#also i have hella homework and studying that i simply have not done and will not do. uwu

[southislandwren]

I know its because I'm hopped up on caffeine right now but my priorities are sooo fucked up right now. but also once I figure out what the hell bias and dark frames are its all over for you bitches

[applejongho]

a vampire's guide to blood dealing | bang chan

genre: humor, supernatural, adventure, dumbassery

pairing: vampire!chan and female vampire!reader named Mei (platonic)

description: Newly turned vampire Chan and old vampire Mei form a friendship through their shared hunger for blood, but can’t help but get into wildly bloody situations as their friendship blooms.

word count: 5.9k

warnings: mentions of blood, vampires, swearing, (a small amount of) violence

author's note: SURPRISE, I'M YOUR SECRET SANTA @meiiyue!! Did you guess me correctly when you had a hunch as to what my identity was at the beginning of the month? ;) You've made my month of December so much fun and I can't wait to start talking with you not behind my chanon pseudonym >:) anyways, chan and mei being dumbasses together, I had a HELLA fun time writing this and I hope you smile when reading <333

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SHE HAD KNOWN when the tea on his desk, next to the scattered medical papers and signatures that bound people to donating blood, was just a bit too red for any normal tea.

There was also the fact that the tea smelled like blood, but then again, everything smelled like blood at a blood drive. Being a vampire, Mei had to pinch herself every few minutes so she didn’t salivate all over the floor and reveal her bloodthirsty identity. She had no idea how the biology major that was running this drive, and also clearly a vampire by his red tea - Christopher “Chan” Bang - was holding himself together. Perhaps the tea was what kept him tethered to reality. But a vampire running a blood drive - that was the act of a being who had lost his mind.

Mei sat in Chan’s desk chair in his office - a white, cramped, doctor’s office that smelled like hand sanitizer - waiting for Chan to realize she was there. She had her feet propped up onto the table, black boots obscuring what seemed to look like calculus homework or chicken scratch. She couldn’t tell. So he studied here as well. Mei couldn’t help but laugh as she looked around his office: paintings of instruments that looked like they came straight out of a museum adorned the walls, a printer sat in the corner that looked like it would fall apart if it was asked to print one more paper, and a coffee pot with stains that would likely never come off. This was most certainly the living space of a tired and stressed college student - he had hidden his vampirism well. She doubted he even used the coffee pot anymore, Mei herself couldn’t bring herself to swallow anything except for blood.

She wondered how she hadn’t noticed the other vampire sooner. But now that she had found him, she was determined to befriend him and possibly help him; he couldn’t have been a vampire for too long. Mei shuffled her feet so they sat over some chemistry homework instead. She hoped she looked intimidating because it would have been embarrassing for a two-hundred-year-old vampire to not strike some sort of visceral and primal emotion into a baby vampire.

Like on cue, Chan entered the office with such frantic movements that she swore he would trip on himself. He had tousled black hair and a white lab coat snug on his shoulders that looked a little too perfect to be a real lab coat, like one a small kindergartener would wear on career day. He also carried a clipboard, and seemed to notice his franticness before he noticed Mei because he made eye contact with her but was much too delayed in his reaction to say anything until at least a few seconds later.

“Hello?” He said after a few seconds, staring at her. He looked like he was going to pass out with her feet on the table, or maybe he was just startled that someone was so confidently intruding on his space. Mei kicked her feet back onto the ground.

“Hello,” Mei said in greeting, then gestured to Chan’s cup of tea on his desk. “May I ask what kind of tea this is? It has such a wonderful taste. I couldn’t help but have a taste.”

He looked like he was going to pass out. “It’s a really, um, exotic flavor,” Chan said, placing his clipboard down on his desk. Mei glanced at it. It looked like a medical form. “You wouldn’t like it. Or, no, I’m really surprised you like it.” His voice had a clear accent - British? Mei was slightly surprised he wasn’t asking why she was in his office. He was probably too worried over the tea.

“Oh, it was bloody delicious, whatever it was,” Mei said. Chan looked like Mei had just found his illegal drug stash. “Okay, I’ll stop teasing. I’m a vampire. And I’m going to be terrified if you’re not also a vampire because it would be weird if you were a human drinking blood.”

Mei hadn’t realized Chan was on edge until his shoulders shrunk down a few inches and he gave a small smile. He was refreshing to see at ease - Mei was far too used to people being scared of her. “You are?” He asked in that hopeful fledgling tone that made her heart clench.

She nodded. “For two hundred years. I’m assuming it’s hardly been a month for you.”

She could tell he tried not to be phased by her age. It was routine for humans and young vampires to not be able to comprehend her age. “Three weeks, actually,” he laughed nervously. “I signed up to run this a few days before I got turned. I would have never accepted had I known...”

He trailed off, but Mei understood. “Baby vampires are usually more thirsty than adult vampires, and even I felt a little unhinged walking by all of the vials. I can’t imagine how you feel.”

Almost on cue, Chan reached for his tea cup and took a long, quenching drink. Mei watched him drink. He let out a breath after he finished, and his hair flopped in front of his eyes. “It’s painful,” he said simply. He let out a nervous laugh and scratched his head. “I was going to come in here for a break from the smell. But you’re here.” He stared at her for a moment, and Mei could see the gears turning in his brain. “Can you help me?”

It was such a vague question, but Mei nodded with certainty. Can you help me be a vampire? Can you help me not kill everyone in this blood drive, because I seriously might? “Let’s first give you a mask to wear. Like one of those disposable doctor masks?”

“I already thought of that, it doesn’t work,” Chan groaned, but Mei shook her head at him. 

“Do you have gum?” She asked. “Peppermint flavored?” He wordlessly gestured to the main drawer in the desk, confusion etched onto his face.

Mei pulled out the gum. “I know you don’t want to eat it, and you don’t need to.” She unwrapped a piece, but threw out the gum, holding out the wrapper for him. “Stick this into your mask. I don’t think it will mask the scent completely, but it will certainly be a distraction.” She raised her eyebrows at him and urged him to take the wrapper. He took it, looking at her with wariness stretched across his face.

“Really?” He asked, pulling a blue mask out of his lab coat. He grinned and slipped the mask on, sticking the wrapper in it.

“Absolutely,” Mei said, not absolute at all. She had thought of this out of the blue. He seemed to relax at her certainty.

“Thank you,” he said. Even with a mask on, Mei could tell he was smiling. It was a smile of gratitude, a smile of being seen. “It’s... it’s so relieving that there’s another vampire on campus. It’s nice to know you’re here. Even if you broke into my office and ominously waited for me in my office chair.”

“That’s what I’m here for, I suppose,” Mei laughed. “I would say that I’d help you with the blood drawing, but I’m a music major. I certainly don’t have any license to perform anything related to human health.”

“Can you help me pack up the vials after the blood drive is over?” Chan asked quickly. “It’s just me and two more people, and they’re assigned to clean up. I’d trust you to, you know, not tamper with them.” Mei noticed he avoided saying the word blood. He must have been fighting his thirst harder than what he was letting on.

