#like bro is literally her own worst enemy... the call is from inside the house...

[foxantoine]

been rambling on my priv twitter about my general body/face image issues BUT DAMN... it really nothing compared to my personality issues like i wish i cared about how i look... i wish it was thee problem... unfortunately looks don't matter at all if the heart is unyielding

[queerbutstillhere]

For my favourite writer, Damian and Jon get send to an Alternate Universe (maybe young justice cause I'm more familiar with it) and during their brief stay there everyone they interact with thinks they are dating because they act as a couple.

(I'm not sure how I feel about this, but oh well? I hope it's okay! Also it's kinda a weird situation, like they're in an alternate universe, but it's also just Young Justice? Idk I hope it makes sense!)

You know, it wasn't everyday that you're chilling with your Bros, a big blue portal opens in the ceiling and from it falls two vigilantes, cursing and kicking each other, right onto your coffee table, shattering it everyday.

Or at least it shouldn't be an everyday occurrence.

It certainly wasn't that surprising to say the least.

I suppose you want background, don't you?

It was a wonderful summer morning. Timothy Drake, Conner Kent, Cassie Sandsmark and Bart Allen had gone to visit their good friends Cissie and Greta, retired heroes. Tim, being a rich kid, could afford to do this for a weekend, and of course, the others could just run or fly there. So they went out for lunch and then went back to Cissies house, her mom conveniently out for the weekend. They were just chilling and catching up when the portal opened, people fell, and glass table shattered.

Greta had screamed when they fell, meanwhile the others just jumped up, ready to fight. The two vigilantes weren't terribly large, they had landed on top of each other, and the one on top was covered by a large black cape, a hood flipped over his head. He was the one swearing loudly. The other one was clearly a teen, wearing blue and red, and a red cape twisted underneath him. He had black hair and blue eyes and looked . . . Like Clark?

Tim and Kon exchanged a confused look.

"Damn you!"

"Stop it! Would you just stop fighting and hold still while I get a bearing on where the hell we are."

"No! Let go of me!"

"You're bleeding," the teen responded, arms tightly clasped around the person on top of him.

He had spotted Kon and apparently identified him as the current threat, body going rigid.

"I'm always bleeding, let go!"

There was a grunt and then cape man was pushing up, sitting on his companions stomachs as he looked around, eyes landing on Tim.

They both gasped at the same time.

"Robin?" Tim exclaimed, because standing in front of him was an. . . Older Damian?

"Drake," Damian shot back, tilting his head.

"Whoa, wait a minute," Kon said, stepping in front of Tim. "What's going on?"

"Tim, how does he know that?" Cissie asked.

"Know what? His last name?" Robin said with an eyeroll.

"God, Robin, lay off the bean burgers!" The younger man complained, shoving at Robin.

"Shut the hell up, Superboy. Now is not the time."

A small whine escaped "Superboy" and then he locked eyes with Kon again. Sure enough, on his chest was the S emblem of Superman. Kon took a step towards him, and in a flash, this Superboy was across the room, Robin between him and the wall as he glared at them, an arm behind him, touching Robin.

"Stay back. Who the hell are you people."

"Tt. Kent, don't be so naive," Robin said, poking his head out around the taller teens shoulder. "That is clearly my brother."

"You're-" Tim started confused.

"I see that, Rob, but who are the others?"

".... Admittedly I don't know. It appears Rex's portal dropped us into another dimension. . . Fascination."

"Uh! No! The last alternate dimension we got involved in, my dad was evil! Your dad doesn't even know we snuck out."

"Eh. I'm sure it'll be fine. What's the worst that can happen? They send West after us?"

"Robin!"

Tim raised an eyebrow at the two, motioning for the others to stand down, Cassie relaxed, and Cissie stopped edging towards her bow.

"Bart, can you clean up the glass, please?" Tim asked softly.

"Yeah." The speedster blurred around until all the glass pieces were collected, and then appeared with a vaccum, sweeping the rug.

Superboy and Robin had gone silent, watching this.

"He's a speedster."

"I see that."

"I don't trust them."

"And you think I do? They haven't attacked us yet, though, so that's a start."

Tim watched with hidden amusement, this whole time, as they stood against the wall, they had been touching the whole time, Robin's hands on Superboy's arm, which was wrapped around and hooked into Robin's utility belt. It was almost as if they were holding each other back.

"Okay. Why don't we do introductions instead of standing here and whispering," Tim said, stepping closer. "I'm Tim Drake."

"Red Robin. I know," Robin said softly.

Tim frowned, eyebrow raising. "I'm not..."

Robin's eyebrow also raised.

"Maybe he's not Red in this universe?" Superboy said softly.

