bro im deadass 👊❗️❗️hungry 🍿🍧🎂🍩 right now 🌶🌶 ya pizza 🍕🍕 wat u want??? 👨 lemme get uhh 🅱ONELESS PIZZA 🍕🍕 wit a 2⃣liter of coke 🍾🍾 FUCK 🗣 KIND OF PIZZA 🍕🍕 AND ✊ 2⃣liter machine 🅱roke 🖐 but we got 1⃣liter doe ❗️❗️ FUCK YOU MEAN 🤔🅱 IGHT LOOK 👀 LEMME GET DAT 👊🍕🍕 🅱ONELESS ??? uhhh ??? 🍕🍕🍕 dont got bones on em 🖐 ❌❌ 🙏 the FUCK 🤔 did i just 🗣🗣🗣 say then ??? U SAID 🗣🗣 LEMME GET IT 🅱ONELESS 👨🍳👨🍳 LI PIZZA GOTTA DAMN 🅱ONE IN IT 😤😤 yaii got bones 💀 in ya shit then 😩😩👊 NAH 😒 whats the problem ??? ☣☣😋 DICKHEAD 🍆🍆 name 1⃣ pizza 🍕🍕 dat got 🅱ONE in it 😒 JUST DONT 🙅🙅 PUT THOSE SHITS ✊ IN MY PIZZA 🅱RUH ❗️❗️❗️ how many times ⌚️⌚️ do i have to say it 🗣🗣 🅱RUH just explain 🗣🗣 to me how tHE FUCK 🙋🙋 pizza 🍕🍕 can be 🅱ONELESS ❗️❗️❗️ if it dont got 🅱ONE in it 🙋 ISS 🅱ONELESS 👊 son 👦 wat school you go 🏃🏃 to DAWG ⁉️ i dont understand the 😩 problem 😒✊ just make my shit ☣🅱ONELESS DEADASS ☣🍆 im deadass ❌ not making this pizza 🍕🍕 🅱
puts a hand to his forehead. It does feel a little hot, not like scorching hot,
but definitely enough to make him aware of it. He blows out a breath and looks
back down to his renaissance book. He’s really thirsty and his mouth is dry,
but he doesn’t want to get up right now.
nudges him with his elbow. “You okay?” he asks.
Philip says, trying to focus on the art in his book.
gonna be fine,” Lukas says, rubbing Philip’s shoulder. “You know it all really
well now. And we even did that extra credit assignment.”
clubs: italian opera enthusiasts, french film club, part-time model when the fashion majors need him
someone call a doctor because jun is out here on campus breaking HEARTS
as in he’s the most flirty, handsome, witty, “campus casanova” eVER
from the fact that he’s studying italian and french because quote on quote; “i wanna to speak the language or romance” to the fact that he refers to anyone he’s speaking to as his ”tesoro” *darling
also like have you seen him?? double language major jun walking around in expensive foreign brands……..aesthetic to the MAX…..jawline for days……one time during a track meet he took his shirt off because it was too hot and everyone discovered that he has a tattoo in italian on his ribs and when asked what it said he just smirked and said “Ho saziato la mia sete alla fontana dei tuoi baci…….” some one translated it and it meant “I quenched my thirst at your fountain of kisses.” and literALLY JUN WOULD
wants to translate operas and plays and things like that when he’s older so that’s why he has the translation minor. he tutors in italian and people who don’t even take italian as their language will BEG him to teach them and when he’s in the library his table is literally just surrounded by students asking question
freshmen love coming up to him and asking him to speak to them in french or italian and like they’ll giggle and videotape it and long story short jun has a campus blog dedicated to him probably
studied abroad in france and bought a neck scarf that he loves dearly and wears whenever he’s going out and roommate minghao is like “what. is that.” and jun is like “FASHION.”
so here you are in this. intermediate italian class because your schedule got messed up because university sucks and you already told admissions but they were like we need a week to fix it so you’re stuck taking ITALIAN for the time being
and like you come in and some overly excited student tries to greet you and you’re just like “buddy. the language i signed up for was beginner chinese. not this.” and the kid gives you a sad look and you’re like yEAH i KNOW
and just as you’re about to take a seat someone taps your shoulder and you turn around and you’re not sure but you think you’ve just come face to face with a real life Angel (it’s jun)
the boy smiles and he’s like “are you new to the italian major?” and you’re like “i………….i……………………i…………….um……………….si?”
the kid you just told you were in the wrong classroom: ???????
but like you sit down and he’s like….right there in the next seat and he like flips through his notebook and god his fingers are long and he’s so lithe??? and gorgeous, his side profile is like an actors or models
and ok you’re totally drooling but so is everyone else. like half the class is shooting darts at you w/their eyes because you GOT A SEAT BESIDE A GOD
finally the teacher comes in and thank god she’s like “we’ll just do introduction today in english!!” and she’s like “say your name. major. and the best italian food in your opinion!” and so like it goes around and it gets to the boy beside you and he’s like
“im junhui!! jun for short please. my double majors italian and french. best italian food? pizza.”
and in your head you’re like: HOLD UP
and the teacher turns to you and you say your name and major but you’re like “the best italian food is pasta. everyone knows that.”
jun like looks at you and scrunches up his face and is like “it’s pizza.” and you’re like “UM CAN YOU TWIRL PIZZA AROUND ON A FORK??? NO” and jun’s like “CAN YOU EAT PASTA WITH YOUR HANDs???” and you’re like bOY I WOULD IF IT WAS SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE and Jun’s like WELL WITH PIZZA YOU CAN
and honestly you two get up out of your seats to argue about this and the teacher is just like um
but now your onto what kind of toppings and sauces are better on pasta or pizza and you’re like first of all. pizza isn’t even historically italian you can trace it back to the middle east??? and jun is like you can trace flatbread. real pizza comes from naples-
and you two just stand there going @ it about the history of pizza for like twenty minutes before the teacher is like SIT DOWN
and you’re like “you may look good but you don’t know what you’re talking about.” and jun snorts like “i do look good and i do know what im talking about.” and you’re like “WELL Obviously you’ve never had REAL GOOD pasta in your life if you say pizza is better.” and jun’s like “what constitutes ‘real good pasta’ for you??” and you’re like this place downtown is owned by an italian family and it’s the best ill give you the address so you can go and SEE THE LIGHT
and jun’s like FINE then ill make you see the light with my favorite pizza place
you two are still bickering and the teacher is like “YOU TWO CAN TALK ABOUT PLACES TO EAT FOR YOUR DATE LATER!!!! SILENZO”
you and jun slip into your seats grumbling but you’re also like ,,,,did the teacher say date,,,,,,,,,,i wouldnt,,,,,,i mean he’s hot but,,,,,,,,pizza > pasta,,,,,,no
and jun, you don’t notice, but he likes peeks over at you and grins because like usually he’ll say something and everyone will flock to him and be like yes!!! you’re right!!! even when he knows they’re differing in opinion but you just seriously argued with him over food and like ….