“Yes, and take another sip of your tea,” Mei recommended. He did so, rather rushed. He wiped his mouth and pushed his mask back on when he was done and gave a cooky grin that she could see through his eyes.

"I have to get back to... the blood tests, but I suppose you can stay here." He stood, silent for a moment. "Feel free to do my chemistry homework if you're bored."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Mei said sweetly, causing Chan to give a snarky eye roll. Then, he exited the room to continue with the blood drive.

Nearly six months later and with another semester gone by, Chan and Mei had formed an unlikely, yet close friendship. Mei preferred to say they were blood-bound because between Mei's music theory classes and Chan's cellular biology homework, the two of them had no academic similarities. They had first hung out together in the library of the university, both always carrying opaque flasks of blood that felt like an inside joke between the two of them. They had upgraded to spending a few weekends together, and now they were practically inseparable. Chan knew all of Mei’s quirks, like how she had to practice guitar in the mornings and piano at night, or how she had to always be in the same practice room to get anything done. Mei knew Chan’s sense of humor, which was essentially knowing his entire personality - quick puns that could slip by as casual comments, or teasing that was prolonged and never-ending. He had gone an entire month speaking in a British accent when Mei had mistakenly called him British. There were certain phrases he had taken upon himself to abuse profusely.

“Bloody hell, I’m Australian!” He had told her, giving a teasing grin. “Aren’t you old enough to have traveled to other countries to know their certain accents?”

“I’ve been all over Europe,” Mei had corrected. “Mostly Spain, Portugal, and France, and not so much Britain. There are so many different dialects of English in Britain that I had just assumed that your accent was from there, so shut up.”

Chan had taken a sip of his blood tea and had given the evil look of a taunting younger brother. “Then I suppose your mind isn’t as sharp as you thought it was. It makes sense, considering you’ve been un-alive for more than two centuries.”

“I’m going to stake you,” Mei had said sweetly.

Another fond memory was when they had gone to a museum so Mei could narrate what actually had happened in history as they walked through exhibits. What they discovered instead was a love letter Mei had written to a female lover when she was a young vampire that had an entire exhibit to itself. And, as historians usually were, they had erased the gay undertones of the note. Chan had to stifle giggles as he read an excerpt from the exhibit’s description that very proudly declared the note full of heterosexuality, while Mei had to hold back on murdering every employee in the museum. Mysteriously, that was the last time they had ever gone to that museum.

Yet none of these experiences or moments could top the underground blood ring.

Mei and Chan, during the semester, stole small amounts of blood from the monthly blood drive a few biological science majors held, enough to keep them satisfied for at least until the next blood drive. But now the spring semester was ending, and unlike winter break, summer break was much longer and hotter. Neither of them loved going outside because, as vampires, too much time in the sun would make them thirstier and sometimes blister.

“So what should we do?” Chan asked, sitting with his legs crossed on Mei’s couch in her apartment. “You’ve been a vampire much longer than I’ve been one. What have you done in the summer?”

“Back when I got my last degree, cameras were really terrible and too weak to see me,” Mei said, squinting while reading something on her computer. Mei had gotten a creative writing degree back in the 80s in Spain, and a history degree in the 60s. She liked to point out frequently that she would have gotten many more degrees, but sexism prevented her for a long time. “Which had made it much easier to steal blood or drink from a sleeping person, regardless of the season. But cameras are much better nowadays, and while they still wouldn’t be able to see either of us that well, they would see things being moved around and possibly changes in shadow. And we don’t want that. Also, with you being a new vampire that’s not an expert at stealthily drinking blood from someone, we can’t just have you slinking around peoples’ houses at night.” She sighed and shut her computer, then gave Chan a look that made his spine dance.

“I have a few ideas, but none of them are that ethical or easy,” she said, grimacing. “Do you have any?”

Chan pursed his lips. “I could try hosting another blood drive?” Chan suggested, then discarded the thought. “Or we could go to the hospital I intern at and steal blood from there.” He said that calmly, normally, and Mei was a little shocked at how nonchalant he had become regarding blood acquisition. He used to cringe when Mei gave crazy stories of how she had taken blood from people.

“Hospitals should keep their blood, though,” Mei said, ignoring Chan’s surprised expression. “It’s one thing to take a few blood vials from healthy college students. It’s another to withhold a hospital’s stock that could potentially save someone’s life.” Chan wanted to mention that the blood collected from the university’s drives eventually made it to the hospital, but he didn’t want to create an ethical debate. They were already unethical as it was, being undead beings that drank blood.

“Okay,” he said, sighing. “So what are your ideas? Because those are mine.”

Mei gave a little smile, and Chan got nervous. “Mei, what are you thinking?”

“I was thinking of an illegal blood ring,” Mei said casually, then folded her arms over her chest and frowned at him when Chan gave an expression that was equivalent to her saying she had murdered someone. “I know your track record is perfect, but as a desperate vampire, I don’t know what else to tell you. Would you rather starve?” Chan opened his mouth to speak, but Mei held up a hand. “Hear me out.”

A million thoughts were running through his head, but Chan did as she said. She was right, he did have a perfect track record because it was imperative for someone that wanted to go into medicine that it was spotless. A blood ring was the perfect addition to his record if he wanted to throw away his degree and any chance of employment.

“There are more blood rings than you’d think, and a lot of them aren’t nearly as scary or dangerous as you might think,” Mei started. “Think of doctors that are fed up with blood donation regulations because certain people, such as gay people, can’t donate blood. Think of psychopaths that want to sell tainted or drugged blood to scrape a profit. Think of people without ID that need blood but can’t get it through lawful means. These are the types of people we’d encounter, and considering that we’re both strong and smart vampires, being friendly with them, stealing blood, and then jetting wouldn’t be hard. We’d only have to do it once,” she said as Chan’s expression darkened with doubt. “I don’t love the idea either, but I think it’s doable. Allow me to ask around, and I should be able to find a place for us to go and get our blood within a week.”

“And what about next summer?” Chan asked. “And the summer after?”

“By then, you’ll hopefully know how to take blood from humans in their sleep,” Mei said evenly. “I should have taught you earlier, but I didn’t. Please, Chan,” she said and gave a look. “Just go with me. I promise things will be fine. And if it doesn’t, we can just change our names and go to university somewhere else.”

“You’re insane,” Chan groaned. There was nothing smart about this plan. Chan could name several things that could go wrong off of the top of his head: the blood they could get would be so drugged that both of them would kill someone in their insanity, they could get caught or ratted out and lose their place in the university, or they could simply get killed by the blood dealers. But Chan begrudgingly agreed with Mei because it was the only plan they had. And blood, as delicious as it was, was slippery to deal with. This was simply one shady deed in a life that would last an eternity. He was too young to understand the small weight of this blood ring that would carry on his immortal life. He had to trust Mei.

“And besides,” Mei said, climbing off of her bed to grab a bag of blood from her fridge, “you can think of it as a heroic job. Maybe we can rat out the blood dealers to the cops, steal their blood, but then tell the police they destroyed it all in a hairy crossfire. You’re not the bad guy, Chan, nor a vigilante. You’re just a vampire that needs his needs met.”

