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ramskullsys · 2 months ago

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🧿 - Is there anyone who spends most of their time in front complaining?

-I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE QUESTION AND IM REWRITING NOW. SORRY GUY WHO WROTE THIS. ANYWAYS. 🏚️ complains a lot because he’s always pissy. 🦇 too. and 🍤 is constantly mad and hates everything so him too!!!! but a lot of us complain like, frequently. we are Annoyedddd and madddd lots

🩸 - Is there anyone who absolutely hates their source?

-again, rewriting, sorry!!! 📼 because he’s a factive of a terrible person and we can’t tell people who he’s an introject of. he tries to source separate a lot but it’s still there for him and he hates it. we only tell people we trust heavily. and 🦕 has an extreme distaste for his now because of. stuff. stresses him out. it’s that way for a lot of guys now actually, because of The Horrors and heavy associations and stuff, people are struggling with their sources+memories a lot nowadays but they’ll be okay!

🦇 - Are there any songs that you associate with systemhood/plurality or your system as a whole?

-LEMME FIND EM

“under my skin” - jukebox the ghost

“evelyn evelyn” .. - evelyn evelyn

“how to disappear completely” - radiohead (this one makes us ache severely)

“the mind electric, the soul eclectic, the heart acoustic” - all 3, chonny hash

“romantic homicide” - d4vd

“break” - three days grace

“johnny boy” - twenty one pilots (I KNOW. IM SORRY)

“trapdoor” - twenty one pilots (one of our mikes likes these. okay)

“friend, please” - twenty one pilots

“feeling small” - marianas trench

“alibis” - marianas trench

“far from here” - marianas trench. (we’re obsessed unfortunately)

“what was i made for” - billie eilish

“humpty” - mitski

“shame” - mitski

“i want you” - mitski

“you’re somebody else” - flora cash

.., i think that’s it for now. i also think we switched mid writinf this. (SORRY FOR DELETING THE ANSWERS 🦎🔪 WROTE AFTER I POPPED IN LMFAO IT WAS ACCIDENTAL) ok whatever. a lot of these aren’t even very plural coded its just how our system views tjem sometimes. 👍

🐈‍⬛- Is there anyone who identifies as otherkin/therian?

-sorta? yes? we have a lot of nonhumans! unmmm. we’re sort of unsure abt the therian label because we do not know enough about it, but the majority of us use “alterhuman” or “nonhuman” <:]

🔮 - How does your system determine who handles certain tasks/responsibilities?

-it’s based on whose most capable and most willing + close by. mostly capable, though. 🏆 fronts a lot to watch over things and take care of things even though he doesn’t like to sometimes :[ . depending on whose in front or close to it we shove the thing we have to do onto whoever wants to/can the most. ummm. one time tho we had to do scary dentist appointment and kind of pk;r’d for who would have to deal with it T__T !! we haaate it

🧟‍♂️ - Who is the most outwardly intimating? Are they viewed the same way within the system?

-mmmmm. probably A, 🐇, umm.. 🏚️?

A: he’s very intimidating in-sys and sort of out of sys. he’s quiet. he’s big and scary. we haven’t seen him in a while. but i get the feeling he’s not .. terrible. but yeah, not much of a talker and VERY LARGE AND FREAKY!!!!! SCARY!!! at least to me ig!

🐇: he might seem intimidating considering his source, his history of being a persecutor, gorewhore activities, and the way he only types in all caps 24/7 and it looks like he’s yelling at you, BUT HE’S A TOTAL LOVEBUG NOW! don’t tell it i said that. pretty please. i will die. anyways, he started off really violent but it’s grown sooo much calmer over time, he helps take care of the littles (esp the ‘odd’ ones, ones that don’t feel like normal kids due to their sources or what they enjoy. he makes them feel loved, and included, and cared for. never wants them to feel invalid as a syskid!!! ;A; ) and he’s actually pretty decentttt as a protector? it has his slip ups, unfortunately. i mean. you can’t entirely get rid of the immense desire to harm the body you’re in that you’ve had since day one. but he’s doing rly well. and he apologies when he slips up. id give him a big fat hug. it should front more again!! he’s still figuring out how to deal with the human emotions he experiences. it’s not used to them :[ but he’s learning and accepting them! NOT intimidating in sys. (… ok it is sometimes only a little bit)

🏚️: he’s intimidating probably? out of sys because he’s been known as an extremely aggressive persecutor for a while. and in-sys, too, ofc. he was not helpful during breakdowns and actively harmed us consistently so our more sensitive guys were really scared of him for a while. he’s settled down though surprisingly now that he and 🌀 have their really odd situation going on ??? i don’t know. they seem happy. 🏚️ is a lot more calmer and not actively trying to threaten or hurt us. i mean, besides 🌀, but he luvs it and we’re not actually getting fucking mental damage from it. so he’s probably less intimidating now? something that helped us be less afraid of him as well was when he found a fic that resonated with him heavily and made him very very emotional and upset. it showed us he wasn’t a being of pure malice and anger, just another fucker in our brain whose been HURTING!!! he spawned in to hurt us because we thought that’s what we deserve, i think. i think he still very heavily thinks we deserve all the suffering known to man, but he has a safe and comfortable outlet for it now?? and i think he’s getting better now that we’re all trying to improve. it’s nice. idk. ❌ is much, much less scared of him now and can be calm in front with him so that’s good!!!

🕯- Do your system's littles use "Baby Talk"?

-some of them and sometimes, when they feel comfortable. not usually like “i’m so wittle and siwwy and im baby” but like. less coherent than normal talking and sort of missing phrases, unfinished words, noises. if we were in a safer environment, i think more of our littles or sliders would just be straight up babbling frequently because it’s comfortable and feels good to them. it’s nice when they can be comfortable around people and talk how they do naturally, which can be pretty incoherent or messy depending on how relaxed they are or small. shrug. we aren’t in a safe environment for our littles or sliders to be able to relax fully and be themselves comfortably, but i hope one day we are. it’s been rly hard for them lately but supportive friends who don’t judge our kiddos help a lot. really warms our hearts when people are sweet to them. we’re very fearful of judgement because of Our History . ☹️

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the-superstardaycare · 4 months ago

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It's like fate that I'm in front the moment this question is posted /half joke

Let me introduce you to Sano Manjiro, aka Mikey from Tokyo Revengers.

WARNING: I briefly talk about gangs, murder and death in this so if that's not your thing, just remember him as plural without reasoning. Also this obviously will include spoilers because I can't shut up about this show once I start.

ALSO this is a very long post because I'm so autistic about this, so sorry.

He is, I should clarify, not canonically plural. In all fairness, in source, probably not a single thing would speak for him being plural. But I started headcanoning him as plural about a year ago now.

Part of the reason is absolutely me coping with our own plurality. During times of self-doubt, it gives me a sense of comfort to think about one of my favorites also being plural.

Other part of it is that I (sourced from Tokyo Revengers) had a feeling that in my canon Manjiro was plural. My boyfriend (also sourced from Tokyo Revengers) also said it absolutely could somehow be possible.

So let me go into Manjiro and into my headcanons real quick (real quick is a lie, I am info dumping).

Tokyo Revengers, just for quick clarification, is manga that focuses on gang fights in the early 2000s japan. Its main theme also includes time travel, which leads to many different future versions of characters.

I believe that one of the last future version we get to see of Manjiro, specifically the one in the "close to perfect because everyone is okay but him" timeline, is probably the most plural coded as he can get.

He is, in my eyes, BPDgenic, traumagenic and possibly an accidentally created System for coping purposes. Probably considered a Mixed System.

The guy has witnessed quite a few events over his life that can (and should be) considered traumatic. I could go into the events and why that is, but I can't spoil the whole story, even if I really want to.

