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genius-with-a-j · 5 years ago

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I have had a Sanders Sides college AU bouncing around in my head for a few weeks and the gremlins have been begging for me to let it out so here is some of it:

Virgil:

Sophomore

Undecided major (will eventually go with psychology major and creative writing minor)

Purple hair, very pale (actually has celiac and diabetes and struggles with eating enough)

Actually has a lot of health issues but was still determined to go to college

Skinny boi, into the emo scene still, has purple hair

Has severe anxiety (social and otherwise) and mild to moderate depression

Goes to on-campus counseling

Has an emotional support black cat named Gerard (yes after Gerard Way)

Has okay grades, like a B-/C+ student

Lives in a dorm that’s basically apartments, everything is very separate and it’s mostly grad students there

Not super into extracurriculars because anxiety but does volunteer at an animal shelter

Is reluctantly a barista in like a very indie coffee shop off-campus

Went to a really big high school where he felt very ignored and lost in the crowd

Logan:

Senior

Mechanical and electrical engineering double major with an artificial intelligence emphasis and a computer science minor

Has also considered picking up a math minor or expanding to a double degree

Dark brown hair that’s always just a little messy, tan skin

Angular features, half-Korean and half-Hispanic

Speaks several languages, all weirdly perfectly

Korean, Spanish, English, some Mandarin and some Japanese

Has major depressive disorder and autism

4.0 with ease

Apartment coordinator who was an RA for two years and hall gov president before that

Involved in the robotics club, chess club, head of the engineering society

Went to a large high school, was a standout, won many awards and was valedictorian with like a 4.3 GPA

Patton’s boyfriend, they’ve been together for like 3 years at this point

Patton:

Super senior, this is his 5th year

Changed major a lot, has finally decided on animal science, wants to be a vet tech

Curly, blonde hair and lots of freckles

Chubby, very soft and huggable

Jewish

Genderfluid! Is fine with any pronouns and wears whatever he wants (normally big sweaters and ugg-style slippers)

Struggles with depression and a touch of OCD

Dyslexic

Super empathetic and frequently gets compassion fatigue

Solid C student in most things, but is SUPER good at animal-related classes and pretty bad at math (so Logan helps him)

Lives with Logan even though technically they don’t want apartment coordinators to have roommates but Logan is really good at his job and was basically like “if he goes, I go” so they allowed him to live there for free too

A very good baker and involved with a baking club on campus

Works at an animal shelter (yes that’s how he met Virgil)

Went to a small high school (20 graduating class) really struggled with being bullied, is glad to be away from his small, oppressive hometown

Logan’s boyfriend

Roman:

Junior

Theater and vocal double major with a creative writing minor

Obsessed with love stories, writes love-based plays and love songs, etc.

Plays piano, guitar, and trumpet because he was forced to learn a wind instrument

Black hair basically styled like a Disney prince

Mexican (is actually a DACA student)

Speaks fluent Spanish and English

Has complex PTSD from years of emotional abuse before ending up housed with Abuela

Depressed but going constantly, can’t stop because that’s how the feelings catch you

ADHD but doesn’t know it because he hasn’t been tested, his parents didn’t believe in it

Straight-A student in subjects he cares about but barely scrapes by in the required common core type classes because he doesn’t care and therefore is Unable To Learn

Lives with his brother in an off-campus apartment because Abuela asked that they live together so when she helps pay it’s just one rent payment for the two of them

It’s a bad apartment, it’s basically falling apart but it’s what they can afford

Delivers pizza so he can afford to live

Involved in the choir, jazz band, super active in the drama program, and has starred in multiple roles on the student-run TV network

Went to a small-ish high school (80 graduating class) and was a big fish in a small pond; he and his brother were very well-known

Remus’s identical twin

Remus:

Junior

Creative writing and theater double major with a criminal justice minor

Writes horror, also likes to write poems that seem sweet but are very dark

Majors in theater for the writing aspect more than the acting aspect

Criminal justice minor is because he loves true crime and wants to write accurate criminals in some of his horror stories

Black hair is normally spiked, has a white streak in front

Has that gross rat stache most of the time but will shave it off for a play or the like

Mexican (is actually a DACA student)

Speaks fluent Spanish and English

Has complex PTSD from years of emotional abuse before ending up housed with Abuela

Also depressed, but instead of avoiding his problems embraces them in a way that’s pretty uncomfortable, can be a little too open sometimes

Has OCD that really messes with his head but tries to embrace the intrusive thoughts and blurt them out because he thinks that’s how he wins even though it doesn’t quite work that way

People thought he had Tourettes because of it, but he doesn’t, he has control over what he does (besides the OCD compulsion part of it but that’s different than a tic)

ADHD but doesn’t know it

An impressive writer and excels in his creative writing and theater-based classes but is just awful at other classes because he gets bored and ends up making games out of assignments like trying to freak out his professors or spelling out messages down the side of the page with the first letter of every line

Lives with his brother in an off-campus apartment because Abuela asked that they live together so when she helps pay it’s just one rent payment for the two of them

It’s a bad apartment, it’s basically falling apart but it’s what they can afford

Writes smut for money online

Super active in the drama program, often directs or writes the screenplays, has also written for the student-ran TV network, wrote a whole Twilight-zone-ish show that was pretty popular, enjoys poetry slams

Went to a small-ish high school (80 graduating class) and was a big fish in a small pond; he and his brother were very well-known

Is kind of dating Dee, they’ll both tell you it’s complicated and they like it that way

Roman’s identical twin

Dee:

Freshman

Political science major with a criminal justice minor

Wants to be a lawyer or politician to make changes for marginalized groups

Indigenous

Has vitiligo, it primarily affects the left side of his face (even his left eye is almost hazel instead of dark like his other eye) and also his limbs and his stomach

It started in high school and he was teased pretty bad for it, was afraid college would be the same way

He wears gloves to hide it because he’s kind of ashamed of it, he feels like people think he’s gross-looking

Has very thick, dark hair that’s always a little shaggy, wears a lot of hats

Depressed

Very defensive and guarded, doesn’t want people to know who he truly is

Not a pathological liar, but he does lie to protect himself

Was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder because of his fear of losing people and his lack of emotional regulation

Was raised in a really turbulent household and has trust issues because of it

An honors kid

Nearly has a 4.0, is really good at writing and arguing and history, only struggles with science

Lives in the honors kid dorm, is involved in hall government

Works as an intern (paid) with a local firm

Involved with Model UN and debate team

Went to a medium-sized high school and was very good at blending in

Is involved with Remus

So yeah!!! That’s most of it, I plan on writing stuff about it, feel free to ask questions if you have any, I’d love to answer

#sanders sides #remus sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #college au #my aus #when the gremlin demands i write i have no choice

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brenli · 6 years ago

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Tagged by: @goddamnitkastle (YAYAYAY ANOTHER ONE!)

1. how tall are you? 5′3″

2. what color and style is your hair? Dark brown. A couple of stray silver strands. When the light hits it right you can see natural auburn-y red highlights/tones in it, especially near the ends. I wear it long, down to my lower back, usually parted in the middle (sometimes on the left) and with bangs. Usually blunt-cut across my brows, but I'm not as good about trimming them as I ought to be so they usually end up growing out long enough that I need to brush them off to the right.

3. what color are your eyes? Brown

4. do you wear glasses? My cat-eye specs are basically part of my identity at this point.

5. do you wear braces? Nope

6. what is your fashion style? I have contempt for this question that likes of which you cannot believe. XD I guess in the most general sense it's rock-chic. Rock/metal girl elements mixed with glamorous or feminine elements/silhouettes. But this is MASSIVELY boiling down my massive wardrobe and I've certainly had moments of departure from the rock-chic umbrella depending on how I'm feeling. I dislike strictly adhering to specific style labels; I find it stifling.

7. full name? Brenda Lee Larson. My maiden name is cooler to be honest; I only changed it because I was more interested in sharing a surname with the Honey and I know I can still use my maiden name for other things.

8. when were you born? July 24, 1987

9. where are you from and where do you live now? Technically born in Coupeville on Whidbey Island, WA, USA and spent the first 4 years of my life bouncing around different naval stations because my family was about that Navy Life, but the majority of my formative years Spokane, WA, USA so my assumption is that would be more accurately where I'm "from." (Hawaii is where my heart wants to say I'm from though as that's where my earliest memories take place~) After some years spent CA (first in the Bay and then in LA), I'm currently living just south of Seattle, WA. So. Basically I've been wiggling around the West Coast my whole life, including going so far west I ditched the mainland for a spell.

10. what school do you go to? I WORK at a school currently, Cornish. Freelancing as a house manager for 3 of their 4 venues. The 4th one never seems to put on any events that require one of us from the house management roster, otherwise I'd work gigs at that one, too. XD

11. what kind of student are you? Some of you who make these questionnaires clearly cannot think beyond life-after-schooling and it shows. XD I was an above-average student for the vast majority of my years in schooling but I started falling off a little toward the end, largely because I was very keenly aware of what areas of study pertained to me and my interests/goals, and I had no patience for areas of study that did not. I left before it got too bad.