he thought you were cute doing it hehe
anyway class ends and you’re getting your things and jun clears his throat and you’re like ??? and he’s like “so the pizza place is pretty close by here. do you want to come with me?” and you’re like
“now??” and he’s like “yeah??” and you’re like “um id love to go and disprove you but i have another class so……” and you wave and throw your bag over your shoulder and leave
and jun’s like stunned because you legit just shot him down (for good reason but…….) and he grins and he’s like “there’s something about that one. they’re fun.”
and the next time you have to come in for italian because admissions is taking 29048 years to switch your schedule jun waves and like points to the seat beside him
you like awkwardly go over and he’s like “so, you free after class?” and you’re like ?? and he’s like “i still gotta take you out for pizza.” and you’re like oH right and jun’s like wigging his eyebrows and you shrug because you’re like “maybe. i kinda wanted to get some study time in. ive got this presentation in a week so i cant slack.”
and like at the end when it’s over juns like “so lets go!!” and you’re like “sorry i really do need to study, my group chat is like telling me i have to go!! sorry!!!”
and jun once again watches you leave but he’s not mad tbh he’s grinning even more because he was right, this is going to be fun
and like when you don’t show up to italian the next week because your schedule got fixed jun ends up asking around the whole campus to find out where you might be
and like he finds you outside the study hall one day and he’s like “hey!” and you’re like “jun????” and he’s like “you’re hard to find, had me running around the whole campus.” and you’re like “why are you looking for me??” and he’s like “pizza, remember?”
and you’re looking at him like seriously, you’re not over that?? and jun’s smiling at you and you’re like “i dont have time now-” and jun’s like “give me your phone. im going to give you my number and just text me when you do - ok?”
and you hesitate but you pass your phone over and he puts his contact in and gives it back and you almost throw it at him because hE SERIOUSLY NAMED HIMSELF “Pizza King *crown emoji* *pizza emoji*” and he winks at you and is like “addio~~”
truthfully like you get to wrapped up in your own work that like a month passes and you don’t text jun until one day you like look at your contacts and see the dumb pizza king one and you’re like ………….i have this weekend off so…………..and so you nervously text him like “hey, im free tomorrow at 1?”
like ten seconds later: “really? can you meet me outside of the theater on campus?”
and you’re like oh my god but you’re like sure!! and that’s how you set up your first date (of many coughs) with wen junhui
but it’s hilarious you get to the theater at like 12:50 the next day and you can hear music inside and one of the students tells you that the fashion majors are doing like a practice show
and you’re like huh and then at 1 you see someone running toward you and it’s jun and he’s wearing ?? like ??? a full tux ??? and like has makeup on ?? and you’re like UM and he’s like
“sorry i was just helping the fashion kids out. sorry i look like this-” but then he stops because he sees how you keep looking down because like the buttoned up part of his tux and tie are undone and you’re kinda red in the face and jun bites his lip and he’s like “you know. ill borrow this clothes for our date.” and you’re like AHGIKFS NO PLEASE CHANGE
and you like push him back toward the theater like !! go put on some normal clothes !!!! and he’s laughing because aww you’re cute when you’re embarrassed
he finally agrees to change and comes out looking AMAZING anyway and he’s like “the place is close to campus, don’t worry.” and you two walk there and jun orders you guys his favorite kind of pizza
and like you’re waiting and you’re like “why are you studying languages?” and jun like drinks some water and is like “because im not good at anything else.” and you’re like ??? what do you mean and he lets out kind of a bitter laugh and he’s like “people always tell me there’s not much beyond my looks and they’re right. language is all memorization, you don’t need skill.”
and you can feel his voice is dripping with like sarcasm and you kind of cringe because as confident as he comes off, is this really what he thinks of himself????
and you’re like “you must be crazy, language is the hardest major. you’re learning something you don’t even have basic knowledge of.” and jun’s like what do you mean and you’re like “bio majors know the difference between something alive and dead. it’s common sense. literature majors know whats a real word and whats not, what sentence sounds right and what doesn’t. every major has a platform to start on except foreign languages. double majoring in two is something only a real genius could pull off.”
and like you shrug because you feel like you’ve said to much and like you try to distract yourself when the pizza comes but jun watches you and he’s just like “i knew it. i knew it was you.” and you’re like ??? and he just shakes his head and eats his slice
the rest of your conversation is like cute and small jun flirts in between asking you questions and you mock him in between answering them but somehow you two like fit together the conversation never dies
and by the end you’re like “i have to admit, this is good pizza - but…………pasta owns my heart.”
and jun sighs and he’s like “fine, ill give up on pizza owning your heart but how about this’; me or pasta?”
and he like leans over to look you in the eyes and you’re like …………..”pasta duh” and he’s like DAMMIT
but you both laugh and he walks you back to your dorm and he’s like “since i took you for some life changing pizza, you owe me life changing pasta.” and you’re like “of course, how about next week?”
and jun jumps at the offer like yes. anytime for you. anytime anyplace and you roll your eyes because like as much as you don’t want to admit you like jun. but you cant risk letting him now that because something itches at your mind that he’s probably not the committed type
and so you and jun say goodbye and he pulls you back to him when you turn to leave and he’s like “we have to say bye like the italians do.” and he kisses your cheek and grins softly before waving and walking off
and you’re like I hate his corny butt BUT DO YOU DO YOU…….
the next week you and jun meet up to go to the pasta place you wanted to show him and like on your way there you’re waiting for the train and you hear like a group of boys go bye snickering and pointing at jun and you hear one of them basically call jun a slur and another one says he’s good for nothing but how he looks and like it’s within earshot so it means jun can hear too and so you like
immediately take his hand and move him further away down the platform and he’s like “dont worry about me.” but you’re like “jun, is that why you were telling me you’re not good at anything? is it because of what people say?”
