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vroomvroombaek · 7 years ago

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Like Strangers (pt.1)

Part 2 Part 3

A/N:I do not own the picture

Summary: After having given up hope on your marriage, both you and Jongin come to the conclusion that divorce is the only option. But at the poking and prodding of your friends, you decide to try and give it one last try.

Your plane finally touched down in Korea at about three in the morning and you tightly squeezed your eyes shut as the pilot’s final announcements began, resting your head against the window. The flight had been, to put it lightly, a long and uncomfortable one. The bratty, snot-nosed kid seated directly behind you had kept kicking your seat the entire time, the food had been cold and inedible, your neck was sore from an ill-timed nap and you could feel the signs of an oncoming migraine. Honestly, you couldn’t be home soon enough.

Home. The thought of it weighed heavily on your heart and you shifted in your seat, absentmindedly tracing the buckle of your seat belt as you allowed your thoughts to carry your attention away from the announcements.

Your short trip away hadn’t gone as well as you had hoped. It was supposed to have been an opportunity to get away from everything for just a few days—away from your boring regimen, away your studies and, as much as you hated to admit, away from your marriage. You had just wanted a small break, preferably at a sandy beach under the hot sun with cocktails beside you. It was supposed to be a way to distract you from thinking too much.

Unfortunately, your entire stay at the resort had been cold, gloomy and filled with an unbearable sense of loneliness and guilt. With the weather not on your side, all you could really do was think, think, think.

You couldn’t help but feel like a horrible wife for having tried to run from Jongin. The regret of not having tried to talk things out with him more that night before you’d just got up and left had haunted you the entire time.

You were both dreading and eager to confront him the second the two of you had a chance to sit down and talk. The miserable trip had left you with an uneasiness that scared you.

To be honest, it wasn’t just the last time you’d seen him that had been bugging you. Things hadn’t been well between the two of you for a while.The last few months had been increasingly hard to deal with and you had to admit that it had taken a serious toll on your marriage.

Between your school tuition and the bills, as well as Jongin’s growing taste for a lavish lifestyle, money had become tight over the years. You’d thought that things would have been fixed when Jongin had told you he’d had gotten an office job at a prestigious company. The money was good, so what would there left to fight about other than whose turn it was to wash the dishes?

Yet really, his new job had practically put your marriage in a coffin. It had started to leave him with a shorter temper and an unwillingness to so much as interact with you unless it involved convincing you to attend a work function with him.

Everything you did seemed to set him off. If you were speaking to him, you were smothering him. If you were resting from a long day, you were taking his hard work for granted. And you, having developed a short fuse yourself from months of arguing over the same things, became more sensitive—even the small details that had never bothered you about the man you loved began to annoy you. His late responses to your messages, the amount of importance he placed on his work, the way he brushed off plans to spend quality time together in favor of sucking up to his boss, it had all begun to be too much for you.

Nightly screaming matches over “this” and “that” would predictably end in you locking yourself in your bedroom and him storming out of the house to god knows where and returning at odd hours with alcohol on his breath.

You had pleaded with him to at least try to understand you, to hear you out. Yet time and time again he’d meet your eyes with silence.

A few days ago, the latest fight between the two of you had been the last straw.

You’d gotten back from a long day of classes. You were in your second year of medical school and were having your ass handed to you as of late. The library had more or less become your makeshift home. The feeling of insecurity that you weren’t ready for next year’s transition from lectures to the clinical world as a third year student would gnaw at your insides, growing stronger on a daily basis.

Fortunately,an upcoming holiday meant you’d been given a few days off to stew in your insecurities without the fear that any form of relaxation meant that you were procrastinating on studying for an upcoming exam.

You’d slumped down onto the sofa the minute you stepped foot inside the house, covering your face with a pillow and hoping that the feeling of doom over your grades would cease.

You heard the sound of keys jingling shortly after.

Jongin was home. You heard him walk in and stop by the door, probably to take off his shoes.

“Sorry babe, I don’t think I have the energy to make dinner tonight. Can we get take-out instead?” You muffled through the pillow, practically inhaling the pillowcase.

You could hear him groan from the hallway. “Y/N, I’ve worked hard all day. The least you could do is have a meal waiting for when I get home.”

Your eyes twitched in irritation. Was he seriously expecting you to play the role of a wife from the 50′s? You tossed the pillow away and sat up, narrowing your eyes at him as he entered the living room.

“The least I could do? Do you even hear yourself right now? How about you stop to think that I’ve had a tough day too...Jongin, I’m exhausted right now.”

This had become so typical of him. He never so much as asked you about your day anymore. Before, he’d ask you about what you were learning and, even though he could barely comprehend what you’d answer, he’d chuckle at your passionate tone and tell you how proud he was.

You’d given up hopes of having a normal conversation with him lately and had stopped mentioning your day altogether. Every time you so much as hinted at your tough schoolwork or strict professors, he took it as whining and would go into a whole spiel about how it couldn’t possibly compare to the level of stress his job was giving him.

Jongin had always been your rock. These days, he just made you feel as though you were being weighed down by a rock instead.

Jongin scoffed as he unbuttoned his jacket and loosened his tie. “Can we not get into this right now? My boss has been riding my ass all day and I don’t need your usual dramatics adding to my headache, alright?”

You felt your face heating up as your blood began to boil.

“What is wrong with you? You never put value into anything I do.” You stood up and crossed your arms, walking closer to him until you were standing less than a foot away so you were properly in his face.

“And what exactly is it that you do?” you shrunk away from his sharp voice, he’d never spoken in that tone to you before, “because all I see is me going through hell to pay for your tuition so that you can have some kind of future.”

“Face it, Y/N, you’re nothing without me," he growled.

You were frozen in shock, the usual scent of alcohol on his breath making you nauseous—it had become so familiar to you that you had trouble remembering when he last smelled like himself. Was this really how Jongin saw you? The man who’d stood up in front of your family and friends and had sworn to love and respect you forever?

Whoever this man was, he flashed you a cruel smirk when he saw the hurt expression on your face. “Not too quick to speak when it’s the truth, huh?”

He turned away from you and walked into the kitchen, leaving you to stand there staring at the wall. The sound of the fridge opening knocked you out of your trance and you took in a deep breathe. Saying something else right now would set him off and make this an actual fight. And you were so tired of fighting.

Since when had you started walking on eggshells around your own husband?

You ran a hand over your face, moaning. You needed a real break, not just the one your school had given you. If you didn’t get one now…there was no telling what you’d do.

You followed Jongin into the kitchen and saw him seated at the kitchen table, wolfing down a poorly-made sandwich. He didn’t make a move to say anything and instead continued eating as if the last five minutes had never happened.

It was easy for him to do that because this form of interaction had become normal for the two of you.

“I’m…going away for a bit,” you whispered, the usual confidence in your voice having taken a beating from his earlier comments.

He stopped chewing and raised an eyebrow, but kept quiet.

“Just for a few days. I think,” you sighed, “I think we need a break. Just some time to catch our breath and be in a space where we're not always arguing.”

You braced yourself for his response and allowed yourself to be hopeful. This was it. He’d go down on his knees and he’d admit to what an absolute dick he’d been. You’d apologize for not understanding his own problems more and he’d apologize for not having been there for you. Things would work themselves out.

Except he didn’t say any of that. Instead he shrugged. “I have a company party in two days. I can’t go alone, what would the CEO think?”

Your heard your heart shatter and you willed back the tears. He didn’t care. Jongin didn’t care that your marriage had gotten so bad that you wanted to leave. He just cared about his precious job and a CEO you’d never even personally met.

“I-I’m sure you’ll manage. You always do.” You forced a smile and left him to pack, wishing you could clutch the broken pieces of your heart together and take away the pain.

You’d walked out the door with a passport, suitcase and a weight on your shoulders and now, you’d be going home the same way.

The cue to open your seat belts brought you back to reality. You sprung to your feet and quickly grabbed a hold of your bag. Sticking out your tongue at the devil child behind you and ignoring the nasty look his parent threw at you, you fast-walked off the plane.

Immediately, you reached for your phone and dialed your husband. You’d informed Jongin when you’d be arriving back from your trip after you’d gathered up the courage to call him yesterday. He’d told you that he’d be there to pick you up. Things were terse between you two and he’d sounded so cold over the phone, but you needed to believe that he’d be waiting for you.

You needed to have faith in your husband.

Your call immediately hit his voicemail so you sent him a text telling you that you were going to head over to baggage claim before meeting up with him.

By the time you had collected your belongings and had looked around for him to no avail for a good thirty minutes, you realized he didn’t come and had probably forgot.

“Of course,” you muttered bitterly. You were a fool to have expected anything different.

You shrugged on your coat and wrapped a scarf around yourself before braving the cold and heading outside the airport.

Fortunately, there was a single taxi cab waiting just around the corner. You rushed towards it and reached out to open the door only for someone else to beat you to the handle.

Great. Just great. There wasn’t another cab or bus in sight. You’d have to make a call to a taxi company and hope it sent one your way quickly.

You hung your head tiredly as the man in front of you apologized. You shook your head at him, refusing to make eye contact.

“Don’t worry about it,” you grunted through your teeth, “I’ll just get the next one.”

The man looked around, unsure. “Doesn’t seem like there’s another cab around. I don’t want to be responsible for a pretty lady wondering around in the cold when it’s this dark out, you mind splitting it?”

You raised you head in surprise and were met with the brightest smile you’d ever seen and a jawline to die for. “I’ll even let you get home first. It’s not like I have anywhere to be at this hour,” he added in a friendly tone.

You returned his smile, your heart warming at his kindness. “Thanks, that’d actually be really great.”

He opened the door and let you get inside first, sliding in after you. You gave your address to the driver before settling in, unsure of whether to say anything to the man next to you. He was dressed really nicely in what you could only assume to be expensive clothing and carried himself with an air of confidence.

He must have read your mind because he stuck out his hand, absolutely beaming. “I’m Jongdae, by the way.”

You shook his hand and introduced yourself “Are you usually this nice, Mr.Jongdae?”

He snorted playfully, “Oh yeah, this is a regular Wednesday for me. Pushing strangers into sharing a ride with me, I’m just desperate for human interaction.”

His smile got even wider at your pout and you stared at him in awe, how could a man be so cheerful and have such a wonderful smile?

Throughout the drive, he tried to make you more comfortable by asking where you were coming in from and whether you were simply visiting Korea or staying for good. When you told him you were back from a school break, he asked about your career plans and genuinely seemed curious.

You had to admit it was nice that someone was actually interested in what you were doing. It had been so long since you had freely talked about yourself to anyone other than your classmates without feeling shame that you hadn’t realized how shy you had become.

When you had blushed at his astonished praises after you’d told him you were a medical student, he nudged you playfully and let out a quiet whine, making you laugh. “Hey, don’t be like that. You should be proud, it’s really a big deal that you’re gonna be out there saving lives one day. No point in selling yourself short.”

You decided that you liked Jongdae, he was like a personal hype man. You found yourself really enjoying your conversation with him and didn’t even notice that you’d already arrived to your home until the driver turned towards you and asked for his payment.

Embarrassed at not having paid attention to the road and slightly disappointed that the two of you hadn’t gotten around to talking about him, you scrambled for your wallet.

Jongdae put his hand on your shoulder to stop you and shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, I’ve got it. Besides,” he tapped the ring on your finger, “your husband is probably going crazy waiting for you. You shouldn’t keep him waiting.”

“Thank you!” you exclaimed, “but this really isn’t necessary. I have the money, I can pay.”

He waved you away. “I have a feeling we’ll meet again, Y/N. Maybe I’ll let you pay me back then.”

The taxi cab drove away, leaving you staring off into the direction it had gone with a grin. Really, who’d have thought you’d meet someone so nice?

Turning back to face your door, you felt your stomach twisting and turning, unsure of how to face Jongin after practically walking out for a week. Was he even home? Sleeping in his office when he was mad wasn’t too unusual for him, perhaps he’d been more angry than you’d thought when you’d spoken over the phone.

You entered your home, turning the lights on in the hall as you did. You jumped in the middle of taking off your shoes when you heard the sound of glass breaking. You immediately rushed to find Jongin stumbling through beer bottles littering the hardwood floor.

“H-hey,” he hicupped, greeting you with bloodshot eyes.

“Jongin...” You didn’t know why you were still disappointed after all this time, but you were.

“I don’t wanna hear it,” he said, grabbing your shoulders for balance, “I’m too tired to deal with you right now.”

Instead of being there for you like he’d said, he’d chosen chicken and beer. He didn’t want to deal with you like always. God, why did it still hurt? You should be used to it by now.

Not saying anything else, you grabbed onto him and helped him to the bed. He uttered a lot of unintelligible protests so you gave up on undressing him. Instead, you urged him to crawl inside and covered him with the thick blankets. Wiping his forehead with a warm towel, you left him to fall asleep.

You went back downstairs and began cleaning up the scattered bottles and leftover food, turning off whatever movie he’d been in the middle of watching. You grabbed a pillow and blanket from the closet and laid down on the sofa.

You stared at the ceiling in silence for a while, only the ticking of the clock on the drawer next to you keeping you company.

You don’t know when or how you started crying, but suddenly you found yourself choking on your own sobs. When did your marriage get so bad? Why hadn’t you done more to save it?

You were in hysterics, crying into your pillow so that Jongin wouldn’t hear you and come downstairs. Not that he would anyway, you couldn’t remember the last time he’d been there for you.

The familiar feeling of loneliness washed over you. You were alone. You were married, your husband was sleeping in the same house as you, but you were alone.

When you had been on your trip, the time away from your husband had allowed you to isolate this feeling and you had thought that you’d simply been feeling it because you were physically alone. But clearly, it was exactly the same even with him here. You were always alone.

You cried your heart out until the tears ran out and exhaustion put you to sleep.

You didn’t wake up until you heard footsteps down the stairs. You opened your eyes to see Jongin standing in front of you.

You sat up, refusing to meet his gaze the same way he’d done time and time again.

The tension in the air was thick and it was clear that Jongin was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. A dark part of you was satisfied. Good.

He cleared his throat. “Listen, about last night—”

You cut him off. He didn’t get to speak. He was always the one talking, never the one listening. God be damned, it was your turn.