So a little more than a week later, Chan found himself in the passenger seat of Mei’s Toyota, Mei driving like she was on her way to the grocery store to pick up some eggs. “Mei, I don’t know if we should do this,” Chan said, shifting nervously in his seat and rubbing his hands together.

Mei turned smoothly to a dirt road. The highway they had been on before had been smooth, so the new bumpy terrain made the two of them bounce around in the car. It just made Chan even more nervous - this was territory that wasn’t crossed often. “Chan,” Mei said in the same way a mother would soothe a child, “we’ll be fine. Like I said before, I wouldn’t be able to do this alone. You’re here for backup. I told the dealer you have a black belt and can make shit fly if things don’t go as planned.” 

“I don’t have a black belt,” Chan felt he had to point out.

“And they don’t need to know that,” Mei said calmly. She turned again. Somehow this road was even bumpier. Chan felt like he was going to throw up. “You’re here for looks and intimidation. And if things do go awry, you look strong enough to do damage.”

Chan groaned. It was night out, and Mei turned off her headlights. It wasn’t a problem because both of them could see fine during the night; it was so no one else could see them. “Just relax,” she continued, which made Chan even less relaxed. “Think of the blood.”

Thinking of blood did make him feel better, much to his relief. He sat dazed while Mei navigated through the dirt path, thinking of the result rather than the work he had to do to get there.

Mei parked the car in between some trees and the two of them got out. Mei adjusted her hoodie and sunglasses, which made Chan pull out his sunglasses as well. He felt like a fake criminal putting them on. They only did this in movies. “This way,” Mei said, her voice amplified because of the silence that hovered around them. Trees were everywhere and Chan had no idea how Mei had managed to maneuver the car into the forest. He hoped a quick escape wasn’t going to be needed.

Mei trudged through the forest, Chan following. She led him to an old shack that looked like it was one breeze away from toppling onto itself. Chan had to duck to not hit his head on the door frame. The inside smelled exactly how a dilapidated and abandoned shack should smell like - grimy, slimy, and dusty. Then, of course, there was the smell of blood. He knew Mei could smell it too by how she stood straighter, or perhaps that was to seem more intimidating, because Chan had just noticed a few more figures already in the shack.

“I presume you’re Em and Bert,” said a cool, feminine voice across from them. The blood dealer.

“Bert?” Chan growled, quiet enough so that only Mei could hear, but she only smiled.

“That’s us,” Mei said, her voice devoid of the humor and carefreeness it usually held.

Even in the shadows, Chan could see the other woman give a smile. Despite the hood and mask she wore, the blood dealer wasn’t too incredibly intimidating. Chan thought she was sitting at first, but she was just short. A small lock of curly and blonde hair stuck out from her hood, giving the illusion that she was a small child. He almost snickered, but he was nervous himself.

Then he paid attention to her bodyguards. Three bodyguards were surrounding her, all tall, dark, and intimidating. The one to her right looked like he had muscles that could clock him into next week, while the one to her left had eyes of steel that he could feel scanning him. The one in the middle, right behind her, had the veiniest hands he had ever seen. He imagined them choking Mei or himself and he shuddered. Like the girl, they all had hoods and masks to conceal their identity.

“And do you have the money?” The girl said, a lilt to her voice. Mei nodded and pulled out enough money in cash to pay for an entire semester of school. Chan was amazed at his self-control to not do a backflip in the middle of the shack. Where had she gotten so much? He decided he’d have to ask later, or never.

The girl’s expression didn’t change at the sight of the money. “Put it on the table,” she said, then waved a hand to a three-legged table that sat in the middle of the room. Mei placed the wad of cash onto the table, then swiftly stepped away from it like the table was going to suddenly grab her hand if she didn’t move fast enough. 

Chan was hit with a pang of anxiety. Why hadn’t Mei asked to see the blood first? The bodyguard to the girl’s left pocketed the money. They could be murdered right there, and Chan still had to study for his anatomy final. He glanced over to Mei, who appeared to be unfazed. He gave her a look that he hoped she interpreted as, “do you still have an ounce of sense rattling in that brain?”

He didn’t need her to answer, however, because the girl motioned her hand. The buff bodyguard to her right bent down and picked up a box - Chan’s heart sank - a small box. His vampire senses started screaming because now the scent of blood had a visual paired with it, but there wasn't even that much. At most, this box of full blood vials would last Mei and Chan a month, which was less time than the two of them had for summer. The bodyguard placed it onto the same table where Mei had placed her money. This time, Chan took the case of blood. It was heavier than he had suspected, but it was still so little.

“You promised more,” Mei said evenly, echoing Chan’s worries. “I brought the money you wanted. Where’s the rest?”

“This is all we have left,” the girl said smoothly, and Chan had read enough crime novels to know that was a twisted truth. Likely, someone else had outsold them. And based on the amount of money Mei had given, that was an accomplished feat.

But even so, Chan could smell more blood somewhere, much like a human could smell both cookies and brownies being baked in a kitchen. Was it the blood from the girl and her guards? He didn’t think so, because that wasn’t the case when he was surrounded by fellow university students.

He didn’t have to look at her to know that Mei had smelled as much. Mei’s mouth twitched.  “I see more right there,” she said, pointing vaguely towards the girl. The bodyguards stiffened.

“We have no more,” the girl repeated, her tone stricter than any of her bodyguards’ body language. Her eyes narrowed, and Chan caught the hue of them - blue. “Perhaps if you had offered more money, or if you were a bit more reputable, I would have-”

The girl was unable to finish her sentence, because Mei had darted forward, faster than any human could have ever moved. Before Chan realized what she was doing, Mei already had a hold on a second box, identical to the one he was holding. It must have been hiding somewhere, and for whatever reason Mei had managed to see it.

Chaos ensued. The girl screamed, Chan screamed too, and Mei had delivered a blow to the muscular bodyguard, sending him to the floor. He realized that he was supposed to act the part of the strong sidekick, but Chan’s rationality and legs had a different idea. He was not fit to fight. While Mei sized up another bodyguard, Chan took off running. He ran out of the shack, blood vials rattling violently in his hands. He realized too late that under no circumstances could he drop the box of blood - it would defeat the purpose of Mei’s inception.

To his chagrin, he realized one of the bodyguards, the one with veiny hands, had taken off running behind him, and Chan deliriously wondered if he was good at playing piano as he dove into the dark forest around the shack.

“Stop!” The bodyguard yelled as if Chan would obey. He ran further into the forest, grateful it was nighttime. He could see easily, and based on how the bodyguard faltered around the frequent trees, he didn’t have the same advantage. Chan slowed his running when he saw how far behind the bodyguard was and crouched by a particularly large tree, cradling the vials of blood like they were a newborn baby.

He heard the bodyguard come closer, but Chan had faith that he was hidden and quiet enough to not be noticed. “Shit!” The bodyguard swore when he must have been about ten feet away. Chan remained perfectly still, crouched low, not breathing. He was dimly aware of the spiraling and sharp pain coming from his toes because of the way he was sitting, and he decided to ignore it. Then, without warning, Chan lost his balance and toppled onto the forest floor, the vials crashing into each other and creating a cacophony of noise. It was Chan’s turn to swear.