and he just looks down and tries to smile but you can see it’s hard for him and you’re like “jun, you know theyre just jealous right. that they cant shine confidence like you and that they will never be as smart and capable and kind like you. you know that right?”
and you like lift his face so he looks directly at you and he’s like “no one…..no one ever tells me that im doing the right thing. that im doing well-” and you’re like “jun, listen to me, you’re doing amazing. you’re handsome, yeah but you’re a sweet person and you’re incredibly intelligent. don’t take a word they say into consideration ok?”
and he chuckles but he nods and you let him go but he pulls you into a tight hug and you’re like jun!!! people can see!!! and he’s like with his head in your neck like let them see i dont care,,,,,
once you get to the pasta place you order your favorite dish and like you guys are eating and jun’s like “let’s do the pasta kiss.” and you’re like “jun. no.” and he’s like “………c’mon…….” and you’re like jUN NO and he’s already twirling one end of the pasta on his fork and you’re like aklhfw OK
and it’s cute it’s like the scene from lady and the tramp except you bite off the noodle before jun can and he’s like hey!! and you’re laughing but the second you’re distracted he leans in and steals a kiss and you’re like j U N and he’s like “you wouldn’t do the pasta kiss with me SOOOO”
and jun admits at the end that the pasta might be slightly better than the pizza but only because there was a kiss involved and you’re like god you’re so greasy and he’s like “just like pizza (;”
everyone knows you and jun started dating because the night of the pasta date he made you two take a selfie outside the resturant and when you woke up it was all over SNS and your roommate was practically yelling in your ear like YOURE DATING WEN JUNHUI PRINCE OF TRACK TEAM ITALIAN SPEAKING HEARTTHROB
and you roll over like let Me sLEEp but yes im dating him
you dont have many classes with him but you meet up inbetween and his friends minghao and hoshi are like “break up with jun. you think he’s a flirt before you dated him, now it’s just gonna be worse.” and you’re like looking at jun whose got his arm around you and keeps making hearts with his fingers and you’re like “yeah……..i know what i signed up for.”
you complimented hoshi’s shirt once and jun was like “should i buy one just like it?” and you’re like oh my god chill
jun likes it when he’s kissing you and complimenting you in italian and you’re like giggling but you’re like !! what are you saying what does it mean!!! and he’s just kissing your neck calling you cute things and saying sweet nothings and he just likes seeing you get all red
took you to french film club with him and you were like “jun, this movie doesn’t have subtitles?” and he’s like ‘don’t worry ill live translate” but all he kept saying was how cute you looked and how much he loved you against your ear the entire movie (the head of the club kicked you guys out 15 min in)
he likes having you sit like between his legs with your back to his chest especially if you guys are like chilling somewhere with friends or like at your dorm like you’ll be typing on your laptop and he’ll be like sitting against the wall on your bed and he’s like “sit in my lap” and you’re like “jun” and he’s like “please, it’s sad if we’re in the same room and im not like holding you.”
jun the type to triple text you good mornings + send a selfie of himself like “look at me. your beautiful boyfriend. you’re so lucky!” LOL
jun talks about you so much and like even fore a class he was supposed to recite something in italian only and he recited all the reason he liked you and the teacher was like jesus christ
you spend a week trying to learn a phrase in italian for jun and it’s something like “you’re very special to me.” and when you tell it to him he throws his arms around you and is just like im so in love goD
you guys still argue over ordering pizza or pasta when you stay in and minghao, jun’s roommate always has to be the icebreaker or he’s like “you two are so loud just get BOTH”
jun kisses you in the middle of your sentences and it gets so bad you have to like cover his mouth while you’re saying something because it’s cute i love you jun but GIVE ME ONE SECOND TO BREATH
makes out with you against walls and you get shy because like he leaves you breathless and it’ll be like against the wall of the library and freshman walk by and giggle and you’re like ahsdgikw with your face in his chest and he just laughs and fixes your hair
you go to his track meets and jun wears like a headband in his hair and he looks sooooo good in the uniform and like he always teases you by sending kisses to you from the field and you’re like sTOP but he wont
you like pass him water from the bleachers and kiss his forehead and jun is like “if i win- we’re getting pizza the next time you come over.” and you like push him away playfully and he grabs your hand and kisses the top of it and idk it’s cute yall are cute
jun in italian: you look good
you: i cant understand you
jun: love is a universal language
you: im gonna smack you with this book
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So as a joke i snap chatted jason manns saying i was coming straight from work did he want pizza and he said yes please. So i take a a couple pizzas but he’s in sound check so i had to give to someone from creation who is drilling me about it like I’m smuggling in a bomb or something.
He hits me up saying sorry and he wanted to come get it to say thank you and he will try and find me after.
So it’s after he isn’t responding so i make it all the way to my car and he’s like where are you! So i go back and he gives me terrible directions and no-one from creation believes I’m supposed to be there so i go back to the stage and tell him to find me.
Norton is off to the side and i am staring a little bit and he sees me and says my name and calls me over. Take selfies but my phone won’t load the camera so I’m just standing with his arm around me while he laughs at my frustration.
Manns comes out and says hi with obligatory small talk and billy comes up and calls me the pizza girl takes selfies with me and says was delicious and thanks.
We are all walking out together and then robs right in front of me so i ask for a pic and his handlers say no. He grins all mischievous and says he can do one better.
Ducks around the handlers and gives me a bear hug.
What is my life? I almost didn’t go. Best night ever. Also mike was there the whole time but i forgot to take a pic because i suck
“Mommy, mommy!” Alaina shouts from the middle of the soccer field. “Look!” My eyes shift away from Mr. Avery and land on my daughter, who’s pointing madly to a little girl next to her. “Julia’s on my team! I know her!”