I think the one thing I should mention is that he lost pretty much everyone dear to him. His parents died when he was still pretty small; his big brother was (somewhat accidentally) killed by someone he deemed a friend, his sister was (absolutely on purpose) killed by someone he knew and his step brother ended up dying in a gang fight. Most of his friends and acquaintances left him because he started going into directions they did not want to take with him (in relation to the gang).

He also carries some type of curse with him that I won't be going into much details. It essentially makes him unreasonably violent and kinda loose sense of his self.

SO. Who's in the System?

Manjiro obviously. He's the host and one of the two alters who actually fronts. The usage of "core" or whatever is debated in the community, but it's probably the closest thing I know on how to describe it. He uses he / him, is a bi cis man and fronts during less stressful times with one of his triggers being the protgonist of the story (since they're "best friends" in lore, but manjiro is kinda in love if you ask me).

Mikey, who is the other fronting alter. He is, I'd say, the protector and a prosecutor. He uses he/him pronouns and is aroace (repulsed on all sides). He is essentially the "manifestation" of that curse.

Shinichiro is one of the multiple non-fronting alters in the System. He is a factive of Manjiros older brother. He/Him, Bi or Hetero probably and has an unknown comforter role.

This is my love Emma (she's so pretty, i love her). She's Manjiros sister. She uses she/her, is hetero and an emotion holder probably. She's, in Manjiros eyes, the manifestation of happiness and safety. She's also a factive!

Izana is a factive of Manjiros step brother. They didn't know each other for long, due to a hard relationship in the past and stuff that I won't go into because it's not important for Manjiros plurality. Anyways, Izana goes by he/him, he's unlabeled queer and has no specific role other than being a reminder of what could've been (ow.)

I think Shinichiro, Emma and Izana are entirely non-fronting. They can be co-conscious when Manjiro is in front, but that's about all. They're not made to front. They're created to serve as a reminder to Manjiro what he lost.

Things I should also probably mention:

Manjiro was cursed back when he was still a child, but I think that Mikey split off of him way later in life. So I wouldn't deem his younger versions to be plural for this reason. The "curse" only started manifesting when he was older, and therefore his plurality also only appeared later in life.

Being plural is, not entirely, a negative experience for Manjiro. In his defense, his entire life has been a negative experience at some point which is the reason why he became plural to begin with. But I wouldn't say "having factives of his loved ones makes him happy and a better person". If anything, it makes him miserable, because it's almost like a constant reminder that they're the closest thing he'll get to seeing them again.

Sure, its comforting to have them by his side, and to have Mikey who holds onto the dark impulses (the canon name for the "curse"), but it's not the same to him.

I think Manjiros plurality ended up saving him from a worse future (if that's even possible), but it didn't make his life better or anything. All it did was stop it from getting even worse.

Also, he's my favourite because 1) coping, 2) I feel so bad for him in the entire story and 3) part of me in source was dating him so it's only fair to think about him. 😔

Ah uhm, yea I don't know where else to go with this because I don't think many will read all of this anyways. But I got to info dump about this, which is nice. And shoutout to whoever read till the end :) you're so cool.

question 71: do you have a favourite plural character? is that canonical or a headcanon of yours? why are they your favourite?

#🎴.png #🎴 can't stop talking about Tokyo Revengers #plural #plurality #plural system #endo safe #pluralgang #pro endo #endogenic #system stuff #endogenic system

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the-feminist-filipino-fangirl · 3 years ago

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I have been procrastinating on posting this for ages now but anyways, here are my Rottmnt fankids!:

Cat and Sandro are twins and they were adopted by Raph. Gio was adopted at age 2 by Leo. Yes, Raph and Leo decided to continue the Renaissance artist name trend, yes they are color coded (CYMK but minus the K), and yes, they have mystic powers/Hamato Ninpo. Let me give you a rundown of each character (this is gonna be long imma divide it into 3 parts)

(Part 2: Cat, Part 3: Gio)

Sandro

Before I get into Sandro’s personality, I’m going to begin by explaining the twin’s backstory. Basically, Raph was considering adoption around the same time one of April’s friends accidentally got pregnant. He offered to adopt the baby, not expecting it to be babies plural. The twins are half Japanese and half Jamaican (I was definitely influenced by the blasian human turtle designs)

Sandro is 9 years old and is named after Sandro Botticelli. His signature color is magenta and he is definitely one of the smartest kids in 4th grade. All three kids are actually really smart like seriously, they were all homeschooled by Donnie for the first 8 years of their life. And that doesn’t even count what Leo Mikey and Raph taught them.

Sandro is autistic like Raph and Donnie and is a huge literary nerd (I’m self projecting here) and has a ridiculously large book collection. Raph encourages his love for reading as much as possible. He loves his alone time and is introverted but if you ask him about one of his hyperfixations he will infodump for hours. He is on the high empathy side of the spectrum and loves his family to the death. He’s very peaceful but he is not above punching someone if they hurt his family.

When he and Cat were about seven, the begged Raph for weeks on end to teach them to become ninjas. They thought their dad and uncles had the coolest job ever and wanted to copy them. Raph wanted to train them but he was terrified of hurting his kids so he refused at first. The puppy eyes won in the end. They ended up having a blast training together. Sandro uses a bladed staff like the one Cassandra uses in the season finale:

Except his isn’t bent. Sandro also knows how to use tonfas and a bo staff.

Now I mentioned earlier that the kids have Hamato Ninpo despite being adopted and they got mystic powers along with it. Sandro got invisibility. He just claps his hands and he disappears. You should have seen Raph’s face when he did it for the first time. Splinter constantly teases the turtles that their 9 year old nephew/son is better at stealth than them. Sandro usually uses his powers when he wants to get out of uncomfortable social situations (I can relate)

And that’s it for Sandro! I’ll continue with Cat and Gio after I finish studying bc I have an exam tomorrow. Adios!

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ancdtlst · 4 years ago

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Twenty and Eligible

Characters: Leedo x Reader Genre: Drama, Fluff

Description: You and Leedo are best friends in college. You ask him to hook you up with some of his single friends. Leedo secretly likes you and decided to hook you up with friends that he knows that won’t work out. During the last disastrous blind date you went, his friend tell you the truth.

[Warning: This chapter contain slightly strong language, mention of porn, sexual activity and disturbing content that may not be suitable and upsetting for some readers.]

“No! You cannot!”, Geonhak’s voice went another level of octave. He sounds very surprise as he stops right in front you which made you almost bump onto him. You abruptly stops on your track so wouldn’t collide into his hard chest. Oh hell yes, he has one hell hard of chest. You accidentally touched it once but that is not the case at the moment.

“Why not? I’m old enough to date.”, you paused and sips on your coffee, walking pass and leaving him behind. Geonhak tried to collect himself and ran after you. Both of you were waiting in front of the elevator as Geonhak try to persuade you for not doing a blind date, again.

“Fine.”, you paused. “If you set me up with any of your single friends.”, you said and gave him a wink. Dumbfounded, Geonhak followed you getting into the elevator. He felt hot all of sudden and instead of sipping his matcha latte through the straw, he chugged it all in. He definitely knew he would get brain freeze with that act but he did not know how painful and annoying the brain freeze would be.

“Ah, it’s cold.”, he groaned and held on his head, getting brain freeze. The brain freeze is getting painful and he face the elevator wall and leaned against it.

“Of course! It’s ice dumbass!”, you chuckled, followed by Geonhak. Indeed feeling stupid afterwards.

Here you are sitting in a fancy restaurant that Geonhak had booked for you and your date. Since it was a fancy restaurant, there is a dress-code that you will need to follow. You are wearing a black dress. It is a knee length, long sleeve dress with some lacies at the rim of the wrist. This is the only dress you have. Most of time, you are comfortable wearing pants instead of dress and skirt.

After a good ten minutes, a tall man with a bouquet of roses approached your table. His voice was smooth as silk and as he asks for your name. You smile sweetly to him, trying to give the best impression. He return your smile and have a sit across you before giving you the roses.