Your head snapped up. “Jongin,” you said in the most monotone voice you’d ever heard yourself speak, “I want a divorce.”

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steffylococci · 4 years ago

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2 weeks ago i finally got diagnosed with adhd at the tender age of 29. I'm a med school grad who's done pretty decently in her academic career, but life after graduating and passing the licensure exams has been quite the struggle when it comes to actually being productive. Without the structure of classes and having classmates around whom i could emulate and work with, i kinda just... couldn't focus on getting any work done at home. I've been trying to study for a different set of exams over the last 2 years and i could barely get pass a paragraph without getting distracted by anything and everything! The split ends on my hair, the paint chips on the wall, the sudden urge to doodle or work on an art piece, getting bombarded with random ass questions that i needed to know the answers to IMMEDIATELY like "how many uncontacted tribes are out there?? What's it like to live in Tristan da Cunha?? What is the ideal cage size for 2 rats??"

It took me seeing all the "relatable adhd memes lolz!" to get me to actually really really consider it. To get me to read up on more adhd/add resources beyond the dsm5 and the actual experiences of people who were only diagnosed in adulthood....and i recognized myself in every single one of them!

it took me all of that to finally seek a psychiatrist.

And now he's prescribed me with strattera. 🙃🙃🙃

#i hope my meds work #i just want to be able to focus on something without being so easily distracted #gah my mom sent me a link to a meditation course for adhd after i told her i had it #and i couldnt even finish the whole thing lmao #it's kinda nice tho finally figuring out what was with me #why i couldn't get my life together like the rest of my peers #why i never seemed to pay attention in class and procrastinated my studies till the very last minute #why i'm so fucking dumb at math omg #why i could spend long hours doing shit i enjoy then drop it immediately and never return to it once im finally bored and burned out #why i'm so prone to many committing so many mistakes #why i've been accused of being lazy and stubborn and inattentive and weak and moody and sensitive #lol. fucking adhd man #🙃🙃🙃🙃#personal

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bluefox-den · 3 years ago

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#please I am bored lol #and I’m procrastinating studying for finals

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iantimony · 2 years ago

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also, 11/15 tuesdayposting one day late, extra boring this time because i once again have an exam this week:

this one is particularly rough bc last weekend was a Nonentity. the prof for my machine learning class decided she wanted a final project update submitted this weekend. she decided this on thursday. I Had Not Started the Project Yet. so weekend was crunching that so bad. it sucked.

listening: new lpotl episode on jack parsons. go funky rocket man go

reading: math textbook :( also reread some chronicles of amber as something familiar to turn my brain off

watching: n/a

playing: n/a

making: shawl..embroidery…started a drawing for my mom for a holiday gift but idk how that one'll go

BONUS: what delights have I experienced?

walking around: i swam laps on thursday and it was sooo good. im gonna start doing that once a week it sparked so much joy (i'm doing it again today lol)

fellowship: n/a

deliciousness: the ABUNDANCE of our farmers market veggie basket…roommate made tangy coconut-milk based soup this sunday with corn, tomatoes, some chicken stock, green onions, and shrimp dumplings and god damn it's so fucking good.

goofing: none :( no goofing allowed :(

transcendence: i got to see an exclusive press conference on saturday of new webb images of the supernova remnant my roommate studies and OOO BABY. they're sooo sexy. they'll be released to the public some time in january so im hype to share those when i am allowed to

amelioration: i might just get rid of this one in future weeks, it means 'progress/improvement' type stuff but idk that's literally all i do....like any marked improvement or progress in something will go either in transcendence or into making, i'd think?

coitus: n/a

enthrallment: n/a ... i keep getting hyperfixated on weird shit (wikipedia page for bathory line, essays on gothic genre, etc) but that's mainly procrastination brain rather than genuine hyperfocus

wildcard: n/a

#thursdayposting #tuesdayposting #<- i just realized i tagged it wrong by accident but its funny so im keeping thursdayposting too

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totallytododeku · 4 years ago

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☁ studying together ( x reader hc's) ☁

characters: midoriya, bakugou, todoroki, kirishima, yaoyorozu, uraraka, + ashido

genre: fluff <33

☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁

I. Midoriya 🌳🍀🌻

this poor boy is so excited to be spending time with you

but he will not take his nose out of his textbook

he can't help it

he's so happy to be in the hero course he takes his schoolwork a little too seriously

however, you can use this to your advantage ;)

normally you're almost as invested in his journey to becoming the next Symbol of Peace and achieving his dream as he is

and you would never dream of doing anything that could jeopardize it

So you were silently bouncing off the walls with glee when you realized he was impervious to distractions when it came to studying

literally anything is fair game

which is why studying with him is your new favorite time of day

pet his hair

kiss his cheeks

climb into his lap

pat his head

hold his non-dominant hand

hug him from behind his chair

rest your head on his shoulder and take a nap

do whatever you want

you can basically do anything to him while he's studying without having to worry about distracting him

he will blush a little bit of you kiss him but but you think it's adorable

lol turn on whatever tv or music you want

but only if you're done with your work!!

hes very adamant that you keep up with your work as best you can do you can graduate side by side and be pro heroes together someday

K. Bakugou 💣💥 📢

he would totally be the one to invite you to study and he would probably want to study in his dorm

it's super quiet and nobody will bother you guys because they know it's that spiky gremlin's room

overall his room just has a really relaxing atmosphere

you love being near him as much as possible

and he's much more affectionate in the comfort of his dorm room

but that doesn't mean he's gonna go easy on u ;-;

he still has his gruff attitude and will make sure you're studying every day

or else he will call u baka and force you to sit down and study until you know all your material

he's actually a great tutor tho

he writes out all the work for each problem and explains them thoroughly

all while holding in you in his arms while you sit in his lap

sometimes you can convince him to play a game with you where every time you get an answer right he gives you a kiss

but you whine when you get one wrong and he won't kiss you

he huffs before giving you a kiss while still trying to look annoyed

stupid girl he mutters

but he pulls you a bit closer to him to hide his blush and moves on to the next problem despite your giggles

S. Todoroki ❄🔥🍜

he doesn't really need to study but he doesn't know how to just .. relax

like he doesn't know how to not do what his dad tells him to do

and his dad wants him to study

it's just easier for Todoroki to do what his dad wants than to rebel

that is, it was

Until he met you and the dekusquad

obviously everyone cares about their homework and wants to graduate well and go Plus Ultra!

but study sessions with Todoroki usually end up just being you guys trying to help him be less hard on himself while you have him as a captive audience

he doesn't really mind, though, especially when it's just you two

the intimacy of studying together in comfortable silence and just

enjoying each other's company

makes his heart go (*￣∇￣*)

like i said he doesn't really need to study so he'll just end up helping you review material

please just ... hold his hand :)

after you're done studying for the day just pull him into a hug and over to your bed

he needs a nap

you feel warm fuzzies inside from how caring he's been to sit with you while you finished your homework and bring you warm tea

you don't even think you just

Time for cuddles :3

it becomes your daily ritual to study together and then cuddle

he always falls asleep in your arms with a small smile

E. Kirishima 🗿🗿🗿

(HAHAHSHNSJ THE 🗿 EMOJI OMG I'M LITERALLY SO FUNNY LOL I'M CRYING)

"Okay, Y/N, let's study hard and do our homework like men!" *fist-pumping the air and grinning like an idiot*

"...what's so funny? "

he doesn't care if you're not a man it's his trademark

he likes to study at his desk because he says it's "important to stay focused and work diligently"

generally he is the least focused person, ever. besides kaminari.

however, he's so energetic and enthusiastic that once you sit down and start studying he'll be able to keep your motivation up until you've finished all your homework

GREAT at studying for tests and quizzes (in theory)

he will never give up

like I said he could keep studying for hours once he sets his mind to it

So you have to compromise and get him to study in short bursts throughout the day to help him have a better chance of remembering anything ;-;

his memory is not great but it's kinda cute

you, being the smart cookie that u are, realized the best way to help him memorize things was to study with flashcards frequently throughout the weekend while doing other activities

so you plan to hang out together and do something fun every week while having your study material on index cards in your back pockets

it's a literal study date.

a weekly date out to the mall or the park or a little coffee shop but with math trivia thrown in randomly throughout the afternoon!! :D

Of course he was ready to turn it into a game he's a literal puppy

he just wants to show you you can be proud of him

you giggle lightly when you hear him say that and let him know that you'll always be proud of him, no matter what

M. Yaoyorozu 👑🏆☕

studyblr wants what u have.

studying in momo's room makes you feel like a Victorian young lady studying moral philosophy, writing poetry about the mourning doves outside the garden window, and waiting for her husband to come home from sailing the seven seas

it's your Belle moment where she's in the royal library except it's every day

stacks of beautiful, old books

the smell of the crisp, white pages

soft classical music floating through the air

the window cracked open slightly

and you are the luckiest student in all of UA because you get to study with the smartest girl in the whole school

she's also gorgeous and sweet and perfect which def doesn't hurt

u know that joke that ur teacher can spend a year explaining something and u never understand but then a random indian guy on YouTube explains it in 2 minutes and you finally get it

she is that random indian guy

you will never struggle with a single concept after you start studying with her

And she's so proud of you for every little question you answer correctly

(even thought she's the one that explained it all so well in the first place)

it's the definition of comfortable silence

she insists that neither of you study too hard and that you take lots of breaks to stretch

she says its to help you stay concentrated but really she just wants to feel your gentle hands on her shoulders as you massage out the knots

you take turns kneading the tension out of each other's shoulders

you feel a pleasant tingle down your spine at the feeling of her soft breath on the back of your neck

She pulls away and you share awkward smiles, neither of you realizing the other one of blushing, too

(((*≧艸≦)ﾌﾟﾌﾟｯ

O. Uraraka 🌜🚀🙏

ur actually super productive study buddies

Like u started studying together and then all of a sudden you were almost at the top of your class

she's just so sweet that being with her gives you the energy you need to write that essay all in one sitting instead of procrastinating like a normal person

Shows up at your dorm with snacks and drinks to keep your energy up!! :D

even though she's still going to end up getting sleepy anyway later in the afternoon

You get most of your studying done at the beginning of your study date so it's not really a problem

you know she doesn't have a lot of money to be throwing around so you pay for dinner every night

It's usually takeout but sometimes you guys make your own dinner for fun!

it always turns out almost inedible and burned because neither of you were paying attention to the stove

don't let baku see it or he'll start screaming about how you need to try your best at everything so he can beat you fair and square and that includes cooking too

neither you nor uraraka can handle spicey food so you never eat what Bakugou cooks for the class

You grab a few bags of chips and some sushi and shut yourselves in your dorm to pull an all-nighter study session about once a month

it should make you tired but, again, studying with her is so enjoyable that you don't mind

u two enjoy each others company in studying so much that you sometimes read ahead in your textbooks just to be able to study more

overall, hanging out with her is just lighthearted and filled with giggles

and you just so happen to get all your homework done along the way

M. Ashido 👾👽🚿

"studying" with her is so much fun

Hanging out with Mina in general is so much fun

it's impossible not to smile when she's around so even if you have a huge exam tomorrow, all your worries fade away just from being with her

She is pretty distracting in cases where you actually wanted to get stuff done

But you don't care

Change of plans

you're doing mani pedi's with Mina

No more studying

it's not as bad as it sounds though

You're not slacking off or anything and you can still keep your grades up with help from your other friends like Momo and Iida

you guys are just goofing off in the privacy of your dorm room when you should be studying

"It's not a crime to be young, Y/ N ;)"

she's just so energetic and happy like a little pink ball of sunshine

you can't help but laugh at her silliness and cute antics after a long day of classes

she makes your heart beat faster like you're on a roller coaster but without the nerves

somehow you feel giddy and comfortable in her presence at the same time

it doesn't matter what you two are doing, you always have fun

make sure she goes to bed on time, though, or she might end up baking a seven-tier cake at 3 am and Bakugou will scream at you for waking him up

don't feed her after midnight lmao

i started writing this after i almost died of boredom in my online calc class. my senioritis is already kicking in and it's still September (｡-ω-)

#boku no hero academia x reader #bnha x reader fluff #bnha headcannons #bakugou katsuki x reader fluff #midoriya izuku x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #shoto todoroki #Uraraka ochako #uraraka ochako x reader #Mina ashido x reader #yaoyorozu momo x reader #yaomomo #Kirishima eijirou x reader #eijirou kirishima #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader fluff headcannons #study date #hc

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renjunfromthestars · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Mark + reader, Bestfriend! Mark, Childhood friend!Mark

Genre: Fluff, angst, honestly a little bit of crack LOL

Song recs: Best friend + Untitled + Waiting Room (Rex Orange County), Sofia (Clario)

Warnings: Mild swearing and mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 7.0k (my longest fic yet, wow!)

Summary: You’ve known Mark for all your life, and it only takes one drunken night (plus a little intervention with Haehcan) to think that you wouldn’t mind getting to know him a little better...

Notes: The fact that I actually had the patience to sit down and to write something above 3k words,,,,absolutely astounding, amazing, unique, never been seen before…. Mark is a little awk and always works so hard (poor bby), so imagining him as a super stressed pre-med major and oblivious best friend absolutely wrecks me thank you goodbye

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When you first meet Mark, you’re eight years old, and it’s at church. He’s dressed in his Sunday best: a light blue button up, khakis, and shiny dress shoes. He looks stiff as your mother introduces you two, with his shirt buttoned all the way to the collar.

It’s not that you dislike him, but you think he might dislike you, with the way he avoids eye contact, eyes tracing the floor, your shoes—anywhere but your face.

You see panic flash through his eyes when his mom gently pushes him towards you, telling him to take you inside and reserve a spot in the pews while she catches up with your mom.

He shuffles awkwardly, and wordlessly, you follow him into the building.

The pews are almost empty, with the bulk of them being filled in the front by the old people that usually have nothing better to do on their Sunday mornings. Although your local church is on the smaller side, it feels unusually large with rows of empty pews, almost eerie. You shudder at shadows the walls make with the stained glass, and hurry to your usual spot towards the middle.

If Mark notices your apprehension, he doesn’t say anything. He’s oblivious, actually, not noticing your absence until he’s almost at the end of the rows. When you see him stop and search for you frantically, you stifle a laugh.