Bucky confiding in Steve when he starts to get these weird feelings around you
The man hasn’t had a lovey-dovey relationship since the 40s and he’s fucking terrified each time his heart about leaps out of his chest when he’s near you
Natasha and Wanda cornering him and letting him know that if he breaks your heart, there will be hell to pay
Sam constantly teasing Bucky about his crush on you
Let’s face it, everyone would be teasing poor Buck about it
You being so confused when Tony stars asking you what you look for in a life partner and you just randomly blurt out “man buns”
Bucky walking around the corner with - wait for it - a man bun and backpedaling to go quickly tell Steve he puts his hair up in a bun all the time
After months and months of pining after you, he finally gets the damn courage to ask you out
He goes to Clint for help because Clint’s been in plenty of stable relationships and he doesn’t trust Steve with this because Steve would just be so happy for his best friend and then forget all about what Bucky came to him for
“Dude, just ask ‘em. Nothing has to be fancy about it. If you’re gonna propose, that’s a whole different area and you’ll want Times Square for that shit”
And Bucky does
And you say yes
Everyone can hear Bucky’s whooping throughout the entire tower before he realizes you hadn’t left the room
“oh my god he’s so cute and oh my god he asked me out and fuck, did I say yes? DID I REMEMBER TO SAY YES?”
Your first date is pizza and a walk through the park
He kept apologizing for such a shitty date but he couldn’t think straight because holy fuck you said yes
“We haven’t even gone anywhere yet, Buck”
“Nope and I’d like to. I think Tony’s close to giving us “the talk” and I would very much like to skip that”
You two get to the pizza parlor and opt for a back corner booth
Bucky’s fidgeting the entire time - he’s nervous as fuck and he is sweating like crazy
He also sees the way some of the other people are eyeing him
You reach over and grab his hand, sending him a soft smile
“Don’t focus on your surroundings for once, Bucky”
And he didn’t - he just kept staring at your beautiful smile and the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed and they’re so gorgeous
The walk through the park is so peaceful and the stars are shining so brightly and the moon is out in full
All he can think about is kissing you but that gentleman in him is screaming it’s too soon and -
Your face is right in front of his and you’re grinning at him
He can’t help himself and cups your face in his hands, bringing your lips to his, for once forgetting about his metal arm
“I was wondering when you’d do that”
After that, there isn’t a day that goes by when you two aren’t attached by the hip
He always has an arm around you; he likes to know that you’re still there
So much cuddling - like, so much
He’s such a good cuddler
He just holds you close and your hands are always intertwined
It took a while for him to open up enough for the two of you to sleep in the same bed
He was afraid you’d run at his screams and thrashing during his nightmares
But you didn’t - you’d coax him awake by peppering kisses all over his face, offering to talk about it when he finally woke up to your worried face
“You don’t - it’s not something you should know”
“All right, Buck. Just know I’m here when you’re ready, okay? I’m always here for you.”
He still doesn’t like letting you touch his arm, even though you assured him he could never hurt you
Sam and Tony love messing with him and would occasionally flirt with you just to see Bucky tick
They keep forgetting how bad of an idea that is
Tony received two broken fingers and a black eye
Sam could not find Redwing anywhere and discovered it, a broken mess, hanging outside the door to his room
You don’t think you ever saw Bucky grin so wildly before at Sam’s anguished screams
“What’s a graphics card, doll? Why do you need it? And what the hell is with all the damn acronyms?”
“Doll, I am not cutting my hair just so you can see what I looked like in the 40s. There are pictures everywhere!”
“But it’s not the same!”
You’re always worried about him when he goes out on solo missions and are constantly asking Steve and Maria for updates
Bucky always watching out for you when the two of you go on missions together
“On your right, darlin’”
“You might wanna duck, doll, that guy’s been staring at your ass and I’ve had just about enough of it”
“But we’re technically the enemy here; aren’t they supposed to be shooting at me?”
“You have a really nice ass and I am the only one allowed to stare”
You catch Bucky training one day and his metal arm is exposed and you’re just so transfixed
That night he doesn’t sleep with a sweatshirt on and he sits for a while as you come out of the bathroom
“Something wrong, Bucky?”
“I’m…do you want to…?”
And of course you want to touch his metal arm - you had been waiting until he finally felt comfortable enough with you and you can’t help the giant grin
You’re just so happy and so proud of how far he’s come with his past and you rush to him, tackling him in a hug
Then things turn serious and you’re holding his metal hand and you bring it to your lips, planting kisses to each finger before kissing a trail to his scars before you place your lips on his
“It makes me so happy that you not only trust me, but you trust your own control now, Buck. I love you”
He doesn’t know what to do at first; he’s so shocked to hear those three words from you and you see the tears brimming at the corner of his eyes
“I love you too, (Y/N)”
It’s the first night the two of you take things farther
Clothes are shed and lips are everywhere and his name is a mantra on your lips and shit he’s yours
He can’t get over the fact that this is real and it’s not some horrible dream he’d wake up from and as your nails rake down his back he breathes your name and - shit they’re mine
you’re lucky that you’re cute (park chanyeol x reader)
7 hours. You’ve been putting up with the shit noise these movers
have been making for 7 hours and you were so close to throwing your apartment
door open, grabbing your new neighbor’s neck (if there was more than one, you’d
make sure that you grabbed each one of their necks individually) and wring it
until they were able to sympathize with you and your hard life. With three
papers and a French oral due tomorrow, you were almost contemplating throwing
yourself infront of the movers’ truck, a clever plan that you had come up with
while sipping the coffee that Kyungsoo had made at dawn when he was helping you
with homework. This move would result in both your death and the movers ending
up behind bars. You blamed Kyungsoo and his coffee for this. You’d assumed the
boy was an angel, with his soft hair, smooth as Jongin’s ass voice (yes, you’d
felt it, no regrets there.) and heart shaped lips. But once, you’d actually got
him drunk enough to find out that he was planning on murdering someone, your
mind did a 180 and you were wishing you hadn’t met this one. You still loved
him dearly though (his homework and notes were the neatest.)
Talking about Jongin’s ass, this was something you enjoyed doing
often, infact, Jongin himself knew you did this often. Taemin(your noob friend,)
or who you’d call Minnie, often joined you in these heated discussions about
whether Jongin’s ass was just plain round or curved round(ya’ll still haven’t
reached a concrete conclusion on this one really, Jongin refused to help you
both confirm, unfortunately)
Neither Sehun nor Kris wanted to help you with your French, despite
having bribed them with bubble tea and chicken. This was probably due to the
fact that both of them were busy trying to ask out their crushes, Luhan and
Professor Suho respectively. Both of whom were everything but interesting. Luhan
and Sehun constantly hung out, drank bubble tea together and they’d probably
done everything there was to do in the “How to have a fun time with your bro”
book, except fucking each other. The book did infact have a chapter titled “What
to do incase feelings are developed for your bro”. Kris on the other hand, was
older than you by two years and was already doing his higher studies in a uni
somewhere far away from your college, constantly calling to ask how much Suho, your
French professor’s interests had changed in three days. It was as if Kris
expected Suho to wake up 14 hours after class and suddenly stop liking sushi
with extra wasabi. Kris took his date planning way too seriously.