The bodyguard was upon him within seconds. Chan had barely gathered himself and the blood, and was still struggling miserably on the forest ground, pain exploding from his toes. “Are you insane?” The bodyguard growled, his voice rough. Chan squirmed away from the bodyguard and barely missed the bodyguard’s lunge towards him. He couldn’t tell if he was trying to reach for his neck or the blood.

“Yeah,” Chan answered him, tripping into a standing position, but the guard was too close for him to make a run for it. The adrenaline racing through his system had adrenaline, and briefly he wondered how Mei was doing. Could she hold off two bodyguards and that girl on her own? He wasn’t doing well even with one. His knees began to shake, and for a moment he wished he had never become a vampire - he wouldn’t have ever been in this situation. He wouldn’t have been moments from death or capture.

“You must be truly desperate if you’re willing to steal from people like us,” the bodyguard snarled. “What were you gonna do with it all, resell it? Give it to authorities to rat us out?” He backed Chan into a tree. “Or fucking drink it?”

Chan’s eyes widened, and a lightbulb glowed in his mind with a ridiculous idea. For the past few months, Chan had adjusted to being a vampire, but he couldn’t help but often felt alienated even with Mei being a new addition in his life. He avoided drinking blood in front of a human and even broke out into a sweat when it was in a concealed and opaque container in fear of their terrified reaction. Now, Chan took this opportunity to turn the tables in his favor. He just hoped he wasn’t the greatest fool for doing it.

“It tastes like cranberry juice,” Chan said in a voice that was much too cheery for how unhinged he felt internally. Then, without warning, he uncorked one of the vials of blood and chugged it. He let it slosh around in his mouth as a red sea, he gurgled it, he let it run over his mouth and onto his chin, and he prayed to some god, a god that likely had damned him already, that this plan had an ounce of sense. At least the blood tasted good.

“What the fuck?” The bodyguard choked, which was precisely the reaction Chan had hoped for. Chan kicked out and slammed his leg into the bodyguard, causing him to sputter in surprise before falling to the ground. His head connected with a tree and the sound was sweetly sickening. Chan stood, staring at the man lying unconscious on the floor, staring at his hands, staring at the blood. He must have stood there for a few minutes in stunned silence, before being interrupted by screams and shouts coming from the old shack.

“Seungmin!” A masculine voice shouted, and Chan assumed the voice was referring to the knocked out man lying on the forest floor in front of him. Unfortunate for both of them. A few more screams, and then, “-in the building!”

He heard a crack, and the most horrible, loud sound of splitting wood, metal chafing, and tile cracking overcame all silence in the forest. Chan cringed as he ran back towards the shack, fearful of Mei’s safety.

He emerged from the forest, only to have Mei dart in front of him to seize his wrist. Her hair, done in a ponytail under her hood, had become exposed and frazzled, but otherwise she seemed fine. She was carrying the second box, that special box, under her arm, and Chan wanted to cry with relief. They were both okay, they had done what they had come to do. “Car!” She huffed, then took off running, still gripping Chan. He felt like a rag doll being yanked by his five-year-old owner as Mei dragged him towards their escape.

He threw himself into the car, Mei already driving before his butt hit the seat. He placed his box of blood at his feet and felt out-of-body as Mei drove like a demon out of hell out of the forest and onto the gravel road. Chan had never felt so happy to feel the motion sickness that came from the rough terrain. He glanced over to Mei, who had ripped off her sunglasses. She looked like she had just slain a dragon and was glowing with adrenaline. Chan was filled with the happiness of knowing her. How could he ever have gotten so lucky? He broke into a grin, then began crying with laughter.

“We did it!” He cried, and Mei joined in with him after a few moments. He could hear the tension, fear, and anticipation leave her body as she laughed - a joyful, boisterous, and relieving laugh that seemed to be perfectly in rhythm with the car bouncing on the gravel road.

“We did, didn’t we?” She choked out after her laughter subsided. “But God, Chan, you look like you were shot in the mouth. What happened?”

Chan suddenly remembered his silly vampire distraction, and he burst into laughter all over again. “I scared the daylights out of the bodyguard that chased me by chugging some of the blood,” he giggled. His head was going to fly off of his head in the next few seconds. “It was all I could think of to distract him.”

“Oh my God, Chan,” Mei laughed. “That’s brilliant.” Mei turned, and the car gave a few jolts as it tore into another dirt road. “I destroyed the shack. It was sort of an accident, but it was only a matter of time.”

“And how’d that happen?”

Mei chuckled. "Throwing a bodyguard enough times against a wall causes a lot of strain on the house. I think I crushed everyone in the shack. Oh!" Chan's mouth dropped open as Mei reached into the center pocket on her hoodie and pulled out the wad of cash that she had used to pay for the blood. “There’s this.” She threw it into his lap, and Chan jumped as it touched him.

"Mei!" Chan gasped, unsure whether to laugh or be terrified. "We literally stole from them, and now we cut them short of-"

"Yeah, and they cut us short too," Mei shrugged, having an ethical compass of a seesaw. "Their leader, the little girl, promised me a second box. I was essentially paying for two boxes and she only gave me one. It's only fair. Well, at least for us." Mei stared off into the distance as she drove. "And I bet you smelled the blood of the second box, too. Perhaps she thought she could undercut us. Either way, I hope all four of them are screwed either financially or physically. Honestly, I might have killed the ones in the shack. But now I can pay for my next semester and not die of thirst over the summer." 

She said all of this causally, and Chan didn’t feel like lecturing her. He had sins too, lying unconscious in the forest. Chan also decided not to ask where Mei had gotten her money. He didn't want to, because he knew she didn't have it before this. "I mean, they're blood dealers," he said instead. "I don't think they care about laws or rules. But still..."

"Still nothing, Chan," Mei laughed. "We did it. Can't we celebrate?"

"Ah, two vampire college students stealing blood from a shady group of people that we might have killed. Congratulations to us," Chan said in a mocking voice, but smiled. "We certainly did it. Let's never do it again."

"You can say that again," Mei agreed. Her mouth quirked upward, and she barely suppressed a giggle. "Honestly, I thought we were screwed the entire time," Mei said carefully. "I thought they'd have backup in the forest or around the shack. Me reaching for that second box - that was pure stupidity."

"But we got our blood," Chan said with a note of finality.

"We got our blood," Mei echoed. Against all odds, they had pulled off a plan only a college student could conjure. "If we can do this, finals will be easy."

"Are you sure about that?"

Chan and Mei bickered back and forth over if finals or stealing illegal blood from shady vandals was harder (finals won) until Mei got onto the highway. Homebound and their goal accomplished, the two vampires laughed all the way home. In the sky, the moon's white rays glowed on them, the foil of the sun that they had grown to love as creatures of the night.