He eventually finds you, and after shuffling awkwardly between the pews, makes his way to you.

“This is kinda far, isn’t it?” he murmurs.

“Huh?”

“I mean,” he stammers. “I usually sit closer to the front. ”

You peer at him from the side. “You actually want to pay attention?”

He scratches the back of his head. “Well yeah, isn’t that the point?”

“I guess,” you say, looking at the ceiling. With the sprawling arches and patterns, the designs are pretty, you think.

“You should at least try, it’s kinda interesting,” when you turn your head to look at him he turns away. “Only if you want to, of course.” he adds, fidgeting with his hands.

When you tell him that maybe you will, you see him crack a small smile.

It becomes a routine, almost every Sunday, with you and Mark sitting next to each other. Whether it’s closer to the front or the back, it’s a whole debate. You usually give in, because when you walk in, Mark is already waiting for you in the front.

….

“Do you still go to Church?”

You’re laying on a green bean bag in Mark’s dorm room, procrastinating on the midterm paper you were supposed to get started on, well, a week ago.

You think for a second, hand raised to rub your chin, just to tease him. “What’s church?”

“C'mon dude, are you serious?”

“Barely,” you say, standing up to move to sit on his bed. “You should really get a new bean bag, it’s kinda deflated.”

Mark ignoring you, reaches over from his desk to fluff up the bean bag. “It’s because you sit on it so much.”

“Are you calling me fat?” and before he can defend himself you finally answer him, “I stopped going in like, middle school. It would be hard even if I wanted to, to find a whole new congregation, and I’m just busy. Also, it’s so boring, I could cry.”

Mark perks up. “Not if you go with me.”

You groan dramatically, and Mark chuckles.

“Good to know that you haven’t changed since you were eight.”

It’s just your view on church, that hasn’t changed since you were eight. First thing things first, you were 19 now, going on twenty. You’re in University now, your second year. It’s been a blur assignments, partying, coffee and term papers- you don’t have time to think about anything else right now. Except maybe actually starting your paper but-

Mark interrupts you midthought, breaking the silence. “Are you still with that guy?”

“Huh? Who? Yuta?”

“Yeah,” Mark responds sheepishly, avoiding eye contact.

You roll your eyes. “No, we haven’t been together for a while. It wasn’t that important so I forgot to tell you.”

You can tell he's surprised about how unusually calm you are for talking about your first serious breakup, but he doesn’t say anything, instead just scratching the back of his head awkwardly in typical Mark fashion. “He was an asshole anyway,” Mark murmurs.

“What did you say?” you ask, acting shocked. “Mark Lee? Talking shit?”

Mark, embarrassed, refuses to repeat it.

“I’m just saying, he wasn’t the right person for you.” he protests.

“As opposed to who? God himself?”

“I can think of a few,” he sighs, but you aren’t paying attention, instead laughing your ass off on his bed.

“You’re insufferable,” he says, standing up to open the door. “C’mon let’s go, I’m hungry. I know you’re not starting that paper anytime soon.”

…

It’s a routine, seeing Mark on Monday afternoons for lunch. Not Friday, because you were busy getting wasted, and consequently not Saturday, because you were too hungover. Not Sunday, because Mark had church, and you, well, were busy praying to God that you would be able to finish all the work you’d neglected over the weekend as a result.

“I still don’t understand why you choose the worst day of the week for this,” you say over your Kale caesar salad, pushing the leaves around aggressively. The University had a lot of healthy options, which you were grateful for. Grateful for you were not, were for the student loans you had to pay off every month, the exorbitant amount you partially owed to all the local and expensive organic produce the meal plan featured for the sake of being sustainable and health conscious.You could really give a rat’s ass about whether your salad was organic or not; if your weekends said anything about you, no amount of kale could help you (or your liver).

“It wasn’t really up to me,” Mark points out. “Maybe if you weren’t too busy being-”

“Ta ta ta,” you tsk, waving a finger around. “I, unlike you, actually have a social life.”

Mark frowns. “I have a social life.”

Mark definitely had a social life. He was popular, even. As popular as you can be, being a preoccupied Pre-med with perfect grades. Mark is likeable. It’s not like he doesn’t have the opportunity to go on weekends if wanted to, he just chooses not to, deciding to slave away at biological functions, orbitals, and lab results instead. Even now, as he takes his glasses off to clean them, you notice the imprint they leave on his face from how long they’ve been sitting on his face, and doesn’t take you long to find the dark circles that grace the skin under his eyes: he’s exhausted.

You frown too. “You should really get out more Mark. You seem stressed.”

Mark gives you a small smile after putting his glasses back on, and then resumes typing on his laptop. “I don’t know how going out would make me less stressed,” he says, distracted. “I would only be more stressed, knowing the work I have to do.”

“Yeah, but you're pretty organized.” You point your fork at him accusingly, kale falling to the side. “Don’t you usually finish things early too?”

“Yeah, I do.” he admits, and before you can press onwards you’re interrupted by a girl you recognize to be his lab partner.

Goggles in hand, you can see the marks they leave around her eye area, but she’s somehow still annoyingly beautiful, with her glossy straight hair and long eyelashes, but that’s not why you dislike her. She might be the most stuck up girl you’ve ever met.

“Did you do the calculations yet?” she says, turning to Mark. ignoring you. It’s only when you cough in your seat that she turns to you. “And hello, (y/n).” An afterthought.

“Hello Yebin,” You give her a wry smile. “How's the lab?”

“The usual.” she glances at Mark, who seems to be doing some finishing touches on said calculations. “How’s Chem 2?”

Boy, does she really grind your gears.

“It was fine, I actually placed out because I took it in high school.” Not to mention, it was a class for freshmen, and you were in fact, now a sophomore.

Before she can say anything back, Mark claps his hands in celebration. “Done! Sorry it took me so long, I just had to double check some things.”

“It’s no problem,” and with the way her voice drips with a sickly sweetness, you want to gag. It’s so painfully obvious. “Are you still down for tomorrow?”

Poor Mark, always oblivious, stops typing on his laptop and looks up in confusion. “Huh?”

You silently laugh at the expression Yebin makes when she realizes Mark has no idea what she’s talking about. “For our study session? The MCAT is just months away.”she reminds him.

Mark remembers. “Oh yeah, about that, I was thinking we could also invite-”

“Great!” she chirps, “See you tomorrow!” and with a flash of her white lab coat, she's gone.

Mark scratches the back of his head. “I guess she had somewhere to be.”

You roll your eyes for what it seems like the 100th time this week, anymore and they might be permanently stuck to the back of your head. “She definitely likes you.”

“Who? Yebin? No way.”

“Yes, Yebin, and yes way.” You fling a walnut from your salad over to his side, and he cringes.

“What is your problem?” he grumbles, and resumes typing on his laptop.

You drop the subject, because you know any talk on girls is completely lost on him. As you set aside your salad, you peer over at Mark, palm supporting your face. He’s focused, eyebrows slightly furrowed, with his lips mouthing over silently whatever science journal he was reading on his computer screen.

Mark has always been good looking, you think. You don’t know why you’ve never really noticed it before. His nose bridge gently slopes over his face, and his jawline is sharp, having lost his baby cheeks years ago. He works out often too, although he barely talks about it (maybe out of fear you’d tease him for being a gym bro). And with the way he’s so adorably awkward, It’s no surprise really, that every girl friend that you’ve met of his seems to be completely smitten.

Shaking your head, you snap out of it. It’s dangerous to think of Mark that way, you think. You’ve known him too long.

“My problem? I think you’re the one with the problem here. I’m surprised your hair isn't completely gray by now.”

Mark ignores you, probably mad at the fact you tried to start world food war three with him with a walnut.

“Hey.” you flick at his forehead to get his attention, and he flinches.

“There’s a party this weekend at Johnny’s fraternity, you should come.” Johnny, being both your long time mutual friend (who’s demeanor is way too nice to fit the stereotypical frat boy image, really) who has since stopped asking Mark out of respect for his “med school grind”.

“I’m already planning on it,” he responds, and you’re surprised.

“Since when do you actually accept party invitations?”

“Since yesterday, because I’m tired of Haechan bothering me about it.”

You silently cheer, of course, you expect nothing else from Haechan.

…

“I never knew it was so hard to get booze.”

“It’s not hard if you’re 21.”

Scoffing, you turn your head to face the boy across from you. As if he can feel the burn of your gaze on his forehead, Haechan stops typing on his Macbook and lifts his eyes to meet yours.

“No shit Sherlock, but last time I checked, we both weren’t 21.”

The sun had set a half an hour ago, and despite having spent the whole afternoon together, you and Haechan have had yet to come up with a way to secure the drinks you promised your friends for tonight’s pregame. With both of you being certified schemers representing your respective friends, you guess it wasn’t that big of surprise that the responsibility was left on both your shoulders. It beat scavenging alone, and spending time with Haechan wasn’t so bad either, when you two weren’t trying to kill each other.

It was already late, and Haechan had deemed Ubering to the nearest packer store that sold Soju (the sweet sweet liquid of choice) was too much work. You on the other hand, had dismissed that option for a completely different reason. The issue in question was the flimsy, borderline pathetic excuse for a fake ID Haechan planned to use at the packer store.

“Hey it works!” he protested. “You just act like you’re already legal and they don’t even card you. Easy.”

You roll your eyes as Haechan theatrically reenacts his last trip to the packer store.

“I asked him how he was doing, and he told me school sucks. I say to him, ‘Tell me about it, thank god this is my last year!” and as if to emphasize his next point, he flicks his wrist in the air, ID snuggled between his index and middle finger. “And I was on my way. No issue at all.”

“That’s because he didn’t even see your fake I.D stupid. He would’ve called you out on your bullshit in an instant.”

Out of all the different options available, you could not fathom why he chose his fake ID to show that from all the places in this world, he was from freaking Hong Kong. There were fifty states to choose from, other English speaking countries, and he chose to pose as an international student on a student visa. He could most definitely look the part, but after looking at the ID he proudly slaps on the common room lounge desk, you deadpan. The yellowish tint to the card was way too suspicious to be taken seriously.

“I wish we could just ask Mark,” you sigh, and Haechan looks at you like you’re stupid.

“He’s 20, ya dimwit.”

“I know, that’s why I said I wish. You have serious hearing problems.”

Haechan stops typing on his laptop to shoot you an especially heated glare, and you’re reminded again why he’s #2 on your fight list, right above Yebin. First place was taken by the girl you almost actually fought at that one University party a town over, wherever she is you hope she’s having a terrible day.

“If it were not for the rules of this land, you’d be dead right now Haechan.”

Haechan places his head in his palms, and flutters his eyelashes disgustingly.

“But you love me.”

“Yes, as much as Mark loves social events. Speaking of Mark, how on earth did you get him to leave his cave?”

“It didn’t take much,” and before you can call him out for lying, he shushes you.

“Okay, maybe a few days of nonstop begging.” Haechan says as his eyes dart across the laptop screen. You raise your eyebrow. “And I might have threatened to release pictures from the photoshoot his mom made him take when he was younger.”

“I expected nothing less from your evil, evil, mind.”

He scoffs. “Hardly. Just resourceful.”

Resourceful he is, because Haechan is the one who ends up finding a plug for the alcohol that night.

…

A can of four loko, a bottle of soju, and a few shots later, you should be hammered, wasted even. But after 14 months, 2 weeks, and 5 days into college, your tolerance is pretty high, so you’re really just plain drunk. Even so, you’re a little messy (no surprise). You’re not in a state to be trusted with any errands, so you don’t understand why Haechan asks you to pick up Mark along the way to Johnny’s fraternity.

“Why do I have to do it?” you whine, putting your hand over your forehead, and Haechan only laughs at your dramatic display of despair.

“Because Johnny messaged me that Mark isn’t there, and there’s no way in hell I’m letting him flake on me this time. ”

You point a finger at him, and he stifles a snort when you’re off by a couple inches. “Letting him flake on me, me, me as in you! It’s not my problem.”

But there’s no use in arguing with Haechan, and you know it. That’s why you find yourself stomping your way up the second floor of Mark’s dormitory like you’re in elementary school again, having just been scolded by your mom and being forced back into your room.

You knock at his door impatiently, and it feels like forever until you hear some shuffling, and see the door knob twist open. To be honest, it’s probably just a few seconds, but time is different when you’re intoxicated.

Before you even see him, it smells faintly of shampoo and detergent, so you’re not surprised when he opens the door and you see his hair is still half wet from the shower. He’s definitely party ready, and when you mean party ready, he’s wearing the same loose black tee and grey joggers he wears to sleep. His socks don’t match and you try not to laugh, because it would be a bad look for you, to show up intoxicated, and apparently crazy.

“Oh (y/n), what are you doing here? Oh shit is today Friday? I totally forgot, Haechan is going to kill me-'' He looks at you and then pauses, scrunching up his nose. “Have you been drinking?”

“No.” you say sarcastically, but it definitely falls short of Mark because he looks at you like he does not believe you. Good, because he shouldn’t.

He sighs, and ushers you in his room. It’s dark, with the only light emitting from the little steel lamp on his desk, which is covered with his notes, pencils, a textbook, and some highlighters. When you finally make your way to his bed (with difficulty) he sighs again, and you silently scold yourself for having that mini drinking contest with Haechan. If you thought you could handle your alcohol well, Haechan was an absolute monster.

You nearly screech when Mark flashes a mini flashlight in your face, and he tells you to calm down before someone thinks he’s committing murder. He holds your face still with his index finger resting on your cheek and his thumb lifting your chin. You try your best not to squint when he tells you to, instead focusing on his face. He’s so close, you can feel his warm breath on your face. If you weren’t already so flushed from drinking, you suspect you’d look beet red now.

“Well, your pupils still dilate normally, so I don’t think you have alcohol poisoning-”

The world is moving a little, so you plop backwards on his bed— albeit a little harder than expected because he rushes over to you and looks concerned.

“-but I don’t think that’s the problem here.” he finishes.

Your eyes are closed, mainly because his bed is really comfy. “I’m here to pick you up.” and as if to emphasize your point, you wildly start pointing in all directions, hoping it would land on him.

You open your eyes when you feel him grab your finger and turn it thirty degrees to the left, just stopping at his chest. Your sense of direction must be really bad, because it turns out you were pointing at nothing.