11 hours and finally, peace prevails. Just as you were about to
bust out a sexy victory dance, the ring of the doorbell resonated through your
“So much for wanting to achieve academically great things.” You
muttered, postponing your victory dance for after you’d dealt with whomever it
was at the door. Hey, for all you know, it could be free pizza.
Turns out you were both right and wrong.
“Hey! I’m Park Chanyeol! I’m your new neighbor! I hope we can
get along together, I brought over some pizza and I’d like if you’d gave me
This one was cute, the cutest neighbor you’d had so far.
“Shut up. Shut your annoying mouth up…wait…did you just say ‘I
brought over some pizza?’ ”
“Yeah! I’m your new neighbor and I’d love it you’d give me some
“A damn annoying one at that. Is there any way to get you to
just give me the pizza and leave?”
“What will I eat for dinner?!!” he exclaimed, puppy eyes
“Okay, get in before I change my mind.”
After you’d introduced yourself and shown him around your shitty
apartment, you both sat at the couch while he spoke your ears off about how
cool it was that his parents let him get his own apartment and that he could
decorate it however he wanted to. You found out that he was majoring in music
and could play the drums, guitar and the piano. He loved composing his own
pieces and hearing other people’s opinions about his work. The only thing
helping you through all of this was the free pizza and the fact that Chanyeol
was basically just a puppy stuck in the body of a human being. He wore an
oversized grey sweater that hung off his already long limbs which were
currently shaking animatedly as he spoke about a ferret that he had had as a
pet when he was 5 years old. He smelled like mint and something along a woody
musk which you’d associate with a mix between spices and the wood of trees.
greasy pizza was putting you to sleep and Chanyeol’s deep voice wasn’t doing
anything to keep you awake as you simultaneously tried to wrestle some stray
dripping cheese into your mouth and punch some keys onto the bright screen which
contrasted the dark but warm room. Finally, as Chanyeol shoved a last bit of
pizza into his mouth, you sleepily brought yours to your mouth but failed as
the piece sailed down from your hands and your eyes finally closed, head
falling down with a soft jerk.
“And so when my mum asked me to show her what I was hiding
behind my back, I lied that it was just a stuffed toy and sh-“
Chanyeol’s palm shot out just in time for the piece of pizza to
fall onto it and he smiled. You were napping while sitting now, head jerking
down intermittently. He managed to put all of your stuff away and carry you all
the way to your bedroom.
Your house smelled like pizza cheese and the unmistakable smell
of Chanyeol. You woke up with his oversized grey sweater draped over you and
you instantly knew that this boy was a sweetheart who could be trusted with
anything. You spent the day rushing around college, submitting your papers and
getting that French test done. The day had gone too well, you should’ve been
expecting some shit to happen, you thought as you were tucked under several
blankets, an empty coffee cup lying on the table next to the bed.
Not even three seconds later,
“(y/n)! Heeelp mee!”
Holy shit that sounded really familiar. Throwing your warm
blankets off reluctantly, you rushed to the balcony, slid the glass door open
and peeked out into the dark.
“(y/n)! IS THAT YOU?! YOU’VE GOT TO HELP ME!! I’M SCARED! I
JUST HEARD SOMETHING AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO D-“
“Chan, calm the fuck down!”
“Okay. I’m calm. I most certainly am. Did you just call me Chan?
That’s really nice of you, I really like it, please keep calling me tha-“
“WOULD YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
“Explain what happened in twenty words or less. Anymore and I
will jump onto your balcony and will not hesitate to push you the fuck off the
“Scary ghost! Paranormal activity in Chanyeol’s house! (y/n) must help Chanyeol from ghost!”
You sighed, “Oh my god, Chanyeol. It’s 12 am and I need to get
to sleep, I thought someone broke into your fucking apartment.”
“Help Chanyeol!” he shouted, frowning, beckoning you over
with frantic waving of his huge hands and stomping of his feet.
“Gosh. I’m not coming over, you get your ass here if you want, you
can stay over if you’d like.”
“YES! I’d love to, I’m on my way!”
He came by a few minutes later, a huge quilt tucked under one arm
and more pizza in another.
“Why do you have to keep bringing over food? I can’t even say no
to your cute face and to top it, you get pizza! Why are you like this to me!?”
you wailed, grabbing the pizza box from his hand and stomping off into your
“Peace offering,” he grinned, puffing his squirrel cheeks up at
“Do you have college tomorrow?” He asked, settling himself onto
your couch yet again.
“Nah, I’m going out with Jongin.”
“Jongin? Your Boyfriend?” he frowned, thick eyebrows coming
“I can’t even imagine Jongin and I as friends. Please stop,” you
chuckled, handing him a cup of coffee that you’d made while he was settling
down at the couch. Correction, your couch.
“I just assumed you’d like coffee,” you said as he grinned and
accepted the big blue mug. You both sat in palpable silence, sipping hot coffee
and drawing in as much as warmth as you could before the missing coffee
withdrew the warmth from the cup.
“Let’s show each other pictures of our friends!” he grinned, breaking
the silence, placing the mug onto the table with a thud and snuggling back into
“Uhh okay, lemme grab my phone.”
On your way back, you didn’t forget to grab the sweater he left
with you yesterday.
“Here, you can have it back,” you said, holding it out to him as
you sat down next to him.
“You can have it! You aren’t dressed well enough for the cold
anyway!” he grinned, snuggling further into his quilt cocoon. You hesitated but
gratefully slipped your hands into the sweater, loving how soft it felt.
“As I thought, it looks good on you,” he smiled, his hand
popping from under the quilt with his phone in it. From the time you first set
your eyes on him, you’d never seen Chanyeol without a smile or the hints of one
on his face.
He spent the next few minutes showing you his friends. Lay, who was
very cute and sweet despite his “I deal with drugs” exterior and Baekhyun who
was his “Puppy partner in crime” as he explained. You inturn showed him the
members of your ‘noob’ group. Chanyeol said that he was surprised that you
weren’t one of their girlfriends yet for which you gave a loud laugh, if only
he knew that most of these noobs were looking for cute boyfriends to satisfy
their needs and that you would gladly be their ‘wingwoman’ no matter how many
guys they decided to fall for. You were just going to tell him about your sad
life as a wingwoman when you heard thumping.