You are not a fan of flowers but you appreciate his effort so you took it anyways. Just be thankful, dear self. You thought. As soon as he sits, he extend his long arms for a friendly handshake.

“I’m Youngjo, the famous pretty boy, Kim Youngjo.”, it was awkward, right off the bat. However, you did extend you hand for a handshake and introduce yourself. You heard about him before. He is the sweet heart of the music department and your friends were heads over him every time they saw him. They even skipped some classes to see his performance every Friday, it’s the music department evaluation day.

Youngjo was wearing a black leather pants with red roses pattern shirt along with a long black coat. You had to be honest he look so good in that outfit and you lowkey hope everything would go well.

It has been more than thirty minutes, this Youngjo guy keep talking and praising himself. You could not do anything but to eat, drink and listen to all of his self love statements and you mentally face palming yourself. You really wanted to get yourself out from this mess but tonight would be a long one. Instead of cutting him off or listening to his self love compliment, you are imagining yourself beat the shit hell out of him. Even worst, tape that pretty mouth of his and let you eat in peace.

“You know, I was actually so shock when people told me I have a pretty eyes and most of them are women. I mean there’s men too but I’m straight.”, he chuckles as feed himself some pasta. He puts down his fork and pointed towards his eyes. “You see these eyes? Aren’t they shining?”, he asks and you awkwardly nods. Is he serious?!

“I’m sorry if it’s blinded you.”, he said and you laughed. That was a genuine laugh. It was funny and ridiculous in the same time. Actually, you enjoy his company that night because he was fun guy except that he loved himself too much. Though he does not give you any room to talk, you do not mind it all because at the end of the day you already lost interest on him.

Kim Youngjo. Out.

“How was your date last Saturday?”, Geonhak asks, a little excited. You gave him a look before rolling your eyes, sighing heavily as you were reminded to the restless night with Youngjo. It was tiring just by listening to him talking highly about himself.

“He—“, you paused as you pinched the bridge of your nose. Geonhak waited for you to tell him everything. “He never let me talk. I’ve been listen to him speaking highly of himself.”, you huffed. “Overall, it was a boring date.”

You heard he laughed from your side and slap his muscular arms. “You laugh?! It was a torture for me! How is that funny for you?”, you asks, a little bit annoyed with him.

“I kind of— can imagine the reaction on your face that you are giving him.”, he laughed again and you rolled your eyes. His laugh annoyed you and you felt the urge of smacking him but in the same time your energy does not worth on this man. You closed your eyes tightly and tried to suppress that anger of yours.

“…but he was funny and a gentleman.”, you added. Geonhak immediately stop laughing and paid his full attention on you again.

“Are you going out with him again?”, Geonhak asks and you gasp. Your expression are already enough to tell him that you are not going out with him. Never again. Geonhak nods as he saw your expression and he did not say anything afterwards. He pulled out his phone and showed you a picture another friend of his.

“How about this one?”, he asks as he showed you the photo of a ginger haired guy.

“He looks promising.”, you paused. “Wait— is this another date?”, eyes widen, unbelievable. You thought it was only one time. Geonhak retrieved his phone and gave you a questioning look.

“…I’m sure I heard you say to hook you up with my single friends. There’s an ’S’ and that- my friend is a plural.”, Geonhak gave you his signature smile, the mocking smile and not his infamous smirk.

“Why am I even friend with you…”, you muttered under your breath.

“I actually can heard you, you know?”, Geonhak waves his hand in front of you, telling you he actually there as a person not imagination.

“I know, I meant for you to hear it.”, you rolled your eyes. “Anyways, I hope he’s not as weird as Youngjo. That man really gave me bad goosebumps.”, you groaned.

This time it was a casual date and you are grateful that you would not have to wear any dresses or high heels anymore. You are wearing something comfortable and compliment your body line too. You are wearing light blue denim, white t-shirt tucked in your jeans with a khaki knitted sweater and a pair of white converse. Very comfortable for a casual outdoor date.

While you were waiting for him, you scrolls through your social media. When you felt someone sitting next to you, you look to your side and saw a familiar handsome man. You are confuse but not sure how to react.

“I’m Seoho.”, he laughed and offered a handshake. You gasped, realising your mistake for not recognising him. The photo that Geonhak showed he had a gingered hair but right now he has a jet black hair which is actually look very good on him. You took his hand and introduced yourself as well.

His eye smiles are really charming which you indeed fall in love with.

Seoho was wearing a dark blue t-shirt and checkered boyfriend shirt as a jacket which look pretty thick. He wore a dark blue beanie too, to match the shirt he is wearing. First impression of Seoho is nice, well for now.

But damn you were quick to judge this man that early. He is indeed a freak like Youngjo but he was much more worst than Youngjo. You can’t believe he actually nitpicked on everything you ate!

It seems like a nice weather to have a toppokki and you asks Seoho to come along with you. You were about to order another serve of toppokki when Seoho stops you. “A girl shouldn’t eating too much, you’ll get fat easily.”, he said. You are actually dumbfounded but annoyed with his statements. You rolled your eyes, ignoring his bold statements and ordered the toppokki.

You changed the topic into something else, trying to avoid the uncomfortableness. You compliment his fashion style today but got roasted instead, saying that your style look like some old woman. You gasped, surprise. That statement really caught you off guard.

“I think you would be really pretty if you wear cute dress like the girl right there.”, Seoho pointed to the corner of the store where a cute girl with a long hair wearing a really cute pastel pink dress. You gawked and turned your head back to Seoho.

“I’m not comfortable with dress. I think, I’m good with anything wear.”, you sarcastically smiles at him. Trying to not show that you were lowkey salty with his attitude but it seems like he does not realised your sarcasm.

“How old are you anyways?”, he asks and you answered. “Oh.”, he paused. “You look older than you supposed to be. Was it because of your make up?”, he chuckled.

“Oi, you think it’s funny?”, you had enough. You stops eating as you slams your chopsticks on the table and made everyone giving you both a look but Seoho does not seems to bother by it. Seoho lift up his head and gave you his best smile.

“I don’t know, you tell me.”, he said.

“I think this is funny.”, you smirks as you poured the soy sauce you put in a small plate earlier onto his face before walking out from the store, fuming in anger.

“You promise me he wasn’t a weirdo!”, Geonhak covered his ears from the screams he had to endure for the past few minutes.

“I didn’t necessary promise you anything about weirdos.”, his thought slips out from his mouth as his eyes widen when he realised what he said. Instead of covering his ears, he ran for his life.

After the heated argument you had with Geonhak, he finally surrender himself because he was tired of running and you seems still have a lot of energy. He offered to buy you lunch and you agreed. Currently both of you were sitting in a cafe for some drinks and dessert after lunch and again it is Geonhak’s treat. “Are you still mad?”, he asked and you gave him a look.

“Oh I’m dying to kill you.”, you replied. Geonhak says nothing but sit still in front of you as he scroll through his phone but some times, he would steal a few glances at you trying to figure out your mood as you were typing on your laptop, trying complete your assignments.

“Did something happen?”, two familiar voice came and took seat between you and Geonhak. Neither of you says anything which they both came to a conclusion. “Yep definitely something had happen, Keonhee.”, the boy said.

“Was it you, Geonhak?”, Hwanwoong asks and he flashes his smiles at him. Knowing Geonhak, he knew pretty well that this man is capable of pissing people off. Hwanwoong swears, whatever in the older twisted mind is he needs to control it.

“I’m sorry, alright.”, Geonhak finally said. “I didn’t know they would be that weird—“, he paused. “I mean, I knew they were weird but not to the extend that it made you uncomfortable.”

“Wait, what do you mean?”, Keonhee asked.

“He sets me up with his weirdos friends.”, you finally looked up from your laptop and gave Geonhak a death glare, again.