“I don’t think we’re going anywhere for awhile”

“Noooooo” you wail, and Mark lets go of your hand to sit back down on his desk, and unsurprisingly, begins reading his textbook again. How he is able to focus with you in the background, you don’t know, but it must have taken years of practice.

At this point, you decide to take matters into your own hands. You shove yourself off the bed and grab his arms from behind him. His roller chair scoots a few inches before he stops it.

“You’re not exactly making great case for yourself here”

“Stop making excuses!”

You aim straight towards the armpits, and you’re confused at the lack of reaction, so you reach over to squeeze his knee. Almost immediately, he crumples over, almost falling off the chair.

“Can you-” he says mid laugh, “please” he gasps, “Stop that!”

You respond by attacking his other knee, and it’s over. He falls off his chair and you go down with him. The difference is that he recovers quickly, and starts tickling you back in revenge.

You’re sensitive, so it feels like you’re dying. You try to use his arm as leverage to push yourself up, but next thing you know he’s toppeling over you. You close your eyes and wait for your head to kiss the cold hard floor but it never comes, because Mark's hand cradles your head, breaking the fall.

When you open your eyes, he’s closer than ever before, noses touching. Lips a mere centimetres away and in a weird embrace, you resist the urge to close the distance.

Mark has always been good looking, especially now, so close to you. You don’t know why you’ve never noticed it before.

When he pulls away he’s flustered, and for the first time, so are you.

It’s an awkward silence, with you still on the floor as he stands up, rubbing the dusk from his knees. He scratches the back of his head and offers you a hand

“Let’s head out,” he says.

“Yeah, let’s.” you echo.

…

Although Haechan berates you for being more than a little late to the party, he’s overjoyed that you somehow managed to show up with Mark. Not that he didn’t have faith in you anyways, he tells you. It’s just that Mark is married to his Biology textbook, and she runs a tight ship. By the time you reached the frat with Mark, you’ve sobered up enough to enjoy yourself normally,

It’s when you wake up in the morning, that you’re not okay. It’s not okay, because you dreamt of Mark, and that’s weird, because you and Mark were just friends, right? And you always will be.

It’s not a big deal because friends dream of friends. Dreams are a product of your own desires environment, you tell yourself, it’s perfectly normal because you spend so much time with him.

What is not normal, is when you see Mark the following Monday, and are worried about it. You’re nervous the whole time, and it gets worse when you slide the little watermelon filled tupperware container across the table in apology for last Friday. He likes his watermelon cut up into little cubes, you remembered (why do you remember?), and you avoid his eyes, pushing a stray piece of hair behind your face.

Mark, oblivious as usual, doesn’t really notice anything until 10 minutes in, as if your lack of rambling surprises him. Munching on the cubes, he asks if you’re okay.

“Yeah, I am.”

No you are not. You are utterly fucked.

…

“But you need to promise me you won’t judge or make fun of me for it”

“Just say it already, Jesus.”

“It’s just so embarrassing.”

“Oh my god, are you in love with me?”

“No!”

When placing your hands in your face, Haechan grants mercy on you, patting you on the back instead of teasing you further.

“I don’t know what else could be so important that you need to talk to me in person. Unless…. it’s about Mark?”

His hands stop soothingly rubbing your back and instead starts slapping it, waiting for you to laugh along with him. When he doesn’t get a response he gasps. Turning his head sideways to face you, he pries your fingers apart.

“No fucking way.”

“Right?” you moan.

“I was just joking, but I can’t say I didn’t expect it.”

You remove your hands from your face and look at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Like, you’ve known each other forever. You spend a lot of time together too. Someone was bound to catch feelings eventually.”

You don’t respond, instead choosing to sulk.

“You know I’m right. You just don’t want to admit it because you’re the loser in this situation.”

Right he is, because you’ve been avoiding Mark for the past few weeks like the plague. You’ve told him that you’ve been busy with your final term paper (you’re not, you’re an engineering major why would you have one?), and although he was a little confused, he was probably also a little thankful because the MCAT was only a month away.

As you tell him about your plight, Haechan listens thoughtfully, “mhming” and “ahh-ing” at all the right places.

“I don’t see how ignoring him helps you at all. I would say to just talk to him about it, but it’s Mark, he probably hasn’t thought about you that way at all.”

“Thanks,” you grumble. “So I’m basically one of the boys.”

“No really, mans might as well be the anemone from Nemo, I’ve never seen him interested in anyone.” Haechan sighs. “This is a tough one.”

“I’m sure I’ll think of something, but I might have to get creative.”

“I’d like to see you try Hyuck.”

…

It’s 9pm Sunday night, and there’s a knock on your door. It’s strange you think, because it’s a Sunday, and it’s a little late to be doing anything.

When you open the door, there he is, Mark Lee in all his 5’9’ glory, with a little bag in hand, in it your favorite milk tea.

“It’s Sunday.” you say, intelligently.

Mark just chuckles. “Yes it is, and your point?”

You step aside so he can walk in, and you’re embarrassed at your current state. For once, you’ve finished your assignments early, so you’ve spent the past four hours in your pajamas watching K-dramas and snacking on honey chips. You must look like a bum.

Mark on the other hand, always looks good, even in some old dress slacks, and an old t-shirt with some holes in it. He smells faintly of antiseptic, so he must have just come from a volunteering shift at the hospital.

“It’s nice of you to drop by,” you poke the straw into the bubble tea. “And thank you for the bubble tea.”

“You’ve been busy recently so I figured you’d need it for the caffeine content, but it’s not like you sleep anyway.” he jokes. “How’s the term paper going?”

“The term paper? Oh right, the term paper. It’s alright,” you lie. “Just a couple of pages left. Beats having to take the MCAT though.”

Mark looks tired, with his hair slightly overgrown and his dark circles hallower than usual. You feel bad—he has a habit of overworking himself; you’re usually there to check on him but lately you haven’t, and he’s kind and thoughtfull enough to bring you something because he thinks you’re stressed.

“Yeah tell me about it,” Mark takes a seat next to you on your bed, head hitting the wall with a soft thump. “It’s going to be all over next week though, I can’t wait. I’ve missed you though.”

Busy silently cursing at yourself for the way your heart flutters at his admission, you forget to respond. Mark frowns, places his hand on your thigh in an attempt to soothe you, and it has the opposite effect—you think you might go into cardiac arrest.

“Is something wrong?”

“N-no.” you stammer. “Just stressed. ”

Mark makes things worse by leaning in closer, gently placing the back of his hand on your forehead. “You’re kinda hot.”

“I am?”

“Yeah, like I think you may be running a fever.”

He hops off the bed, and rummages around in his little black bag, and pulls out a thermometer. He places a little sleeve on the end, and motions for you to open your mouth. When it beeps, he takes it out of your mouth and looks at the result.

“Your temperature is fine, but you should rest. I’ll see you soon okay?” He pats your head. “Take it easy, I know you’ll do great.”

…

You might not have a term paper, but what you do have is a physics final.

The desk area is littered with eraser dust, crumpled paper, and half filled styrofoam cups of coffee that have since gotten stale. You swear to god that Physics was a subject meant to torture, not enrich the lives of college students. At this rate, you were seriously debating dropping out to become a stripper.

Haechan, not sensing your dismay, disrupts your plans to drop out by telling you something that puts a damper on the rest of your day, as if Physics wasn’t doing that already.

“Have you noticed that Mark’s been hanging out a lot with that one girl lately? What’s her name? So-bin, Yee-ben, Ben 10, ”

“Yebin,” you snap. “And don’t ever disrespect Ben 10 like that again. ”

Haechan lifts his hands up, “ I agree she’s a total bitch, but man is she hot.”

“Aren’t you supposed to make me feel better, not worse?”

Haechan’s face softens and for once in his life, looks a little sorry. “All I’m saying is if you don’t do something soon, someone might do it for you. I overheard her saying something about her and Mark going to spring fling together.”

He’s not wrong, but Mark, at Spring fling? At a Darty? Willingly? His idea of a good time was studying.

“You’re kidding,” you scoff. “As if he’d be caught dead at something like that.”

“I don’t know (y/n). He doesn’t really have much else to do now that the MCAT is over.”

Right, the MCAT. He took it last week. You mentally slap yourself for not asking how it went.

“Speak of the devil.” Haechan says quietly, motioning behind you.

There she is through the glass, Yebin, pulling a seat next to Mark, not before sneaking up behind him and planting a fat kiss right on his cheek.

…

Maybe if this were a movie, you’d cry all weekend and he’d make it up to you; But this is real life, so you secretly cry for a week and sulk for the rest of the month, blaming your puffy eyes on seasonal allergies (In real life, Mark can’t make it up to you because he did nothing wrong. He’s also not even aware that you like him, but that’s besides the point).

Despite Haechan’s attempt to convince you that it could’ve been just a friendly kiss, a greeting kiss, a whatever kiss, you insist that you’re done with your little crush, that it had shriveled up and died. Although not so convinced, Haechan drops the subject all together and instead resorts to comforting you in his own way, which mainly just consists of making fun of you about other things.

Mark is a touchy subject, and you’re still avoiding him. Why? You don’t really know. You know it’s not fair to Mark, who is probably very hurt and confused at your lack of communication. Nonetheless, he doesn’t question it, and is so infuriatingly mature with his emotions that you suspect that he even respects it, because he stops texting you after a while.

You feel bad about stonewalling him, leaving him in the dark, but really, what would you say to him?

“Sorry-I-haven’t-been-talking-to-you-it’s-just-that-I’m-in-love-with-you-and-I’m-butthurt-that-you-have-a-girlfriend-of-course-it’s-not-really-your-fault-but-”

You shudder at the thought, because it’s just plain embarrassing.

But really, you’re not the best at expressing your emotions—you’ve never been. Frankly, you’re tired of expressing your emotions because it never got you anywhere. Not with your mom, not with your dad, and definitely not with Yuta, who you dated for a year and half a year just to dump you like you were nothing.

It’s not worth it, to put your emotions on the line for anyone, not anymore. You locked your heart away a long time ago, and you were a fool to let it come out last time, and you like to think you learn from your mistakes.

At least, that’s what you think, until you return home one Sunday night from the library and see a little cup of your favorite milk tea at the door, with a straw neatly balanced on the top.

…

When spring fling rolls around, you still haven’t spoken to Mark, and if your friends catch on, they don't mention it. They know by now that you prefer to deal with things alone, to digest them for what they are and then promptly moving on—you know, like processing a death.

It doesn’t really matter, you think. You and Mark have always been friends, and will always be friends. Nothing more, nothing less. And when you get over yourself, things will be fine.

But really, how can it be fine when your whole world stops every time Mark looks at you?

You try not to dwell on it, even now weeks later. You’re busy getting ready to go out, blotting your lipstick on some tissue paper in your friend Yuna’s bathroom.

“(y/n), you look amazing.”

When you turn to look at yourself in the mirror she’s right; The mascara you put on your lashes really brings out the color of your eyes, and your skin (thanks to Yuna’s highlighter compact) is literally glowing. You feel really pretty.

You turn to smile at her. “Thanks to you.” you tell her, and she gets bashful, pushing you out of the seat and ushering you out the door. You make it down stairs no problem, but she calls you as soon as you walk out the door.

“Yes, I have blotting papers with me, and no, I am not dating Haechan I’ve told you thousands of times-”

“What about me?”

You turn around to find Haechan leaning against the dormitory wall, already waiting.

Embarrassed, you tell her you need to go and hang up the phone.

“How long have you been standing here? Hopefully not too long.” You apologize, but he assures you it’s all right.

“Are you sure your friends are fine with you leaving them early to go with me?”

“Yes Haechan, they’re just happy that I have someone to go with.” you sigh. “Almost too happy.”

He laughs, after looking at you, he pauses. “You look nice.”

“You do too, Hyuck.”

If you didn’t know any better, you would say he seems embarrassed at your compliment.

When you walk into the venue, you’re not surprised at how spacious it is. You’re used to your school going all out, from the kale salads and now, spring fling. They might as well call it spring semi-formal, because everyone is dressed their best.

You see Johnny at the end of the punch table, and he waves, motioning for you two to join him.

“And my favorite couple,” he greets you two, and you almost smack him upside down the head.

“Relax, I’m just kidding.” and he leans in for a hug. “How are you (y/n), I haven’t seen you in a second.”

“I’m good, just been super busy. You were so right, Professor Kim has been really keeping me on my toes in Physics 430,” you laugh. “Every time I walk into the classroom I can feel my life flash through my very eyes.”

He laughs, and you all laugh with him. Johnny tends to have that kind of effect on people.

“How’s Mark?” he asks, and you cringe. “It’s been a while.”

You laugh nervously “ I haven’t seen him in a while either.”

“Oh really. Don’t you see each other every week?”

“Well we used to,” you panic. “Just not anymore because, you know, I-”

“Because you’ve been so busy,” Haechan finishes.

Johnny gives you two a strange look but continues talking anyway.

“Well that’s life. Poor boy’s been studying for the MCAT like his rent is due tomorrow.”

“More like everyday.” Haechan snickers.

Johnny doesn’t hesitate to flame Haechan for his insolence, and begins teasing him for almost failing Calc II (Calc II was kind of hard you admit but that is an admission that will die with you), meanwhile, you’re whisked away by Yuna and her entourage. You glance at Johnny and Haechan, who bid you farewell with a nod of their heads.

It’s fun, you’re having a great time dancing, and eating mini hot dogs on a toothpick (you guess your university had to cut corners somewhere). When Roxanne plays, you and Yuna go wild, nearly knocking over a waiter over with a silver tray. You have so much fun, that you forget that Mark Lee exists until you make eye contact across the floor.

It's no surprise that he’s with Yebin, who looks annoyingly prettier than usual, with her makeup all done and satin dress. She’s pulling him in the opposite direction, but Mark seems to pay no mind, instead staying in place, looking at you. A moment passes, and you see him excusing himself. When he begins to head your direction. You panic.

Before you can even react, you feel an arm wrap around your waist, pulling you close. When you finally turn to see who it is, you’re nose to nose with none other than Haechan.

“What are you doing?”

