#classes ending at 7pm will DO things to you. anyways. i'm going to write some c code now

[copper-skulls]

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[unmotivatedwrit3r]

Pillow Fort

damian wayne x reader x jon kent

poly college series - blurb 5

(A/N): It's been a really long time and I'm so sorry bout that! I've been able to write maybe a page over the past month but I'm hoping to do some more writing soon.

warnings: none; it's just fluff

wc: ~800

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Jon looks at the clock for the fourth time in as many minutes. The time reads 5:03 pm, and he’s practically bursting with excitement. He knows for a fact that Damian has his lab class until 4:30 and is probably finishing up his work rather than work on it over the weekend, despite the next Wednesday due date. You, he knows, are in a meeting with your professor, and it’s due to end any minute now.

He turns again towards the living room, where he’s been working on setting something up for the better part of the past hour—without superspeed no less. He’s mentioned the idea to Damian before, on one of the days you were on patrol, and another time to you when Damian was on patrol. He said that it was excessive, especially considering they always fall and it’s hard to see out of them, especially with three people. You said it was too much effort for something with the purpose of watching movies and eating snacks, which the three of them do anyway by sitting on the couch.

Well, he’d done all the work. And when you're all done, he can take it apart, throw everything in the washing machine, and start it in all of ten seconds, so they can't even complain about cleaning up. And he’s put out snacks and ordered food that’s scheduled to arrive at 7pm. They will, Jon decides, enjoy this pillow fort whether they like it or not.

Just as he hopes, you're the first to enter the living room. Jon smiles as your eyes go wide and mouth opens in surprise as you take it in. It does look a little bit crazy, Jon will admit. He took at least an entire set of sheets and their summer comforter on top of the cushions on the loveseat and two chairs from the kitchen table. Oh, and there are lights inside, taken from the Christmas box still in the closet of the master bedroom. He makes a mental note to bring that back to Metropolis with him next time he goes.

He wanders towards you until he can wrap around you, arms resting over your shoulders, head resting on top of yours. “So, what do you think?”

“It looks … wow. How long did this take you?”

“Is that your way of asking me if I used my super speed for this? That’s very Dami of you.” You laugh, and his heart jumps. “But, no. I did this all at painstakingly boring normal speed.” he pauses. “I am, however, not opposed to superspeeding the cleanup.” You laugh again and duck out from under his arms, instead grabbing his hand to pull him towards the fort of comfortable objects. You pull back the opening and step inside.

“Huh, it’s roomier than I thought.”

Jon grins in response.

“Yeah, and I made sure we can see the TV so there’s no growly Damian going on about how it’s anti-productive to sit where we can’t see anything.”

You snort and grab the large bowl of popcorn.

“You’ve thought this entire thing through, huh? No chance of him saying no. Or no excuse, really. He might try just to save face.” Jon’s mouth was open to respond when he heard the door to the master bedroom open, and the near soundless socked footsteps of Damian padding down the hall. For Jon, it’s possible to hear Damian when he’s extremely focused, but neither him nor his dad can ever hear Bruce's footsteps, and Jon swears to him that both you and Damian are getting sneakier by the day. But, for now, Jon’s focus on his footsteps is good enough because he gets a chance to suggest that the two of you peek through a small gap in the blanket fort to watch his reaction. Damian stands there for a second to look at it, and a smile curves across his face before his voice rings out.

“I see we have resorted to making plans without me, then,” he says, but the warmth in his voice is unmistakable.

Jon watches as you pop out of the fort to grab his hand and drag him in with them. “Dami, it’s actually super cute, and pretty well lit and Jon grabbed those veggie chips you like and we can see the TV without a problem.”

“Well, I suppose if it’s already here and set up.” Damian drags a little as you pull him in, but he's smiling. A smile split's Jon's face, too. Success.

Jon laughs as his partners climb behind him onto the pile of pillows cushioning the floor. You're already looking through the movies available on Netflix. A night of movies, fast food, and (hopefully) uninterrupted time with his two favorite people in the world? Count him in.

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i'm assuming you watch Marvel but imagine if Harry was like Quicksilver..

YOU ASSUME CORRECTLY AND FUCKING FUCKETY FUCK. 