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Hey! I dunno if you’re still doing headcanons or nah, but I just wanted to ask! Can I have Yamaguchi, Suga, Kuroo and Oikawa with their male s/o who is in all college courses in high school and he’s hella stressed? Like, some comforting things cuz ya boi wants to cry 😩

I’m sorry to hear that anon, I hope you feel better soon and have time to relax! Sending lots of love, you’ve got this

Yamaguchi 

This boy is no stranger to anxiety or high levels of stress

He notices that you’re stressed and invites you on a day out doing something fun like going to the zoo or ice skating

He only really relaxes when he sees that you’ve relaxed

He orders take out for you two to eat when you get back

He runs a nice warm bath and talks to you in the bath, he finds out what exactly is causing you the stress and brainstorms way to make it easier.

He gives you a bunch of his coping mechanisms, from positive self talk, breathing techniques and meditation to the places he likes to go when he’s feeling particularly stressed  

He makes you lunch daily just to help out a little

He gives you lots of cuddles and encouragement, he also reminds you regularly to relax

He helps out with your homework whenever he can and is willing to help out however else he can too

He may come around and help you with your chores if that’s what you need, folding some clothes or throwing a load on, tidying up, taking trash out. 

He just wants to help, as long as he gets his cuddles he’s happy 

He ropes Tsukki into study sessions so he can help you too

Suga

Suga would notice you’re stressed the second he sees you, he doesn’t need you to tell him or even imply it, he just knows

Like spidey senses but for stress

He’d hug you tightly, sit you down and start preparing you some food.

He’d start by finding out what exactly is causing the most stress, whether it’s the work load, juggling extra curricular activities or just simply understanding the work and keeping your grades up.

Once he knows what’s where on your stress scale he helps brainstorm ways to alleviate the stress, starting with the most stressful thing on your list of course.

He’ll help anywhere he can and if he comes across something he doesn’t understand (say your homework) he’ll help you find support from those who do, such as helping you organise meetings with your teachers or even tutors

Lots of positive reinforcement and encouragement, he’ll regularly tell you that he’s proud of you

Lots of cuddles every night and lots of study dates.

He’d even do a bit of research into your subjects so he can be more help 

Encourages you to have time off for yourself, whether it’s a day or even just an hour or two

He’d prefer a day but anything’s better than none

Kuroo

This boy knows how to handle a busy schedule.

First he’ll get the gross technicalities out of the way, he’ll sit you down and if you have a schedule he’ll look over it to make sure you’re not overworking yourself, if you don’t have one he’ll help you write one

After all that’s done he takes you out of the house, he has no particular plans, maybe taking you into the city or somewhere more quiet.

Just anywhere that you can get some air and stimulate your mind with something besides your four walls and homework

He’ll take you for ice cream and dinner at a nice, cozy restaurant 

After that he’d take you to his and run a nice warm bubble bath

He’d play your favourite music and wash your hair, even giving you a massage after he rinses your hair

He’d carry you to bed and get you as cozy as he can, then he’d throw on your favourite shows or a line up of your favourite movies.

He wouldn’t talk work until the next day.

He’d schedule study dates with you, he’d make sure that you both have fun but also actually get work done.

He’d check on you often, he doesn’t want you getting to that point of being way too stressed again

He insists on a lazy day at least once a week, a day for you to just relax and do whatever you want

Oikawa

Oikawa, when he noticed that you were particularly stressed (which would be pretty early on) would shut your book and decide it was time for a break

He’d ignore your protests and start by taking you to an empty volleyball court, if you don’t know how to serve he’d teach you.

“What better stress relief than hitting a ball really, really hard?”

Plus if he teaches you he’d wrap his arms around you to show you how to hold the ball which is also pretty comforting

After that he’d take you for a walk on his running track, it’s super peaceful and serene and is really just super calming

During that walk he’ll just talk about everything and nothing with you, never letting the topic go to work

He’ll tell you funny stories about his childhood, about something Iwaizumi had said or done, funny moments with his team and intense game stories

When he sees you’ve calmed down and feels ready to head back he orders take out and cuddles with you on the couch, throwing on some light hearted show

If something’s due the next day he’ll watch an episode or two with you before getting the work out and helping you

If he has to call someone else for help as well then so be it he will do that too

If there’s nothing due the next day then he won’t allow any work talk and will binge watch the whole show with you 

He’ll take you to bed, tuck you in and cuddle you until you’re asleep, he’ll help you with your work the next day

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school headcanons with the boyz

whoa, I actually got this done 

Sorry this sucks and is riddled with lots of mistakes lmao

Joe

(I don’t know how to make the text bigger, trust me I’ve tried to fix it but I’m old and don’t understand internet things.)

Studying:

I feel like he’s the type to need music when studying and even goes as far as having a “studying playlist.” It’s mostly filled with normal songs.

“Are you listening to a country roads and toxic by Britney Spears remix???”

“Yeah, and what about it?”

Speaking of his phone, he’ll get really distracted and go on it every five seconds to send you a meme.

He’ll also try and sneakily take really zoomed in pictures of you when you’re busy “being a good, model student.” He thinks he’s good at hiding what he’s doing but he keeps giving it away by laughing and giggling. 

Joe will also do anything to make you laugh and smile, he’ll make really stupid puns and jokes that are related to whatever topic you’re studying. You’ll roll your eyes and shove his shoulder and say he’s an idiot but you’re unable to wipe the grin from your face. 

At school:

Chaotic drama kid™️                                                 Will absolutely force you to join the school’s drama class with him and he’s the most dramatic one there. He’ll audition for every single role in a play or musical, even roles like “tree #1″ or “peasant.” He just loves acting and will do any role he can get his hands on.

Also, whenever he lands a role he’ll burst into whatever class you’re taking and yell, at the top of his lungs might I add, “I GOT IT!!!” All your teachers hate him and won’t hesitate to kick him out.

You guys eat lunch everyday together, in the cafeteria when it’s cold out and outside when it’s warm. Despite bringing a backpack full of snacks (“backpacks were invented to be filled with snacks, y/n” “what about schoolwork?” “........uh”) he’ll still try and steal some of your lunch.

Usually, he’ll put it right back because you’ll have fruit or vegetables and he’ll pretend to gag and throw up. “What on Earth is that????” “......a carrot??” “disgusting” 

Gwilly boy 

Studying:

Very, very good at focusing when he’s studying. Like almost too good at it. Your brain will be fried and you’ll be spinning in a chair at your desk and asking him if you guys can “please take a break.” He’ll shush you and say “one second” and it’ll be minutes later and you’ll ask again and again he’ll say “just a second” and it’ll literally take an hour for him to finally stop studying for a bit and take a break with you.

He’s the type of person to genuinely kinda like homework and he absolutely loves learning. He also loves Shakespeare and will physically gasp and go all “eXcUsE mE???” when you ask him “what’s so interesting about some old, dead, white guy?”

As much as you hate studying and doing homework it’s actually kinda nice and peaceful with him, it’ll be raining outside and you both will have hot mugs of tea and he’ll be reading while you’re doing equations. Also, If you ever need help he’ll totally be willing and help go over the problems with you. 