12. do you like school? I liked the parts of school that spoke to me~

13. what are your favorite school subjects? Literature/English was always the major go-to throughout all of my years of schooling. I was in Choir up until highschool; this was when Theatre became available to me and I wasn't able to participate in both, so I parted ways with Choir and focused on Theatre all the way up through my last years of schooling. Other subjects of interest, in highschool: Photography, Psychology, Forensic Science, World History. In college: Creative Writing, Journalism, Japanese.

14. favorite TV shows? The major ones have been racy period dramas The Tudors and The Borgias. I grew up on Star Trek TOS and as such it has a very dear place in my heart despite it not being a racy period drama. XD I also am quite invested in the Netflix MCU with Daredevil and The Punisher being my two favorite shows (Frank is my everything!). More currently I've been expanding my Sanada-san filmography-binge thanks in large part to @anagraves; I recently finished the 1993 Koukou Kyoushi and am through episode 10 of Konna Koi no Hanashi. What I've been learning from this - Hiroyuki Sanada knows how to break hearts whether he's being soft and vulnerable to cold and cruel and anything in between, but that's exactly why I love him.

INB4 "you post Snow White everything so why isn't OUAT on here" I do enjoy OUAT a lot, but I don't know if I would consider it a favorite show overall. I'm more fond of the earlier seasons than the later seasons and it's that ambivalent feeling I have for the later seasons that make the show not a favorite - but still very good overall.

It's also at this point that I should probably explain what my blog description does not - my blog started running a Snow White-themed queue LARGELY as part of an inspiration-drive for a Snow White AU project that I haven't actually touched in a long time. I REALLY should do something about that; I just keep getting pulled in other directions and now it's years on and here I am with what's basically a Snow White queueblog. XD If I can ever get my dumb head in gear and FINISH what I've started, that would honestly result in the queue being mass-posted and then probably altered to suit whatever the next project would be. That's always been the intention, anyway.

15. favorite movies? While I'm still feeling the chilly gaze of my Snow White queue, my favorite Snow White movie thus far is Mirror Mirror. I think it's massively underrated and that makes me sad.

As far as Disney is concerned, while I have a HUGE amount of respect for Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, my favorite film growing up was Beauty and the Beast (and my Rococo-loving ass does adore the live action remake). Surprise??? XD More recently, Moana is the film of my heart; it's the closest Disney has gotten to making a Princess culturally-relevant to me as a half-Filipina so my tropical islander ass is just utterly enamoured with Moana. ((Listen Disney if you ever decide to make a super fun colorful precolonial Philippine film THE PERFECT PRINCESS EXISTS FOR THAT, I submit for your consideration - Urduja!)

Because of my rather open-door childhood with regard to media, my earliest favorite movies are actually Nightmare on Elm Street and Nightmare on Elm Street: Dream Warriors. Freddy is my Nightmare King Murder Boyfriend and I'm prepared to face judgement for that. XD

Fondness for Star Trek TOS has resulted in an affection for the AOS movies~

But a movie that speaks to me very much is What Dreams May Come.

Currently I've gotten re-ensnared into The Last Samurai, in correlation with the most recent AU project. Because I am hopeless, Grumpy Samurai is Best Samurai, and I've been spending time manically fretting and pretending that because Ujio drops before the gatling guns are brought out, maybe he SOMEHOW managed to survive in SOME way and he can have tons of cool battle scars. Right? ... RIGHT???

16. favorite books? If manga counts then it's Angel Sanctuary. Hands down. No contest. It's easily woven itself into my life in the form of fanfic that is/was well-received within the fandom, and a weirdly HUGE list of AUs that somehow burst out of nowhere. (Currently all of it, AU work included, can be read via my FF.Net account under brenli. I have a placeholder page on AO3 that's currently empty but may end up holding all my content there as well, in time. If I can ever make the time.)

I was and am really into Sue Harrison's Ivory Carver series, particularly My Sister the Moon.

It was part of my middle school/junior high reading curriculum but I honestly DID really like The Diving Bell by Todd Strasser. Even if the cover art of Culca coming up out of the ocean looked A LOT like me and resulted in my class calling me Culca for the entirety of our unit on that book. It's fine. Culca is a badass queen of pearls and seawater so I'm happy to be associated with her~!

Every now and then I remember a book that clearly really resonated with my as a child if I still remember it, but the problem is that I don't remember the title or the author, or even any of the characters' names. It was about a Roma girl who lived in the American south - I wanna say Tennesee? - who was discovered for her talent playing guitar and singing country music. The book essentially details her struggle between her traditional roots as a Roma person, including the arrangement for her to be married young, and her interest in pursuing music as a career but feeling alienated by an industry and a society at large that is wealthier than her and has a different culture from her own. The book ends with her running away but it isn't made clear what her ultimate fate is. To this DAY it bothers me that I don't remember the title or the author because I honestly go through periods where I want to reread it. And yes, this was the kind of stuff I was reading as a child. XD I also read My Sister the Moon for the first time when I was like. 11 years old. If you're familiar with the content of that book then you're aware that certain scenes are really not 11-year-old friendly, but. If I can watch gratuitous 80's slasher horror at age 4 then I can read about a young woman surviving sexual abuse at age 11.

17. favorite pastime? Writing at this rate, honestly. Which probably speaks more to my inner tortured artist than anything else. XD

18. do you have any regrets? I feel like everybody has at least one regret and anyone who says otherwise is either very very young, or lying. XD It's not about whether you have regrets, it's about not letting them hold you in the past.

19. dream job? Telling stories, in any and every way attainable to me.

20. would you like to get married someday? I already am~

21. would you like to have kids someday? Absolutely not. I don't feel like my life is conducive to childrearing, and INB4 "you're never truly ready" and "you make it work" the key factor here is I'm not WILLING to become ready and I'm not WILLING to make it work. That's how I know my life is not conducive to childrearing. XD (I'm at that age where tons of people are asking me this and feeding me words meant to encourage me to consider and it's honestly EXHAUSTING by this point. I can't wait for when I'm menopausal maybe people will finally shut up about it because I'll be past my prime~)

23. do you like shopping? I mean, yes, but I usually avoid it because I'm aware of how impulsive I am.

24. what countries have you visited? I'm tempted to say that Hawaii should count because it's so far away from the mainland. XD But honestly I've never been outside of US territory. It's in the plans to try for Japan during the Tokyo 2020 Olympics. I'm not sure if we'll make that goal but if not, I figure it won't hurt to continue saving up anyway and making a Tokyo trip post-Olympics. Prices will be cheaper post-Olympics, anyway, so~

25. what’s the scariest nightmare you’ve ever had? At the risk of raising weird red flags I've gone through periods where I'll have reoccurring nightmares about being actively pursued by someone who very obviously intends to do harm. It happens often enough that the Honey wonders if I'm mentally suppressing something. XD I did have a standalone dream though, where me and the Honey were asleep in bed and then I become aware that someone's broken into the house and is approaching our bed. I'm walking through every possible option in my head with my eyes shut; if the Honey and I both lunged at the attacker we could possibly overpower them just because it would be two against one. But I know that I can't possibly wake up the Honey and make him aware of the situation without the attacker immediately acting and resulting in at least one of us being injured or killed. I realize that I have no choice but to try and take the attacker by surprise by myself and hope that is enough. I make peace with that. I can feel the attacker leaning over me. I suddenly lunge at them in full primal adrenaline-filled rage.

I wake up.

26. do you have any enemies? I guess that I have a few, yes, but honestly at this point I've gotten probably a little too used to being vilified. Barring physical assault or turning the animosity on innocent third parties in my life, I am prepared to weather the metaphorical lashes.

27. do you have an s/o? I have my Honey~

28. do you believe in miracles? I believe in miracles that aren't the overt surface-level wish-fulfillment-from-above which I think most people expect a miracle to be. I think that sometimes luck plays out via a slim-to-none chance and that can be a miracle. I think that sometimes a person works very hard at something or for something and when they achieve it, that can be a miracle. I think that the butterfly effect is a double-edged sword, but sometimes that little flutter of a butterfly's wings is a miracle.

Tagging: @yacky-jackie @halorecoil @anagraves @benevolentqueenofstars @lesbomancy @candybunnieholic @lemonedscream @tinathefish

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passionpluto · 6 years ago

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Premiere Nebula Fun Facts!

I was planning on writing a character profile for Io tonight, but since I’m feeling a little under the weather, I’ll just give you a few Premiere Nebula fun facts about each character. So, here goes!

Valka: Probably my oldest character ever, to the point where she’s almost more of an imaginary friend than a disposable character. Underneath her serious and deeply traumatized mentor-like nature, she has quite the snarky side, and often exchanges quips with her adoptive sister, Io. She was an Ixi (goat-like species) when I first came up with her on Neopets, so sometimes I imagine AUs of her as a satyr or werewolf (since her backstory mirrors a werewolf myth). The nickname Io gives her, Valvi, originally made a ton more sense when she was on Neo, because she married a certain Neopets sports player character with “vi” in his last name, so it was like a J.Lo thing. Now it’s just a play off how many athletes have similar-sounding nicknames AKA I liked the name too much.

Omega: She was originally conceived as an emotionless girl type, which I later repurposed into Koto. The beginnings of her current personality were sparked by me rereading Harry Potter and wanting to create a nervous hero who later becomes strong, like Neville Longbottom. She kinda took the main character position from Valka after that. Outside of sports, she’s great with all sorts of art, especially painting and jewelry-making. Has light brown hair with rainbow tips, which a ton of people think are lame, but she finds them really cool.