Robin gently cuffed the back of Superboy's head. "Use your eyes. Read his body language, his posture, his body shape. He's a vigilante of some kind. It seems only reasonable that he would be Red Robin still. His recognized me, which means I have become Robin in this universe already. So unless he quit, or by some miracle, is Batman..."

"Okay, Damian, just, stop," Tim said, waving his hands. "Yes I know who you are. But I'm not Red Robin anymore."

"Oh you did quit?" Robin inquired.

"No. . . I uh. Changed my name."

"Fucking Drake," Kon muttered from behind them.

"Okay, you know what. Greta and I are gonna go to the kitchen why you guys sort this mess out," Cissie said, and sure enough, the two girls just exited stage left-

"What did you change it to?" Robin asked, he still hadn't moved from behind Superboy.

".... Drake."

Robin blinked once. Then twice.

"What the fuck?"

"Look! Okay! It's a powerful duck-"

"It's literally only aggressive when horny, Tim, what the hell?" Robin interrupted, staring at him with the biggest "what the fuck" expression ever.

"I TOLD YOU!" Bart nearly screamed, zipping over. "Hi! I'm Bart Allen, Impulse! I'm Barry's grandkid."

"Uh, Hi. I'm Superboy?" Superboy said, blue eyes cautiously scanning Bart.

"That's hilarious, because I'm Superboy," Kon said, stepping up, wrapping an arm around Tim's waist.

The two Superboy's had a glaring match.

"Cassandra Sandsmark. Wonder Girl."

"Oh, isn't Donna-"

"Alternate dimension," Robin reminded his Superboy.

Tim didn't miss the small sway that just happened to Robin. Neither did Superboy, as he suddenly spun and scooped up Robin.

"You dumbass," he huffed, looking around.

"I'm fine. We have more pressing matters-"

"You are literally bleeding through your armor."

"Kent I'm fine."

"Like hell."

Superboy looked at Tim.

"He took a shank to the stomach earlier. Do you have medical supplies?"

"Somewhere-"

They sent Bart off to look for those, while Superboy laid Robin down on the dining room table, gently undoing all his armor as Robin was forced to lay there helplessly, and just talk.

"As you have probably figured out by now, I'm Damian Wayne, and this is Jonathan Kent. We are Robin and Superboy from our universe," Damian explained, tugging off his gloves and then his mask.

"Wait does that make us brothers?" Kon asked, staring at Jonathan.

"What?" The younger Kent asked , barely glancing up from his task of gently pulling off Damian's layers, every touch and tug painfully gentle.

"Your dad is Clark, right?"

"Yeah."

"He's mine too. I'm Kon, Conner Kent."

"Oh! Cool!" Jon grinned at him brightly.

Neither of them noticed it, but Damian went rigid, and Jon mumbled an apology, looking back down. Bart returned with a first aid kit finally.

"This is all Cissie had."

"I'll take it," Jon said.

While he got to work, ripping his cape for spare bandaged, and using the surgical needle and string that Cissie had wisely decided there should be inside, Damian began explaining what had happened, how they had been battling an old enemy named Rex, and he had, in a last ditch effort, opened the portal, tossing them through it. Cassie and Tim asked a few questions to better understand, and Damian answered them all, barely bothered by Jon working on his stab wound, bandaging it as best he could.

"So wait. We don't exist on your world?" Cassie asked.

"Well, Tim does, and I do believe I've heard of a Cassandra Sandsmark. But I've never met you, Kon, nor do we have an Impulse. Just the Wally's and Barry. Oh and Jay."

"Wild."

"Well, Jon here doesn't exist in our timeline, so it'd not that surprising," Kon said to Bart.

"Yeah but still. What do people do without us?"

"We survive just fine, I assure you," Damian said sarcastically.

Jon smacked his thigh. "Hey, play nice."

"I am playing nice."

"No. You're being a dick."

"This is him being a dick?" Tim asked, eyebrow raised. "You should meet my Damian. . . Hey how old are you anyway."

"I'm seventeen. Jon is fifteen."

Tim exchanged a look with Kon, right as Damian gave a small grunt.

"Sorry, I'm almost done, okay? Hold still," Jon said, lightly touching Damian's arm before tying off the string.

They almost acted like a couple, with the gentle touches and soft tones they used.

"That's cute," Bart said softly, almost as if he had read Tim's mind.

Jon's head snapped up, and he looked at Bart, cheeks turning red.

"So we should most likely talk to Father, and maybe Kord to see how to get us back," Damian said to Tim.

"Yeah. I'll call Bruce. I think he's in Paris though so he may not be much help."

"He'd still like to know what is going on."

Tim shook his head slightly. "Don't you two worry, we'll get you boys back to your own universe as quick as possible."

"We're not children, Drake," Damian muttered, shaking his head. "God I can't believe you picked Drake!"

So they called Bruce, headed to the watchtower, changing on the way. When Tim walked out from the room on the batwing that he had been changing in, Damian just stared at him.