IDEK what to write here like. I’m just imagining Harry styles playing pietro maximoff in Avengers Age of Ultron now and it’s fucking with me lasdjfaldfhasldfh im dying.

Bad guys could never outrun him, the only thing that will always stop him dead in his tracks is you. To be speedster you kinda have to be insanely coordinated there’s a lot of fucking danger in tripping at that speed, or losing your focus and just blast through a fucking building with all that momentum you carry or misstep one of your feet. The first time it happened he wasn’t even running, he just spotted you from across campus as he was walking to a class and next thing he knows he’s on the ground and got trash all over him from the bin he’s knocked over along with his body.

And of course in the middle of laughter from his friends and weird looks from people, you’re the only one who actually comes over and asks if he’s ok, lending a hand to help him up. He’s a fast runner, but suddenly he’s a fast talker too and he’s dropping stupid rambling lines in a nano second.

God imagine him having to bolt into action mid conversation with this girl that he likes to stop a robbery or something, he’s like a friendly neighbourhood spiderman except he’s quicksilver. He doesn’t know how to end the chat without appearing to be rude but some old lady needs him to retrieve her purse. 

“Hey, I’ll talk to you later yeah?” and then he’s rushing off at a normal speed leaving you confused, until he’s behind a building and away from prying eyes when he zooms out. He delivers an extra punch to the thief just because he’s so angry that he can’t fucking talk to you normally without having to blast off or becoming a stuttering mess. How’s he ever gonna work off that rude exit! He’s sure it’s set him back on his progress with this girl. 

Imagine if Tony Stark himself called him mid chat with her. “Fuck off Stark” would be the first thing he’d say running into the avengers tower, punching the man on the arm and the avengers just look at him confused.“interrupted a date?” and he’s blushing like mad, and the whole team immediately knows, he’s never gonna hear the end of it from Hawkeye and The Falcon.

Christ and if one night after you’ve sorta become friends of some kind and he’s not as nervous, he spots you walking back from the library to campus and he insists on walking with you. You’re both going the same way anyways and he’d rather you didn’t walk these parts alone. Time had flown by, otherwise you would never walk alone this late, and before he can offer to always walk you back if it got to late – very smoothly might I add, like it was all set up, he was gonna offer his number and be very suave about it, it would be perfect – and he’s interrupted by a stupid gang of four pointing guns at you from a dark alley, asking you to give them everything. Money, phones, laptops. 

“For fuck’s sake” Harry just curses under his breath, annoyed. Really? Now? NOW? Here goes fucking nothing. 

And you can’t even fucking process what’s happening, there’s a breeze and a blur taking out the robbers, disarming them and chucking them to the other side of the street where they lie on the ground in pain and dizzy. And then the blur runs over to you and stops right in front of you, kicking up papers and leaves in his wake, and you can tell now. “Hi” Harry says sheepish with a sigh, a nervous grin on his face “surprise?” Of course there was no way he was letting those guys rob them, specially not when they were armed and there was a chance you could get actually harmed, but it also meant there was no way he could do this without you knowing he’s fucking Quicksilver, so now the cat’s out of the bag.“woah” is all you can say, shock evident in your face and you take a small step back, before he groans in embarrassment and facepalms.“I know. I know” 

But instead of running and avoiding him for the rest of forever like he expected you to do, you give him a grin – laced with shock and disbelief, but a grin nonetheless– stepping back over to him, and tell him his secret’s safe with you, and then of course you proceed to ask all the questions, and he answers with delight. “I can’t believe you’re Quicksilver” you whisper yell as you near campus.“Yeah. That’s me”“Wait do you not fall when you run at super speed? Cause I’ve seen you trip like a hundred times since i’ve met you and I’m guessing that’s dangerous”“uhhh” he scratches the back of his neck “Technically that’s your fault”“How?” you ask truly confused, and there’s a silence as Harry tries to think what the fuck he can say after that.“You’re... You’re too pretty” He groans in disgust the moment it’s out of his mouth. Is there a way he can run around the world enough to turn back time so he can NOT say that?“You’re pretty cute too, for a mutant” you joke, trying to let him know he’s not made it as awkward as he thinks, but all he can do is giggle nervously. He doesn’t know where the confidence comes from, but he’s blushing when he asks.“W-would you g-go on a da-date with t-this mutant?” He’s waiting for the worse, maybe that was too forward, too much in one night. But your lips are on his hot cheek before he can realise and you’ve said yes. Wait did he hear that right? You said yes, you actually had, his brain was not deceiving him. 