Xue: Basically the magical girl mom friend taken to its logical conclusion AKA the sort who uses empathic powers to pester you into fessing up your issues. Annoying at times, but also a great leader who helps Valka out a lot. Loves vintage, lace, and all things cute, while still being the most educated of the group (she’d probably paint her therapy office in wall-to-wall pastels). High physical strength, fairly low magical strength.

Xing: Xue’s sister, who was captured by the Firebrands many years before the story’s beginning. Also likes vintage fashion, but is more into the ‘80s and ‘90s scene than her sister. Was a local singer in the Square before capture, who specialized in disco and rock music. My image of her is based off black disco queens like Donna Summer, and I just know she listened to her stuff a ton as a kid. (She also really likes Motown—she even modeled her hairstyle off Diana Ross.) Basically, someone who seems stuck in the past, but really wants to change the future. High magical strength, weak constitution, gets sick a ton.

Koto: Her race was pretty uncertain after I changed her from a Neopet to a person, but someone I really value and who really values my ideas is Filipina, so I made Koto of that descent to honor her. Clones have fascinated me since I was a child, and a science fiction book I read about them had a clone who could play the piano even though his counterpart couldn’t—so I decided to make Koto learn to play violin in secret. She seems like dumb muscle, but Star Corporations realized the importance of educating her, so she’s quite smart. I often have writing discussions with my boyfriend, and since she hasn’t come in the story much yet, he often calls her “Shego” (since both are mook types with green themes). Since Koto is usually a rule-following type who mostly rebels when her friends are in danger, I jokingly call these situations “Captain America moments.”

Stelle: My favorite character to write tends to switch between her and Valka. Her color scheme (green+silver+black) is probably my favorite. She often switches between a comedic mood and a more depressive mood, which is seriously making me consider giving her ADHD or bipolar. Due to her whole “dark past as a brainwashed assassin” thing, she has “Bucky Barnes moments” to match Koto. (I swear, I didn’t watch any of the Marvel movies until their characters were finalized! It’s just a coincidence, albeit one that might draw Stucky shippers to my story.) Has always been 100% gay in my imaginings of her (it took Koto a little longer).

Io: By far, the most fun character to write. The teen character who curses a ton and secretly has plenty of hidden depths. Will probably be an indie movie director when she grows up. She’s actually the Manufacturer’s daughter, which I love because hero/villain’s daughter relationships are typically romantic rather than sisterly (like her and Valka). Watches a ton of old movies, as well as movies from our era. Would probably love/relate to all the “troubled relationship with father” characters, and I can especially see her liking Gamora and Todoroki in a modern AU. (Despite my lack of father issues, I have similar tastes in that regard.)

Kaine: Originally just a villain to be killed, is now a Chaotic Neutral turned Chaotic Good character. A lot of this change was based on a Precure season in which a chara’s dark clone was killed, which made me realize I really didn’t want this to happen to Kaine. Was also originally a Yandere, but was changed to just a flirty character who falls in love easily (because I’m not huge on that trope anymore). One of the rare sniper-type Actresses I have planned. A 30-something adult who never got out of her goth phase, and whose magical girl form is pure Gothic Lolita. (Hers is one of my faves for this exact reason.)

Phea: The newest Nebula gal—I’ve only had her in my head for a year or so. Most of her concept was based on my love for model-themed magical girls and the (actually useful) celebrity activist trope. Since she has long ombre teal hair and is a plus-size model, the plus-size modeling community on Tumblr gave me a ton of inspiration for her looks. Only goes by her stage name—even I don’t know what her real name is yet! Her Actress name, Nymphea, happens to be both a flower (water lily) and a Pokémon (the Japanese name for Sylveon); the former was intended and the later was a happy accident. She was Valka’s old college roommate, and the two were quite close (Phea personally fantasizes about an “oh my god, they were roommates” scenario with Valka, but hasn’t confessed yet.) Loves photography and dogs—the bigger and fluffier the better! (The “Phea has a huge dog” headcanon is a joke born from the fact that many celebrities have tiny ones—Phea, on the other hand, would have a Saint Bernard and still give her a cutesy celebrity dog name like Rosetta.)

#premiere nebula #writing #long post #my post

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maealbert · 6 years ago

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Every Breath You Take

AU Character: Team x OC (Lucy De Luca) A/N: A piece for The Liaison. Oh thanks to the 80s song ‘Every Breath You Take’ by The Police. It’s always given me a stalker vibe (even though that’s not the point of the song). Summary: Stalker case in Columbus, Ohio.

tag list: @idkbutspencer @literallyprentissstwin @remember-me-forever-silent-angel @cynbx @tenaciousarcadeexpert @rawritsmolly @dontshootmespence

“Stalking is when two people go on a romantic walk together but only one of them knows about it.”

Standing up from her desk she taps the files in the wooden top to organize them in a neat stack before resting them in the crook of her arm. Pulling open the door of her office she slips out in the hallway and heads to the briefing room. After receiving several email from the Columbus Police Department and the urgent sounding voicemails, it was pretty hard to push to the bottom of the stack. She hummed a little tune to herself as she placed the files around the table at each seat.

“Someone seems chipper this morning.” Emily says. “I’m surprised knowing you’d let go of coffee for the time being.” She adds resting her hand on Lucy’s tiny baby bump.

“Nope, I’m just in a happy mood.” Lucy giggles.

"Columbus? That's rare." Emily says looking through her case file.

"Rare for the BAU." Lucy responds. "Ya'll have been to Cleveland and Lower Canton, but never Central."

"They have it under control most of the time."

"Yeah.. Most of the time.. But this case is one they can't do on their own."

"Normally stalker cases last a long time." Emily says.

"Well they just got a lead this morning but they still need our help."

"Columbus." Rossi says as he steps into the room. "What brings us back to the Buckeye State?"

"Stalker." Emily states.

"Everyone else coming?" Lucy asks.

"Yes, ma'am." Rossi says nodding his head and sitting down at the table. "JJ's getting Penelope and Tara from the bathroom, Spencer is on his way up with the guys. They ran out for a quick bite for lunch."

"Good." Lucy says.

Once everyone had gathered around the table, Lucy began the briefing. "As you all know, we are heading to Columbus, Ohio. CPD has flooded my email and voicemail. Twenty-one year old, Kelly Mitchell, has had an on-going situation on campus at OSU-"

"OSU's first stalker case?" Spencer says.

"That we know of." Lucy says shrugging her shoulders. “It took a lot of reading but I didn’t find one stalker case. Students are more into getting arrested for drinking and driving than stalking another student.”

"Police can't figure out who her stalker is. Kelly's changed her schedule at least four times already to throw the person off but it hasn't been much luck. No matter what she does to throw off her stalker, he or she knows exactly where she'll be and what time." Lucy pulls up several candid photos of Kelly that had been sent to her dorm room followed by the notes that were attached to the photos. "Kelly has received over thirty notes with photos taken of her. Each note either admiring her or threatening. No traces of DNA or fingerprints of the stalker. No even the obvious return address."

"If even says that Kelly's received gifts as well. A bracelet, necklace, an engagement ring, and a few pieces of clothing." Emily lists off as she reads further into the file.

Lucy’s phone vibrated on the table. She bends down to pick it up. Finding an email from the CPD, she clicks on it. “Well.. This case just got more intense.”

“What is it?” JJ asks as she looks up at Lucy.

“Whoever this is must’ve hacked into Kelly’s laptop camera.” Sending the photos to each tablet, she lays her phone down.

“He sent her snapshots of her changing in her bedroom.” Rossi says in disgust.

“He’s never gotten this close to her.” Lucy says. “This is her personal space. And you all wonder why I have a sticker on my computer cameras.”

“Alright, when we touch down I want everyone to have their head in the game.” Emily says. “Lucy, I want you and JJ to talk to Kelly. Subtly dig into her life, on campus and off campus.” Emily as she stands up from the table.

“You think the stalker might be off campus?” Matt asks.

“We won’t know for sure.” Emily says shrugging her shoulders. “Wheels up in twenty. We don’t have time to waste.”

Watching as the airport came closer into view, Lucy takes one last drink of her water before getting up from her seat. Grabbing her bag from under the table, she straps it over her shoulder and follows the other off of the jet. “Here let me take that for you.” Matt says as he takes Lucy’s bag off of her shoulder.

“Oh, thank you.” Lucy says as she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear.

“So how are you feeling?” He asks. “Because of the baby and all..”

Lucy shrugs her shoulders. “Eh.. Mood swings are all over the place, I’m always craving something weird--something I have never eaten.” Matt chuckles as he shakes his head. “And the middle of the cravings? Even I hate them. I feel bad for Spencer.”

“He’ll eventually get used to it.” Matt says. “And the Oqar situation? How have you been dealing with that?”

“Uh well... Nightmares aren’t so bad. Therapy is getting easier to talk through. And everything seems good despite not being able to take my medication while pregnant.”

“Well if you ever need anything, shoot me a phone call or text. I’m sure Kristy can give you some advice and help here and there.”

“Hey, do you have any baby stuff that are not in use?”

“I believe so,” Matt says nodding his head. “I’m sure it’s all stored up in the attic.”