At school: 

All the teachers love him, he’s very respectful and kind to all of them and always pays attention. He’s also never afraid to ask questions and knows you might be too shy to do so and if you’re lost but don’t want to ask anything he’ll ask the teacher himself after class. Is always willing to help you in general, although he might tease a little first. You know he’d never mean to hurt your feelings and he’s always just kidding.

Also, will 100% audition for roles in plays especially if they’re like remakes of Othello or Hamlet. He really does have a weird obsession with Shakespeare but don’t we all have weird obsessions with old men? (Looking at all ya’ll who say you’d f*ck current Brian and Roger.)

You’ll attend all the plays he’s in and after it’s over he’ll run over to you and start going on and on about how fun it was and he’ll ask if you enjoyed it. Your heart melts a little to see him so happy and passionate. 

Ben!!! :D 

Studying:

Tends to get a bit frustrated, he’s very smart and works really hard to get good grades but sometimes he just doesn’t get what the homework/teachers asking him to do. It takes a bit but as your relationship progresses he gets less insecure and will ask for help.

Hates studying and will spend a good couple hours getting lots of work done but after a bit you’ll look up to see how he’s doing and he’s fallen asleep. Mostly will fall asleep on his bed but sometimes he’ll actually fall asleep at his desk and you’ve gotta wake him up and tell him to go lie down.

The first couple of times he fell asleep you tried to wake him up and tell him you two had to keep studying. He simply rolled over, grabbed a pillow and chucked it at your face... So you know better now  

At school: 

Whenever it’s lunch time and you’re sitting together he’ll always try to steal snacks. He won’t even hide it when he takes a bag of pretzels from your lunch bag with a grin, you’ll pretend to be annoyed and heave a sigh but in reality you don’t actually mind that much. He also has a bad tendency to forget to pack and bring a lunch so you’ve started packing some extra snacks anyway. Do you not mind more because you’re together or because he, himself, is a snack? You tell me. 

Will also be on the school’s football team and will force you to come to every game and practice thing he has. You might have no idea what’s going on but you’re still hella supportive and happy for him. 

Oh, @rogerina-is-hotter-than-me wanted to be tagged in this so here you go. Thx for being really nice and making me that movie poster thing :D -dummy thicc anon 

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The Organic Chemistry Studying Masterpost

 Hey everyone! I’m pretty new to the studyblr community and this is my first “masterpost” ☺

Ochem can be super daunting and a scary course but it doesn’t have to be! I’m in my second (and last) semester of ochem & after getting an A in it last semester, I feel like I have a good idea of what works and what doesn’t work (at least for me). I’m gonna start out with some pretty general study tips and then get into some stuff that’s more specific for success in ochem! There’s also some lil tips within the tips so keep a look out for those. Hope I’m not shouting into the void and someone out there reads this and enjoys!

READ THE BOOK & TAKE NOTES. I know there’s people out there who don’t read the dang book and let me tell you somethin’: you’re missing out! Organic chemistry books are DENSE AF, lowkey boring and there will be times where you will have to re-read a paragraph 12 times for it to make sense to you, and that’s ok, it’s worth the frustration. The more you read it and expose yourself to the *boring* scientific writing, the better and faster reader you will become! The book will probably explain things in a different way than your professor does, and just being exposed to a different wording is super helpful. And when you read don’t forget to take notes, preferably by hand. It usually takes longer but info tends to stick better. If you’re picky with pens and highlighters, find the ones that suit you best and stick with them (e.g. I like my pens with a bit of grip on the page - not too smooth - and absolutely cannot smear w/ highlighters!). They will make note taking so much more enjoyable. Be creative with your note taking and make things as easy to read and information as easy to find as possible. There’s A LOT of info with organic chemistry, and you want things to be clear and concise and easy to follow. 

HIGHLIGHT BETTER. I highlight my notes after I take them, not during, and I’ll do it either a few hours after taking them or the day after. This counts for both the notes I take in class AND the notes I take from the book. Either way, it’s best to review the material soon after you learned it. While I am highlighting I am reading over the material in a super engaged way and use this time to review the material. 

AN ORGANIZED NOTEBOOK WILL SAVE U 15% OR MORE ON CAR INSURANCE. No, but seriously, make tabs in your notebook for each chapter so they are easy to find. Or number your pages and create a table of contents at the beginning. This is super helpful when you just want to review a concept quickly. It makes everything 100x easier to find. 

HOMEWORK,HOMEWORK, HOMEWORK. Do all the homework. Do the homework that doesn’t get graded or collected. Do the problems you struggle with twice, but wait a day or two to redo them so you forget the answer.  No cheating! ;p A lot of your success in OCHEM will be through repetition and working out problems yourself. This is veryyyy different from watching your professor work out problems or someone online work ‘em out. As my math professor says, you can’t go to the gym and watch other people work out and expect to get buff. You got to put in the work yourself. 

ENGAGE IN LECTURE. Go to lecture awake and hella engaged. ANSWER QUESTIONS IN CLASS. You don’t even need to do this out loud if you’re shy or have a giant ass class, whisper to yourself or say it in your head!!!! Actually take in what your professor teaches, write THOROUGH notes, don’t just copy a slide or what they write on the board/projector. Reword stuff in your own words when you can. I like to throw in some cuss words to keep myself entertained. The most important information is usually what your professor says out loud and doesn’t write down, because it’s usually them elaborating really detailed about a certain mechanism or topic. I notice that a lot of students in my class won’t write these things down but these elaborations and details are SUPER IMPORTANT. They can make or break whether you understand a topic! TRUST ME: you won’t remember the shit your professor said once you step foot outside your class, even if it makes sense during the time. Write that shit down!! & A sidenote -- if your professor is gracious enough to blatantly tell you if something is gonna be on the exam, write that shit down too!

KNOW THE “WHY” AND CUT YOUR STUDY TIME IN HALF. Always always always understand the “why’s”. OCHEM will be miserable and almost impossible if you are simply memorizing information without actually understanding the why. It will be so much more work and more difficult to get an “A”. e.g ok yes we know a nitro group is going to be meta directing and deactivating on a benzene ring during electrophilic aromatic substitution, but why????? Knowing the why’s will make it so you don’t have to memorize any information.

READ THINGS OTHER THAN YOUR BOOK. Mastering organic chemistry(dot)com has super simple wording that’s usually funny and not as dense as your chem book. It is a fantastic supplemental reading source. It’s so important to read things other than your text because different resources explain things soooo differently and sometimes all you need is a rephrasing for the info to click!! There’s other resources other than the one mentioned, just do a google search of whatever topic and endless resources will come up, all eager to teach you some thangs. I also like to google certain topics and just hit “google images”. It doesn’t always work -- but sometimes you get a quick glance at a lot of screenshots of info and it can be super helpful and quick.

ONLINE VIDEOS FOR EXTRA PRACTICE AND BETTER EXPLANATIONS. Watch khan academy videos to understand a concept AND to practice a concept. Pause the video when they are about to solve a problem, solve it yourself first (STRUGGLE!! THINK!! This is the most important part of learning!! Work that brain!!) then once you’re finished, play the video and follow along and see if you did what they did. If you didn’t, don’t worry and don’t beat yourself up! It’s ok! It’s better to mess it up while studying than on the exam!