More specifically, thumping from the wall on the other side of
which was Chanyeol’s house. You froze, giving him a look which clearly spelled
“I TOLD YOU! CHANYEOL TOLD YOU!” he shouted, his head
disappearing under his fluffy quilt, only a cute ear sticking out to hear any
“You’re kidding me, you’re 21 Chanyeol. Twenty fucking one,” you
muttered, standing up to make your way to the wall where you had heard the
noise initially. Putting your ear onto the surface of the wall, you tried to
make out what the fuck had scared the poor baby cuddling a quilt behind you.
“You should be glad that you’re cute as hell, I wouldn’t invite neighbors
over for shit, even if they did have free pizz-“
THUMP THUMP THUMP!
It sounded downright weird. What made a noise like that, in a
newly moved in apartment that too.
“W-What was that?” you sat back on the floor, petrified for a
Chanyeol had an expression which could only be described as ?????
and you were glad that whatever it was; it hadn’t decided to appear at your
place. You pondered about the sound and finally decided that you couldn’t give
much of a fuck at the very moment.
“Okay, let’s stay calm. Do you want to watch Doraemon? We can
deal with this later,” you tried to convince him. It was you who actually
needed convincing though. This twenty one year old puppy had gotten you to
doubt the non-existence of ghosts.
“Okay!” his happy go lucky smile reappeared and he patted the
spot next to him on the couch.
You both sat and watched Doraemon episodes while insulting
Nobita for being the dumbfuck he is and eventually switched to Dora the
explorer, still not dropping the curses and criticism. Chanyeol was really
funny. Somewhere along the way, without him having to invite you, you cuddled
into his quilt which was filled with his warmth and smell which you appreciated
a whole lot at this moment. Chanyeol surely didn’t mind.
When you woke up, Chanyeol was lying flat on his back on the couch;
your head was perched on his collarbones awkwardly, giving him a whiff of your
coconut shampoo which you massaged onto your hair every Wednesday and Sunday. His
long limbs were wrapped snugly around your frame. Stirring from his sleep, eyes
scrunched up cutely, his compromising position with you just sunk into his undoubtedly
huge brain. When he finally realized, he tried very hard not to move (or
fanboy) at his newfound discovery. He found it absolutely endearing that you’d
opened up to him so well, inviting him over and telling him that you had only
done this because he was cute, he’d never been so grateful for being good
“Who are you and what are you doing to my frenemy,” a voice
spoke, startling the puppy out of his happy daze. Too bad really, he wanted to
fanboy a bit whole lot more.
It was Jongin, in all his beautiful glory, your apartment keys
dangling off his slender fingers, legs crossed, eyes narrowed at the puppy who
was enveloping his “frenemy” in a sleep hug.
“Oh, you’re Kim Jongin. I’m (y/n)’s new neighbor, Park
“Okay, but she never told me she was fucking someone. She even
promised that I would be the first one to know if this ever happened. You see, I
was convinced she’d never get laid. I was so wrong, wasn’t I?” he grinned, saying
this as he made his way to the kitchen to get some breakfast, totally ignoring
Chanyeol’s puzzled expression.
“…can both of you like…shut up…I’m re-resurrecting,” you
sleepily spoke, eyes and ears paining at the sudden intrusion. You’d later have
to explain all the shit that had gone down when Jongin wasn’t around.
Chanyeol immediately slid you off, trying to cover up the fact
that he wanted both of you to stay in this position for a little bit longer. After
some persuasion on Jongin’s part, you finally had the breakfast which he “made”,
trying not to fall asleep on the fear of having milk and choco loops stuck in
your nose. Finally, you got yourself into some comfortable clothing and pulled
Chanyeol’s sweater over your head as if it was your own, Chanyeol was grinning
like there was no tomorrow. He took a shower, pulling clothes out of nowhere, saying
that he wasn’t returning to his haunted abode anytime soon and you eventually
decided to let Chanyeol tag along. Jongin didn’t mind, just more secret
fanboying material for the dancer really.(he wasn’t going to admit that you
both were cute together, nah, never)
The three of you spent the day in the mall’s children’s section,
playing in the ball pit. (You had to pay for an extra hour because Chanyeol and
Jongin, that’s why) And later, in the bookstore, getting Jongin some textbooks
that he needed, drinking smoothies and bubble tea, chewing on grape flavored
fruit chews. It was nice to see Jongin and Chanyeol getting along fine. Jongin
and you hadn’t argued all day, this was really good news. Chanyeol seemed to
like Jongin more than you, which when you told him, he responded with intense
head shaking and a pout which you wanted to wipe off his puppy face as soon as
After Jongin left both of you alone. Both of you walked back to
the apartment complex.
“I’m scared; Chanyeol is not going back to the apartment!”
“Chanyeol, you can’t live in my apartment when you stay
right next door, you’re overreacting. It’s probably just the wind, the noise
will disappear by tomorrow. Go to bed soon,” you bluffed, hoping that he’d buy
“NOOOO! Help meee! Don’t leave me alone!!” his facial expression
perfectly mimicked a puppy’s ‘!!!!!’ face.
“UGH! YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO ME!” you fumed, punching his fluffy
tummy to vent your frustrations because this boy was just a puppy yearning for
“Atleast help me find out what’s making that noise!” he
exclaimed, trying to sound frustrated but failed miserably.
“Ughhh, okay fine, you win!”
He held onto your hand tightly as his other hand opened the door
to his apartment. Both of you held each other tightly as you walked into the
dark, cold apartment. Standing in the room where you’d heard the noise from on
the other side, you tried to identify where both of you had actually heard it
from when suddenly, as if answering your unspoken question,
THUMP! THUMP! THUMPTHUMP!
“It’s a ghost!” Chanyeol screamed; jumping out of the huddle
both of you had been sharing and running into his bedroom, locking the door
behind him in his terror.
“DON’T LEAVE ME HERE!!”
“CHAAAN!!!” you stopped all of a sudden,
Listening more closely, you heard another noise, which came from
one of the corners of the room.
W-wait a minute, hold up played on repeat in your head as you
moved to each floor corner of the room and examined them, finally stopping when
you found what you were looking for. Chanyeol had now opened the door and was
peeking out of it, curiously looking at you moving around.