The team arrives at the police department, each member climbing out of the SUV. As Lucy climbed out of the car, she saw the hoard of reporters crowding around Rossi and Emily. Emily searches for Lucy. Their connect and Lucy nods her head. “I’ll take your bag in.” Matt says as he grabs Lucy’s bag from between the seats.

“Uh excuse me!” Lucy calls over the loud voices of the reporters. They all turn to face her, Emily and Rossi quickly running for the doors. “Hi, I’m Agent De Luca with the Behavioral Analysis Unit. I will have handling all of the press for this case. And any questions will be directed towards me.”

“Agent De Luca--Tino Ramos, 10tv news. Is there any information you can give about this Kelly Mitchell’s case?” Tino says moving the mic in front of her.

“Everything you know if what you know. However, I will say this. The FBI and CPD may a potential lead. I will be sure to consult with our Unit Chief about any press releases. In the meantime, it’d be best if the doors weren’t crowded, thank you.” Lucy heads for the door and steps inside, the warm air hitting her face. Sighing in relief she makes her way through the lobby and to the elevators.

“Look at this view!” She hears Garcia chime from down the hall. Lucy follows Garcia’s voice to where the team had been set up. “Lucy! Just look at this view!” Garcia exclaims as she pulls Lucy over to the wall to ceiling windows.

“Yes, what a nice view.” Lucy says slowly nodding her head.

“Garcia, I need you to start tracking down our camera hacker.” Emily says as she turns away from the bulletin board.

“Right, right. I am now going to track down our camera hacker through the worldwide web.” Garcia says as she sits down at the table.

“Agent Prentiss, Kelly just arrived.” An officer spoke poking his head into the room.

“Good, good. Lucy, JJ..”

“We’re on it.” JJ says as she pulls Lucy out of the room.

“Who is doing this?” Kelly says as she paces the room. JJ opened her mouth to say something but she interrupted by Kelly. “I mean, I know I’m pretty but this is just down right creepy. Why do I have the stalker? Why can’t Christy Min be stalked? She’s the homecoming queen. Everyone loves her, even the--”

“Kelly, honey.” Lucy says standing up from the couch and walking over to Kelly. She places her hands on Kelly’s shoulders. “Let’s take a seat.” She says softly placing Kelly on the couch.

“Kelly do you have a boyfriend?” JJ asks.

Kelly shakes her head. “I don’t have time for a boyfriend. I’m trying to get a degree here.”

“I know you’re not in high school but... Is there anyone that might have a crush on you? Maybe your friends know of someone?” Lucy asks. “College is still like high school in some ways. Gossip still exists.”

“No,” Kelly says shaking her head again. “I don’t know anything and if my friends did, they’d never tell me, then again.. I don’t have friends so I don’t know anything.” Kelly says, slapping her hands on her thighs. “I don’t know why this person is so interested in me. I don’t get it. There’s nothing interesting about me. I’m a science nerd..” Lucy and JJ both glance at her. She did not look a nerd. “Yeah, I know. I don’t look like a nerd, I look a stupid model from a magazine cover.” Kelly rolls her eyes. “I’m a science major. I want to be a Marine Biologist. Who wants to stalk a future Marine Biologist?”

“I think maybe we should go for a walk.” JJ says standing up.

“You think it’s a good idea to go out there when some crazed-lunatic is out there waiting for me?” Kelly says raising her eyebrow.

“Not outside. Just inside. Clear your head, get something to eat, take a breather. I heard this place has a killer view.” JJ says as she directs Kelly over to the door. Standing up from the couch, Lucy rubbed her neck as she walked over to the window. Looking down at the streets below she saw a person pacing back and forth on the sidewalk. Suddenly the person lifted a camera from their chest and pointed it right at Lucy. Once they saw Lucy, they lowered the camera and took off running down the block. Spotting the hat flying off of their head, blonde hair flowed down. Rushing out of the room, Lucy runs back to the conference room.

“Everything okay?” Spencer says rushing over to her.

“I saw--I think----I could be wrong--” Lucy stammers as she tries catching her breath.

“Come, sit.” Emily says pulling her over to the table. Once she sat down, Lucy took in a deep breath.

“I think I saw Kelly’s stalker, but I could be wrong.” Lucy spit out. “She was blonde, blue-eyed I’m assuming. She was wearing a jean jacket and black leggings, a Cannon camera--”

“You know the precise camera?” Garcia questions.

“My uncle is a retired photographer from NatGeo. I think I’d know what brand a camera is was, even when from thirteen stories up.” Lucy says. “I think her hair stopped right above her butt.”

“Approximate height?” Garcia asked.

“I highly doubt she could tell how ta--” Spencer started to say before Lucy cut off him off.

“Maybe five-five? She didn’t look very tall.”

“Are we sure this could be the stalker? And not just some journalist?”

“What journalist knows what floor and what room our victim could be in?” Lucy says as she stands up from her chair.

“Maybe she’s a photographer? Taking photos of the building? It has good architecture.” Rossi says. “I would know..”

Emily rolls her eyes as she walks over to the other side of the table. She and Lucy stood behind Garcia as she searched for this new suspect. “Okay, well you my dear have a lot of people to look at. I started with current students all matching your description. Sitting back down the table, Lucy turned Garcia’s laptop to face her. Scrolling through all the photos, she stopped and pointed at the screen. “That’s her.” Clicking on the photo, she turned it for the others to see.

“I-I-I know her.” Everyone looks towards the door to find JJ and Kelly. Lucy stands up from the table and walks over to Kelly. “We don’t have any classes together but she works at The Little Donut Shop by the Union. I sometimes see her there when I go in for a quick study session before a biology meeting in the Union. We never talk because well--I’m studying. I hate being disturbed when I’m studying. It throws me completely off.”

“Do you know when she works?” Matt asks.

“She’s there every time I go in.” Kelly says. “Which is always Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday and I always go in at three p.m. before my meeting.”

“Name by chance?” Tara asks hopefully.

“I saw her name tag once when I ordered. Kate, I believe.”

“Matt, Luke--” Emily says.

“We’re on it.” Luke says as he and Matt leave the room.

The floor was buzzing with officers rushing out. They ran around as if their head were cut off. Ever since Kate was picked up from her job and brought in for questioning, all of the officers were fielding calls left and right from new stations and the campus newspaper. There weren’t enough officers to cover every phone and the team was already busy with the cracking the case that they couldn’t help with the calls. Except for Lucy. She’s been taking calls and releasing information that was allowed to be given out. News stations already wanted to interview Kate and get her side of the story. But so far she was just a suspect, she wasn’t being charged yet for anything. Exhaling in relief she hang up on her last call, or so she thought. The phone rang again for the millionth time, it felt like. Groaning she goes to reach for the phone when a hand covers it preventing her from picking it up. Lifting her head she sees Luke standing over her.

“Go take a break.” He says.

“No, I’m fine.” Lucy says shaking her head.

“It wasn’t a suggestion, Luce.” He replies. “Prentiss’ orders.” Sighing and rubbing her face, Lucy gets up from the desk. Grabbing her notepad and pen off of the desk, she heads to the interrogation room where Matt and JJ were still asking Kate questions. Pulling a chair over to the window, she sits down and listens to the interview.

“I work the campus newspaper. They wanted some actions shots. But since the news reporters were getting the way, I thought maybe I could get some shots from the other side of the building.” Kate spoke. Knowing JJ, nor Matt, wrote anything down most of the time, Lucy decided to take notes for herself. The door opened and Emily stepped into the room.

“I thought I ordered you to take a break.”

“I am.” Lucy says as she keeps writing down everything Kate was saying. “I’m sitting aren’t I?”

“Why did you run away when you caught Agent De Luca looking at you?” Matt asks Kate as he leans forwards on the table.

“She looked frustrated and I thought I was going to get in trouble or something so I ran. I didn’t think that’d make me the suspect of your investigation.”

“You know what I mean, Lucy.” Emily says as she stands in front of Lucy, her arms folded over her chest. Lucy rolls her eyes as she stands up from the chair.

“Emily, I’m fine. I’ve been sitting down with a phone pressed to my ear for the past few hours. I’m fine.” She started heading towards the door when she stumbled, her vision spinning. Emily quickly grabbed hold of her.

“When did you last eat?” Emily asks.

“I don’t know.” Lucy says holding her hand to her forehead.

“Let’s get you something to eat.”

Lucy vigorously shakes her head. “I don’t think I can eat.”

“You need to--”

“Emily, I think I’m going to throw up.” Lucy says as she falls to her knees over the trash bin in the corner of the room. Springing out of her chair upon hearing Lucy’s gagging, JJ rushes out of the interrogation room.

“Jayge, go grab some water.” Emily says as she works quickly to pull Lucy’s hair out into a ponytail. Matt gets up from the table and closes the table before going back to the interview.

“Is she okay?” Kate asks.

“Yeah, she’ll be fine.” Matt says. “She’s pregnant.”

“Oh, I know the feeling--Well not personally.” Kate says. “My mom has thirteen kids. I’m the oldest.”

“Ah, being the older child with twelve younger siblings.” Matt noted. “Get jealous when they get all the attention?”

“Sometimes I do. I figured going to an elite, competitive college would get their attention. Nope.”

“So you turned to Kelly? You saw her one day at the coffee shop. You picked up shifts to see her more. You probably watch her over the security feeds so you don’t look weird staring at her from the counter. You feel a little hurt when she only gives you her name for her order and maybe a small smile if she’s in a good mood but that’s all the interaction the two of you share--”

“You’re way off, Agent Simmons.” Kate says shaking her head.