You’re setting up a date and a time and exchanging numbers as you walk up to your dorm building. “Kay so. Saturday. 7pm?”“P-perfect” “Night harry” you giggle as you start walking away“Night!”“Oh! and don’t be late” you wink at him and he laughs, because there’s no way in hell he could ever be. 

[marias-studyblr]

Hey, i'm not sure why i'm telling you this but im really upset and just need to vent. Today my history teacher pinpointed me infront of the whole class (twice) and, long story short, was very persistent with receiving an answer of some sort which i had no idea about. Everybody was staring at me, some were laughing, i felt my face burning honestly all i wanted to do was to run out of the class. As someone with social anxiety i avoid any form of class speaking anyway, but now i cant stop [1]

[2] replaying the events from earlier today and i just feel shit about myself. Im embarrassed that everyone else probably thinks i lack a lot of intelligence and basic knowledge. It’s hard to think when im asked a specific question infront of everyone,it makes me so nervous and my mind goes blank. To everyone this may seem like i’m overreacting but honestly im so upset and im not sure if its normal to feel this way. I dont know how to get over this feeling it’s horrible. I’m so done with school tbh

Hey! You deserve this rant, please whenever you need, I’m here for you!

So it might not seem like it because I’m pretty open in here, but I do exactly what you described. I was seeing myself in your words.

It used to be way worse in the last years of middle school, and in the first years of high school, it got to the point I didn’t really think for myself and all my interactions were based on what the other person wanted to hear or what I thought they would think of me.

Of course it always backfired, because it’s impossible to please everyone at all times, which left me even more unhappy about myself and lead me to more and more mental and physical problems (nothing too serious!). 

I would constantly overthink about particular situations where I was put on the spot at school and cringed over and over again.

It lead to tricky situations, a rough couple of years while I transitioned through that. A lot of hiding in bathroom stalls. And cringy stuff that only I remember by now.

I took way too seriously what other people talked about me, which gave them power. And those people understood it somehow and used it in the wrong way, which made me feel even worse.

I don’t know why. I have a couple of suspicions from my childhood but nothing that completely justifies why I didn’t know how to stand up for myself like most people did.

Looking back I can see how I was innocent and didn’t really understand how everyone, everyone, the students, the teachers, they also had problems and insecurities in their lives. I thought everyone was always better than me when actually we were all the same even with our differences and I had nothing to worry about.

I’m much better now. I’ve learned how to recognize my self-worth, hold myself as an individual. I’m not afraid to look people in the eye, and most importantly live my life for me and not for others.

But I’m not completely secure though. Just the other day I was thinking about this, trying to figure it out. Nowadays, I think my problems come from the huge respect I have for other people. I do this crazy thing: whenever I’m held responsible to someone I get super committed to doing it in the most perfect way possible because I don’t want to disappoint that person, even if it’s a total stranger. And whenever I feel like I’ve disappointed someone, I feel so bad because I just wanted to do it nicely for them. And I know that’s not a bad thing to do, but it comes to such extremes with me, because I overthink it so much.

For example, last friday I realized I forgot to send an email to the librarian to renew my book before 7pm, and I remembered at 10pm. I sent the email but through the night and the whole weekend I felt horrible about it.

It’s not like the social anxiety that I had before, but it’s still some kind of awkwardness that I don’t want to depend on.

So after this detour, let me get to the point. xD

I think we can both agree that we have to be able to stand up for ourselves and to appear stable even in the most embarrassing of situations, both for self-respect, because you don’t owe anything to anyone, you are allowed to make mistakes and be treated fairly, but also because it’s a good thing to have for your future life, you’ll always need to speak under pressure and you need to stop putting yourself through this anxiety everytime you are.

I also understand this is not something you can simply stop doing because it’s irrational. As soon as the moment starts, you get dragged into it and without noticing it your face looks like a tomato emoji.