DO THE PRACTICE EXAM TWICE IF YOU ARE LUCKY ENOUGH TO GET ONE. If your professor is gracious enough to make you practice exams, do them as if you are doing a REAL EXAM. give yourself the same amount of time you would have if you were to do it in class, eg: if you have 1 hour in class, do the practice in 1 hour. Set a timer. After you are done, grade yourself. Take a nice break, study up some more and a few hours to a day later retake the exam & do all the problems you got wrong again. Don’t be upset if you get the majority of the problems wrong at first, I usually get half of the problems wrong on practice exams the first time I take them. But you bet your ass on real exams I’ve gotten an A on every single one!

COMPARTMENTALIZE. Like I’ve said before, organic chemistry is loaded with so much information, it can be super difficult to even map this shit out in your head and everything can get jumbled super quickly. My favorite thing to do is to create “summary sheets” of a chapter or a concept. I take my time with this, use my favorite pens and highlighters. I use this as a chance to review the material, express some creativity with my writing and layouts (sometimes being a science major we lack creative outlets!!), and most importantly compartmentalize the information into bite sized amounts. It helps so much!!

UNDERSTAND THE LANGUAGE. Organic chemistry will be a nightmare if you don’t know what the fuck they are talking about. DEFINE EVERYTHING!! This is a random bit I just picked out of my textbook about organometallics: “The carbon-metal bonds of organolithium and organomagnesium have appreciable carbanionic character”. Define organomettalic. Define organolithium. Define organomagnesium. Define carbanionic. Break the sentences that confuse you down to the definitions of things, and everything will become a lot easier to understand. 

TEACH SOMEONE WHAT YOU KNOW. ok it doesn’t even have to be a person if you don’t have anyone around or the people around you don’t want to pretend to listen to you. Hide yourself in a safe place, like your room, and just talk to yourself and pretend you’re teaching the material to someone. If you share a room find a time where you can get the room to yourself or let the person(s) know that you’re gonna be talking to yourself for a lil while. I also talk to myself out loud while I am doing my homework, something about figuring shit out in an audible way helps it stick so much more. I also really enjoy cussing and being inappropriate while learning my material. e.g. when doing mechanisms and an atom “pops the fuck off” whatever it is bonded to & it takes the electrons with it, I’ll always pretend the atom is saying “And I’m taking the fucking kids with me!”. Little things like this keeps me entertained and allows me remember the material/mechanisms really easily as I’m creating a funny and visual aid to the material. 

That’s all I can muster up! xx

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little things— p.p.❥

my masterlist :)

summary  → just a soft and cute lil headcanon of things peter parker would do if he was your boyfriend

authors note →  it’s currently five in the morning and took me about 8 hours to edit this mainly cuz my internet is absolute garbo. ya girl is WIPED.

words  → a lot. i didn’t realize how much and was like dang em wtf??

bringing you snacks at school ALL THE TIME

it varies from fruit, cookies, and your fav candy

he’d go up to your locker and be like

“hey so remember that time you told me that you like the little baby oranges? the ones called cuties? well..i brought you some…cuz you’re a cutie.”

peter would freaking put them in a little baggie and write your name on it in sharpie with a messy heart and a smiley !!

“y/n :) <3″

when aunt may baked something sweet, like cookies or brownies he’d make sure to put some aside for you and bring them to you the next morning

“something sweet for my really sweet and cool girlfriend :) - p.p.”

bringing you water bottles EVERY DAY cuz u forget to and he wants you to stay hydrated and healthy <3

he’d also write your name on the bottles with cute little messages

something like, “stay hydrated, cutie :-) <3″

whenever you’d go to his place, he’d already have your favorite candy that he got from the corner store earlier that afternoon

but peter being peter, he’d snatch half of your gummies

“peter quit taking all my gummies!”

“hey, i bought them so it’s only fair that i eat some too!”

he literally eats almost all of them every single time

usually leaving about three for you

being in the same class with peter and sitting next to him has its perks

like during long lecture days peter would hold your hand under the table the ENTIRE TIME with his free hand

it was his way of letting you know that he was still there

he’d rub small little circles with the pad of his thumb, making your cheeks turn pink

sometimes he’d even randomly poke your cheek in the middle of a lesson if he was bored

peter would have the cutest little smile cuz he knew it made you shy and adored it so much

it made peter feel so soft and fuzzy

there’s no doubt peter would write cute little messages on your notebook

something really short and kinda lame but also cute like “you look cute today :)”

sometimes he’d put “peter wuz here :)”

let’s not forget this boy trying to be funny by making it seem like spider-man wrote you a message

“hey, y/n! peter’s told me A LOT about you. you seem like a cool gal! p.s. i suggest you buy peter those sour gummies he likes after school today. stay in school. - your friendly neighborhood spider-man”

“hahaha funny…i, uh, don’t remember writing that.”

“i’m not buying you sour gummies you probably won’t even share, peter.”

you bought him the gummies.

and this boy would be whiney as hECK if you try and take a peek at what he was writing

“i’m not done yet, don’t look!!”

when he finally let you look he was all giddy and proud of himself

but what he wrote was literally just “hi. you have pretty eyelashes. :)”

you didn’t like to admit it but of course you ended up blushing like mad

and not to mention he’d also full on sketch pictures

the avengers

stick figures of you and him with messy hearts all around

he would even attempt to draw your favorite animal

“that’s a pretty cool duck, pete.”

“wha - it’s a koala.”

“right.”

as much as you found his drawings to be adorable, the majority of the time it kept you from finishing your assignment

“peter please i’m trying to finish my worksheet.”

“but babe isn’t my sketch of me fighting with the avengers super cool just look!!”

this boy would not be able to keep qUIET

ALL he wanted to do was talk to you

you guys would be doing independent work but be allowed to sit next to each other

and he’d move to the back of the class and sit next to you

“heyy, y/n, y/n, guess what?”

“what is it peter?”

“….you’re pretty.”

of course you’d blush like mad and it would make this boy so giddy and happy

one thing about peter parker is that he is CLINGY

very soft and clingy boy

seriously if you didn’t talk to him for five seconds so you could focus on homework this boy would get so pouty

he’d like poke your sides or shoulders repeatedly and have this soft little pout on his lips

and there is no doubt that this boy LOVED it when you played with his hair

he would rest his head on your lap and look up at you with a shy little smiley that pretty much asked you sweetly to play with his hair

you’d have one hand playing with his hair while the other peter would be holding and sorta be fiddling with your fingers as he quietly hums to himself

whenever peter was tired, aka all the time, he’d rest his head on your shoulder during class and snooze for a lil bit :))

if you guys were on the subway or something his automatic move was to rest his head on your shoulder

and of course peter would let you do the same

peter parker was a hoe for holding hands

during the early stages he would be way too shy to just grab your hand

so for a couple of weeks he’d just ask

“hey is it cool if we hold hands?”

“oh, yeah it’s cool for me.”