“Just go along with it,” Haechan whispers through his teeth. Your hands are pressed against his chest, and he grabs one of your arms, placing it around his neck.

“Go along with what? Have you lost your mind-”

Before you can finish your sentence, his lips press against yours and your mind goes blank. He tastes like peppermint and aftershave, with his lips soft in the center and just a little chapped around the edges.

When you two finally part, Mark is nowhere to be found, and you don’t know how to feel.

“Haechan I-” you stammer. “I need to go.”

You hurry off, and he doesn’t follow you.

…

When you’re outside, it’s cold; the air is brisk and definitely doesn’t help steady your breathing, it only makes it harder. It’s a lot to process, Mark, Yebin, Haechan. It’s a lot, and you feel like you’re in emotional overdrive, with all the feelings you’ve been trying to keep in for the past few months coming back to bite you.

You sit down at the edge of the fountain outside the venue, and you nearly get soaked. It misses you by mere inches, with the ceramic fish looking at you almost mockingly. You don’t care, with all the thoughts running through your head right now, you think you might go insane.

You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting there at the fountain when you feel something wrap around you, warm like it was just taken out of the dryer. It smells familiar, like cologne and faintly of antiseptic—it smells like Mark.

You don’t look at him when he sits down next to you, legs open, hands crossed. And he doesn’t look at you. It’s radio silent.

“So you and Haechan, huh.”

“So you and Yebin.” you echo.

Mark looks at you for the first time, confused. “What are you talking about?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Oh that.” He shuffles awkwardly. “I don’t really like her like that.”

Your head raises in surprise, and you face each other for the first time in months.

“I thought you guys had a thing.”

Mark scratches the back of his head. “Well we do, but it’s just in her head” he says, and you can’t help but laugh. “She came onto me last week, so I finally set things straight.” Noticing your reaction, he just shakes his head.

“I don’t think it worked though,” he adds.

“I would think, you’ve always been too nice for your own good.”

“I just didn’t want to hurt her feelings, you know?” he murmurs. “I feel terrible.”

“You’re not a terrible person just because you don’t like someone back.”

“Maybe not, but I believe not wanting you and Haechan to be together does.”

It takes a moment for his words to register within you, and even after you process them, you’re not sure what to say.

“We don’t like each other like that.” you interrupt him.

Mark looks visibly confused. “Then you and Haechan aren’t??” his voice falters.

“No more than you and Yebin. I promise you it’s not what it seems like.” you tell him and it finally clicks. You’d have to thank the idiot later. Right after you slap him.

Mark doesn’t question it, not even when you start crying. You don’t question it either, unsure of why you’re crying.

“You’re so stupid,” you sniffle. “I’ve liked you for so fucking long.”

Mark pulls out his pocket square to gently wipe the tears from your face, and places his hand on top of yours.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that? You could have just said something.” his says softly

“I didn’t want to ruin anything. We’ve always just been friends.”

“I think we’ve always been just more than that.” he says, leaning in, hands cup your face gently.

“Just took some of us a little longer to realize.”

....

“That was very nice of you,” Johnny says.

“Yeah. Very nice.” Haechan echos.

“How long has it been, that you’ve liked her for? Three years?”

“Two going on three.”

Johnny lets out a low whistle, and looks down at the younger boy worriedly. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Haechan glances at you and Mark through the glass, outside the venue. With Mark whispering in your ear and you laughing, you seem so happy; happier than you’ve ever been with him.

“Yeah, I am. More than okay.”

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cobertaddict · 4 years ago

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Calling All Cobert Writers! Appreciation Time!

I made one ‘appreciation’ post a while back dedicated to all things I like about Robert, but I want to take some time to dedicate some appreciation to the writers of this fandom because they truly deserve it! The fanfics of this fandom are just great, fantastic, amazing, beautiful, and so much more. I’m just astonish at what the writers are able to create with their creativity and words. This post may be me just thinking out loud or rambling again, so I apologize if this becomes kinda long. So with that being said, this post is dedicated to ALL Cobert fanfic writers, even you only wrote one fan fic, you still qualify because I’m 99.99999% sure I’ve read it. Now, let’s dive into the appreciation :)

Y’all hold this ship together

You guys really keep the Cobert ship intact and make it continue to sail! What would the Cobert fandom be without you guys? For one, we would be all be bored without all the literary entertainment you all provided us. Even though the show ended a few years end ago, fanfics are still being read and being created. You guys keep the love of Cobert alive and prevent the ship from sinking!

Talent

I don’t care what anyone says, but you guys are talented as hell. A little fun fact about me, I can not do creative writing for the life of me. I'm much more successful, and comfortable, with academic or scholarly writing. Whenever I had to do creative writing for school, I just cringe at whatever my hands created. On top of that, I’m currently taking a creative writing class to fulfill my college credit requirements. As if creative writing wasn’t complex to me already, I never thought of all the key components that goes into excellent work of creative writing. It’s more than just plot and theme, it’s also tone, style, sensory details, setting/scenery, point of view, diction and so much more. All of which Cobert fanfic writers are good at. You guys have such a way with words and capturing a scene perfectly to your audience. You guys are eloquent writers and your work is truly aesthetic. I’m just just trying to say that you all have a talent I clearly do not possess, for which I happily applaud you all for :) To top it all off, you guys also have good grammar, which is always appreciated by fanfic readers :)

Don’t get me started on the feels

Like I said before, you guys are good at creating an scene perfectly and expressing emotion through your work. You guys make my Cobert heart so happy and fulfilled that it could explode!

All your fluff scenes make me do this:

And all your angst scenes leave me doing this:

and as a result I get sleep deprived because I NEED to know what happens next

And those ‘terrific fun’ scenes...

sometimes you guys put warnings as if I mind... trust me, I don’t

And there’s nothing more that makes my Cobert heart full of joy than having an ending where my babies are happy together

True escapism & Addicting

Your guys’ fanfics really transform me into a different world. Whenever I’m having a bad day, reading a few fics never fail to cheer me up. Your guys’ writing makes me forget of life’s stresses and worries, and I can’t thank you enough

However, there’s a downside to this... Y’all so good at what you do I’m addicted! I call myself cobert addict for a reason. When I first discovered this fandom, I was looking for silver, but when I found out about the fanfics I found gold lol. I’ve lost count of how many fics I’ve read, and better yet I have no idea how much time I put into reading them, should I be concern?

One of my biggest regrets was starting a long fanfic the day before a final, bad idea! I could not concentrate when studying and I felt like my phone was calling my name to finish it lol. And thanks to your guys I’ve gone to class heavily sleep deprived from staying up too late to read fics and procrastinated on some assignments lol

But all jokes aside, you guys are extraordinary and such amazing writers :)

So there you have it, thank you

I’ve been in a few fandoms before, but I never came across a fandom where the fanfics were THIS GOOD and left me speechless. Whether you’ve been writing for years or just started, all of you are phenomenal and your work does not go unnoticed. On the behalf of the Cobert fandom, we thank you for your contributions and sharing your talent with us to fulfill our feels. Now, let’s give a round of applause for the Cobert writers :)

P.S. Robert and Cora appreciate you guys too ;) lol

#Cobert #Cobert Writers #fanfiction #Cobert Fandom #Thank you

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searchingforbucky · 5 years ago

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The Research Paper ✎

Chapter: Match Made in Heaven

Warning: Procrastination, awkwardness

A/N: wow, okay! So here it is! The first chapter of by @bucky-smiles secret Santa for @thebookwormslytherin ! You guys don’t even know how scary this is, but also so so exciting! Reminder, this is my first time writing, so please be nice lol. This chapter is sort of a set up for this future ones, I hope you guys like it! 🌟

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“That’s it for today’s class. Reminder, your final research paper is due on March 27th, the last day of classes. I will not accept late submissions. I’ll see you all next week.” Says the professor, in a way that makes it seem as though he’s begging for someone to ask for an extension.

A wave of anxiety washes over Y/N as she packs her bag, one that she knows won’t leave her until she’s done with the paper. “Why would someone assign a paper to be due the week before finals? It’s like he wants us to fail!” She exclaims “Does he not understand that we’re all taking like 3 other classes that also have tests?”

“Calm down. We have plenty of time.” Steve says confidently as he walks beside her in the hall “besides, I told you that you should have started earlier, but no, you wanted to wait until the exact moment you start to panic about not having enough time.”

She rolls her eyes, yeah, so what if she's waited until two weeks before the due date to start... and chose a topic that she knows nothing about...when she had since the beginning of the quarter. It’s basically the law to procrastinate and make bad decisions when you’re a college student!

“Like I said, Bucky knows a lot about the subject, he’s minoring in American History. Anything he doesn’t know himself, he knows where the book is that has the information. He’ll help you finish in no time.” they both stop outside of the door.

“So you’re saying a guy I’ve never met is willing to help me research, write, and finalize a 20 page research paper. Just for fun?” She asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Buckys a good guy, besides, he owes me. And because I’m such a good friend, I’ll cash in on my favor go help you out, you’re welcome. I’m headed to lunch with him right now, I’ll bring it up.” Steve says as he slowly walks away from her.

“Aren’t I lucky, you better be right Rogers. This is my last year, I can’t afford to fail!” She yells after him.

As she walks away, she knows she should be grateful for Steve, but there’s a nagging feeling that he won't be a normal study buddy. She just hopes this Bucky guy is as much of a life saver as Steve thinks he is.

Bucky Barnes, student librarian, the proposed expert on American History, and according to Natasha “the cutest boy you’ll ever see, just wait”. Here he is laying face down in a pool of drool at his library desk. Charming.

“Um, excuse me?” Y/N asks quietly, lightly tapping his shoulder.

He startles awake, and she can see his cheeks start to tint pink. He’s definitely a looker that boy.

“Wha- Oh- Sorry. What can I help you with?” He asks while rubbing his eyes tiredly. It’s late on a Monday night, she can’t imagine how boring it must be to work in a library.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, Steve’s friend. You’re James right? I’m here to see if you could help me on my research paper.” She asks nervously, wringing her hands together.

‘Please be him, and please know what I’m talking about’ she thought, this wouldn’t be the first time she relied on Steve to do something for her, only to be embarrassed in the end, she shudders at the thought of her first frat party freshman year and how it left her stranded at a strangers house covered in booze.

“Right, sorry about that, I had my morning class today, definitely wasn’t a great idea to have a late shift.” He mumbled the last part more to himself than anything. He looks at her, taking her in “Steve said you had a paper on World War 2 to write? He said, and I quote, “my useless knowledge may come in handy. How much do you have so far?” He questions. She can tell by the way he avoids her eyes that he’s a shy type.

“Yeah ...about that… I may not have started yet...and I may have slept through that section on class…but I remember the basics from highschool!” She smiles awkwardly, internally cringing at the amount of work she realizes she is asking of this guy

He stares at her with a blank face, waiting for her to say nevermind, internally begging her. When she doesn't, he sighs, resigned to the fate of having to teach her over 5 years of history.

“...Okay, well, when is it due?” she can tell he’s hesitant when he asks, which is valid considering her answer.

“Oh, you know, I’m like a week and a half.”

5 years of history ...in a week. Shes lucky he owes Steve. And that she’s cute…..but he’s not gonna tell her that.

And so they set it up. For the next two weeks, every time he has a late night shift, which is every other day, they will get together for 2 hours to work on the paper. On one condition, she brings him coffee from the Coho down below. She can handle that, she’ll bring the coffee, and he’ll bring the knowledge. Match made in heaven.

#bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky fic #bucky barnes #bucky #bucky barns imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #searchingforbucky #research paper #bucky barnes au #college!bucky

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themidnightdisaster · 4 years ago

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Slurp's Nanowrimo Journal

Day 1 of Nano

Woah there i was able to write three chapter outlines and gave all my characters their own professions and some traits.

I'm being productive icb. Hoping to finish these chapters before the week ends.

Q1 : What was your first piece of writing?

Overall in literature I would say it's a script for the trailer we made during the 7th grade. *im cringing on grade 7 self fr*

Then in fiction novel, a university au with my classmates as characters I wasn't able to finish it though.

Day 2 of Nano

Was able to write only like 200 words to end the first scene bc i taught my sis for her modular classes.

: ( hope i can make it up tomorrow.

Q2 : What time of the day are you most likely to write? Why?

If it isn't curious with my username, during midnights. The only time of the day where everyone is asleep and my surroundings is peaceful as well. Kinda not healthy but yea, I've been used to it since the start of HS when I'm procrastinating with school tasks.

Day 3 of Nano

My days are alr late I havent realized lol.

So I wrote approximately 500 words last night (a record I guess) and I'm going out today so I have a chance to refresh my mind! Wearing masks ofc hehe.

Q3 : Do you plan or just go with the flow? Why?

With social media aus, I don't plan like not at all. With novels, I don't too but I at least write my ideas vaguely especially when I think it's so mindblowing!

I feel drained when planning traditionally for some reason no one would understand and that includes myself. Lmao.

But for this nano, I outlined my chapters and the vague idea dumps are still there. We'll see what will be the outcome.

Day 4 of Nano

I surprisingly broke a record again! I wrote 2184 words today yoohoo! And i think i finally found a 1 hour writing music for me and starting tom ill be using that. Another miracle, i wrote those in the afternoon so thats why im sleeping early today. How i wish silence like this happens everyday.

Q4: Is a word count important to you? Why or why not?

Yep! I like it when I see my progress through time and it motivates me. But like... word count in a chapter? I dont think its that important. Every novel is different. We all have our own ways.

Day 5 of Nano

I finished my chapter 1 by 5 am so i did nothing writing-related today. I started watching a web drama series and binge watched Chicago Med by night (im planning to find the full episodes)

Q5: What's your favourite writing snack/drink?

I usually go with water especially at midnight since im always thinking by that time, "oh my maybe i havent drink water earlier yet maybe i should drink today" and food? Whatever we have in here.

Day 6 of Nano

Was able to write 1/4 of the chapter, yet im not contented bc i wasnt able to reach the scene i wanted to write. Im worried that i would break the streak tomorrow bc classes are finally starting again. Maybe i would go by 500 words per day. This week. Ill try.

Q6: Do you have a favourite place to write? Do you change it up or write in the same place every time?