“I am getting somewhere.” He smirks. Kate lifts her head and meeting his gaze. “She’s so deep into her studying that she doesn’t pay attention to you when you clean off tables or walk past her hoping she would notice you.” Kate rolls her eyes. “Since none of that works, you take it a step further. You take photos of her. At first you keep them for yourself. Maybe a few on your phone or computer. But then you think that if guys can take it a step further, surely you could.” Matt could see her clenching her jaw, the anger boiling under her skin. “I bet if we were to look on your phone and computer, we’d find some interesting stuff. Maybe even letters you’ve sent to Kelly via email.”

“You have no right to go through my stuff.” Kelly snaps as she shoots forward her chair.

“I do once the judge signs off on a warrant.” Matt gets up from his chair and starts to head for the door.

“Wait!” Kate exclaims stopping him with only his hand on the doorknob. “I want to make a deal.”

“No one makes a deal with a stalker.” Matt says as he turns around to face her.

“Let me see her, a-a-and I’ll tell you everything.”

“You just did.” He says before leaving the room.

“Agent Simmons, please! I have to see her! Agent Simmons!” Kate yells at him, her shouts then being muffled as he closes the door behind him.

He entered the conference room and seeing Lucy sitting up at the table. She still looked a little flushed. “How’re you feeling?” He asks sitting down next to her.

“I’ve been better.” She sighs. “This pregnancy is kicking my ass.”

Matt chuckles. “No you’re sounding like Kristy.” Lucy smiles and rests her head on his shoulder. “You know, I’m sure Kristy and JJ can help you out, give you tips on what helped them. Some might even help with you. After three pregnancies, I look at my wife like a superhero. I mean, the labor she endured. Even with the twins. Oh boy was that a rough pregnancy.” He glances down at Lucy to find her asleep with her head still on his shoulder. Smiling he carefully lifts her head and picks her up from the chair. He brought her to the break room and laid her down on the couch. He placed the trash bin in front of the couch as a precaution. He started to back away from the couch when he noticed how her hands were curled up on her chest. He didn’t notice it before because of the dim lighting in the conference room, but sure noticed it now. He’s only seen this once with Kristy during her first pregnancy. Immediately pulling out his phone, he quickly dialed for a medic to be sent up right away. Ending the call, he ran to the door and yelled for Spencer.

Emily walked into the conference room where the team gathered to discuss new information on the case. “How’s she doing?” Matt asks.

“You caught it just in time.” Emily responds. “I just got off the phone with Spencer. Wexner has her hooked up to IVs feeding her fluids. It wasn’t something she was doing wrong. It’s apparently fairly common for women to get dehydrated. They want to keep her overnight to monitor her and the baby and hope to see her back on her feet.”

“And Spence?” JJ questions. “How is he?”

“Very anxious but hopefully now that he knows what’s going on, he can finally calm down and hopefully get some rest while he’s there with her.”

“But her hands.” Matt comments. “I’ve seen this with Kristy and it wasn’t just dehydration. Her body was experiencing an anxiety attack.”

Emily nods her head. “She was awake briefly to talk to the doctor. She said felt a little anxious after she got sick so she tried to relax a little which led to her falling asleep on Matt’s shoulder earlier. She said she still could hardly move her fingers so hopefully being stocked up on fluids and getting some rest will calm her down and she’ll go back to normal.”

“Good, good.” Rossi says. “I terrified seeing her being wheeled out of here on a stretcher. It wasn’t a good sight at all.”

“Which leads me into my next announcement.” Emily says as she walks over to the bulletin board. “We’re going to have to take on her responsibilities. The calls are starting to die down more so the officers can handle them. Garcia, I need you to dig through Kate’s phone and laptop. You can’t miss Kelly’s photos. I want them all printed off. Emails and personal notes I want printed off as well. JJ,” She says turning back to face JJ. “I want you to handle the press release once we get everything put together.” JJ nods her heads.

“Matt, you were on a roll with Kate. I want you to take Tara in with you and see where else you get. The more we get out of Kate, the further we get for this case.”

“I might have a way.” Matt says. “Is Kelly still here?”

“The Sheriff had two deputies take her back to her dorm.” Emily says. “What’s your plan?”

“Well Kate was asking to see Kelly and I think it wouldn’t hurt anyone to let her too. Obviously we’d be in the room and keep Kate cuffed under the table so she can’t touch Kelly. But with both of them face-to-face we might be able to get more information out of Kate.”

“That might just work. I’ll patch over to the deputies and have them bring Kelly back in. Just because we may have our person, we need a solid confession or else the courts will take this case.” Emily says before she leaves the room again.

The next day

Waking up to the sun shining across her bed, Lucy looked over at Spencer. He was already awake and reading a book. “Hey, how’re you feeling?” He asks noticing that she was awake. He sets his book down and moves his chair closer to the bed.

“Cold...” Lucy whispers.

“Must be the fluids. The nurses just changed your blankets for clean, warm ones. One changed your fluid bag and the other suggested warmer blankets. Whatever fluids they’re feeding you, they must be pretty cold.”

“Very..” Lucy says nodding her head. “How is the case going? Have they gotten a confession out of Kate yet?”

Spencer shakes his head. “Everything she says is basically a confession but the judge won’t take it to court unless she fully admits to stalking Kelly.”

“How stubborn can the judge be? If she’s basically admitting to stalking without giving a solid confession, that should be enough.”

“Emily tried getting the judge to accept what we got but she won’t take it.”

“Give me my phone.” Lucy says waving her hand over towards her bag.

“What do you want it for?” Spencer says bring her phone over to her.

“I’m calling the judge.” Lucy says as she starts to dial the number for the courthouse.

“Emily’s already tried.” Spencer said. “She won’t budge.”

“Well she obviously hasn’t talked to me yet.”

“You don’t think she can get the judge to sign off on it, do you?” Emily says as she pour herself fresh coffee.

“Well I think it’s going pretty good so far.” Spencer says as he paces back and forth in front of Lucy’s room door.

Emily’s phone dinged and she pulled it away from her ear to see an email notification disappearing. “Hold on, I just got an email.” She goes to her email and sees a new one sent from the judge. Clicking on it, she instantly knew that it was go. Placing her phone back to her ear, she leaves her coffee under the pot and rushes out of the room. “Spence, I don’t know what she said or how she got the judge to change her mind, but the case if officially closed. The judge is taking the case to court.”

“Luce was right.” Spencer says chuckling. “The judge hasn’t spoken to her yet.”

“Tell her that I love her. I gotta go!” Emily says before hanging up and meeting back up with the team in the conference room.

Felt like it was getting a little long and I was getting annoyed with how long it’s taken me to finish this piece, so I am ending it there.

If you liked it this one, than please be sure to leave it some love and feedback!

Thank you! :)

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jbankai89 · 7 years ago

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I've been noticing a lot of YOI fic writers seem to enjoy basing their stories (at least the ones I gravitate to) in Montreal. The problem with this is it seems that at least half of these stories are written with minimalist research involved, and its beginning to drive me insane.

That said, here's a brief list of things for writing a quebecois character based in or around Montreal.

Slang:

We ain't American. We have our own slang, and not fucking hoozer or whatever the fuck I always see on those inane “Canadian Slang” lists. Here's a few that a Monterealer may use:

Dep or Depanneur (Deh-pan-err) – corner store or convenience store.

Guichet (gi-shet)– ATM Machine

Soccer-Baseball – Kickball

Tabarnak – Literal translation is Tabarnacle, but it's the same as saying “fuck”

Caliss – Literal translation is Chalice, but same as saying “shit” (French for shit is merde, but you here caliss or tabarnak more often)

The Habs – Montreal Canadiens, our hockey team.

OQLF (Office de la Langue Quebecois) – Language Police. Literally a branch of government that can fine shops for not having enough french signage. A common phrase here when you see a shop where all the signage is in french (even in an 80% english bookstore chain like Chapters/Indigo/Coles) is “Bill 101 strikes again.”

STM – Our public transport system. The workers are notorious for being total asshats if you don't speak french to them.

Metro – Subway

Poutine (pooh-tin) – french fries, cheese curds, and brown gravy. We're hella serious about our poutine out here, and even high-dining restaurants like Au Pied du Cochon have poutine on their menus.

Cabane a Sucre – Sugar Shack. In March when it's maple syrup season, people come in droves to areas outside the city like Riguad, and go “Sugaring off”. This is usually an excuse to eat maple taffy (hot maple syrup drizzled on clean snow that hardens, you roll up with a popsicle stick, and eat like a gooey lollipop) and consume your body weight in maple-laced meat products like tourtiere (spiced meat pie), maple baked beans, maple bacon, and more. There's also tours of the maple farms, but most people show up for the sugar rush.

If translating something for JJ to say into french and you're making him Quebecois, please rememeber to use Quebec French, not France French. There is a huge difference. Like American English vs British English. Like we say char instead of voiture, petit noir is espresso, t'veux tu vider? Instead of voulez-vous chouchez avec moi, ma blonde (girlfriend), mon chum (boyfriend), and things like that.