“I th-think I found what’s making all noise!” you exclaimed, pointing
to the ventilation panel which was about the size of a mousepad, bolted to the
Swallowing loudly, you now noticed that Chanyeol had come out of
hiding and was now standing behind you, waiting for you to apparently do
something. You asked him to get a screwdriver and he obeyed, handing you the
You unscrewed the panel with trembling hands and when it came
off, wiped some sweat off of your brow, placing the screwdriver on the floor. More
thumping ensued and you gulped.
Just as you were about to remove the panel, something hairy and
chubby jumped up from the inside, pushing the panel along with it. It was like
a tiny explosion.
Chanyeol screamed, you froze, backing up and falling onto him, pushing
both of you onto the floor. You finally caught a glimpse of what the thing was.
It was a huge mouse, a really chubby and harmless one and you
“I’m sorry! I think I know what happened!”
“DAMN RIGHT YOU DO, I NEED AN EXPLANATION RIGHT NOW CHAN
“It must’ve got in when I unscrewed the panel to check something.
I screwed the poor thing in without checking! I remember the landlord telling
me that there was a mouse here! I didn’t realize!”
You glared at him like he’d cheated on you with a spoon and
cautiously approached the skittering mouse, picking it up with your hands and
rushing out of the front door, reappearing back a whole minute later.
“What did you do to Scabbers?”
“You named it? I can’t believe you; I just left him in the
garden in the basement.”
“Ahhh, that’s great, I can regain my territory peacefully.”
“…..I am so done. Can I leave?” You asked, worn out.
“Wait! I don’t want us to stop talking so soon!~”
“You’re really cute but I need to get some sleep right now, I have
lots of work to do tomorrow. We’ll see each other in the morning, okay?”
He stayed silent as you waited for him to say goodbye, thinking
really hard for a reason to make you stay.
“…I’ve got pizza!” he shouted, wiggling his thick eyebrows.
“……get your cute ass over to my apartment.”
au prompt :“you just moved in next door and youre convinced your house is haunted so you seek refuge at my house when you get freaked out and eventually rope me into investigating for paranormal activity and the only reason im doing any of this is because youre really freaking cute au”
Requested: Anonymous - “Could you do a AU imagine where they are the new kids at your school and you need to show them around and help them in classes and stuff?”
A/N: This was a lot of fun to write, and I hope you guys enjoy it! Thanks to alyssatrevizo for suggesting I do a mixture of the bad boy, jock, and nerd au! Also, I know that gif doesn’t really have jock or nerdy, but I really love it, so just pretend and enjoy.
You walk down the hallway of your school excited to meet the new student you will be helping around today. Ever since you moved during the middle of your freshman year you’ve volunteered at your school to help new students learn the ins and outs of your school. You loved the program, because it helped you come out of your shell and meet so many unique people, and was in fact the reason you had met so many of your close friends. You finally reach the principal’s office where you always pick up your new student, but stop dead in your tracks when you see four boys standing in her office. You assume she’s in a meeting, because there’s no way you’re expected to help around all four boys. You notice two jock looking boys. One with floppy golden curls hanging loosely on his forehead, immensely defined arms showcased very nicely in his Chicago Bulls jersey with his toned legs in black skin tight skinny jeans. The other has a soccer jersey on showing his tan skin littered with tattoos. His jawline is so chiseled you swear he can’t be a day younger than 25. You notice a pale boy with jet black hair with a few colored strips wearing a Metallica shirt showcasing his tattoos along his arms. He has black, ripped skinny jeans with untied combat boots. Lastly you see a tall, thin, blonde boy with a lip piercing, wearing black rimmed glasses, black skinny jeans and a button up shirt. They all turn around as they notice your presence and the one with the soccer jersey gives you a flirtatious smirk causing you to look down bashfully.
“Uh, s-so sorry Mrs. Smith. I-I thought you wanted me to meet the new student. I didn’t meant to int-“
“It’s okay, Y/N.” She smiles softly, and waves you into her office. “These are the new students that you’ll be helping around actually. I couldn’t get any of the other volunteers to help, so I need you to take on more than just one student this time. I hope that’s okay.”
“Of course.” You smile politely.
She turns her body towards the four boys and claps her hands together with a smile on her face. “Okay, boys. This is Y/N Y/L/N. She is a senior here, so you’ll all have similar classes together, and she’s been a volunteer for this group since her freshman year, so you’re with one of the best!”
Tim stopped halfway down the hall. He hadn’t exactly been avoiding the open door, but he hadn’t said anything on his way past either. You had to be careful with Damian, or at least Tim did. He wasn’t sure he was welcome.
“Drake?” Well, he was busted now.
Tim leaned against the doorframe. “Hey.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I was looking for Bruce.”
“He went to a meeting.”
“Oh.” Alright, what was he supposed to do now? It’s not like he could just leave.
“So, um… What’s going on?” Damian’s room was a mess— all of his clothes were stacked in piles on the floor, and his desk was sitting on it’s side. One of the ceiling panels was hanging open.
“I’m rearranging it,” Damian told him. “I could feel all of your hands on my stuff.”
“Well you were kind of dead.”
“I noticed, Drake, thank you.” Damian pulled open one of his drawers and snatched out a pile of papers. “Father won’t be home until dark.”
“I guess I’ll wait. Do you want you want a hand with that?” Tim asked, gesturing to the upturned desk. Damian was headed to his closet, but he stopped long enough to raise an eyebrow and lift the desk with one hand.
“I think I’m good.”
“Right. I forgot about… that. Sorry.”
Damian shrugged. “Pass me those books?”
“Sure, where do you want them?”
Damian tapped the bookshelf beside him and kept on rummaging through his closet. He pulled a spare blanket from one of the corners— when he threw it behind him, it hit the floor in a puff of dust, making them both cough.
“Damn,” Damian muttered, “Pennyworth should be ashamed.” He was on his tiptoes, stretching for the top shelf, but he couldn’t reach far enough. “Can you get me that storage box?”
“I thought you had it covered.”
Damian sighed. “Father says I’m not allowed to fly in the house. Stop smiling, Drake. It isn’t funny.”
Okay, but it kind of was. What with all the fighting the two of them did, sometimes Tim had trouble remembering how young Damian was. But wow, he was small. Tiny. He couldn’t reach high shelves, and he wasn’t allowed to fly because his dad told him no. That was adorable. Of course, Tim knew better than to actually say it out loud because Tim wasn’t an idiot.