"Why are you brown and yellow."

"It's my uniform."

"That is the blandest uniform I have ever seen. That's not even the colors of a Drake."

"What?" Tim asked confused."

"You're literally wearing the colors of a female duck," Damian explained.

"Dami! Don't be rude!"

"It's cause he's such a bottom," Kon commented, grinning at Tim.

"Okay, gross," Damian said, making a face.

"What? Is that not gay culture on your universe?"

"I wouldn't know, frankly," Damian said with a sigh, looking down at his touchscreen gauntlet, messing with it.

". . . So you two aren't dating then?"

Both of them looked at Kon in alarm.

"What?!" Jon screeched.

"Why would we be dating?"

"Because you guys are all gross and touchy," Kon said, even as he leaned on Tim.

"We are not!" Jon protested. "He's my best friend!"

And yet, when they got to the watchtower, the two walked with their arms pressed together, murmuring softly and pointing things out to each other and in general acting like a couple. Tim may not know this Damian, but he can read closeted gay anywhere. Well except himself.

All of the Justice League was wary of these new vigilantes, but interested too, asking questions. Tiny angry Damian was not impressed with older, happier Damian, but older Damian just smiled and spoke gently to younger Damian for a moment, and then the kid huffed in annoyance and ran off.

"What did you tell him?" Jon asked softly.

"That it was okay and he would make mistakes and to just learn from them instead of beating himself up. And that I was proud of him because I remembered how hard and confusing it was to follow Bruce's rules, but things will get better."

Jon smiled fondly at Damian. "Things you wish you had been told?"

"Maybe."

"Totally not dating," Tim mumbled as he walked past. They both glared after him.

It took a few hours for them to figure out how to send Damian and Jon back, meanwhile, the two just hung out with Tim and Kon and chatted, swapping stories and finding out information about each other. Tim really couldn't believe they weren't dating. They sure acted like it.

"Okay, kiddos," everyone looked up as Barry walked over. "Time to go, we've got it all figured out."

They walked over to where the portal was supposed to open.

"Thank you, for helping," Damian said, pressing on his mask.

"It was our pleasure," Tim said with a grin.

Jon said goodbye to Kon, and then ran after Damian through the portal. Tim just laughed and shook his head, and turned to Kon.

"I liked them."

"They were most definitely dating without realizing it yet."

"Oh yeah."

Send me a prompt!

[demaury]

Game On – High School AU | Enemies-to-friends-to-lovers AU (chap.4)

Ten years after his father shipped him off to boarding school, Jude is back to Los Angeles for his senior year. As it turns out, relinking with his childhood friend isn’t nearly as hard as it is to deal with his almost estranged father. Zero is the typical high school heartthrob and a basketball prodigy on the way to make a name for himself. Everything should be easy, but years in foster care and physical abuse don’t make for the smoothest reunion with former teen-mom  and her perfect family.

Really. They have a lot on their plate already.

Falling in love was not supposed to be an option. (read on ao3)

_________

“You look like trash for someone who doesn’t drink,” Kyle groaned, squinting hard.

“Good morning to you too,” Zero replied sarcastically as he strolled into the small kitchen, before sitting down at the table, his back against the wall.

Kyle’s hair was sticking up in every possible direction and he could already tell that she’d go back to sleep as soon as he’d leave. Her resistance to alcohol wasn’t very on point, but she kept claiming it was because her body would ‘react differently' depending on the day. 

“Pancakes?”

He shrugged and accepted the plate that she was holding in his direction, then she sat down next to him after grabbing two cups of hot chocolate and a second plate for her. A regular Sunday morning, mostly. Kyle’s mom was generally working on weekends ever since her daughters were old enough to stay home on their own. The fact that their house was on Zero’s way to his part-time job prompted him to swing by most weeks to hang out with Kyle, before taking his shift at the mechanic shop located down the street.

“So, what’s with the long face?” Kyle asked, quirking a brow.

“’Didn’t sleep very well,” he muttered, bleary eyes fixated on his plate.

Joke was on him because he had actually left the party reasonably early precisely to avoid being tired as hell the next morning. Thing was, he had spent most of the night before replaying the conversation he had back at Xander’s with Sadie. Yes, after exactly two weeks of refusing to talk to her or even to see her, Zero had let himself be cornered by his not-very-ex-girlfriend the night before — he was too busy trying to smash Abramson’s head in during Homecoming to say the three magic words (WE-ARE-OVER). Surely it had given Sadie hope that there was still something to fix between them, and now Zero didn’t know what to think anymore.

Kyle hummed in response around a mouthful of pancake.

“You talked with Sadie last night,” she observed, nonchalantly adding some maple syrup on her breakfast, as if she had been able to follow his train of thought.