“He what?!”, both Keonhee and Hwanwoong were surprise with the news. “With who?”, Keonhee asks Geonhak this time because he knew Geonhak does not have that many friends. Could it possibly…

“Youngjo and Seoho. His weirdos friends.”, you answered for him.

Both Keonhee and Hwanwoong gasped. Their guts were right. You did not realised that both Keonhee and Hwanwoong were making an eye contact with Geonhak who was sending a secret message about those two.

“…yeah, uhm…they are…”, Hwanwoong looked at Keonhee, asking for some help to cover the older friend.

“Very weird.”, Keonhee adds and Hwanwoong gave him a look. Like he was not expecting Keonhee really stated something that is very obvious. You look at Keonhee and nods. “That’s what I was saying.”

You are currently at Geonhak’s shared apartment with Keonhee and Hwanwoong, hanging out for the weekend. It has been quite a while since you and Geonhak hang out with each other. Keonhee and Hwanwoong were working on their group assignment and definitely does not want to be disturb. It was just a normal weekend where you both watch some movies and play some games before finishing up each other assignments.

You suddenly blurted out on finding another date, as if the previous two did not give you enough trauma for another blind date. Geonhak refuse to let you go to another date and insisted on finding you another date again.

“Not another one Geonhak.”, you groaned. “If I’m to pick a date, I would pick it myself.”

Geonhak jumped off from his couch, overreacting to your reaction. “Hell no. I don’t trust your pick and I will not approve.”, he groaned.

“Hell like I can trust your pick! Your friends were weirdos, Geonhak!”, you tried to reason him out, not wanting to go to another hell of blind date with Geonhak’s friends.

“Fine. These are people from my department. I personally don’t know them and I cannot promise you if they are not weird or not but this would be the last.”, Geonhak said as he gave you his phone and flips through the pictures. You stumbled across the picture of a boy with a heart shape lips.

“He looks manly.”, you showed him the picture.

“Son Dongju. You know him?”, Geonhak asks and you shook your head.

“But I knew he’s Dongmyeong twin brother. Knowing Dongmyeong, I think Dongju would not be as weird as your friends.”, you nods as you continue typing on your laptop, finishing up your report. Geonhak made a face when you are not looking and you absolutely have no idea what he was planning all these time.

You do not know why but you actually not looking forward or feeling excited about this date. You just wear something casual that you would wear when you were with Geonhak, a boyfriend shirt and t-shirt. Usually you would wear a straight cut jeans but today you felt like wearing a long bell bottom jeans.

You heard someone called for your name and when you turns your head you saw the gorgeous man that you have been waiting for, for a date. You stood up and extend your hand for a handshake and he actually took it. “Hi, Dongju,” you smiles.

“I’m sorry I was a bit late.”, his voice was quite deep too unlike Dongmyeong but definitely as deep and Geonhak’s. “Shall we?”, he starts walking without waiting for you in which you are completely fine with it because Geonhak always did.

When you thought this date would be the best out of the dates that Geonhak sets you up, it went south. Son Dongju is not what everyone thinking he is.

Fuming in anger, you punched in the code on the door. As soon as you get in, you slams the door shut and saw Hwanwoong watching the television alone, looking completely confuse with your sudden appearance in their house. He was about to open his mouth to greet you but you stop him.

Lifting up you point upwards and told him you were not in the mood. Hwanwoong nods, saying nothing afterwards but focus on the shows he was watching on the television while you were walking straight towards Geonhak’s closed bedroom.

Keonhee came out from the room when he heard something slams shut and saw you fuming in anger walking towards Geonhak’s room which is exactly next to his. He nods, not wanting to disturb anything that might be happening later and running for his life towards Hwanwoong.

“Wanna bet?”, Hwanwoong asks.

“50,000 won that Geonhak would get on his knees, apologising.”, Keonhee wink.

“Fine.”, Hwanwoong rolled his eyes. “50, 000 won they will starts dating today.”

“Kim! Fucking! Geonhak!”, you practically yelled as soon as you step inside of his room not realising he was actually doing some ‘business’. Geonhak was flustered that he was caught red handed, jacking off in front of his computer while watching some porn.

Quickly, he stood up and pulled his sweat pants up. He was actually shirtless but you could not careless anymore. “You were having a nice time, jacking off at home while you sent those devils to torture me on the blind dates?! What the fuck?”, you threw whatever you could reach in his room to him.

Geonhak slowly walks around the room, avoiding you and the things you have been throwing at him. “Look! I’m sorry but I—“, he could not finish his sentence when you grab his five kilograms dumbbell on the floor and starts chasing him. He quickly jumped over his bed and ran out from his room straight towards the living room where Hwanwoong and Keonhee were relaxing watching their shows until they saw you running with dumbbell in hand.

“Woah— hold on!”, Hwanwoong shrieks and jump out from the couch followed by Keonhee.

“But you what?!”, you yelled again.

“Please calm down!”, Geonhak tried to make you calm down, extend out his hand asking for dumbbell back. “I cannot explain things to you if you are this mad.”, he added.

“You know I would get mad and you knew how crazy can I be when I’m mad! So why bother asking me to calm down now?!”, you said and chased him again. Geonhak retrieved his hand and ran into the kitchen which is a dumb move. There is no more way out, he turn around and sigh.

“Fine.”, he paused. “Please, put that down. I’m sorry but please hear me out.”, he finally surrender and you threw the dumbbell on the ground.

“Explain.”

“You should have told me earlier…”, you finally had calm down as both of you sat on the edge of his bed. Geonhak finally had put on his sweater on instead of being half naked in front of you.

Dongju may be the worst date you have ever had but he had his reason. He was being a total ass while you both went for the date. He ordered only for himself and not for you but asked you to pay it for him which you found it really annoying. Not just that, he was not being the gentleman like the previous dates you had.

Though Youngjo could be annoying because of his self-loving moment but you were actually felt thankful that he was actually being a gentleman, unlike Dongju. If you think Seoho was worst because he was nitpicking you for how you dress, how to eat and how to wear your make—Dongju made it way worst.

He nitpick you at every details that he could get. When you confront him, he could only chuckles and said sorry. He finally told the truth about all these blind dates that Geonhak had set for you. It was all his plans to ruin it or like Dongju said to make you trauma of blind dates. Which is now you actually are.

“I don’t know. Even if I did, I don’t think you would take me seriously.”, Geonhak says, not daring to look into your eyes. His eyes were everywhere but you. You hold his hand next to you and made him look at you.

“You wouldn’t know if you didn’t try.”, you put a little pressure on his arms, reassuring you that you would take him seriously if he would just ask.

“Would you ask me now?”, you asks him. You had to be honest, this is the boldest move you have ever made in your life.

Geonhak’s eyes says everything, he could not hide the excitement and surprise.

“Well, then— would you like to date me?”, he gulped right after he asks you and he could not hide the nervous. You could feel his palm were getting cold because of the nervousness. You smiles and gave a little yes. Geonhak sighs in relief and laid if back on the bed. He never knew how good it felt.

He would definitely told you earlier if he knew.

“Anyways, could you turn that off. It really made me uncomfortable.”, you eyed his computer which was still playing the porn clip that Geonhak was watching earlier.

“Oh shoot! I—“, he stuttered and quickly shut down his computer.

“Sorry that I had to interrupt that.”

Keonhee rolled his eyes and unwillingly pulled out his 50, 000 won before giving it to Hwanwoong. “Thank you for your donation.”, Hwanwoong laughed evilly while Keonhee could only groan after losing some money to Hwanwoong.

“I like it when you lose. Sorry not sorry, Keonhee.”

#oneus #oneus imagines #oneus scenarios #oneus oneshot #oneus fanfic #leedo #leedo imagines #leedo scenarios #leedo oneshot #leedo fanfic

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inusam · 6 years ago

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Found MY HAPPY PLACE, MOTHERFUCKER!!!! Rant Part 1: ALICE????? Damn that’s Long!