“Right, sorry. Do you want the canvas on top?”
“Canvas? What— no. Leave it.”
“Can I see?”
“Alright, fine. Wait, are you okay?” Damian was crouched in front of his bookshelf, very interested in his stack of novels. “Damian?”
“Of course I’m okay.”
“Damian, are you crying?”
“I said I’m fine.”
But he clearly wasn’t? What the hell? “Damian, what’s going on?”
“Get out of my room, Drake.”
“Okay, now I’m definitely looking,” Tim told him, reaching for the canvas.
“Now what have we got over— oh god, Damian, I’m so sorry—”
It was a half-finished painting with a photograph paper-clipped to the corner: Damian and Dick sitting at the kitchen table. Dick was holding a piece of Damian’s toast, and Damian was reaching for it. They were both laughing.
“Was this for him?”
Damian looked up from his shelf— He really was crying. “It was supposed to be a Christmas present,” he mumbled. “But then I died and he died and I—just leave me alone.”
What should he do? The hell if he knew, he couldn’t handle something like this, not when it was Damian. Damian hated him. What a nightmare.
“Hey.” He sat down on the floor. “I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have looked. You were right.”
Damian pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his head in his arms. “I’m always right.”
“Most of the time, yeah. Listen, I don’t really know what to tell you about… you know, except— I mean, I can’t promise you anything, but— you were dead too.”
“I noticed, Drake, thank you.”
“And so was Jason. And we thought Bruce was dead that one time. Well, you guys did anyway.”
“Do you have a point?”
“I’m just saying that you’re all back now. And I don’t see why Dick should be an exception, okay? At this point, it’s statistically unlikely.”
“Because heaven forbid one of us should die permanently, like a normal person.”
“C’mon, we both know that if that’s going to be anyone, it’ll be me.”
“Oh my god, Damian. We can look into it, okay? We’ll figure something out.”
Downstairs, the door slammed. Damian looked up, resting his chin on his knees. “You found my cave,” he said, jabbing a thumb at the ceiling.
“Did Grayson get his package?”
“Yeah.” Tim smiled. “He called me about it because he was so excited. He thought it was really funny.”
Damian nodded. “You like pizza, right?” Tim asked. “You want to go get a pizza?”
“What, with you?”
“Um, yeah, that was the idea. We can get Jason to come too. That’s probably him downstairs—he said he was going to drop by.”
Jason stuck his head in the door. “Did somebody say pizza?”
“There, see? Speak of the devil.”
“I heard that,” Jason told him, “and it was rude. You should be ashamed.”
“Uh huh.” Tim turned back to Damian. “Pizza? Yes? No?”
“Fine,” Damian said. “As long as Todd comes. I’m not going anywhere alone with you.”
“If there’s pizza, I’m in. The hell did you do to your room?”
“He’s cleaning,” Tim told him, as he offered Damian a hand. “Come on. If we hurry, we can be back before Bruce.”
Damian took his hand, and Tim helped him up. “Thanks,” Damian said. He brushed past Tim on his way to the door. “But I still hate you.”
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Hey. Sorry if you have had this before, but do you have any Peter Parker and Tony Stark mentorship and friendship head canons, or any Hank Pym and Tony Stark Headcanons?
I don’t really know/like Hank Pym much, so I’m focussing more on Peter&Tony. I was going to focus more on their overall relationship but then I babbled about the first time Tony took Peter to his labs… sorry.
When Tony first lets Peter into his lab, the teenager looks around with huge eyes. He’s quiet as Tony sweeps an arm over the broad expanse of the room and continues his long, babbling stream of dialogue, telling Peter about security protocols and new holos and Iron Man suits. He’s quiet as he shuffles in, eyes taking in every detail. He’s quiet as Tony mentions not to touch anything.
He’s quiet as he touches absolutely everything
“What did I just say?” Tony asks, grabbing Peter by the collar and tugging him away from a half-finished block of tech that angrily whirls and hisses smoke and sparks at them. “Am I talking to myself? Do you think I just like to hear the dullecent tones of my own voice? Am I speaking Spanish?”
“I can speak Spanish,” Peter says, the first thing he’s voiced since being lead down the winding steps into the technological candy-land.
“No, you can’t, kid. I’ve seen your Spanish scores at school.”
“You’re seen my grades?” Peter frowns; Tony has the distinct impression the subject is being changed until he’s the one being scolded. “That’s kind of creepy, dude. Isn’t that, like, illegal? To hack into school systems?”
“He says, because he’s done it before,” Tony tells his bot. Dum-E spins in a loose, uneven circle on the floor, one arm waggling like a dog’s tail.
Peter rubs at the back of his neck. “Don’t tell Aunt May.”
They go through the lab, Tony pointing out things, Peter watching with wide eyes and interjecting sporadically. He keeps touching things. Tony has to stay near him and yank him back, like he’s an untrained puppy, or a sticky fingered toddler, or the little, disobedient shit that Tony remembers being at the age. He wonders, briefly, what he was thinking when he recruited the vigilante.
Dum-E follows them around the lab. He seems hesitant about Peter at first, then grows confident when the teenager only beams at his presence, and coaxes him forward.
“Don’t encourage him,” Tony scolds.
“I won’t,” Peter promises, and then gets down on one knee, and lets Dum-E sidle up close to him, running one gentle hand down his support strut, like he’s patting a dog, looking awed and excited by the bot’s happy wiggling.
“That right there? That’s you encouraging him.”
You peeks out from being a workbench and loops around Tony, zipping to the newcomer now that his brother is receiving pats and attention. Peter pats him, too.
“It’s not my fault they like me more,” Peter says airily, You and Dum-E bucking happily under his hands.
“Disrespect,” Tony says, arms crossed, trying to look like the responsible, respect-worthy adult he’s supposed to be. “That’s what this is; disrespect. Child, you should respect your elders, and their spaces, and their rules–”
“Can we order pizza?” Peter cuts in.
“What did I just say–”
“Pizza order placed,” says Friday, his AI sounding clear and unashamed as Peter beams. “It should be here soon, Mr. Parker.”
“Mr. Parker,” Peter echoes, pleased. “No one’s ever called me Mister, unless I’m in trouble.”
“Oh,” Tony says, frowning at the entire room, at his disobedient bots, at his disobedient protege, “you’re definitely in trouble, Mr. Parker.”