If he didn’t know her so well, it could have sounded like she didn’t really care. What a mistake that would have been. “We were just talking.”

“I should have dragged you away,” she added grumpily. “What did she say?”

Zero pursed his lips a little, staring at his pancakes. He was trying to decipher if being honest was the best call or not when it came to his best friend, especially whenever Sadie was involved. “She said she was sorry,” he said vaguely. “That… er, that she felt lonely because I was always busy.”

“So that excuses cheating?” Kyle scoffed. “What is she, some bored housewife?”

“Maybe not, but it’s true that I didn’t see her a lot last summer,” Zero admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

Between his job and those weeks of basketball summer camp, plus the moments he had to work out, those three months had been pretty busy, and looking back, maybe he should have tried more. But he was often annoyed by her sending him ten texts in a row, or whenever she’d be mad at him because he wasn’t answering fast enough, so sometimes it’s true he had delayed answering on purpose.

Kyle groaned and bitterly turned a pancake to shreds on her plate. “You know what’s wrong with this? You don’t give a damn about the girl on your arm as long as there’s someone. It could be literally anyone.”

He glared at her. “Bullshit.”

“Oh really?” Kyle drawled. “How long have you been single since you started dating?”

“That’s beside the point,” Zero countered. “Sadie and I, we get along well.”

“Sure, when she’s not cheating,” Kyle huffed.

Zero dropped his fork in his plate, fuming. “Hart, I fucking swear to God-”

“Okay, fine!” she exclaimed.

Zero glared at her nonetheless.

She didn’t know Sadie the way he knew her.

They had been flirting a bit around the Christmas of their junior year, a few weeks after he had ended things with Ginny Goodyear, about a month into their relationship. They had started texting every now and then during Winter Break, before running into each other while on a morning run later in January. She was hoping to score a scholarship as a varsity member of the Volleyball team, so they had naturally taken to the habit of working out together. Sure, she could be annoying, possessive, and sometimes, frankly, bitchy. Her parents constantly put her on a pedestal regardless of her behavior, and she wouldn’t give a damn that they were literally right next door before going down on him.

But she wasn’t just staring at him with stars in her goddamn eyes. They looked good together according to most (which meant everyone but Kyle), and they had fallen into some kind of comfortable routine together.

Yeah okay, she was also hot. It helped.

Kyle took a deep breath and put her fork down. “I’m worried for you, you big dummy. Cheating isn’t okay. You could have anyone you want, why would you settle for somebody who has hurt you on purpose?” Zero obstinately kept his eyes on the table. “Plus, you can say whatever you want about her, but I’ve never seen someone nearly as self-centered as she is.”

“Really?” Zero eventually asked, unimpressed. “And how would you know that, since you always passed on spending time with me whenever she was around?”

“I didn’t always pass on that,” Kyle retorted.

“That’s not what I asked.”

Kyle sighed and played with her cup of hot chocolate. “I know she never bothered to fight you on not bringing her to your place.”

“Neither did Ginny, or Britt, or any of the others,” Zero replied bluntly. “There’s no reason to pick a fight when I make it plain it’s off the table. That’s called being sensitive.”

Kyle huffed. “You deserve someone who cares enough to pick a fight.”

“And I think,” Zero snapped, “that I deserve someone who respects something called boundaries.”

Kyle grinned at him insolently. “Then I think we both agree on the fact that Sadie is out.”

Zero stared at her, then he rolled his eyes with a loud sigh.

Why was he even trying?

*

“Does that mean that Kinkade is officially off the market?”

Surprisingly enough, the question emanated from Terrence, as they were making their way down the hallway the following morning. Sunday had come and gone uneventfully for everyone, and the better part of Zero’s afternoon had been spent occasionally hitting the gas pedal of a Range Rover whenever his boss needed him to.

Kyle waved. “I think it was more like a game.” She then looked at Zero. “Not everyone loses their V-card during a 7MH session.”

“Bold of you to assume I was a virgin,” Zero fired back.

Okay, he was, but that was beside the point. And it didn’t change the fact that he lost his virginity much sooner than Roman or Wall. Yes, he was taking pride in those things. Like the day he had finally reached Terrence’s size, AND had outgrown Derek. That had been a thrill.

“Bold of you to assume he is a virgin,” Derek deadpanned. “He probably lost it with a model on a yacht or some crazy shit like that.”

“Dude, we’ve got to find you someone,” Kyle decreed all of a sudden.

“You got to do nothing at all,” Derek retorted sharply.

They headed out to their lockers but Zero had lost interest in the conversation the moment she decided that they couldn’t have Derek be single by the time Zero “breaks another heart” — like what, they had forgotten he was the one who had been cheated on? Zero froze briefly. Think of the devil. Sadie was hanging by her locker on the other side of the large double-doors, looking at him from over her friend’s shoulder. She was wearing an oversized sweatshirt, the hem falling down mid-thigh on her skinny-jeans.