Montreal is actually way more english than people seem to realize, and Quebec nationalism is being less and less a thing as time passes. There's a common running joke that goes, “You know you're in montreal when you're greeted with Bonjour/Hi.”

Locality&MIsc:

Montreal is divided into a bunch of different boroughs around a downtown core. NDG (Notre-Dame-de-Grace, lots of students live here), Westmount (high end, hella english), St Henri, Verdun, etc.

Montreal is a party town, and in the summer there are festivals practically every week. We have the International Jass Festival, the Just for Laughs festival, Osheaga (indie music & art), '77 Fest (punk), Heavy Montreal(formerly Heavy MTL), to name a few. In the winter we also have IglooFest. The legal drinking age here is 18.

Schooling in Quebec is different from the rest of the country. Elementary school is grades K-6, High school is grades 7-11, then we have CEGEP* for 2-3 years, then University.

*CEGEP is a long french acronym that translates basically to Educational and Professional College. You can take 2-year pre-university programs like Social Science, Liberal Arts, Fine Arts, Science, etc, or 3-year professional courses like Nursing or Library Tech. In Montreal, the major english Cegeps are Vanier, Dawson, Marianopolis, or John Abbott (John Abbott is located off-island in a town called Sainte Anne de Bellevue, or Sainte Anne's for short)

Canada/Montreal does have some American stores like Forever 21, H&M, Starbucks, Walmart, The Gap, American Eagle, etc, but we don't have things like Trader Joe's, Whole Foods, Target, Kmart, etc.

If something is happening in Montreal, usually its on Rue Sainte Catherine (usually the Ouest(West) side), Rue Saint Laurent, or (occasionally) Crescent Street.

Places you go in Montreal: Atwater or Jean Talon Markets, Mont Royal (where you get stoned at the tam tams), Cat Café(with real live rescue cats), the Bell Centre for arena shows and hockey games, Old Montreal if you like european architecture, Sky or Unity if you're into clubbing and are gay, Le Drugstore if you're a lesbian looking for a bar, La Banquise if you want like a gazillion different types of poutine, Schwartz, Smoked Meat Pete's or Chenoy's for smoked meat, a Montreal specialty...that's all I can think of off the top of my head.

Montreal is very secular. I know more devout Jewish and Muslim people than I do christians. I have no idea where this Christian/Catholic JJ headcanon came from, but bear in mind that aside from yahoo fringe groups, Montreal/Quebec at large is not deeply christian. (This is my own experience. Even people I know who went to all-girls or all-boys religious private schools all came out of them atheist, agnostic, or (in one case) pagan. The one or two devout christian people my age I knew were shunned and ostracized in school, not the other way around.) There was also a big scandal a few years ago where the Quebec gvt tried to ban all religious paraphernalia from workplace environments, everything from crosses to hijabs to anything else you can think of, but it was believed that this was a roundabout racist excuse to target Muslim Women.

This is a sum-up. Any Montrealers wanna add to this, or add corrections to experiences that differ from mine, feel free. :)

#Pliroy #pliroy fanfic #JJ Leroy #Fanfiction #Fanfic #Writing

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scienceboyfriendscollegeau · 5 years ago

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When do things start getting heated between the two 😏😏

Usually after they have been spending a lot of time together, unless they end up having a one night stand before they’re really getting along. There have been some versions in rp form where they have at least made out or done something before they even really admit they’re friends. This is usually if they’re spending a lot of time trying to figure out the Steve thing or Tony is inviting Bruce along to things because of Rhodey.

They realize they have similar senses of humor and things in common, but are still a bit at odds cause Bruce thinks that Tony is just a stuck rich kid and Tony thinks he’s kind of weird, and why’re both afraid of getting close to anyone.

But if they don’t do that, it takes a long time because they become such good friends. They spend nights on nights in the lab together, watching movies, driving around in Tony’s car.

Tony realizes how much Bruce has missed out on and that he really just needs love and affection from a friend, this sometimes keeps him from making a move even if he wants to, because he doesn’t trust himself and doesn’t want to mess up their friendship. But he jokingly flirts with him a lot, like all the time, and that joke-flirting, might turn into casual arm touching, or knee touching, or even thigh touching if Bruce is accepting of it. As soon as Bruce pulls away even the slightest bit, Tony immediately stops. especially once Bruce opens up to him about his father. Tony never wants Bruce to feel uncomfortable, even if it means not flirting as much as he might like.

Bruce doubts himself a lot and can’t believe that Tony might like him, but after a late night in the lab, or too many dinner + movie nights that feel like dates, sharing secrets, insecurities and pas traumas, they might curl up together on the couch, or the floor of the school lab, Beuve might just give Tony a sleepy kiss that very quickly turns to urgent, sloppy, deeper kisses; until one of them is straddling the other.

They have a very intense emotional relationship when they’re this young and their feelings are very raw, so when they do start getting physical, it has a real domino effect. Both are still cautious of relationships though, so it could turn into a friends with benefits situation before/if anything else.

#my science boyfriends headcannons #thanks so muh for these!!! this is helping me get my thoughts in order like sooo much #and it makes me so happy you want to hear them #bruce banner #tony stark #science bros #marvel college au #marvel headcannons #stanner #science boyfriends 80s college AU

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scienceboyfriendscollegeau · 5 years ago

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I hope you don't mind me spamming your ask box, but I saw you were looking for things to so here I am. ( I absolutely love your blog and the idea sm that's why I'm spamming anyways.) I'm not sure I saw how these two met I'm so interested in knowing

Not at all! I absolutely love it!!!! Keep spamming me, you’re amazing. And thank you so much, I’m so gla you like the idea and I will keep trying to actually write more instead of just random blurbs and headcannons and a few one-shots, but every time I try it seems so boring going through the whole thing, so I need to plan it out.

Alright! so! I first came up with this idea in an rp with my friends, so in that version of the AU, Bruce has just got his bachelors from Penn State in two years, so he’s 20. Tony has been been done with MIT for awhile now because he went when he was so young, and he’s been traveling Europe and getting into general trouble, so when he comes back home, his mother suggests maybe he go back to school before helping his dad with the company. She wanted him to go when he was older anyway, and thought he’d get more out of it. He ultimately decides, sure, why not, and majors in Physics because it’s slightly more challenging for him than engineering. I think originally he as getting a masters, but I think if he gets a second BS fast and then also a masters later... (though the two years starts in 1989, and we all know what happens in December 1991...) it gives more opportunity for him to interact with Bruce?

Originally, Tony meets Bruce through Jane Foster. Bruce and her are roommates in that version, and Rhodey is really into her, so Tony has to interact with Bruce because Rhodey wants him to ask Bruce to introduce them. Like a wingman situation. Jane/Rhodey started as a crack ship, but I really do love them. XD They have also teamed up to try and figure out the mysterious blonde guy who runs a lot, who strangely looks like Captain America. THey’ve also met because the other’s boombox is too loud and they’re in dorm rooms next to each other.

But since I’ve started kind of writing it on my own, this whole DJ thing has come into it, and , they ultimately meet through Tony listening to Bruce’s show and calling in.

I have been trying to write this meeting since July and it’s just clunky. Maybe this quarantine will help me figure it out. I will tag you if I do write it, or reblog this with a link or something. Sorry this was not in the form of them actually meeting, but there are so many scenarios! I promise i”m working on that one though!

#science boyfriends 80s college AU #science boyfriends #stanner #bruce banner #tony stark #my science boyfriends headcannons #marvel headcannons #marvel college au

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scienceboyfriendscollegeau · 5 years ago

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Anyone want to send me science boyfriends 80s college verse prompts? Or requests of any kind? Or just questions? I’m not picky just whatever. It’s quarantine time and I want to start writing again!

#science boyfriends 80s college au #science bros #science boyfrievds #bruce banner #tony stark #marvel

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scienceboyfriendscollegeau · 5 years ago

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How about Bruce then and liquid courage? XD in form of tea. Maybe to tell Tony how he feels.

You sent me this in February and I’m only posting this now October 1rst. XD I’m SO SORRY. D:

(The prompt was from a tea meme I turned into a prompt list, I’ll reblog it in a minute when I find it again)

This is set in the same 80s /early 90s Universe where Bruce and Tony are going to grad school at CalTech. It’s 89 or 90.

Featuring my favorite drink, a Matcha Latte with Lavender, also known as a Purple Haze at my local coffee shop. And I got the purple connection, but it just accurred to me that this drink is made out of purple and green ingredients and I’m a cheesy cheesyhead. If you wanna make it, here’s the recipe:

https://www.darngoodveggies.com/lavender-matcha-latte-dairy-free-paleo/

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Bruce’s hands were shaking as he hurriedly attempted to open the door of his cheap basement apartment. Still breathless from the bike ride over, he awkwardly balanced the bike under one arm as he jiggled the door knob impatiently. Bruce wasn’t usually so anxious after riding home from student teaching. The path from Caltech to his apartment was mostly flat and smooth, but his nerves were through the roof and he had absent mindedly made a wrong turn, sending him on a very stressful bike route full of traffic and other hazards.

He finally got the door open, which sent the bike falling over in the doorway. He caught it before it could roll away and pushed it inside the door way, leaning it against the wall by his shoes.

The apartment was sparse; books and papers scattered the floor. Bruce didn’t have a lot of furniture and liked to do most of his research and reading on the living room floor, next to his boombox.