Let me just start of with DAMN!!!!!!! WHAT AN EPISODE!!!!! MOREEEEEEEEE!!!!

Ok admitting it now I was a main Queliot shipping since pretty much Season 1 episode 1 when Eliot looked Quentin up and down the he was trying to figure out which end he was going to start eating first (innuendo intended), and it only got stronger the longer I watched. Soooooooo..... I’m going to be going off about my ship but I’ll keep it to the end.

I will be the first one to say LOUDLY in fact that Alice has been one of least favorite characters since even before the series started. (No, not just because of my ship. Didn’t like even before that.) Seriously I didn’t want to even start watch at when I first saw the trailer with her in it, and ever trailer after reconfirmed my decision till I accidentally started watching it on Netflix , got a few minutes in and found out I don’t just have one female character I hated I had two Julia. My positions on Julia are now very complicated but I love watching her character arc now, even if I can’t get all the way back behind the her like I do with the others. But my very ardent dislike of both Alice and pretty much a majority of her screen time has been pretty damn the same 80% of time. Sure there are moments that I like or find cute or interesting but the pass usually rather quickly. Mostly because a majority of her character, her arc , and/or just her personalities’ tend to be prime examples of bad writing tv tropes the I have come to HATE SO MUCH. No not cliche trope cause I can like those if give the right context, though Alice isn’t anyway. I mean shortcut, cheat-codes,bullshit handed to you on a stick TV tropes that just diminish what they are trying to say to move on with the story instead of giving it what the story needs.

Until this episode... this episode I actually wanted to talk about her, and not just in an angry and annoyed rant. Well not only.... ITS PROGRESS! Further more it gave me hope that it will continue.

Alice.........................(Starting Mainly focused on Character , then Relationships)

One of the few times I was actually fully invested in her story in that wasn’t based on any other character in a positive light was when the group go to Plovers house, and they discover the truth. So it only makes sense that the episode that makes me hopeful for her story going further starts with her and Plover. (Side note: I have seen people say Quentin calling back to Plover, being his favorite author is him trying to lessen what Plovers crime’s but I don’t see that way. But since its a Quentin focus that really does have to do with Alice; I’ll get into that later.) Her argument with Plover about his sins and her point of view on of he can’t be trusted to get what he wants let only deserve it goes as a really interesting rhythm to her and Q interactions. Though I really don’t know how I feel about the comparing of those to two. Especially considering the thing Q is stonewalling her about isn’t even the killing and torturing of creature some even children, but the betrayal and Plovers is sexually assaulting a child. But to address her question; No, I don’t think her sending Plover to the Poison Room makes her worse or better. Its one of those things that everybody has a different answer but no one knows what they would do till it happens. Her sending him to him “Death” (She didn’t lock it and we didn’t see him die, ok.) IS understandable. The thing I think that might, MIGHT put a tally in the worse column is that she didn’t stop to ask that question until Q’s reaction to her reveal. Only made worse by the way she revealed. Like she wanted a metal, reward or a pat on her head for it. (Which actually took a hit about the one thing she had going for me that the other characters didn’t, her independence. Even in her most dependent moments; she loved Q, but he was never her crutch.) But it moved on quickly from that so it wasn’t so bad.

Now on to the relationships..... I loved this episode in case you can’t tell, but what I loved most about this episode was what it did for the relationships. Yes I said RELATIONSHIPSSSSSS, plural, that right all of them. What it closed what it open, put in focus ALL OF IT especially what those relationship did or will do for the characters. But this rant is about Alice’s relationships (YES mostly Quentin because most of her relationship are Quentin or Quentin by Proxy). So let’s talk.

I should probably say that I love that the group (Quentin, Julia and by exception if nothing else: the rest of the questers.) have forgiven her, and don’t want her around. No that is not just Alice hate. It’s freeing in a way and it one of the thing that gives me hope about being further invested in her story arc. I don’t actually want or think they should forgive her or let only trust her, not yet at least. For one, she hasn’t actually apologized. Two, she hasn’t in any way actually shown she thought her actions were wrong, all she gave is justifications and I’m sorry I caused this because of my action not I’m sorry for my action, which is one of the main reasons everybody is pissed at her, her action not just the unforeseen thing she had no way of predicting. I have seen a lot of people saying Q should have forgive her like he forgave Julia, since she did basically the same thing. But the way I saw and interpreted this actually different. I am not really Julia-apologist with the view that she can do no wrong and is completely justified. In fact as previously stated I started off hating her just as much sometimes more than Alice and now I do generally enjoy her story and seeing where it goes along with her adorable moments, mostly with Q I still can’t bring myself to like her. (Mostly for what she did to Q in that one episode.. You all know the one. But that’s for a Julia centered rant.) But it actually isn’t the same thing.

Sure when if you strip down the story to the most basic detail sure it has similar lines. One of the group does something betraying or otherwise and the rest of them if not the world/worlds end up having to pay for the backlash and its all that characters fault. I HATE when stories do this, and so many do. They strip down the details to make one person/group understandable or forgivable to another because they kinda sorta did the same thing expect for all the important stuff but ignore all that. No, the the devil really is in the details. They are IMPORTANT. The how, why, when, where are actually very important, not just the what. If they weren’t you wouldn’t bother spending money and time showing them to me and I wouldn’t care. I call it FUN-HOUSE EFFECT. I HATE IT, SSSSSOOOOO MUCH. It is BAD writing and it’s everywhere, even in really good shows, shows I love. Which just made that more excited about the writer not take the easy way out with Alice. Because that is what the Fun-House Effect is the easy way out, instead of the right way. The right way where forgiveness is a journey to get through no a detestation to move on from, and no I don’t mean a redemption arc. Though I do love a good one. I would like to point out it they’re not always the same thing. It cheapens all involve the origin sin oh now I understand sin along with the forgiveness sin along with all the feelings involve. Especially, because when writer use it to get the forgiveness the character and the story plot involved or driving by it don’t get what makes it all worth the pain, closure and since they never really get it in the story we never really feel it. I mean think about it this way just because two song about the same thing does mean they are the same and like any song it should be able to justify itself on it’s own. Putting them side by side or together in mash-up of any kind should enhance them both not diminish them. If it does it bad writing in a song or a story. I’m probably getting to carried away with the bad examples, and I’m totally getting carried away with my Fun-House rant.

Like I was saying sure in its most basic forum it’s one character goes against the group and/or does something stupid and all of them if not the rest of the school/kingdom/world/worlds has to deal with the backlash of that person/people’s action. Everybody else when they made their stupid/selfish/selfless ‘betrayal’ it was them putting themselves or someone else before the group/world by making a different decision but that was their choice. Even if it meant going against the others. Josh when he ran back to Brakebills, Penny when he sold out Quentin to be expelled, Julia when she took the knife or, Kady when she took the battery, Eliot when he shot the Monster, even Margo with the Fairy deal, Quentin when he didn’t help Julia ,they all made choices that they put in front other people’s and those people were mad and then forgiven it was a journey to some and understandable to others. Wrong, selfish and/or stupid choices they were but they all made them but the one thing they didn’t do is try and take away their choices and Alice tried to do that. Kady said best herself last season Alice doesn’t get to make that choices for everybody. In fact Alice made her choices she didn’t trust herself around magic, that’s why she and took the Memory Potion that was her putting her self above and before everyone (And actually her explaining it to is one of the moments I like of her in the last season and felt generally invested in), her leaving Breakbills after the whole thing with her brother her choice. What was not her choice was trying to make sure nobody had magic, because SHE thinks they don’t deserve it. To add insult to injury they were so busy trying to defend themselves from her trying to take away their choice it left them completely unprepared for what came after and just to spit in their face it turns out she took the potion so she wouldn’t have to face the consciences of said action. And she only trying to make up for the insult. That’s one of the main difference in situation about everything else.