I just want somewhere silent and peaceful. At night, I just roam around the house and feel the vibe. During the first days of Nano, I'm on my bed. Now, I'm comfortable to write on my study table even during the day as long as I have my headphones on.

Day 7 of Nano

I fucking have no idea how come im super late in this when i started on nov 2. Eh. Weird.

Anyway, i almost got frustrated when at the 23rd hour of the day, i wrote only 500 words for the chapter 2.

So i skipped to chapter 4. Wrote a flashback as an intro and yea, got 1500 words! Unfortunately, didnt add up for nov 9. So its for today.

Q7: Who is your favourite author?

Well, it's a local author from wattpad. Serialsleeper. She's the only author whom I will read everything whatever she writes! Her mindblowing plot twists, the humor, the characters. I love the way she builds up every character she makes, she makes everything relatable even when her forte is horror slasher! One of my unfinished works is inspired by one of her books. How I wish her books gets translated so she can also gain fame worldwide. She deserves it.

Day 8 of Nano

I didnt write anything for today (yea thanks to the bunch of modules for my sis) but im writing atm. Yea. Im writing on my birthday. What about it?

Q8: What is your favourite book?

This is hard... i dont have anything in particular. Like that all time fave. I love all the books ive read in their own ways.

Day 9 of Nano

So this is the day i literally wrote nothing. went out for lunch in a faraway place, had a celebration when we got home, and watched the half of sonic the hedgehog movie. We got some visitors sleeping over here too so i really wasnt able to write anything. We have no classes tomorrow so i hope i can make up.

Q9: What is the premise of your current project?

The nano one? So, it's a film maker who is making an attempt to reunite her old crew from College to join a film festival in their place. Ok its sound so boring yea but the thing is... it wont be easy for her. Why? Well, she left them hanging after the tragedy she herself made.

Day 10 of Nano

Welp im three days late. This is so bad. Today. Nov 13 i started writing again. And... i want to survive this chapter today !!!!

Q10: What is your favourite genre to write? Why?

Slice of life? That's where I relate to. Friendships, to be exact. A romance story that only not focuses on the romance itself, but also the characters' friendship with others. That's where I guess, comfortable writing about. I got the experience, I got hurt because of friendships too. So there.

Permanent Note : came across this amazing idea by @emotionalfig that i will be answering in the every day! Yay, go try it too!

#nanowrimo #writing journey #let me finish this novel dear universe

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downn-in-flames · 5 years ago

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let’s keep it casual

this was written for a trope stew challenge on @hpfanfictalk - my assigned tropes were 1) roaring rampage of revenge, 2) snowball lie, 3) friends with benefits, 4) it's personal, and 5) mistaken for betrayal. somehow, i think i managed to squish them all in here :P

read it on: hpft | ao3

[Tuesday 10 May, 15:04]

james potter: u up?

lily evans: it’s 3pm

james potter: good observation

lily evans: you need to get more creative with your ‘hi i’m bored can you come over and fuck me’ lines

james potter: did it work though?

lily evans: be there in 15

[Tuesday 10 May, 16:42]

sirius black: ran into lily in the lobby a few minutes ago sirius black: tell me, when are you going to finally own up to the fact that you fancy the shit out of her and aren’t just casually fucking her with no feelings involved

james potter: hmm, but see, that would require that statement to actually be true james potter: seriously, it’s just hooking up james potter: we’ve got a good thing going, i’m not going to ruin that by catching feelings

sirius black: ~catching~ feelings? sirius black: dude sirius black: feelings have long since been caught sirius black: by both of you

james potter: ur wrong but i’m not arguing that point with u anymore

sirius black: because your counterarguments are shit and you know it

[Wednesday 11 May, 20:53]

lily evans: i’m going to kill him i’m going to kill him i’m going to kill him lily evans: I’M GOING TO KILL HIM lily evans: give me ONE good reason not to commit murder right now

james potter: you can’t fuck me if you’re in prison?

lily evans: damn you have a point there

james potter: also why are you contemplating murder, that seems extreme

lily evans: two words for you: severus fucking snape

james potter: that’s three words

lily evans: do you want me to kill you too, bud??

james potter: you can’t fuck me if i’m dead james potter: but seriously, what did that greasebag do

lily evans: remember when i beat him to checking out the last copy of that chemistry research journal from the library?

james potter: i believe you described it as ‘the most victorious day of the semester to date’

lily evans: and i stand by that lily evans: but ANYWAYS lily evans: the creepy fucker SNUCK INTO MY ROOM and STOLE IT lily evans: and had the nerve to leave me a fucking LOVE NOTE in its place

james potter: he left you a love note?? james potter: what does it say?

lily evans: that is not the part of this story you should be fixating on lily evans: he wheedled his way through the front desk security and came into my room and WENT THROUGH MY STUFF lily evans: not to mention, the damn journal is still checked out in my name lily evans: so if he doesn’t return it on time, I’M going to have to pay for it lily evans: those things are expensive as FUCK

james potter: what a fucking twat

lily evans: i just lily evans: i can’t with him lily evans: the creepiness and borderline obsession with me is one thing lily evans: the fact that he acts like i owe it to him to be in love with him is another lily evans: but straight-up violating my privacy AND sabotaging my perfect reputation with the university library?? lily evans: i’m taking him down

james potter: hell yeah, you show that fucker once and for all

lily evans: wanna be my accomplice

james potter: that’s perhaps the sexiest thing you’ve ever said james potter: ofc i will be

lily evans: will text u when i come up with the appropriate revenge scheme

[Thursday 12 May, 13:02]

lily evans: meet me at the library in an hour

james potter: is this part of aforementioned revenge scheme?

lily evans: obviously

james potter: i shall be there

[Thursday 12 May, 15:23]

james potter: okay what the fuck was that

lily evans: in my defense it was not supposed to go that far

james potter: mind telling me what you DID have in mind when telling the librarian that we’re engaged?? james potter: because i’ve been wracking my brain and i’ve got nothing

lily evans: she was supposed to give me edit access to my account to fix my last name lily evans: which she did lily evans: and thanks to my BRILLIANT computer skills from there, the journal is checked out in snape’s name instead of mine lily evans: but clearly i underestimated how close i am with the uni library staff

james potter: no shit

lily evans: anyways, what do you want on our wedding registry

james potter: what

lily evans: i’ve got to give her a wedding website link!! she asked for it, i can’t very well show up at the library next week and not have a wedding website for her lily evans: i also ordered a £5 ring on etsy lily evans: it’s huge and tacky and exactly the sort of thing a trust fund baby like u would propose with

james potter: jfc james potter: put one of those mini waffle makers on there james potter: also i’m offended that you think so poorly of my ring-picking skills

[Friday 13 May, 9:10]

lily evans: hi, i have a weird request

remus lupin: that’s always a concerning sentence

lily evans: can you take fake engagement photos for me and james?? lily evans: will pay you in bourbon and chocolate

remus lupin: ……. literally what the fuck, lily remus lupin: why on earth do you need fake engagement photos

lily evans: i need them for our fake wedding website

remus lupin: somehow, that still doesn’t make this make any more sense

lily evans: it’s a long story lily evans: can you though?

remus lupin: *sigh* yes

lily evans: bless u

[Monday 16 May, 8:57]

lily evans: thoughts?? lily evans: Attachment - 12 Images

james potter: wow james potter: those look… really good

lily evans: we actually look like an engaged couple lily evans: like….. go us lily evans: alright, time to upload these bad boys onto the website

[Monday 16 May, 9:12]

james potter: sirius james potter: oh dear brother of mine james potter: who is nothing but kind and supportive and never gives me shit for anything james potter: how are you this fine evening?

sirius black: spit it out

james potter: as you know, i have been pulled into the most hare-brained of schemes with none other than lily evans james potter: and it spiralled into remus taking a bunch of fake engagement photos for us this weekend

sirius black: i am well aware sirius black: you stole my boyfriend from me on what would have otherwise been a chill saturday morning and used him to take pictures in a fucking flower field

james potter: that is correct james potter: anyways james potter: it has come to my attention that we make a Very Cute Couple

sirius black: are u saying what i think ur saying

james potter: and now i feel weird because i kind of... wish they weren’t fake??

sirius black: u ARE saying it sirius black: oh my GOD sirius black: took you long enough

james potter: hey now, you agreed not to give me shit

sirius black: if you scroll up, you’ll see i never agreed to anything

james potter: i can’t believe you’re being so rude to me in my time of dire emotional distress

[Monday 16 May, 15:32]

remus lupin: heard you finally got your head out of your ass and admitted you like evans as more than a friend slash hookup

james potter: i’m going to kill sirius, he wasn’t supposed to tell anyone

remus lupin: he’d like you to know that he never agreed to that either remus lupin: but seriously, it was about time

james potter: :( stop making me feel like an idiot for having feelings

remus lupin: you’re not an idiot for having feelings remus lupin: you ARE an idiot for taking so long to realise you’ve had them

james potter: this is a new development james potter: i only had friendly feelings for her until yesterday

remus lupin: …… james remus lupin: you once woke up in the middle of the night to drive to that 24-hour ice cream shop on the other side of town at 3 a.m. so you could take lily her favourite milkshake while she was studying remus lupin: that is NOT something you do for someone you only have friendly feelings for

james potter: it isn’t???

remus lupin: would you do that for me or peter?

james potter: no

remus lupin: hence, not friendly feelings

james potter: … oh

remus lupin: you are useless remus lupin: absolutely useless remus lupin: truly do not know what lily sees in you

james potter: well that’s mean

[Monday 16 May, 16:53]

lily evans: is it sad that i keep forgetting this wedding website is fake?? lily evans: like, i am putting Way Too Much Effort into this given that it is an elaborate ruse to appease some librarians and i keep catching myself fantasising about a real wedding lily evans: literally what is wrong with me

remus lupin: jfc remus lupin: you two really ARE meant for each other

[Monday 16 May, 23:49]

james potter: wait what do you mean ‘what lily sees in me’?? james potter: remus?????

[Tuesday 17 May, 10:03]

lily evans: stage 2 of burn snape’s life to the ground begins tomorrow lily evans: are you ready?

james potter: should i be prepared for a fake marriage this time?

lily evans: haha no, i promise i won’t spring any fake relationship statuses on you this time lily evans: but now that you mention it… lily evans: check out this work of art lily evans: theknot . com / deerlybeloved

james potter: fucking hell, evans james potter: you went all out

lily evans: umm yeah lol lily evans: turns out designing a wedding website is a really fun way to procrastinate

[Tuesday 17 May, 10:16]

james potter: she used a deer pun in the fake wedding page name i actually can’t breathe

sirius black: the transition from complete denial to pathetic sod happened even faster than i expected

james potter: you are ruthless

sirius black: remember when i was the pathetic sod about remus and you gave me SO much shit about it?? sirius black: this is payback, bitchhhhhhh

james potter: you’re right, i deserve this

[Wednesday 18 May, 19:34]

james potter: truly, evans, i don’t understand why you’re studying chem when you’re this good at hacking into things james potter: in other news, i’m having the absolute fucking time of my LIFE on snape’s reddit account rn james potter: i just wrote a long essay about how i’ve learned the errors of my bigoted ways and am embracing the blm movement and intersectional feminism and i’ve never seen something get so violently downvoted so fast

lily evans: see, this is why i knew you were the right accomplice for this lily evans: keep destroying his internet reputation and trolling his weird alt-right community with all your research and logic lily evans: you’re doing amazing sweetie

james potter: studying human rights law does occasionally have its perks james potter: this, plus ya know the whole ‘making the world a better place’ thing

lily evans: i was about to say lily evans: i should hope the only perk isn’t trolling the internet

james potter: ahahahahah yessss one of the admins is threatening to kick me out james potter: also he keeps using mudblood as an insult and i’m like ??? james potter: what does that even mean??

lily evans: somehow i feel like you don’t want to know

james potter: update i found out, and yes you were right, i didn’t want to know

lily evans: in that case, not gonna ask

[Thursday 19 May, 17:35]

severus snape: Potter.

james potter: fuck i really thought i’d blocked your number

severus snape: You’ve pulled childish pranks in the past, but getting me banned from the Death Eaters Messageboard is a new low.

james potter: i’m sorry what james potter: i don’t know what you’re talking about

severus snape: Cut the bullshit. severus snape: In the process of reinstating my account - with none of my reputation points, might I add, thanks for that - I’ve acquired photo evidence of the posts that resulted in my expulsion. severus snape: I know no one else who would both make a play on words about deer and quote a Taylor Swift song in the same sentence. It was obviously you, you childish buffoon.

james potter: haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

severus snape: I’m not joking around here.

james potter: baby i’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

severus snape: You’re going to regret this, mark my words.

james potter: i shake it off, i shake it off

james potter has blocked severus snape

[Thursday 19 May, 19:03]

lily evans: come over i’m bored

james potter: is this a ‘come over so we can have sex’ type of come over or a ‘come over so we can watch the good place for the hundredth time’ type of come over

lily evans: why does it have to be one or the other?

james potter: touché james potter: omw

[Thursday 19 May, 22:38]

james potter: RED ALERT I HAVE FUCKED UP james potter: you’re 1000% gonna roast me for this and i don’t fucking care because if i don’t tell someone i’m actually going to explode

sirius black: what happened with lily this time

james potter: bold of you to assume this has to do with lily

sirius black: does it have to do with lily?

james potter: ….. yes

sirius black: my bold assumption proven correct

james potter: anyways, we were shagging, as we do james potter: and it was the ~heat of the moment~, you know??

sirius black: i am not qualified to give you sex advice, if that’s where this is going

james potter: and i might’ve accidentally told her i loved her

sirius black: oh fuck that’s not where this was going

james potter: and now i don’t know what to doooooo

sirius black: well, what did you do after you said it?

james potter: honestly i blacked out james potter: i think i backtracked by telling her i meant that i love fucking her and then just like….. left as soon as we were done

sirius black: jesus fucking CHRIST

[Thursday 19 May, 22:54]

remus lupin: sirius is banging his head on the table repeatedly and given that he was texting you a few minutes ago i can only assume you said something on a whole new level of stupid

[Thursday 19 May, 23:01]

james potter: sirius??? james potter: help???