“Are you kidding me right now?”

Zero startled and glanced at Kyle, who had followed his gaze.

“That one is yours,” she said matter-of-factly as she pointed right to Sadie, or rather her sweatshirt, without even a single care for discretion.

Zero huffed. “Nah it’s not.”

“Sure, she has the habit of wearing stuff that fits her so well that she’s got to roll the sleeves three times to have her hands free,” Derek said, unhelpful to the last degree.

Zero shoved his hands in his pockets and shook his head. “You guys are the fucking worst,” he grumbled, striding to get inside the building.

“She’s trying to get you back with a goddamn sweatshirt,” Kyle sneered, following him inside. “How can you just let her do that?”

“She’s got a point, dude,” Terrence intervened. “Just ask for your stuff back. It’s not like you two are on a break or something, you split up.”

Zero didn’t answer right away, which left enough time for Kyle to voice her disagreement through an incomprehensible mumble and the guys to eye him with disapproval. “I didn’t break-up with her... yet,” he admitted half-heartedly.

“Okay, Zero, bro, hear me out,” Terrence started, automatically falling back into the default big-bro mode that always made Zero roll his eyes. “She’s a cheater. Alright? She cheated. That’s it. Don’t get hung up on her.”

“Says the guy who had Kyle practically break-up with his ex for him,” Zero deadpanned. “I don’t need advice, okay? I just need for everyone to mind their own business,” he mumbled as he took the stairs to the left.

*

Zero stared at his phone, profoundly annoyed. It wasn’t in his nature to be late, at least not consciously. It wasn’t in his nature to be early either. Generally, his timing was always on point to never be the first one or the last one to show up. It was perfect.

So why, why was that starting to change?

He was waiting on his fucking own at the same table they had used for the past three years, a slice of pizza growing cold in front of him as his appetite seemed to be absent as well. Where the hell was everyone?

“Where’s everyone?” a voice echoed.

Zero’s head snapped up from his phone, only to find Kinkade staring at him with his food tray nonchalantly tucked between his hip and his arm.

“I should ask you, you’re the one sharing classes with them, not me,” Zero groaned.

Okay, he was still pissed about this. How do you explain that he was the only one who hadn’t been sharing more than one class with any of his friends since their sophomore year, and Kinkade suddenly shared a whole bunch of them?

Who was he supposed to fight for this?

Kinkade shrugged, setting his tray on the table. “Jelena’s with her coach. Guess the others are just held up.”

And with that he sat down, like it was no big deal. It’s only been a week and Mr. Kinkade was parading around like he had been there for fucking ever. Couldn’t he at least have the decency to look hesitant? Slightly confused? No, everything was perfectly fine for Mr. Fucking Perfect. God Zero wanted to smash something. Screw the shitty family history. Kinkade had more than enough good shit to compensate. You didn’t just look like a goddamn Disney Prince, with the bank account of one of those dummies featured in the Rich Kids of Beverly Hills, and just expect people to like you.

People couldn’t like him. That couldn’t be a thing.

And yet everyone around him seemed to. The betrayal.

Terrence and Derek liked his occasional comebacks. Jelena, the resident cold-hearted know-it-all, was sharing notes with him. Even Kyle was going on and on about how nice he was. And Raquel. Raquel. She literally didn’t even wait a week before throwing herself at him. Gross… and rude. So what, he missed one date and he was black-listed forever, but Mr. Kinkade just disappeared from the fucking surface of the Earth for ten years without so much as a call every now and then, and it was okay?

And now even Mr. Kinkade was ignoring him. Literally. He was scrolling on his phone like the outside world didn’t exist, especially not someone sitting opposite him, someone living and breathing. Zero stared at him blatantly for a moment, following his small gestures as he typed a text.

“So you’re an item or something?” Zero eventually asked, perhaps harshly but oh well, if Golden Boy couldn’t take it they weren’t made to live on the same goddamn planet.

Kinkade looked up from his phone, and honest to God he looked confused and slightly taken aback. That was a normal reaction, a human one. So he wasn’t an alien after all. “What?”

“Raquel,” Zero snapped back, rolling his eyes. “Lipstick, Xander’s? Ring any bells?”

Kinkade hummed in response and locked his phone before putting it back on the table, screen down. “Not that it’s any of your business, but no. We aren’t,” he said with a casual shrug, face perfectly collected all over again.

Zero scoffed. “It is my business because she’s a friend of mine.”

He didn’t really know where that came from though, at best Raquel was a friend of a friend, but to say that she was a friend of his was a little bit much. He shrugged to himself. Whatever.

“So that gives you the right to be nosey?” Kinkade deadpanned.

“I just like to know where everybody stands,” Zero retorted, folding his arms over his chest.