Other points as follows;

Quentin and everybody already didn’t trust her when they let her in on the quest after discovering she was working with the Library but they gave her the benefit of the doubt because of what and who she to them (Mainly Quentin) before without her expressing anything learned or changed trying to take their choice away and give control to the Library. And oh look she changed her method but she still fucking tried to take their and everybody’s choice away about magic. Different plan same objective.It makes total sense that not only would they not forgive or even try understanding anymore even more so considering that they were all trying to do that before even going as far as to not want her help. I mean if someone who had tried to take away my choice while ‘helping’ before tried to ‘help’ me again in any way I would shut that shit down as fast as possible. So I loved the show’s reaction to her. Even more I love what I think it means for her next. Growth for Alice in a positive way, which don’t think she actually had.

Alice herself hasn’t grown in a positive way like all the other character. If anything thing happen to and/or around Alice beside for some and I do mean some aspects of her relationship with Quentin almost always went negatively toward Alice’s character. Her discovering what happened to her brother, her parents, dying, killing the Beast become a Niffin, coming back to life, being without magic, being around Quentin, Not being around Quentin, getting Julia’s spark, almost dying again, having to give up Julia’s spark, her dad dying, her trying to find her knowledge of magic again, making a deal with the library, breaking a deal with the library, destroying the keys all of it in a negative way. Just when you think it couldn’t go deeper into worse she gets a magically shovel and starts digging, Hell even the supposed good parts, with Quentin are linked with how bad that relationship was at the start and how toxic it became.

With Quentin very much shutting the book on them, it gives me chills with where her character can go. What I see come to her. Connection not related to Quentin. Like previously hinted at when talking about her independence, Q was her connection not her crutch. Which is maybe the one thing that their ship has above the others to me in a positive point separate some of the other main ships in the show, even platonic friendship ones and it has a negative impact on one if not both. Do they grow and become better somehow to sometimes, depends on the ships and situation sure. But you take those to and they get better apart. One of those main bad writing tropes that is all over Alice is that they never have her make a connection outside of Quentin. Even the moments she has with almost all the other characters is only happening because of Quentin indirectly or not. Now with Quentin and her at a close(thank god) she can hopefully start making other connection and those connections can help her grow like the others’ connections have helped them grow and change in both bad and GOOD ways.So she can finally get to a person she wants to be, again. Not the same person because that Alice is dead and gone and has been for a while. (Took you long enough to see and accept it, Coldwater.)

Hopefully Our Lady of the Tree or Underground send my hope to the writers.

#Quentin Coldwater #eliot waugh #queliot #alice quinn #penny adiyodi #margo hanson #coldwaughter #the magicians syfy #the magicians #peaches and plums motherfucker #proof of concept #julia wicker #escaping the happy place #day in the life

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writings-andstuff · 8 years ago

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Coincidences Part I (Bucky x Reader)

Okay, so this is me attempting at one of those “I texted you by accident and we ended up talking and I actually think you’re a pretty decent human being” tropes. I don’t know how it’s going to work out because this is the first time I’m doing something like this, but I dunno. Maybe it’ll be cool.

Anyways.

Without further ado: Happy Reading!

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Modern AU if that’s what its called)

Words: 4259

Warnings: I mean, swearing a little. But none other than that.

Excerpt: Blowing a sigh through your nose, you realize you probably should just leave it alone and not answer at all. Then again, you are slightly curious to at least find out who texted you. They obviously thought they were talking to someone else, so it couldn’t hurt to maybe steer them in a different direction. Maybe.

*After writing this first part, I have determined that this is going to have to be a multi-part fic. Yeah. This got away from me, but I’m gonna try to post the parts in succession.

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New Message from: Unknown

3:32 p.m hey u still wanna get that drink sometime?

You stare at your phone in confusion. What the hell? Last you could remember, you hadn’t given any stranger your phone number, and you certainly hadn’t agreed to any drinks.

Blowing a sigh through your nose, you realize you probably should just leave it alone and not answer at all. Then again, you are slightly curious to at least find out who texted you. They obviously thought they were talking to someone else, so it couldn’t hurt to maybe steer them in a different direction. Maybe.

You glance at the clock perched above the doorway to the kitchen. It’s after 3:30 so, technically, you aren’t due for a break for another half hour. The diner is pretty quiet, though, so maybe it won’t hurt to just slip out for a little bit.

The door to the kitchen creaks as you open it, throwing your apron up onto the hook and casting a frown at Nat, who is sitting on a stool, scrolling through her phone. Man, is she lucky that the manager had to take the day off. At the griddle toward the back, Wanda is humming as she flips a grilled cheese.

“I’m taking my break early,” you declare to your friends. Nat barely acknowledges you, nodding once and making you want to pull her phone from her hands and hide it from her. Ever since she’d begun dating Clint, she’d been stuck to her phone like glue to paper. You raise a solitary eyebrow.

Wanda turns from her grilled cheese and leans against the counter. “It’s early.”

You nod. “I know, but it’s dead out there.”

“Pete?”

You smile. “Of course.”

Peter Parker had been coming into the diner a few days a week after school to do his homework and pick up dinner for his aunt after his uncle died. It happened so often, that the manager actually offered him a job, but he declined, saying that he already had one and that he didn’t want to spend any more time away from his Aunt May than he already did.

Wanda turns back to the griddle and pulls the grilled cheese from it with her spatula. She sticks the grilled cheese in a foam container and closes it.

“Is that for him?” you ask. Wanda simply nods, walking over to the desert display and cutting a piece of cheesecake off, putting it in another, smaller container, and putting both in a bag.

“You never saw me do that,” she warns you, as she walks toward the door to the kitchen, bag in hand. There’s a challenge in her tone that you’re definitely not going to indulge.

You look around the room with a thoughtful expression on your face, before landing back on her with a questioning tilt of the head and knit brows. “I never saw you do what?”

She grins at you and pushes through the door with her back, turning expertly just as the door is about to open fully, and holding it with her elbow as she walks out.

When you turn back, Nat’s finally looking up and away from her phone.

“Look who decided to join us,” you joke, walking forward toward the back exit.

“She’s a softie,” Nat says, looking through the window at Wanda, who is handing a grinning Pete the bag with a finger to her lips. “She knows she’s going to have to pay for that, right?”

You shrug. “The kid’s been through a lot, and everyone loves cheesecake.”

“Not me,” Nat says, looking up at you where you stand to her right.

“You’re weird,” you shrug a single shoulder. “I’ll be back.”

You make it about halfway down the hall before Nat calls out for you again. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

You don’t answer. Nat wouldn’t answer a strange text message. Nat wouldn’t even acknowledge said text message. Maybe you shouldn’t either. But the curiosity is killing you. Forget the cat, it has nine lives. You don’t, and if you don’t find out who this is, you’re going to die. Definitely.

It’s obviously not going to be anyone you know, because the number is unknown, and part of you knows that. The irrational part of you is winning out, though, and you can’t help it. Don’t want to.

It takes another ten minutes of contemplation, of writing and re-writing a text, to actually get to the point where you say, “Fuck it,” and send it off.

3:48 p.m Uh. who is this

Damn, you forgot a question mark. Should you send one? No, double texting is weird. Then again—

Your phone buzzes in your hand and you frown down at it. The sun is too bright right now and your phone screen looks more like a mirror than an open message. You cup your hand above your eyes, against your eyebrows, to block the sun and squint at the screen until you’re sure you can possibly make out the words in the little gray bubble on the screen.

3:49 p.m its james

You suck in a breath. James. You definitely don’t know a James. Does he think you know him? Probably, or he wouldn’t be asking about getting that drink. Obviously, it was an aforementioned thing, but not with you.

Another few minutes of quiet contemplation in which you figure out what you should say, landing on something neutral and truthful.