However, that doesn’t mean you can’t slowly start making a change in your behavior, including practicing the way you present yourself, your posture, the way you talk, controlling nervous tics, answering while making eye contact with teachers and other people without stuttering.

Body language may seem non-important to you at first glance but it’s ALL that matters in social interactions, and this is what helped me overcome that feeling of pure cringe and embarrassment. I just kept practicing and I still do now. I encourage you to start paying attention to how confident people sit and how you sit, how they talk and how you talk. Truly start studying these things, and this is how I improved, it has made my life so much happier, and the biggest difference in my life quality. Truly.

Now, by NO means I’m saying this is going to solve everything overnight. I’ve improved my anxiety progressively and cringe situations still happen to me, but I find them less damaging over time. To finish up, I’m going to tell you an example of a situation of me practicing:

I’m in class, minding my own business. I pay attention to my posture. I sit with my back straight, hands relaxed, body still. I’m not covering my face or bending down. I pay attention to the class. The teacher asks me a question, I can feel my heart rate immediately going up. I focus first on my breathing (inhale and exhale profoundly) and maintaining my posture and quickly go through those physical checks. Even if I’m blushing, I keep eye contact with the teacher and my voice strong all the way through.

This is harder than it seems if you have social anxiety, but this practice really helped me and got me through so much. I still have a lot to overcome but I’ve gotten so many victories already and I want you to have the same, I know you can.

Here are 2 phenomenal Ted Talks that really helped me learn what I just told you about and I encourage you to watch them from beginning to end:

The surprising secret to speaking with confidence - Caroline Goyder

Your body language may shape who you are - Amy Cuddy

So I know this is already pretty long but I still have some stuff that might help you so I want to give it a try.

Confidence comes from within, so self-reflection is always needed. In order to not go too deep on that right now, because that’s a whole other question in itself, I’m going to give you the one piece of practical advice I always give which is recommending Yoga with Adriene, either doing her yoga videos or her meditation ones, or her challenges. Just to keep that positivity flowing in your veins is so important. And if you don’t have a source in your life, I feel like Adriene could be it.

Goals are really important in being confident too, so keeping a bullet journal, or a journal, a vision board, where you write your feelings, your interests, your dreams, might get you through the bad days and give you confidence when you need it the most. I feel like some days thinking about how grateful I am for my family, my home, myself, etc. really gets me through tough feelings I might be experiencing. 

Always share out loud what you are experiencing with your loved ones, with people you trust. Whenever I have feelings bottling up I force myself to spill them to my loved ones because I know no matter how much it embarrasses me to admit them, it always makes me feel better after they comfort me and make me see something differently, and suddenly the incident sounds a little more beatable.

Last thing I want to touch, and I promise, I promise this is the last thing, is those people in your class making you feel inferior. Don’t you shed a tear for them and I mean it. You are the classy one. You are the strong one. You get to keep your head high and be kind to yourself. If someone isn’t compassionate to you, you don’t owe them anything and you have the right to shut them out of your life. You don’t need to keep thinking about them or talk about them. You just don’t do them. You don’t pay attention to what they’re saying about you… they don’t know you. They. Don’t. Know. You. They don’t matter. That doesn’t mean you get to be rude to them, it just means they’re irrelevant. So. With that being said, I hope you understand you are a beam of light, a fucking rock star and you can get through this, you can overcome this school year, and the next one and the next one.

Find the people in your life who matter, who make you feel good. That’s all that matters. Here’s something interesting I read: “Feel bad for people who have the energy to bring others down. Don’t hate them back, feel for them. They are clearly in pain if that’s where they want to spend their energy.” Like I said they’re irrelevant, but you don’t have to be mean back, don’t get inside their game. Be the classy one and always, always, always focus on yourself, live your life.

I honestly want to keep talking for hours. I hope this was enough for you to kick-start a new way of seeing yourself and starting to become happy with who you are. There are so many obstacles in life but positivity is possible, you just have to keep looking for the things in your life that matter, that make you feel good and don’t give up.

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to answer this for you and I hope the advice reaches you. ♡ ♡ ♡ lots of love!