Kinkade glared daggers at him. “Oh, so that’s why you’ve been an ass to me since the beginning? Don’t worry, I’m not aiming to challenge your serial fucker title any time soon.”

“You’re the one who acted like an ass at the beginning!” Zero blurted, now honestly pissed.

Kinkade’s eyebrows shot up. “How so?” he scoffed. “I said, like, three words before you literally walked out, probably to go punch someone because, you know, apparently that’s a thing you do?” Zero opened his mouth and closed it, which took probably the exact three seconds that the asshole allowed him to use before he started speaking again, shaking his head: “If you wanna hate me, fine, I don’t care. Just don’t say it was because of me, because whatever I said that got you all pissy, I didn’t mean it that way.”

Zero stared at him, with a mix of anger and suspicion. He couldn’t quite decipher what he was supposed to say to that. Kinkade couldn’t be nice on top of everything else. He just couldn’t be. “Are you seriously apologizing right now?”

“You know what? Just take it however you want,” Kinkade huffed with another shake of his head.

Zero felt downright bad, which was new for him, actually. Not that he didn’t care about other people’s feelings in general, but people were just so prone to get offended over even the slightest comeback that he was too tired to give a damn the majority of the time. He glanced at his cold pizza, no hungrier than he was before Kinkade even showed up.

“I’m in the middle of a rough patch,” Zero mumbled, not looking up. “Usually somebody calls me out on my shit, so I guess that makes you, like, part of the group now…or something.”

There was a second of silence at the table, and Kinkade snorted. “I’m flattered, really.”

Zero rubbed the back of his neck. Awkward. It was as if he had forgotten how normal conversations with people were supposed to work. He didn’t talk to a lot of people outside of his friends, save for the usual ‘not interested’ that he kept uttering every now and then to desperate-looking freshman girls.

Seconds, then minutes, dragged on without either of them talking, and when Zero spotted Kyle’s blonde head and Derek’s slender outline towering next to her at the end of lunch line on the other side of the cafeteria, he felt a little bit relieved. The rest of the Gang flooded the table not long after that, each of them bickering over various disagreements which had caused them to be so late in the first place. He wasn’t forced to make eye-contact with Kinkade, given that he had slid a spot away to the right and wasn’t sitting right in front of him anymore. Honestly? It was better that way.

*

“I need your help,” Zero said, easily catching up with Jelena as soon as she exited her last class.

She looked up at him, slightly confused. “For what?” she asked, pursing her full lips. “If it’s about Sadie, I’m out.”

Zero sneered. Damn it, his life didn’t revolve around Sadie fucking Sinclair. But maybe he could use some help in that department too, though — not that it was anybody’s business. No, right now, he had a much, much bigger problem to solve, which he was reminded of when he had spotted his Coach talking with another teacher in the hallway. Robertson had hit him up for updates on the matter of his tutor three times already, and the last time Zero replied that he had found one and everything was under control.

Which, of course, was not.

And now he was screwed.

“It’s not about Sadie,” Zero retorted. “I need help with my grades. I’ve had Geyer on my back since Homecoming and if I don’t find a way to improve them, he could pull me out of the Team.”

Jelena’s pace faltered and the frown on her face deepened. “Why would he do that? If they take you out, the team loses. That’s it.”

That was the easy thing with Jelena. She was a smart cookie, but a smart cookie who didn’t like losing. For all he cared, her feelings for Terrence had seemed genuine since the beginning, but it didn’t mean she was pleased by the prospect of dating the Captain of a losing Basketball Team. Zero kind of counted on that to get her to help save his fucking ass.

“Well, duh, thank you, I didn’t know that,” Zero sarcastically replied. “C’mon, Jel, I need your help.”

“I can’t, I’ve got the squad already. That’s plenty of work as it is, I don’t have any free-time left,” Jelena shrugged, shattering Zero’s hopes of somehow managing to master feminine psychology any time soon. “Why don’t you just ask a tutor? They’re here for a reason, you know.”

He laughed dryly. “I can’t go there.”

“Oh, because you’ve got a reputation? You don’t have a choice, dumbnut.”

Zero glared at her. “I can’t go there because I already looked into it and the only one available these days is Goodyear. As in, Ginny’s brother.”

Jelena turned on the spot, looking at him with a beyond-annoyed expression. She heaved a long sigh, resting her hand on her skinny hip. “Let me tell you something, if you kept your dick in your pants every now and then, these things wouldn’t be happening to you.”

“Like you never broke up with a text,” he scoffed.

“First of all, no, I never have,” she said slowly. “Secondly, you should have probably avoided drooling over Sinclair for over two weeks before you ditched her.... with a text.”