3:54 p.m I don’t know any James’

Shit. Is he gonna know that the apostrophe means that you don’t know any people named James, plural? What if he thinks it’s a typo? That’s two typos in a row—

Your phone buzzes again and you narrow your eyes at his response.

3:55 p.m we met at that cafe a few weeks ago and you gave me your number

Nope, never happened. And you’re going to tell him so.

3:57 p.m i think i’d remember if i met someone in a cafe and gave them my number. Any chance you got a false one?

The response is immediate and arrogant.

3:57 p.m no chance

For a moment, you’re not sure what to say to that. Should you call him out on his arrogance? Should you just stop talking to him altogether? Should you keep trying to convince him that you definitely never met him in some weird cafe?

The last one sounds best, but it is a stranger—you’ll never meet him—and you really wanna call him on his shit.

3:59 p.m big talk for a guy who most definitely got a fake number

This time, the response takes a few minutes, as if he’s had to read it a few times and then formulate a response. You smile to yourself, convinced you won that one and then confused because when did this turn into a competition? You never get to call people out like that because you’re always too scared of the repercussions, so you usually just keep your mouth shut. But a stranger through a phone is different waters altogether.

4:04 p.m so…ur not dot?

It took him five minutes to say that?

4:04 p.m no

4:05 p.m then…who r u?

Should you do it? Should you tell him your name? Based on the area code, he lives around you, which is weirdly coincidental. There’s always a chance this is a scam or something, but he does seem pretty confused. It took him five minutes to figure out he’d been duped and you were telling the truth, so….

There’s also always the off chance that he’s been in the diner and has seen you.

Then again, he might never see you or meet you. It’s Brooklyn. A pretty big place to just randomly run into a person you accidentally texted. Still, you don’t want to give him your real name. You do what any sane person would do: you give him your middle name.

4:08 p.m Y/M/N

4:09 p.m oh thank god

You frown.

4:09 p.m ?

4:10 p.m u r a girl, right?

4:10 p.m i kno you didn’t just assume my gender

Fuck, the w is missing from know. Oh well. This one must have him stumped again, because his response doesn’t come for long enough that you think he’s busy or something, until it comes in.

4:16 p.m uh, no?

4:17 p.m Relax. I am. And you’re a guy, I presume?

4:18 p.m look whos assuming now

You’re slightly offended that your joke just backfired so badly. You inwardly cringe and look back down at your phone, breath ghosting over the screen in the frigid air. Damn, you forgot your coat inside. Wiping the condensation off the screen from your frozen breath, you quickly type back.

4:20 p.m Certainly not me. I’m presuming. Different. Also, what girl has the name James?

4:20 p.m Jamie

4:21 p.m different

4:21 p.m touche. im a dude

You’re indifferent about the answer, but you realize why he was a little freaked out at the possibility of you being a guy: the first thing he’d texted you had been asking you out for drinks. Then again, now you were assuming sexuality. But he had thought he’d been asking out someone named Dot, and that seems like a pretty feminine name.

Ugh. Your head hurts.

You sigh, unsure of what to say next. Turns out, you don’t have to think about it too much because he texts you a moment later. A double text.

4:23 p.m sorry if this is wierd. yknow. txting a stranger

You’re smiling, and at first you’re not sure why, until you realize it’s because he’s misspelled weird. As much as you don’t want to be annoying, you can’t let it go.

4:23 p.m weird*

4:24 p.m ohhh we have a grammar nazi

4:24 p.m i don’t know what you’re talking about

4:25 p.m you just corrected me

4:25 p.m totally didn’t. I was echoing you

4:26 p.m what about the *

4:26 p.m autocorrect

4:27 p.m mhmm sure and I was born in 1917

4:28 p.m man you’re old

4:29 p.m srryy duno wht u sid cant see thu my catarcs

It’s at this point that you’re covering your mouth with a freezing hand, laughing your ass off. This James, whoever he is, is hilarious. You grin at the screen as you type your answer, before noting the time. You’ve got to get back to work. At this point, you have been talking to James for almost an hour, give or take ten minutes or so.

You have to admit, your break flew by faster than any of your breaks ever had.

4:30 p.m alright mr. cat arcs. I have to get back to work. it was strangely fun talking to you

4:31 p.m wats tht deery

Just to piss him off:

4:31 p.m dearie*

4:31 p.m oH its on, grammar nazi

4:32 p.m look who’s suddenly been cured of his cataracts*

The next text isn’t a message but a picture—a screenshot to be precise. He’s saved your number to his phone with the contact name Gramar Nazi. You laugh, but there’s a strange, excited feeling in your chest that makes you grin stupidly.

He’s saved your number to his phone. Does this mean he’s going to text you again? Does he want to? If you’re being honest, you want him to.

Still grinning like an idiot, hands numb from the cold, you save his number to your contacts as Mr. Catarcs and take a screenshot of it.

4:34 p.m grammar*

Then you send him the screenshot of his contact.

4:35 p.m lol see u later grammar nazi

The door behind you swings open and Nat’s standing there, frown on her face. You let your phone drop to your side as she knits her brows at you.

“You forgot your coat,” she says, as if that isn’t obvious enough. “Also, your half hour break was up half an hour ago. The dinner rush is going to start soon.”

You nod. “Yeah, I know. I’ll be in in a sec.”

Her frown deepens, if that’s even possible, and she tilts her head at the phone in your hand, still open to the message between you and James. She nods at it.

“Who’re you talking to?”

“No one.”

She eyes you suspiciously but doesn’t say anything, opting to prop the door open with the wooden wedge. You totally forgot to put that in when you came out here. It’s a good thing Nat came to get you or you’d have to walk all the way around to the front.

Finally, Nat retreats back into the relative warmth of the diner.

You shoot a really quick text back to James before entering the establishment:

4:38 p.m later cat arcs

4:38 p.m wah

You laugh, but don’t respond as you walk down the back hall toward the kitchen. What are you getting yourself into? Who knows, but he’s funny, and everyone knows you need a little more funny in your life. So you push your phone into your back pocket and pull your apron over your head, trying to rid your mind of James and failing miserably.

When you finally get home after switching out with the graveyard shift, you’re exhausted and ready to just fall into bed.

Instead, you peel off your clothes—which smell unpleasantly of french fry grease and coffee—and shower away the diner stink. It’s while you’re getting yourself dressed again that you remember James. You’d been so busy that he’d been pushed to the back of your mind during the dinner rush and hadn’t re-appeared since. Until now.

You sigh and pull on a pair of leggings and a T-shirt before checking the clock. 8:08 p.m. Perfect.

You grab the only other key on the key rack in the kitchen and exit your apartment, locking the door and walking a few steps down the hall to the apartment next door.

Unlocking the door, you don’t even check to see if he’s home and opt instead to collapse onto his couch. Sure enough, you hear a deep voice down the hall talking on the phone. He doesn’t even know you’re here.

You met Steve Rogers—what was it?—two years ago? Probably somewhere around there. The two of you were just out of college and just beginning to live on your own. Steve, who had moved in a few weeks before you, had helped you unpack almost all of your boxes. You’d gone on to learn that he was an art major starting his own studio and that he had lived in Brooklyn his whole life. After finishing college, he’d decided to move out into an apartment not too far from his childhood home.

You couldn’t say the same thing. You’d lived your whole life in Manhattan, with its annoying cabs and its bright lights. Miss it desperately.

It takes Steve at least five more minutes to come out into the main living room, still on the phone.

“—g deal.” A pause. He makes his way into the kitchen, barefoot and wearing sweats. He still hasn’t seen you. “I’m sure it’s not, Buck. You’re overreacting.” Another pause. Now that he’s in the kitchen, he’s facing the counter, which faces the couch.

His eyes widen when he finally sets eyes on you and he frowns, mouthing, “What’re you doing here?”

You shrug and mouth back, “Bored.”

