[calebs-copilot]

🛫 KAYA-805 📟 minor | co pilot call sign: 🍎 📡 signal strong for calebcoded turbulence 🛩️ transmissions: log entries, mission blurbs, comms chatter 🛰️ status: 5 of 7,500 classified apples

📍 nav: pilot log & clearance zones 📚 missions flight paths: flight log ⚠️ ships guidelines: preflight check

[calebs-copilot]

BUFFERING [kenma x reader] wattpad link

the expo floor is way too loud. like, blaring music, flashing lights, people screaming over nothing, and it kind of makes your head feel like a soda can someone shook up and tossed into a microwave. everything smells like popcorn and plastic and overworked air conditioning. you can feel your badge flipping against your chest with every other step, and the strap of your boyfriend's backpack is slowly cutting a line into your shoulder from how long you've been holding it. he didn't even ask if you wanted to hold it. just tossed it at you like he always does. cool! fun! love that...

hiroto, your boyfriend,was already ahead, weaving through the crowd like he's in a music video... best not to imagine that. he's got his game face smile on, the one he uses when he's being charming and loud and "just naturally confident." he's talking to some fans or maybe teammates or just random people who he think are worth his precious time. you can't tell anymore. he throws a grin over his shoulder.

"babe," he calls, barely looking, "can you keep up or...?"

you don't answer. just shift the bag and hope your face doesn't look as miserable as you feel inside. your phone buzzes but you ignore it. you pass a booth with a glowing demo station for outset reign—the newest patch! the one you've been grinding until 3 a.m. every night, literally arguing with strangers online about gear builds like it's life or death! your fingers twitch. you kinda want to stop. you kind of want to disappear into the crowd and just play for even a quiiickk minnuutee—

but of course hiroto shouts something else that makes you lose all focus.

"yo! no freakin' way. is that you, kenma?"

your stomach does this weird twist thing.

kenma?

he's standing over by a tower of monitors, half in shadow, hoodie up, gripping onto a drink. he's got his more than messy dyedd hair and this really tired, done look on his face. like he's three seconds from ghosting the whole event. and for a second, you think he's not gonna recognize hiroto.

but then his eyes lift.

and then they hit yours.

sheesh...

why does he look like that?

you know him. not from hiroto's blurry instagram posts or the time you sat silently at some awful team dinner while he and the guys quoted inside jokes for two hours straight. no. you know him.

his username is applepi. and he has absolutely been ruining your rank on every game you play for every night for the last month and a half.

like, you hate him. you yell at your screen about him, swivel in your chair after he kills you, and makes you rub your temples. he's annoying and smart and fast and somehow always, always waiting right where you're about to go. how many times has he been at the same place as you this week? you can feel the smugness through the screen. every time he one ups you, you can practically hear the shrug in his silence...

and now he's standing there. sipping his shitty drink with his shitty eyes. looking at mainly you.

hiroto claps him on the shoulder as if they're the bestest of  friends. "this is my girl," hiroto says, finally acknowledging your existence after three hours. doesn't say your name. doesn't introduce you properly. doesn't even glance at you to see if you're smiling or not. "you guys met that one time, right? after uhh nationals? she games too. pretty good at... er. fortnite, i think."

kenma side eyes him and gives him a blank stare.

you look at him. "a little," you say. your voice is a bit higher than you want it to be.

is he gonna say anything or...?

hiroto gets distracted again—some dude calling his name, asking for a picture. and just like that he peels off!!

you and kenma are just... standing there.

he leans a little closer. his voice is quiet. "you use the handle ctrlyn, right...?"

your heart drops to your stomach.

"yeah," you say, trying to look unfazed. "why?"

"you kept countering my build last patch," he says, sipping again.

you roll your eyes and cross your arms. "maybe you need better strats."

"maybe you just have a vendetta," he says, completely blank faced. "you logged off right after killing me. like, every time."

"oh my god," you mutter. "get over it!"

"...you're annoying," he says. but he says it without any heat. and somehow that makes it even worse. agh!!

you look away. back toward hiroto, who's still talking to whoever, still hasn't even glanced back to check if you're okay, or if you're having a conversation, or if maybe it's weird to leave you with someone you barely know. he never checks.

"he sucks," kenma says, like he read your mind.

you look back at him, startled.