Half a dozen Pizza Hut boxes littered the counter. Bruce kept late hours, and one of the managers, a woman probably in her 40s or 50s, saw Bruce coming home as she was closing (around 11 or midnight so relatively early for him) and offered him some pizzas that were failed deliveries. She did this again once or twice a week. Bruce had a suspicious feeling that not all the pizzas were “failed deliveries”, that just wasn’t possible. He always smiled and thanked her. A few times he had tried to refuse once he realized that she was probably taking pity on him and immediately felt guilty about it, but she had refused his refusal and he eventually just accepted it. He wanted to thank her more, but didn’t at risk of having to open up to a stranger. He just couldn’t bring himself to do that.

Bruce let out a deep breath, still not having made it out of his own doorway. “goddammit” he swore softly under his breath, shaking his head his disbelief at what he was about to do. Still he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of his friend.

Tony had extended his friendship early on in the year. They had had a bit of a rough start…Bruce had mistaken his sarcasm for aggression when it was directed at him, though on further inspection they had very similar senses of humor and coping mechanisms. It was Tony’s fancy car and the fact that he had been on magazines that had thrown Bruce off a bit. He assumed that well off kids would never have a reason to befriend him except for personal gain. He hadn’t been convinced by the whole “wiz kid” thing either. People just said that cause of his dad. He probably hadn’t even really earned his undergrad. Not that young anyway. Then Bruce had spent just a few hours with him, and immediately took all of that back.

Now it was hard to imagine a time without Tony. The two spent most of their spare time together, working, tinkering with things, showing each other their favorite movies and cassette tapes (Tony had even showed him his laser disk player once).

Bruce knew that his feelings for Tony were not strictly platonic early on, but had convinced himself that it was impossible and, in the process, made himself sound totally unavailable

He knew now that he had to be the one to tell Tony, Tony knew too much about him and wouldn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

This left Bruce was a task that seemed almost entirely impossible. More impossible than any scientific breakthrough he had ever hoped to make. Maybe even more impossible than it had felt to get out of Ohio.

But the alternative seemed equally impossible.

Bruce thought about the dozens of hints Tony had given him that he might like him like that…a lingering hand on his shoulder, arm or even thigh once. The more sexually charged or romantic songs on the last mixtape he had made him. Remarks about the clothes Bruce wore. Tony liked to pepper general conversation with euphemisms and sexual innuendo so Bruce had brushed it off at first, but there had been a slight shift in the last few weeks. Tony’s flirtatiousness had gotten gentler and a tad more subtle (for Tony).

But then in the last week Tony had stopped and started talking about going to parties in LA, and people he would meet there, more blatantly.

If Bruce’s calculations were right, and they always were in non-social situations, Tony had taken Bruce’s inaction as a no and was moving on.

Bruce had been thinking about it for days but couldn’t bring himself to put any sort of plan into action until today at the last minute on Thursday at 5PM. It made Bruce feel like an undergrad again.

Tony was going home to Pasadena for the weekend on Friday and then meeting his childhood friend/daughter of his father’s rival, Hope Van Dyne for a wild weekend in the LA club scene. Bruce had to say something now. But first, tea.

Bruce didn’t drink. He didn’t want to risk turning into anything like his father. There had been a brief dark period in high school where he didn’t adhere to this rule, but as soon as he started college, he had strictly abided to it. So, he couldn’t calm his nerves with a beer or a shot of whiskey. Instead, tea would have to do. Bruce used lavender for a lot of things because of its calming properties. People assumed that Bruce was calm and relaxed because he was quiet, but he felt like a ball of anxiety and nervous energy mixed in with misplaced guilt and mostly justified anger. So lavender helped a tiny bit and coincidentally purple was his favorite color.

Bruce turned on the radio to the Caltech’s station and pushed the pizza boxes aside on the counter to make some space. He boiled some water with the lavender and another pot of milk. After the milk was boiled he mixed in the matcha powder (he never would be able to find this stuff in Ohio or PA, California was really amazing in that aspect).

Bruce combined both mixtures together and added just a tad of honey, then carefully took the warm mug into the living room and sat cross legged with it on the floor next to the radio, sipping it slowly, imagining countless scenarios of what he would say and how Tony would react. The nervousness and exhaustion had passed, and as he took a whiff of lavender before each sip he felt much calmer. He had made up his mind, he was doing this, and however Tony reacted, it would be okay.

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scienceboyfriendscollegeau · 6 years ago

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Title: Just Ask

Pairing: Bruce Banner/Tony Stark

Warnings: some swearing, some discussion of being fascinated by bombs, slight sexual innuendo, some negative self talk, mild angst but there’s a happy ending. :)

Synopsis: Bruce and Tony are grad students at Caltech where Bruce is a college DJ in the spring of 1990. Tony is a frequent caller of Bruce’s late night show, but his last call leaves Bruce with a lot of confusing feelings to sort out.

This is a part of my 80s college AU. It will probably play out a bit differently in the scheme of things, but I was really inspired by this song (”Ask” by the Smiths) and wrote the entire thing in one sitting, so I thought i would post it to inspire myself to write more. Also if it ends up playing out differently, I don’t really want to lose this. So I hope you enjoy this oneshot and hopefully there will be more of this AU soon. :)

Word Count: 1,809

Bruce settled in the old orange colored office chair, propping his feet on the edge of a crate of records. He flipped through the box of his favorite tapes and put in Three Imaginary Boys. He thought he’d just play the whole thing, Tony probably wasn’t listening tonight and if Tony wasn’t going to heckle him about what he played, he didn’t really care what other people thought. Though Bruce would have been lying if he said he didn’t sometimes play a particularly poppy or techno sounding song just so Tony would tease him. The Cure’s debut record wasn’t really mock worthy, but it wasn’t critically acclaimed either. It was kind of weird and rough and had been mostly been ignored. If Bruce had been talking to Tony he would have added “like me” in his classic self-deprecating way, that didn’t seem to make Tony uncomfortable like it did everybody else. Tony was somehow encouraging even when he was teasing and razzing him. Bruce never felt ashamed for the things he said about himself when they were together, but somehow ended up leaving conversation liking himself a little more or at least laughing more than usual.

Bruce shook his head and exhaled heavily. He hadn’t come here to think about Tony. He had come here because, well, he had been every Wednesday from 1:30-3:30AM for the past five months. Even if no one listened this late, he had requested this time slot to DJ and felt obligated even if no one would notice if he stopped. Anyway, he enjoyed it.

It wasn’t like he and Tony were even fighting. It had just been...different lately and he hadn’t seen him since Friday. Bruce tried his best to shake all his thoughts away and pulled out his homework and zoned out to the abrasive yet jaunty sounds of his favorite band in their garage state.

“No sound. No clocks. No people.. Stop. Short. Grinding halt. Everything’s coming to a grinding halt.”

When Side A ended Bruce didn’t bother to flip the tape right away, opting to finish the page he was reading instead. It was already 2AM, the only people listening were probably drunk and busy doing something more stimulating. Bruce jumped a little when the silence was interrupted by the loud ring of the studio phone.

“Hey, Mr Tamborine Man, will you play a song for me?”

It was Tony. Full of energy and spice like always. Even at two in the morning. Especially at two in the morning. Before Bruce could say “you’re on the air” Tony kept talking

“I like your new Avant-garde approach to radio, but if I could interrupt Simon and Garfunkel for a moment, I’d like to dedicate this one to someone special.” When Tony said ‘someone special’ his words oozed with romance and playful flirtation and it almost made Bruce’s stomach turn with a mix of anxiety, attraction and jealously.

“I’ll play anything you like…” Bruce said, his voice calm and casual and in complete contrast to how he felt. He closed his eyes tight and thanked himself for not saying “do” instead of “play.”

“You like the Smiths: Cousin Brucie?”

“Don’t call me that, I can’t afford a law suit on a grad student’s pay…” Bruce paused to smile and shake his head a little, Tony could almost hear it “but you know I do”

“Well there’s a song I think really fits this situation I’m in….it’s a single they put out a few years ago….Ask… I’d like to dedicate to my...lab partner. I think we’ve gotten a lot closer, but they won’t give me the go ahead, and I’m just not sure where we stand…”

Bruce suddenly felt warm and that awful drop in his stomach again. Lab partner? Tony had a lab partner? Who?

He continued in his cool, even voice; that didn’t even have a hint of the rejection (no matter how irrational) and panic he was feeling.

“Sure, of course, the Smiths 1988 single “Ask” coming right up. I hope your lab partner’s pulling an all nighter.”

He hung up the phone and found the tape and started to play it, listening intently trying to picture who Tony was talking about. Tony always joked that they were lab partners, but it was just a joke. Bruce helped him with physics sometimes because it was one of the few things that didn’t come completely naturally to him, but they didn’t actually have any classes together. Who was he talking about? They didn’t really do lab partners in grad school…did they?

The jaunty, island-y guitar reminiscent of Paul Simon filled the airwaves. It was one of the Smith’s happier sounding songs, something that had done intentionally to off-set a the previously politically leaning single.

“Shyness is nice, and, Shyness can stop you, From doing all the things in life, You'd like to”

Tony was never shy. Bruce didn’t think shy girls..or boys..were really his type.

“So, if there's something you'd like to try

If there's something you'd like to try

Ask me, I won't say no, how could I?”