He smiles and waits for Bucky to finish talking to him over the phone. “Y/N’s here.” Pause. “Yeah.” Pause. He pulls the phone away from his cheek for a moment to address you. “Bucky wants to know if you enjoy breaking and entering.” Of course he knows you’ve just waltzed in unannounced; you’ve done it before.

You scoff and hold a hand to your chest in mock offense. “I’m offended! It’s not breaking and entering if I have a key,” you say holding up said shiny item. It glints in the poor lighting of the apartment.

Steve repeats what you said back to Bucky, who says something else. “No, I’m not—” a deep sigh. “Fine.” He looks at you again. “Bucky wants to know what you’d do if I was ‘with someone’?”

You raise your eyebrows. “Like Peggy?”

Steve blushes almost imperceptibly, but you catch it, and he nods once.

You shrug. “Leave.”

“Leave,” Steve parrots to Bucky, who must say something on the other line that Steve doesn’t like, because he shakes his head vigorously, despite the fact that Bucky can’t see him. “You’re gross, Buck.”

You tilt your head.

“Bucky wants to—”

Groaning, you pull yourself up from the couch, walk into the kitchen, and pluck the phone from Steve without giving him a chance to protest.

The line crackles for a moment, as if Bucky has been driving and has just gone under a tunnel, but it clears up in another moment, and you breathe into the receiver.

“That was annoying,” you say. “What does Bucky wanna tell me?”

Bucky laughs. “Bucky would like to know if you enjoy stealing his best friend.”

You look up at a very worried Steve. “He’s my best friend too.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, Steve smiles at you and turns to put a filter in the coffee machine. You grab the coffee from the cupboard and hand it to Steve as Bucky replies.

“I knew him first,” is his retort.

“First is the worst,” you rebut, grabbing a few mugs from the drying board and retreating to the couch again. “Second is the best.”

“You can’t hear it,” Bucky replies, his voice higher than usual in the phone. Everyone, you think, sounds higher-pitched in the phone. It’s gotta be some sorta known fact or something. A scientific fact. Gotta be. “—but I’m sticking my tongue out at you.”

You poke your tongue out from between your lips and are extremely grateful that Steve has his back to you to prepare the coffee. “Me too.”

“Are you two done?” Steve says in the background as you stand again and sit on one of the stools on the other side of the counter.

“What’s he want?” Bucky asks.

“Wants to know if we’re done talking,” you repeat. “Think he misses his hubby.”

On the other end of the line, Bucky cracks up, laughing so loud that someone yells something—toward him, you guess—that you can’t make out. Bucky clears his throat and whispers, “Bye, Y/N. Gimme back my man.”

You laugh as Steve sets a cup of coffee in front of you, made just the way you like it. “Bye, Buck. See you later.”

Handing over the phone, you blow on the surface of your coffee, watching as Steve takes the phone, slotting it between his shoulder and ear, and gingerly brings his coffee over to the counter you’re sitting at. “Yeah,” he says to Bucky. “Yeah, I know. I’ll get on it, promise.” Break. “See you tomorrow. Night, Buck.”

A few seconds later, he hangs up the phone and turns his attention toward you. “You have work tomorrow?”

He’s talking about your other job, the one you went to college for: editing. You work at a low-budget publishing company and you spend all day reading over articles on topics you couldn’t care less about for grammatical mistakes. It’s your job during the week, but because it’s low-budget, you also work at the diner. Graveyard shift Tuesdays and Thursdays, regular shift Saturdays and Sundays.

Mondays are your days off of everything, and today is Sunday.

“Yeah,” you agree. “I took off Friday, so I figured I’d make it up by working tomorrow.”

Steve sips his coffee and then gives you an apologetic look. “At least it’ll be worth it.”

“Yeah,” you scoff. “Go out clubbing with you, Peggy, Bucky, Sam, and Wanda. Cause I’m really a club-going type of person.”

Steve’s sympathetic look makes you feel sort of bad for snapping. “I know. I’d rather be home painting or something, but Peggy and Bucky think it’s a good idea, and Sam was all for it, so.” He takes another sip of his coffee. You haven’t touched yours yet. Too hot. “You said Wanda’s coming? Guess Nat and Clint are—”

“Going out,” you nod, finishing for him. “And Bruce and Stark?”

“Some science thing down at the plant,” he sums up and you shake your head.

“Geeks,” you scoff.

“Geeks,” Steve agrees with a nod.

You end up talking to Steve for another hour before leaving. When you get back to your apartment, you hang the keys on their respective hooks in the kitchen and grab your phone from the counter before making your way to your room.

You undress and get into your pj’s before getting into bed and lying on your side, clicking your phone open.

There are four notifications waiting for you when you open it. The oldest is a Snap from Nat: 8:12 p.m. The next one is a message from Wanda, the preview reading something about the time for Friday: 8:31 p.m. Third is a message from your mom asking how work was and if you want her to drop off pasta for you tomorrow night: 8:54 p.m. The last one is—

New Message from Mr. Catarcs at 9:18 p.m.

Against your better judgement, you open that one first.

9:18 p.m i was wondering why u were so familiar and i figured out that it’s cuz u remind me of this girl i kno

10:03 p.m oh?

You open your other messages while you wait for an answer from him. Nat’s Snap is a pic of the sign outside of the diner—the chalkboard one—before she took it in, with the specials written in the manager’s handwriting. It’s colorful as hell and sports the worst drawing of a chicken you’ve ever seen sitting right next to the words Chicken Marsala. How had you missed that earlier?

You giggle and send one back, covering the camera with your thumb and writing ‘Wow’ in the black screen with red ink and some of those a-okay hand emojis.

Still no answer from James. It is now 10:06.

You tell your mother that you would love some pasta for tomorrow night, and ask her if she could send over a little more than usual so you could share it with Steve since he loves her cooking so much.

Still no answer.

It’s while you’re in the middle of telling Wanda that you’re going to pick her up around 7 on Friday night that your phone buzzes with a new message from James. You quickly send off the message to Wanda and click on the message from Mr. Catarcs at the top of your screen.

10:12 p.m yeh uve got the same attitude as her

10:13 p.m that a good thing?

10:15 p.m depends

10:15 p.m on?

10:15 p.m what ur like in person

You’re not sure what to do with that, so you let it sit for a little while before answering.

10:18 p.m guess you’ll have to get to know me better before that happens. need to make sure you’re not a serial killer or something

10:19 p.m im not a serial killer. r u?

10:20 p.m not as far as I know

10:21 p.m as far as uknow? what? u got smth to tell me

10:22 p.m definitely not

10:23 p.m unconvinced ur gonna have to try harder

You laugh.

10:24 p.m nah its fun to think about you wondering if i’m a jeffrey dahmer wannabe

10:25 p.m im scared

10:25 p.m certainly you’re not scared of lil ol’ me

10:26 p.m certainly not

10:27 p.m i can feel the sarcasm all the way over here

There are a few minutes of radio silence during which you think that you haven’t had a conversation this entertaining in a long time. It’s fun talking to James, and it makes you both slightly nervous and very excited to see what happens. It’s that edge-of-your-seat, staying-up-even-though-you’re-exhausted-to-answer-a-text feeling. It feels like high school. You grin down at your black phone screen and wait for it to buzz. A few seconds later, it does, with an incoming text from Mr. Catarcs.

10:31 p.m its fun talking to u grammar nazi

10:31 p.m you too, mr. catarcs

10:32 p.m im gunna get u to use txt lingo

10:32 p.m yeah right. good luck

10:33 p.m just wait. ill do it. dont need luck. ive got skill

10:33 p.m LOL. i repeat: good luck

10:33 p.m mad skillz

10:34 p.m good night catarcs

10:35 p.m u forgot a comma

10:35 p.m you*

10:36 p.m just u wait. imma do it. gnight grammar nazi

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