sirius black: i have never gone out on a date with a woman and even i can tell you that that is absolutely NOT what you do when you tell a girl you love them for the first time sirius black: you absolute knob

james potter: so what do i doooooo

sirius black: tell her the truth maybe? sirius black: the cat’s out of the bag now anyways and it’s not like you can make things any worse than you already have

james potter: but we agreed no one was going to catch feelings when we started sleeping together!! james potter: we pinky swore james potter: i can’t break a pinky swear

sirius black: ffs the fact that you two pinky swore on a sex agreement is something i’ll need to give you shit for at a totally separate time but that’s not the most pressing issue at the moment sirius black: my point stands, breaking a pinky swear is still an improvement on the current situation sirius black: just tell her the truth so you two can become that nauseatingly adorable couple and overtake me and remus as the most vomit-inducing pair in college

james potter: ughhhhh james potter: curse my blood-deprived brain for getting me into this mess

[Saturday 21 May, 9:37]

lily evans: phase 4 of fucking up snape’s life starts today - you ready?

james potter: uhhh yeah james potter: listen, are you okay?

lily evans: yes? why wouldn’t i be?

james potter: idk james potter: but good, that’s good

lily evans: yep, it’s good

james potter: how many phases are there to this snape plan anyways? james potter: will i get to know any of the phases in advance?

lily evans: 4 phases lily evans: phase 1 was putting the world back in its rightful order, phases 2-4 are all about destroying the things he holds most dear lily evans: see: his top 5 placement on that alt-right message board (phase 2), and his good reputation with all the chem professors (phase 3) lily evans: (i handled phase 3 on my own, btw)

james potter: fair enough, don’t know how i would’ve helped with chem professors anyways james potter: pretty sure one of them (slughorn i think?) hates me from that one time sirius and i let chickens loose in the science building

lily evans: oh god yeah he definitely probably does lily evans: anyways, phase 4 is sneaking into his room like he did to mine, and you’re gonna leave the note lily evans: he’ll be properly pissed off if he knows you got in, but he’d probably just wank to a note i left

james potter: thanks for the most cursed mental image of my life james potter: but you’re prob right tbh

lily evans: anyways, i’m pretty good at picking the locks on the dormitory windows, so i’ll go in that way and unlock his room from the inside - all you’ll need to do is show up lily evans: tonight at 7

james potter: roger that

[Saturday 21 May, 13:46]

remus lupin: have you talked to lily about the infamous mid-coital ‘i love you’ yet?

james potter: jfc must sirius tell you everything james potter: and no, i’m getting there i swear

remus lupin: get there faster

[Saturday 21 May, 22:40]

sirius black: is everything okay?? sirius black: actually wait i know the answer to that sirius black: you came in soaking wet two hours ago and grabbed the bottle of whiskey from the kitchen and have been blasting all too well at top volume ever since sirius black: everything is definitely not okay

james potter: fcuk lily evans james potter: and not in the fun way james potter: i’m never gonna fuck her in the fun way again

sirius black: what happened?

james potter: rememember how we were sabotaging snep’s life james potter: *sneep james potter: *snape james potter: turns out, she and sneep go way back james potter: motherfucker james potter: sneep is jsut his name now james potter: anyways, she set me up and betrayed me james potter: sneep knew i was gonna be there and put a booby trap on his door, and he and lily were inside LAUGHING at me

sirius black: wait what the fuck sirius black: lily would never

james potter: but she would apparently james potter: she even has pictures of them in primary school together james potter: i just james potter: fuck

sirius black: that’s actually beyond fucked up

james potter: originally this whole revenge on sneep thing was just me following along with lily’s rage james potter: but now it’s personal james potter: the lily revenge plan didn’t have a phase 5, but the james version does james potter: and i’m taking both of them dwon james potter: is it petty? yes james potter: will it actually fix th fact that evans betrayed me? no james potter: but will it make me feel better? yess james potter: and that, i think, is a valid reason james potter: will u hlep me??

sirius black: i mean, i’m always down to fuck with sneep sirius black: but uhh, maybe sleep off the alcohol first sirius black: and stop playing all too well

james potter: okye

sirius black: that was not an invitation to start playing you’re not sorry

james potter: taylor swift is th eonly person who gets my sadness right now i cant’ help it

[Sunday 22 May, 9:21]

lily evans: i called you like 5 times last night, why didn’t you pick up

james potter: i wasn’t aware you’d want to talk to me james potter: too busy hanging out with your bff sneep

lily evans: jfc you’re such a drama queen

james potter: excuse me

lily evans: also god no i’d never hang out with snape lily evans: sneep? lol

james potter: it was a typo that i’m making into an Official Thing james potter: you two seemed awfully cozy yesterday james potter: you know, when you betrayed me and led me straight into a trap

lily evans: ffs i didn’t betray you lily evans: if you would’ve picked up any of my calls last night, i would’ve been able to explain to you that this was all part of the plan

james potter: wait what

lily evans: i had to make you think i’d betrayed you because you can’t act for shit

james potter: why did you need me to think that

lily evans: for the real phase 4 lily evans: i’m destroying everything snape holds dear lily evans: which, yes, includes both his weird messageboard reputation and his teacher’s pet status, but you know what’s at the very top of that list? lily evans: his perpetual wank that i’m going to realise he was the perfect man for him all along lily evans: hence, i have lulled him into a false sense of believing his fantasy has finally come true so i can crush it under my heel once and for all

james potter: that is… downright diabolical

lily evans: i take revenge crusades very seriously

james potter: ok but how do i know you’re not double crossing me again?

lily evans: bc for fuck’s sake in what world would i EVER want to be with someone who treats me like a fucking prize that he’s owed for being nice to me as a kid?? lily evans: c’mon potter, you know me better than that

james potter: it felt SO REAL yesterday though

lily evans: that is because i, unlike you, am excellent at acting

james potter: why do you keep implying i’m a bad actor??

lily evans: because you are lily evans: exhibit a - you told me you loved me and then proceeded to full-on panic so hard that you gave the world’s worst cover up and ran away at the first possible moment

james potter: oh god, you noticed that

lily evans: of course i noticed that, because once again, you are the world’s worst actor

james potter: yikes james potter: i’m sorry, i know i managed to break literally the only rule we had going into this arrangement

lily evans: it’s actually kinda convenient, tbh lily evans: considering i broke it as well

james potter: you what

lily evans: as it happens, i have somewhat recently come to the realisation that my feelings for you are somewhat outside the bounds of what one would consider ~friendly~

james potter: was it the wedding website james potter: is that what did it

lily evans: embarrassingly enough…. yes

james potter: SAME

lily evans: wait seriously??

james potter: so serious i’m not even gonna make a sirius pun james potter: i mean, did you SEE how good we look together?? james potter: evans, we are a POWER COUPLE

lily evans: hell yes we are

james potter: a power couple who takes sneep down once and for all

lily evans: hell yes we are x100 lily evans: come over in a bit? gotta discuss the actual plan lily evans: i may have an idea that makes it even better

[Sunday 22 May, 10:21]

james potter: on second thought, plans have changed yet again

sirius black: i take it this is a positive change sirius black: given that you have now taken to blasting call it what you want

james potter: :)

[Sunday 22 May, 13:05]

james potter has unblocked severus snape

james potter: hey bro i just wanted to say i’m sorry for trying to sneak into your room

severus snape: You’re not my bro. Don’t call me that. severus snape: We both know you’re only apologising because you wanted to get into Lily’s pants.

james potter: not what this is about but go off i guess

severus snape: You’re just jealous because for once, the nice guy did get the girl. severus snape: Apology not accepted, by the way.

[Sunday 22 May, 13:13]

james potter: Attachment - 1 Screenshot james potter: at what point do i get to tell him i’ve actually been in your pants

lily evans: your time will come lily evans: but for now, stop texting sneep and put your phone down so that you can cuddle with your naked girlfriend who’s literally on the other side of the bed waiting for you

james potter: don’t have to ask me twice

[Sunday 22 May, 13:57]

lily evans: hey sev? wanna meet me at the founder’s garden this afternoon?

severus snape: Of course. Let’s do 4.

lily evans: looking forward to it xx

[Sunday 22 May, 18:59]

sirius black: heard sneep had a temper tantrum so dramatic half of the college overheard it

james potter: it was iconic

sirius black: also heard you and evans are engaged now???

james potter: ah, that part is just hearsay james potter: we decided to lean into the fact that we’ve already got a fake wedding website and just throw a fake proposal in there for good measure james potter: it’s still not an actual engagement james potter: but sneep doesn’t know that, and he never will

sirius black: that is so fantastically stupid, but then again, i don’t know why i’d expect anything less from you two at this point

james potter: i am going to buy her a less shitty ring though - not like an actual diamond one, but something in the middle ground, ya know? james potter: if she’s gonna wear it all the time it might as well be nice

[Sunday 22 May, 23:41]

severus snape: You are despicable. severus snape: You stole the girl who was clearly MINE. Lily loved ME first.

james potter: first of all, lily doesn’t belong to anyone james potter: second of all, she picked me

severus snape: And we all know you’re just going to drop her as soon as you get your dick wet.

james potter: not that our sex life is any of your business, but i can assure you that i have already disproven that theory

severus snape: That’s disgusting. I didn’t need to know that.

james potter: i mean, you’re the one who keeps bringing things back to getting into lily’s pants james potter: just wanted to share that the experience is indeed a pleasant one, 10/10 would recommend, not that you’ll ever get to experience it for yourself

severus snape: Fuck. You.

james potter: you know what i think, sneep?

severus snape: My name is Snape. Surely your pea brain can at least spell that properly.

james potter: i think you need to calm down james potter: you’re being too loud

james potter has blocked severus snape

[Monday 23 May, 12:54]

lily evans: fyi the uni library staff sent us one of those mini waffle makers as an engagement gift

james potter: oh my god james potter: best fake engagement ever

lily evans: figured you’d enjoy that

#jily fanfiction #jily fic #jily fanfic #jily #james potter #lily evans #james potter x lily evans #fluff #crackfic #i mean basically #chatfic #also fuck snape #kbyeeeee

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god of the sun [jung hoseok]

requested

word count: 3875

genre: inca god (inti) x hoseok, college reader, modern day, mainly fluff with a bit of angst (for fictional, dramatic, story purposes, you know haha)

author’s note: so, i got this request and was kinda scared to write it because it meant i had to do some research. i have to mention that there are some details that aren’t accurate. i made some things up for the sake of the story, so don’t come at me with facts. i know some of the details aren’t true lol. i don’t know how i feel about this one, it’s a bit rushed and i haven’t gone through it yet for any mistakes and plot holes. but it’s done, so i’m posting it. please give this some love, or at least go through my masterlist for better works by me. thank you everyone!!!!

please do not copy my work. but please like and reblog it. thank you!!!!

when you arrive at your new school to pursue you degree in [whatever you wish to do in college], you honestly expected things to be as normal and boring as high school. by that, you meant that you would only have a few friends, be known as the smart and quiet girl, or the weird girl for that matter, and just chug along with whatever life threw at you.

furthermore, as much as you wanted to find love in this new chapter of life, you had also given up. you always had bad luck with it. your first boyfriend was in sixth grade, but of course, that was a long time ago and you and him were extremely long. many would hardly call it love. your second boyfriend came along when you were in eighth grade. you and him dated for a few months, and many talked about you, but then he moved on with another. and your third and last relationship involved a boy that you never thought you would have ended up with. he was the captain of the school’s soccer team. you were lucky to have caught his eyes because he was popular and you weren’t. you and him lasted almost a whole year. when you and him started your senior and final year of high school, you caught him cheating on you with a junior. and that’s when you realized that you just weren’t supposed to find love.

as sad as you were, you, in a sad kinda way, accepted it. so you didn’t pursue it. however that didn’t stop you from shopping.

when you started college, you did notice the abundance of rather good looking college boys. they all smiled brightly and laughed like their friends were either the funniest of comedians or stupidest of idiots. either way, it lightened the atmosphere of the hallways.

you always looked at them, whatever it was a habit or you were desperate. you hated to think of yourself as desperate, despised it even. but, it wasn’t necessarily wrong.

as you were walking to your first class of the day, glancing at every guy that passed you in the hallway, one in particular caught your eyes. you felt drawn to him immediately, and a weird magnetic pull guided you to him.

this guy was young, obviously. he looked new too. he seemed slightly confused as he turned around in semi circles, as if he was looking for something, or someone.

but it was the way his clear, tan colored skin seemed to glow, especially so when he walked into the beam of the sun that shone through a large window. he radiated heat and warmth, and seemed to sparkle. when his eyes met yours, you were sure that your heart stopped.

your breath hitched in your throat, your cheeks burned with such intensity, you were sure that even though this hot stranger was across the hallway, he could feel it. you glanced around, trying to play it off. anxiously, you rubbed the back of your neck and adjusted the straps of your backpack. you prayed that you had looked away in time, so that he wouldn’t notice that you had been practically staring at him.

much to your surprise, however when you had looked back in his direction, he was making his way over to you. he had long legs so he easily crossed the hallway in a matter of seconds.

the man flashed a warm, shy smile at you. “hey.” he greeted.

you smiled back, feeling a little relieved. he seemed nice at least.

“i’m jung hoseok.” he spoke, holding his hand out.

you glanced at it before hesitantly grasping it, giving it a light shake. you were shocked to find just how soft his skin was. and it was as warm as his smile.

hoseok let go first. “i’m new here.” he explained. “i’m actually lost.”

“which class were you looking for? maybe i can help.”

he immediately grinned. your insides, in response, immediately felt warm and tingly. you were already falling for this man. “i think it’s a math class. with mr.-“ he paused, thinking.

your eyes widened.

“mr. bang, or bong, or byun…”

“mr. bin?” you suggested.

the corners of your mouth immediately started to tug upward. you tried not to smile too much as you watched hoseok’s eyes lighten. he gasped and pointed at you. “yeah.” his cheeks mimicked the shade of red from a shirt a student nearby was wearing.

you blushed too. “i have that class too. we can go together.” you offered.

he nodded. “thank you.” he seemed relieved.

you turned and headed in the direction of mr. bin’s classroom, hoseok trailing along behind you. “so,” he began, “are you new here too?”

you nodded. “it’s my first year.”

“that’s reassuring.”

“it’s nerve-wracking, isn’t it?”