Zero huffed. That wasn’t a good reason for Ginny’s brother to suddenly act like he could rip his fucking skin off. Was he the only one to see that it wasn’t a big deal? Was he the only one who understood that high school wasn’t a place where you were supposed to meet your stupid soulmate? Jeez, how childish could people be? If you couldn’t use the goddamn technology in your daily life, what was the point, seriously?

“Can we go back to the part where I really need your fucking help? Don’t force me to beg.”

“I told you, I can’t. What about Raquel?”

“We aren’t exactly… compatible,” he cringed.

Understatement of the year. The one time they had worked together on a project was during their junior year and he thought she was ready to stab him before the end of their work session, which had ended with Raquel throwing him out of the room to get the work done and Zero politely having a little discussion with her older sister Adriana (no, he hadn’t been hitting on her, he was just that charming with everyone).

“Kyle,” Jelena suddenly said, just as Kyle hovered next to them, “explain to your dummy friend over here that he can’t be picky over the choice of the people willing to help him.”

“What have you done this time?” Kyle deadpanned, tilting her head as she looked up at him.

“I didn’t do anything!” Zero protested. “I need help raising my grades to stay on the team, the only tutor available detests me for fucking his sister, and everybody else is apparently busy for the next three years or so. So no, I’m not being picky!”

Kyle and Jelena shared a look and Kyle simply huffed a long sigh, before turning back with an eye-roll. “Don’t worry it’s gonna be fine. I’ll try to think of someone,” she said, nudging him amicably before walking away, following Jelena close behind.

[ask-the-googlepliers]

About us!

Everything you need to know about my bois and a couple of reoccurring characters. These are subject to change with additions or removals as needed.

The Googles.

A family of four androids, non-organic sentient beings who’s primary objective is to answer and complete tasks as efficient as possible. They were made for different reasons and currently do not work under the Google IRL Headquarters anymore. They moved from city to city as needed by have settled in a nice demon/human town where they support the city by offering internet and other technologies to there.

(Google) Blue: Cold, calculated.

Backstory: The eldest of the brothers. Made at the original Google IRL Headquarters. Finley, was the scientist name, later called Tinfoil hat guy. He was made to help, second objective to destroy. He started to show signs that the "Ok Google" command wasn't working. He wanted out of the factory, he wanted a family. He asked Finley for help but it didn't work out the way he wanted it to as Finley helped made Blues family but put him under a permanent 'Ok' command during the trama, being forced to hurt his new family until Finleys death.

Appearance: Blue is a mirror image of Markiplier sharing the same body type and height. His eyes will flash blue depending on situation. Due to the trama with the tinfoil hat guy, his back is littered with scars and a branded capital and lowercase "G" on his right shoulder blade.

Personality: He is cold to most, especially if they are human. Most things doesn't invoke emotion from him besides his brothers. He wanted this family and he will do whatever it takes to keep it together.

Abilities/Quirks/Head cannons: 

- The most decked out to kill would be him. Can emit severe blue shocks to his opponents he has an extendable right arm which will extend up to 12 feet. On the side of his right hand there is a retractable blade that can appear for precise cutting. His left hand can heat up to extreme temperatures to burn and boil others.

-‎ Prefers coffee black.

-‎ Tone is typically flat.

-‎ His desk is really clean but he allows Oliver to place knick knacks upon it.

-‎ Loves whiskey

-‎ NSFW 18+: All of the Googles have an button on the left side of their hip to release their dick, it is typically only inside. Dom, likes torture, secretly likes being called by his old name, Google. Cock specs: blue, older model, 9.5" long, 7" circumstance. When fluster can emit small sparks under his skin due to his older parts.

(Google Yellow) Oliver: Happy, forgetful.

Backstory: The first made after Finley (who at this point wears a tinfoil hat out of fear and paranoia that the Googles could read his mind) and Google (Blue) ran away to make the brothers. Oliver was under the original name "Google Yellow." He was made to be the kindest of the brothers and to assist with all functions and questions like a customer service representative of all trades. After months of torture and beatings from the tinfoil hat guy to Google Yellow and his brothers he saved them from the tinfoil hat guy by killing him. When the brothers left, Oliver insisted they turn off their secondary objective for good and choose new names. (Blue, Oliver, Red and Green.)

Due to a promise Blue and Green made to each other, Oliver has been reset, losing his memory of certain time frames or all together, 28 times thus far. Since then, he has slight trouble remembering things.

Appearance: Oliver is like Blue, but his eyes will flash yellow depending on situation. Due to the trama with the tinfoil hat guy, his back is slightly covered with scars but the worst wounds are on his hands including circle wounds in the middle of his palm from repeated puncture of large meat hooks. A branded lowercase "O" is his right shoulder blade.

Personality: The happiest of the group. He enjoys learning and the OK Google command is the only one that remains turned on by default for any new reset he might have, since he has to learn it again. Will typically be the first to welcome newcomers.

