she knows. But,” Mickey added conspiratorially, “I honestly think Rose makes it even better. But don’t tell her mum I said so… she’d flay me alive.”
“Rose?” The man’s expression relaxed as he muttered the name, a small smile toying with his lips. “Her name is Rose…”
This man was a bit odd, Mickey thought. Not a bad sort, just a bit odd. “Can I get your name for the order then?”
“Oh, right!” He broke out of his daze. “My name, of course. The Doctor.”
“The Doctor…” Mickey repeated slowly. The name was so familiar, but he just couldn’t put his finger on it.
“Yup! That’s me! Just ‘The Doctor’. It’s easier that way. My real name’s quite common.”
“The Doctor…” Mickey mulled the name around in his mind again, and suddenly all the pieces fell into place. “Wait! You’re the Doctor! The Doctor who was in here a few days before Christmas. You ordered a cup of tea, yeah?”
The Doctor quirked a suspicious left eyebrow at Mickey. “Yeeess… a brilliant cup of tea. What about it?”
“Oh, mate! You said need a date for tonight?” Mickey had never considered himself to be much of a matchmaker. If he was being honest, it would never normally have crossed his mind. He was much more of a live-and-let-live sort of bloke. But this time, it was Rose’s happiness at stake, and when it came to ensuring Rose’s happiness, there were no holds barred.
“Erm… yes… yeah… but, it’s too late. I’m never going to find a date at this time. I told you, I’m doomed.”
“Nah, not tonight, you’re not. Mate, I think I may just have the answer to all of your problems!”
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