“it is.” he agreed, a nervous laugh escaping his pretty, thin lips.

your heart beat against your rib cage, almost pounding in your ears. something felt different with him, something odd. you had never felt this way around all the other guys and guy friends. sure, you were nervous sometimes and shy, but there was an unexplainable aura around this particular boy. jung hoseok seemed completely normal, like all the other college boys, and yet, you felt a pull to him.

you guided your new acquaintance to the class, laughing to something he said as you walked inside. you looked at the large board in the front of the classroom. the teacher, mr. bin, was sitting at a desk near the front, typing on his laptop. scribbled on the board were the words: “welcome, students! sit anywhere in the room.”

you met hoseok’s eyes before shrugging your shoulders. “where do you want to sit?”

he looked around. “how about by the window?”

you agreed with him and followed him over there. you slid into the seat next to him and began pulling out all your things. “i have a question.” you said to him, opening a notebook.

“hm?”

“are you, by chance, good at math?”

he shrugged, his head moving back and forth as he thought long and hard. “i mean, kinda.”

you dramatically sighed with relief. “thank god.” you said. “i’m terrible at math.”

hoseok chuckled. “then i’ll do my best to help you.”

——

[two weeks later]

you sighed tiredly. you had stayed up majority of the night trying to study for your math test. math was already your least favorite subject, not to mention you also weren’t very good at it. math was hard for you. you struggled with it a lot. and it probably didn’t help that you were a bit of a procrastinator, only for this class that it. you were thriving in all your other classes.

you walk into the classroom, rubbing your eyes with your fingers, trying to rub the sleep out of them. the question “what were you thinking?” bounced around your brain, like those logos for computers and tvs when they’re left idle.

hoseok looked up when he felt your presence as soon as you entered the classroom. he recognized the sound of your sigh, as well as your footsteps. he noticed the slight bags under your eyes. he grew worried.

as soon as you walked behind him, finding your desk to his left, he reached up to grab your hand. “are you okay?”

you nodded, leaning over from your seat to rest your head on his shoulder. “i stayed up all night studying.”

“i could have helped you. i said i would.” he recalled the first day.

you pouted. “i know. it’s just the fact that i decided to study last minute.” you sighed again. “catch me failing this class.”

hoseok shook his head. he wasn’t worried in the slightest, he was only worried about you. you looked dead, and he didn’t like that. with his hand still holding yours, he gently squeezed it. you were barely phased when you felt a bit of warmth come from his hand. what felt a bit odd was how that very same warmth seemed to carry through your veins and towards your chest. you hardly felt it, but when the warmth reached your heart, you felt more energized, your eyelids no longer felt heavy. you lifted your head up, confused, and looked at your friend.

he had busied himself with his notebook, turning the pages with his free hand and looking at his notes. when he met your eyes, he seemed as confused as you. “what?”

you shook your head. “n-nothing.”

----

for the next few hours, you couldn’t stop thinking about hoseok. for the past two weeks, things had been changing. you always felt so warm around him and happy. he made you happy. hoseok made you feel comfortable.

while you had gotten used to it, you still couldn’t explain why you hated being apart from you. sure, you had a crush on him, but there was something about being away from him. it felt like their was an invisible string or a physical wave that tugged on you. and every time it tugged or pushed you, hoseok flashed in your mind. you were often cold when you weren’t around him, and you felt incomplete. you couldn’t understand why you felt this way. it was all strange and new.

suddenly, you felt a burst of warmth and happiness, and suddenly a pair of hands covered your eyes. “guess who?”

you grinned. “hm. i don’t have a clue.”

hoseok laughed and pulled away. it was bright around you again. you turned to see hoseok pulling the chair next to you out. he plopped down, practically tossing his backpack onto the ground. what was he excited about?

“what?” you asked, a nervous laugh leaving your lips.

there you were, feeling complete, whole, warm, happy, only around him you felt this way. this particular way.

your best friend was staring at you as if you were the sun, the most beautiful thing ever to exist. you blushed very deeply, feeling butterflies in your stomach. “hoseok.” you whined.

“i’m sorry.” he laughed too, then looked away.

“have you come here to bother me or to brag about your 100%?” you questioned him, a teasing tone in your voice.

“ah, don’t be so upset about it. i’ll help you study and then maybe mr. bin will let you retake the test.”

you poked your chin up. “i’ve come to accept my 71%. it’s a lot better than i expected.”

“alright, fine.” he said, leaning back in his chair, pushing away from the table. “anyway, what i really came here for was to ask if you wanted to go on a date?”

you almost choked on your own spit. your eyes widened, and you felt your muscles tense. “like,” you began, swallowing the nervous lump in your throat, “a friendly date?” you slowly turned around to look at him.

a look of pain flashed in hoseok’s eyes, but too quick for you to have seen. he put on a smile. “yeah, what else would it be?”

now it was your turn to feel hurt. there couldn’t possibly be a chance that he liked you as much as you liked him, the way you liked him. “oh, but, i would love to go on a friendly date.”

“great. after your next class?” he asked. hoseok didn’t have anymore classes for the day.”

you nodded.

“good, i’ll wait until then.” then he stood up, swung his bag over his shoulder and waved you goodbye. you returned a smile, but felt a small pang in your heart, a small crack. you were in love with him, and it seemed that he didn’t love you back.

----

you didn’t even have time to take a breath after your class ended. hoseok was already at your side, scaring you. of course, he found that amusing.

“jung hoseok!”

he grinned. “sorry.” he finished laughing. “are you ready?”

you nodded. “but where are we going?”

he held out his arm, to which you took, as if he was escorting you to a royal dance. “it’s a surprise.”

you rolled your eyes. “you’re always full of surprises.”

he laughed fondly, “you always say that.”

what? confused, you quirked an eyebrow up. you were pretty sure you’ve never said that to him before. what did he mean?

hoseok noticed your suddenly silence, and felt you slowing down. he looked at you. “nevermind.” he hurriedly replied.

“okay.” you hesitantly continued.

as you followed him to his car, you thought to yourself. you hardly knew anything about hoseok. he got distant or avoided any questions you asked about, whether it was regarding his past or family. his answers were often vague like, “they’re...around.”

he already knew a lot about him, and you hardly knew anything about him.

the drive was quite long, but it was beautiful. hoseok drove on a road with a bunch of trees on either side, flashes of sun shone through the leaves. it was a beautiful trip. but what was shocking was when he pulled up to a trail.

hoseok helped you out of the car, gently holding your hand. you were excited for what the purpose of this date was, or what he was surprising you with. of course, it was hard to guess because of the surroundings.

after locking his car, hoseok did not let go of your hand, not that you were bothered by it. you couldn’t help but wonder, what did hoseok feel when he was with you? he was often giving mixed signals. but most of the time, they were friendly signals, or platonic signals. it was hard to tell where he was at with you. and you were growing impatient.

you followed hoseok along the trail, laughing as you stumbled over a rock and fell into his side.

“careful.” he warned, a fond smile on his face.

he continued up the path, holding tightly onto your hand. the feeling of anticipation grew more and more strong as time went on. but so was you exhaustion. you weren’t the fittest of human beings.

finally, the sound of a steady stream flowed into your ears. and it wasn’t long before you walked into a clearing. it was surrounded by trees, but in the middle of the clearing was the stream of water you had been hearing. the water was clear and beautiful, and reflected the sunlight that casted down on it.

hoseok watched your reaction. you, of course, looked even more beautiful than the actual place.

after gawking at the scenery for a bit, you hurried back over to hoseok. “but why did you bring me here?”

hoseok suddenly seemed nervous. he hadn’t forgotten the purpose of this, but he also had buried it deep into his brain. as much as he had done this before, he was always nervous.

“i have to show you something.”

your smiled dropped. hoseok, suddenly, looked grim, hesitant, nervous.

you followed him over to a patch of grass. it was dead, and you could see old flower stems, withered and wrinkled. “hoseok, it’s just a dead patch of grass.”

he squatted down, tugging on your hand. you copied him, and kept close.

“just, please.” he begged.

you grew worried. “hoseok, what’s the matter?”

“promise me.” he spoke barely above a whisper. “promise me that you won’t scream, or run away, or leave me behind, or forget about me.”

you felt your eyes grow glasser. you had more love for this boy than you could ever imagine. “hoseok,” you hesitantly released his hand in order to touch his cheek. “i would never.”

then, he turned back to the grass and flower stems. you watched carefully as he brought his hands down, hovering over the grass, and closed his eyes. you were confused by his actions, but completely bewildered when there was a orange-yellow glow. the light came from his hands, followed by a burst of warmth. you watched with wide eyes as the yellow transitioned to green, and the flower stems grew stronger and sprouted their flowers again. your jaw dropped. you couldn’t belive it.

hoseok looked at you, his lips forming a smile. “you always reacted like that.”

your head snapped towards his direction. “what?”

then his smiled dropped, and he sighed. “i guess i should explain.”

“yeah, obviously.”

“i know it’s hard to believe this, but i’m a god.”

your eyes narrowed, lips forming an o shape.

“specifically, a sun god. my name is actually inti, but i go by other names as generations come and go, as time moves on. this generation, i happened to choose jung hoseok.”

you were still shocked, baffled to the point where you couldn’t move or speak. hoseok, or inti, continued. “this is going to sound even more crazy, but y/n, we are literally destined, fated to be together. you are my soulmate, as i am yours.”

“a- but- hose-” you tried to get out.

hoseok grabbed your hands, calming you down. “i know. it all is crazy and i know i’m dumping this onto you so suddenly, but i couldn’t wait any longer. since i first came into existence, there was a girl. many generations ago, a girl who looked just like you do was my wife. she was my moon, my love, my soulmate, but you weren’t immortal. you were just like the humans were, and i am cursed to watch you die, over and over again. a few generations after that, i came across another girl, one who looked just like her, and she acted just as she did. and i fell in love again.” he sighed. “i made it my purpose to find her every single lifetime, so find that same person, to feel complete once again.”

you felt tears in your eyes. “ho-hoseok.”

he smiled, a tear slipping from his eye. “you feel it, don’t you? the pull. we’re literally drawn towards each other. some magic that pulls us together.”

you did feel that, in fact. it was something that you had felt since the very first day when hoseok stumbled into your life. you didn’t want to think much about it. you assumed it was because you were in love with him so you were being delusional. turned out, that was not the case.

realizing that you hadn’t moved or said a word since hoseok had spoken, you nodded. you were shaking slightly, still in shock, but you managed to keep your head up and nod. “yes.”

hoseok grinned, face and posture full of relief. his grip on your hands loosened. he was no longer afraid that you would slip away, run out of his life. he would be heartbroken for many years, until he was able to find the reincarnation of the love of his life again.

“i’m going to need lots of time, hoseok.”

his bright aura dimmed.

you smiled encouragingly. “just to wrap my head around everything. it’s a lot to take in. but don’t worry.” you pulled him closer, laughing slightly as you felt your nose begin to run as more tears flooded your eyes. “i won’t leave.”

hoseok released a heavy breath. “i swear, every hundred years, my love for you only grows stronger.”

you blushed. “really?”

you felt special, you weren’t going to lie to yourself. you were destined to be in his life. in anything, you were more shocked that you were a reincarnation of a goddess, another being a long, long, long time ago. you kept coming back, and each time, hoseok, inti, found you. it was meant to be. you couldn’t help but think of your past selves, the ones before you, how you found hoseok and fell in love with him, and spent the rest of your life with him.

“hoseok,” you whispered, “does it hurt when i pass away, and you’re left alone again?”

he shrugged. “it does hurt, and it’s sad to witness, but i know that i’ll just see you’re beautiful face again in a few decades, and that’s what keeps me going.”

“that’s kind of romantic.”

he smiled at you, eyes gently and full of love. “you’ve said that before, many, many years ago.”

“because it’s true.”

he nodded. all hoseok could think of in that moment was that he was once again complete and in love.

----

[many weeks later]

you groaned tiredly, rolling over onto your other side. your body felt heavy, and you were content at how warm you were. you felt happy, warm, and all things positive and right. and just as you were slipping into another nap, an arm wrapped itself around your waist and stomach, pulling you onto your back. a second later, a pair of lips touched the corners of your own. a quiet groan echoed from your throat as you tried to pull away. “hoseok.”

his laugh was like music. “wake up.” he said.

“i don’t want to.”

“but we’ve already napped twice. it’s already late and we haven’t done anything.”

“hoseok, we don’t have to be doing something all the time.” you mumbled, prying open your eyes. “sometimes it’s best to just sit back and relax with your true love.”

he blushed at your words. as a response, he nudged his fluffy head underneath your chin, earning a laugh from you. his hair was tickling your neck. “hey!”

he grinned, cuddling closer to you. after torturing and tickling you, making you laugh, he pulled his head up, pressing a kiss to your cheek. you smiled and returned it. “i’ve been wondering.” you suddenly said, breaking the comfortable silence.

“what were traditions like back then?”

hoseok’s eyebrows knitted together with confusion. “what do you mean?”

“like in your time, the time of the incas. did people do sacrifices? or prayed to you? were their celebrations in your name.”

“you could just look all this up on the internet, you know.”

“i could, but i want to hear it from you. for all i know, the entire internet made shit up and is lying about you, or saying ‘facts’ that aren’t actually true.”

hoseok thought to himself, you could see it in his facial expression. “there’s not much to say, actually. but there’s actually a holiday that still celebrates me, to this day.”

your eyes widened. “really?”

he nodded. “this year it’s in june. the ‘celebration of the sun’.” he sighed, quite sadly. “although anything that is related to the inca is slowly dwindling and fading out. as time passes, it get lonelier and sadder. i don’t see any of my relatives, or fellow gods and goddesses as much anymore. we’re more focused on blending in, you know? making sure no one recognizes us, making sure we stay out of sight, not be noticeable, things like that.”

in a comforting manner, you gently pressed a kiss to his lips, rubbing his shoulder slightly. “that’s kinda sad, hoseok.”

he shrugged, completely wiping his weary expression from his face. “it’s not a big deal. it gets easier.” then he smiled. hoseok’s eyes were bright, and twinkled with love. “besides, i get to see you. i get to look for you, and fall in love with you all over again.”

you blushed. “a true love story.”

he kissed your lips once more. “my only love story.”

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