"what?"

kenma shrugs. "he doesn't listen to you. talks over you. doesn't watch your screen when you game. he brags about you when it benefits him and ignores you when it doesn't." he takes another sip, like he didn't just drop a truth grenade in the middle of the hallway.

you blink. "you don't even know me-"

he looks at you again, and something about his eyes—low lidded, sharp, weirdly sincere—makes you feel kind of naked.

"i do now."

then hiroto's back, flinging an arm around your shoulders, sweaty and smiling. "we're getting lunch, yeah? kenma, you down? remember that place with the spicy gyoza?"

kenma doesn't answer right away. he just keeps looking at you.

"maybe," he says. finally...

you don't end up getting lunch.

hiroto gets pulled into a last minute photoshoot and says he "can't cancel" and "you get it, right?" and "just go chill in the hotel or something, babe. i'll text you."

he doesn't.

you wander back to the demo zone and play a few matches alone. your hands feel shaky. you hate how warm your cheeks are. you keep replaying kenma's words in your head like they were lyrics to a song you didn't know you already loved.

back at the hotel, you curl up on the bed, lights off, laptop screen lighting your face. you hover over your login. your finger hesitates over the enter key.

you're not even sure why you're waiting...

but thirty seconds after you're in the main menu, a party request pops up.

applepi: queue?

you don't even think.

you click queue.

[calebs-copilot]

just posted my first ever fic chapter on wattpad!!

[calebs-copilot]

tags

#cockpitview → pinned post

#missioncontrol → masterlist

#flightplan → nav/rules

#redwarninglight → dni

#airlogrecords → about me/pilot’s log

#cabincomplaints → pet peeves/vent posts

#glareshield → fics + headcanons

#logbookentry → general/regular blog posts

#captainsnotes → writing, personal musings, deeper thoughts

#hangarfiles → wips/drafts

#passengertransmissions → inbox/asks

#flightarchives → reblogs

#flightshots → thirsts/spicy posts

#cargobay → memes, shitposts

#towerchatter → dash commentary, mutual banter

#turbulencezone → drama responses/vagueposts (if needed)

#clearfortakeoff → new posts going live/fic updates

[calebs-copilot]

talked to my fine shyt a couple days ago and i can't stop thinking about it,, he's the gorgeousestestest boy alive oh lord

[calebs-copilot]

not even done with my theme yet and i'm already wanting to change it to cod.. lord help me

[calebs-copilot]

ughh i've been wanting to write and read more lately but high school is draining me so much

[calebs-copilot]

📚 flight log all missions are logged here — aka my masterlist of fics, hcs, and any of the flight paths you want to explore. navigate through my journeys and find your next ride!

buffering (on tumblr and wattpad)

tumblr: chapter one - PRESS START. wattpad: chapter one - PRESS START.

[calebs-copilot]

⚠️ preflight check run through these cabin expectations before takeoff: ⤷ basic decency is required to fly. if you're racist, homophobic, transphobic, sexist, or just rude you're out ⤷ no in flight drama. vagueposting, subposting, or guilt tripping gets your comms cut ⤷ be clear on your reqs in comms (no vague jabs pls) ⤷ autopilot = me living life, not ignoring u ⤷ any weird behavior toward me, my co pilots (mutuals), or passengers (followers) is a breach of protocol. ⤷ don’t use cutesy pet names or overly familiar tones unless we’ve already landed a connection. this is an official airspace. ⤷ “this is mid.” ok then jump (not a sign). no room in this cockpit for whiny passengers. ⤷ if you’re gonna insult my favs mid air ("he's not even hot"), you’re getting tossed out the emergency hatch. i like what i like and i do take it personal!! stay in your row. ⤷ sending one ask ≠ guaranteed fic delivery. i’m one girl flying solo. manage your expectations, passenger. double check your seatbelt.

[calebs-copilot]

📍 pilot’s log

welcome aboard! here’s the official pilot’s log — a glimpse into the one behind the controls!

📟 co-pilot call sign: kaya🧃 🛫 minor | apple 0001 / 7500 📡 signal: caleb coded wind

freq locked in: mystic messenger, obey me shall we data!, marvel, jjk, star wars, voltron, percy jackson and the olympians, we need to talk about kevin, girl interrupted, the perks of being a wallflower, we're lalaloopsy, dc comics, cod, etc.

wattpad account: @calebs-copilot, please read before takeoff. please read before takeoff. any breach will auto trigger an ejection.

respect the airspace and keep the comms clear.