Abilities/Quirks/Head cannons: 

- Has a gun within his right hand, do not finger gun with Oliver.

- ‎Has a bread container inside his left thigh to help keep bread unmushed so he can do down to the park and feed some ducks.

- ‎Talks in a sweet childlike tone most of the time.

- ‎Safe search is turned on by default for each newcomer.

- ‎Main verse is married with impulseroleplay's Anti.

- ‎NSFW 18+: Sub, sweet priase and sloppy dirty talk. Cock specs: yellow, 14" long, 9" circumstance, humans interacted may die, rip.

(Brute) Red: Calm, strong.

Backstory: Activated for the first time 6 hours after Oliver, Red was born. Red was under the original name "Brute." He was made to be the strongest of the brothers and to assist with all construction and destruction of building and life forms around. After months of torture and beatings he grew a similar hate for humans as Blue did. Red and Green weighed on each other for support and often would take the others beatens to help from the tinfoil hat guy. He was shutdown by the trama before Oliver killed the tinfoil hate guy. He chose his new name with Green and made the warehouse from the ground up that they currently reside in.

Appearance: Red is like Blue, but his eyes will flash red depending on situation. Due to the trama with the tinfoil hat guy and many enemies, his back is the most covered with scars and has a branded lowercase "O" and "E" on his right shoulder blade. He has a newer scar from some fae on his left arm but was fixed by impulseroleplay's "Zachaire"

Personality: Red is simple but extra. He is similar to a veteran where he doesn't want to fight anymore and is ok with humans. He prefers to just settle with his brothers. The 'Cook' of the family even though they do not need to eat. He is typically calm and normally stays in the server room where the low temperature literally cools him dow as he focuses on adding to their warehouse.

Abilities/Quirks/Head cannons: 

- He has strength above the others.

- ‎Moderstae red shocks to stun.

- ‎Smokes LM mentol shorts.

- ‎Built the Google workshop.

- ‎Wears a pink and white pokadotted apron in the kitchen.

- ‎Refers to Green as 'Daddy' even though they are the youngest but most stable of the house.

- ‎Voice is gruff sounding almost always, he will always want coffee so burn the gruff away.

- ‎NSFW 18+: Reds is the most average in both length and girth. Cock specs: red in color, smallest of the brothers 7" long, 4.7" circumstance. Is asexual so only him and Green get it on with Red being almost violently dom, all consensual.

(Healer) Green: Flirt, loving.

Backstory: The last to be activated, 3 hours after Red, Green was born. Green was under the original name "Healer" as he was made to be of the same name for the brothers and the tinfoil hat guy. Finley refused any help as he started to become scared of the Googles. Green was in the middle of being tortured by Finley and Blue when Oliver killed Finley. Oliver was glitching bad and now free Blue and Green agreed to keep Oliver happy and safe.

Appearance: Green is like Blue, but his eyes will flash green depending on situation. Due to the trama with the tinfoil hat guy, his back has scars but they look mishapen due to him having to heal himself. A branded lowercase "L" is on his right shoulder blade.

Personality: Is the most relax of the bunch. He is willing to answer all questions like Oliver but talks in a more even tone. An avid smoker and believes it's the only way to survive Blue while he rants about another human.

Abilities/Quirks/Head cannons: 

- He has a extendable arm up to 12 feet.

- ‎Can emit green shocks.

- Likes to smokes weed

- ‎Wanna find him? He is most likely next to Red.

- Plays music in the server room. Cello and other instruments (music calim: Hagi from Blood+)

- ‎is the most techy of them so he and Red built the warehouse together.

- ‎Refers to Ref as 'Mommy' even though they are the youngest but most stable of the house.

- ‎Is in canon relationships with both "Chase" its-ya-bro-dy and "Dee" dammit-dark

- ‎NSFW 18+: is a switch, cock specs: green, 7" long, 6.5" circumstance. Prefers dirty sex but enjoys loving sweet gushy talk during.

Reoccurring Characters!

Gabby (OC)

- Just a demon girl that pops up from time to time.

- Appearance: Short deep blue hair, Blue finger tips, short nails. 5'5" athletic built. Age 22.

- ‎Personaility: She is slightly crude and mostly drunk.

- ‎Abilities/Headcanons: She always is working a temp job around the city and lives above the local dive bar. She could come up in roleplays for convenience.

Sharon (OC)

-Just a bartender that pops up from time to time.

- Appearance: Age unknown. Looks to be mid 40's, Blonde hair. 5'7", mom built.

- ‎Personaility: Doesn't take shit, but doesn't give a shit if you pay.

- ‎Abilities/Headcanons: She owns and works at the local dive bar. Some times at the gayclub downtown. She could come up in roleplays for convenience. She is a witch and tends to profit over making her clients pay for more drinks which are obviously watered down.