It sounded like Morrissey was trying to get his significant other to be more adventurous. In bed probably. Was Tony seeing someone? And didn’t bother to tell him? Bruce took a deep death and tried not to feel hurt. It wasn’t any of his business, really. He had just thought they were closer than keeping those kind of things from each other, but then again, Tony had so many friends and Bruce had one other good friend, he was probably over estimating the closeness of their friendship. It had happened before.

“Ask me, ask me, ask me,

Ask me, ask me, ask me

Because if it's not love

Then it's the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb

That will bring us together”

The bomb. And when it finally hit Bruce it did feel kind of like a bomb.

Of course. Why else would Tony request the Smiths? Tony didn’t even like the Smiths. He said they were sad and boring. A point Bruce had neither agreed or disagreed with, but had simply shrugged in response to and said he couldn’t really explain why but he loved them anyway. Everything was suddenly starting to make sense. It felt like the turning point from when Burce was just learning Physics to when he really started to know and understand it.

“the bomb would bring us together.” From the very beginning it had always been bombs that brought them together. It was a dark secret understanding that only they shared. They both knew that it was their fate to work on them for the rest of their lives and were both darkly fascinated and horrified by them at the same time.

Bruce started frantically going through his tapes and records, trying to find the perfect follow-up. Something to let him know. He did want to ask Tony. There were lots of things he would like to try with him. Everything. Anything. All at once.

Bruce pretended that he only cared about work, but he was really just a horny, lovesick bastard underneath it all and he had been for months ever since he and Tony had started spending long, late nights together. He could still remember the first time Tony had called in at the radio to complain about the lack of “barn burners” he was playing.

“If you’re listening to the radio this late, you’re trying to stay AWAKE.” He had ranted to him, while pushing him to play more AC/DC. Bruce had been annoyed at first, but even before they had met in person, he had started secretly looking forward to his calls and requests. Then one day after class, this gorgeous brunette with a smile to kill over, tapped him on the shoulder and asked “are you the night radio guy on Wednesday’s that plays all the goth techno shit?” and the rest had been history.

Bruce went for the Cure automatically and then stopped. No, Tony had chose his language, Bruce had to at least meet him half way. And he couldn’t pick something like Orchestral Maneuvers in the fucking Dark. He flipped through the classic rock, and the punk side of New Wave, frantically trying to find something appropriate. He paused at the Blondie record, not fully able to remember what he liked on it. He flipped it over. “Atomic” was written in yellow cursive. Bruce had never put a record on so fast. Perfect.

As the Smiths winded down, he pressed the “on air” button. “this one goes out to my lab partner.” And with that he let the needle drop on the record, turned off the lights and locked the door.

“Make me tonight, tonight, make it magnificent, tonight”

“Atomic.”

.............

The warm Californian spring air whizzed by as Bruce peddled his bike as fast as he could down to Tony’s apartment. The streets were empty and everything was quiet except for the faint sound of some undergrads’ drunken shouting in the distance. He skidded to a stop on the sidewalk below Tony’s apartment. Tony’s bedroom light was still on.

Bruce paused. He didn’t usually put himself in situations like this. There was still a chance he has misinterpreted everything, but there still seemed to be a bigger chance that he had been being an oblivious idiot for awhile and Tony had been trying his best to patiently spell things out for him. He leaned his bike against the railing, took a deep breath, and ran up the stairs, like he was in one of the romantic comedies he not so secretly loved.

Before he could even knock on the door, it swung open to reveal Tony’s trademark cocky grin.

“I’m really digging your new hands off approach to DJ-ing, Banner.”

Bruce laughed, still out of breath from the bike ride over. “Tony…Tony!” he stammered, finding it difficult to even hear himself, his heart was beating so fast and loud in his ears. “Tony, I want...I want to ask you…”

“You don’t even have to ask” And there was that sly, but warm smirk that made some guys want to punch him, but made Bruce want to do a whole variety of different things.

Tony’s lips were still at first, when Bruce’s met his, surprised that Bruce had made his move so fast. Tony felt one hand on the small of his back and the other grasping at his hair, but before Bruce could pull away, thinking he had made some kind of terrible mistake, Tony bit his lip and pulled him back in, not hesitating to deepen the kiss with his tongue. He pulled on Bruce’s shirt, guiding him out of the door way, and kicked the door shut loudly.

He knew Bruce was a sucker for cheesy romantic comedies.

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scienceboyfriendscollegeau · 5 years ago

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Lavender Liquid Courage Prt. 2/?

The second part of this (in which Bruce makes a cup of tea and agonizes about telling Tony how he feels about him). Basically Tony’s plans clash with Bruce’s plans and absolutely nothing is solved. Everything takes place in the fall of ‘89 at California Institute of Technology, where Bruce is a grad student and Tony is getting a second bachelors in physics.

I have no idea how much more of this I’m writing and why exactly I’ve chosen to draw this out, but I’m just going with it.

Pairing: Bruce/Tony, Characters: Just Bruce and Tony so far, which mentions of Hope Can Dyne and Rhodey! Warnings: None really, except very brief mentions of drugs and alcohol. Possible drug use in the future? Maybe?Idk Words: short! 922

The Ramones blared loudly on Tony's jacked up sound system. Howard had bought what he had thought was a huge state of the art sound system for his son, out of a catalog, without really looking in to it. He hadn't bothered educating himself in proper sound systems since the early 60s and had just assumed, despite his aptitude for tech, that the most expensive must be the best and his son would be grateful. Tony had been disappointed for a brief moment before scavenging it for parts and making his own out of discarded radios and record players from the dumpsters by the Caltech dorms. He had worked diligently on it for a weekend, carefully welding and connecting everything precisely and now it sounded perfect. The paint job wasn't bad either. Tony's room looked pretty typical for a guy in his very early twenties, coming out his teens. Band posters and pictures of vintage cars covered the walls and a fair amount of records were stored carefully in square shelves that he had built. He had left a good portion of his record collection with his parents, but brought his favorites. His room wasn't the room of a stock teenager though, he had a very particular taste in music...and cars...and then there were pieces of metal and electronics everywhere. Screws, wires, and various tiny bits of scrap metal were scattered over his desk, shelves and floor. And of course there was his unusual house pet, Dum-E, a well meaning but clumsy robot who he had built a few years ago.

Tony rummaged through his collection of band t shirts and jeans and threw some in a suitcase. He tossed in a pair leather pants for good measure, he was going to be in the clubs of LA all weekend after all. His Friday class had been canceled, so he figured he would leave early and crash at Hope's tonight. He looked around the room for anything he might have forgotten and decided to bring in a few tapes he didn't have in the car incase the radio got boring. He glanced at a physics book laying on the table by his gerry-rigged sound system. He really hoped Bruce was doing something fun this weekend and not just hunkering down in the lab or his apartment. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt leaving, but reminded himself that he couldn't be with his friend all the time, that wasn't healthy, right? Even Tony and Rhodey didn't spend every waking moment together. But at least he knew Rhodey had other friends.

Tony brushed the thought of Bruce sitting alone in his apartment surrounded by all that terrible old pizza out of his head and grabbed a leather jacket and his car keys. Maybe he'd stop by on his way out...another twinge of guilt his Tony right in the stomach. What if he wasn't actually worried about Bruce, what if he was just hoping that Bruce would somehow change his mind about him and what Tony thought was a nice gesture was actually just harassment. Tony rolled his eyes at himself. "Don't burn down the house!" He called, smiling affectionately at Dum-E as he opened the door to leave. He locked the door and headed down the stairs to his car, when he felt something hard against his shoulder stopping him from going forward. It was also a shoulder. He instinctively apologized and then looked up to see who the shoulder belonged to. It was Bruce, frantically mumbling an apology and laughing nervously. His face was all red, and he somehow looked more anxious than usual.

"Relax, B, this isn't one of your romantic comedies, you don't have to say something witty and fall in love with me. Promise. " He teased affectionately, patting Bruce on the shoulder. Bruce laughed, shrugging him off slightly. All the preparing and relaxing he had done before had completely waste. Five seconds into his plan and he was already a nervous wreck. He glanced at the bag slung over Tony's shoulder and his heart sank.

"Oh, you were leaving...sorry! It wasn't anything urgent...I was just...it's fine...we can hang out on Monday. "

"I'm not in a hurry" Tony said patiently, reaching for Bruce's shoulder again and then pulling away, remembering his reaction. "You wanna get dinner or something? Something other than pizza hut?"

Bruce didn't respond right away. Tony furrowed his brow slightly, trying to think of a solution to this fast. Bruce was so hard to read sometimes. He had obviously come over for some reason. "Hey you want to come with me?" Tony asked hastily before Bruce could answer his previous question. "To Los Angeles?" Bruce asked incredulously. "Yeah, why not. I'm sure Hope would love to meet you."

All of Bruce's instincts told him this was a bad idea.To get in a car and go to LA of all places with his best friend who he also had a giant crush on and go to dark clubs where there was sure to be copious amount of drugs and alcohol and watch said crush dance with other people. "Okay...I mean, if you're sure that's okay. Sounds fun." He agreed despite his mind racing with all the ways it could go wrong. This might be his only chance. Maybe he could say something on the car ride over? Just maybe? Tony grinned at him and started walking to the car. "Sweet. Hop in, we can swing by and grab your stuff on the way."

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