“cool. thanks.”

then one day, he just laced his fingers with yours when you were at his place watching a movie

you both were so shy and couldn’t stop smiling <3

after that he would either hold his hand out for you or just grab it and lace his fingers with yours

you two would basically always be holding hands

during class which was usually under the table because neither of you wanted to get caught

on the train to school especially if it was too crowded and you’d get anxious peter would rub small circles on the back of your thumb

one thing peter did that you adored a lot was when he held your hand to his heart or his cheek after he kisses it a few times

it made you so freaking mushy

during really long bus rides to decathlon competitions, you’d be all sleepy and resting your head on peters shoulder while he rubs small little circles on the back of your hand to help you fall asleep

if you guys weren’t holding hands, there would still be some form of a sweet touch

when you’re tensed up or feeling a little shy, peter rubs your lower back or your shoulder softly

lots and lots of cute kisses

temple kisses !!

hand kisses

shoulder !! kisses

kisses on the top of your heAd

 freaking !! forehead !! kisses !!

peter was also one hundred percent convinced that hugs solved every single problem

like this boy LOVED hug

“peter, my head hurts so much.”

he’d drop everything he was doing before and pull you into a warm hug while he sways a little and kisses your head repeatedly

"y/n i got a bad grade on my geography quiz, can you please give me a hug?”

“i’m bored, pete.

"oh, okay let me hug you then .”

“babe mr. stark doesn’t think i’m ready to be an avenger, can you please come over and give me a hug for like twenty minutes? :/”

“on my way.” <3

first thing peter does when he sees you at school or something is hugs you

one time he even tried picking you up and freaking twirling you around because he thought it was a romantic movie scene

but homeboy got hella dizzy, making the two of you fall

“well, i guess you can say i fell for you.” he tries winking but just blinks

peter parker can’t fucking wink to save his life

peter also loves being a little shit butthead and taking candid photos of you

you guys would be studying in his room and he’d secretly just take a ton of pics simply because he thought you looked cute

a lot of the times he put effort into the photos and you looked really nice but you also had no idea when he’d be taking them so you’d be completely shocked

“peter what the heck when did you take this one of me?”

“aw i remember that time we went to central park you looked so pretty in that shirt!!”

but he’d also capture really dorky and awkward pictures of you

like you’d be making a weird face and he’d capture it and be all giggly

“hey look it, babe, haha you look so dorky.”

it was a freaking picture of you mid sentence and you looked all weird with your mouth open and one eye closed

he’d also be the type to take snaps of you when you weren’t looking and zoom in all the way

say you were like talking to him about something and you’d realize he was recording mid sentence and get all shy

“yeah so i don’t know what happened but i tripped over my own feet a- oh my god, peter stop it !!” you’d cover your cheeks with your hands as peter starts giggling all cute :’))

you’d be like bopping your head to a song playing and he’d of course capture it, zooming into your face all the way

peter parker notices the little things about you and it is the sweetest, most adorable thing ever

seriously if you wore your hair a different way he’d notice

“oh, you braided your hair— it looks so pretty!!”

“is that a new shirt? i like it. it’s a really nice color on you.”

“did you polish your nails a different color? it looks cute.”

“aw you got a new backpack, cool babe!!“

"hey, did you change your perfume scent? i like it. i mean i like any scent but this smells nice too!”

“did you get new lip gloss?”

“those are different shoes, huh? i like them.”

“you straightened your hair? cute.”

“oh how pretty you put your hair up in messy bun, or whatever you call it, aww!!”

the freaking nicknames

you guys would just call each other by your  names in the early stages for a while because you’re way too shy

sometimes peter would call you a dork if you did something cute or he’d casually say it

“what’s on your mind, dork?”

“you’re my number one goofball.”

“thanks, dork.”

and you’d of course call him pete, even before you started dating

but one time peter called you babe on accident and you freaked the heck out but it stuck after that

the nicknames just kept adding on after that

peter occasionally called you ‘my love which made you turn pink very often and grow shy, which he adored so much

he loved making you shy, even though he was pretty timid himself

when he was “mad” at you he’d often call you butthead

“peter, are you mad at me?”

“duh, you butthead. come cuddle me.”

but when you called him pretty boy or peteylove, it was a whole other story

this boy is SHY ™

he turns pink very easily <3

when he’s shy he usually ducks his head like a lil cUTIE and is all whiney n giggly

“stoppp, i’m not supposed to be shy.”

peteylove’ was more of a dorky meme nickname, mainly just a joke, but it always made this boy blush and you adored it

but when you called him peaches or pretty boy he’d be a blushing, shy mess

oh my gOD peter freaking cups your cheeks randomly and just ends up giggling like a dork !!!

making out is kinda awkward cuz peter is like holy crap i don’t wanna hurt you or make you uncomfortable

but you guys do it anyway and it’s so passionate and sweet

he’d give you so many sweaters of his that you’d lose count

“i thought you already gave me this one, pete.”

“honestly i dunno just take it you’ll look pretty.” cue you blushing, like mad

also he’d give you some socks if it was cold :’))

he’d always want to bake with you or cook even though he sucks and always eats half the cake batter after you told him countless times that it would give him a stomach ache

“don’t even whine peter i told you it would make your stomach hurt.”

“butthead.”

he’d be cliche af and while you’re trying to stIR thE fReaKiNg paStA he’d rest his chin on your shoulder and kiss it multiple times

“go away or no pasta.”

sending you random texts like all the freaking time cuz he’s a dork

they’d consist of pick up lines or random conspiracy theories

“hey, are you ariel? cuz i think we mermaid for each other.”

seriously these texts would be at 2 am and it’s like the fuck peter go to bed bYE

he’d have your notifications on so every time you posted a selfie on insta he’d be the first to comment and like

when he wasn’t he’d ask you to repost it

“wait i was the second one to comment can u repost it?”

the dedication™

never shutting up or hiding the fact that you’re the prettiest thing to him in the entire world

“my girlfriend is super duper pretty, everyone!!!”

“peter, please you’re gonna bump into that tree.”

“wow my girlfriend is so delicate and soft i’m so luc — !!” he fucking bumps into the tree.

someone should take peters phone away because all he does is send random and sweet emojis to you

flower emojis, heart emojis, sparkles

it’s obnoxious but cute at the same time and it’s not like he can help it because he is so !!! lucky !!!

you’re the one person who will listen to him ramble about star wars or science and it makes his heart !!!! freaking explode cuz holy crap someone listens to him and doesn’t think he’s weird !!!

he’d name a star after you but it would be named “dork” or something lame

this boy never stops staring at you

he has his chin rested in the palm of his hands (showcasing his cute little chin dimple that i oh so love !!!) and has a twinkle in his pretty brown eyes

“what is it?”

“you have a cute nose :)).”

really really wants to like the same things you do and asks you questions about your favorite books and even asks to borrow them !!<3 :)

you make him playlists of your favorite songs and he loves it so so much

whenever it’d be silent in a room, he’d look over to you and stick his tongue out :)))

always walking you to class and gives you a hug every single time

“wait babe i didn’t hug you yet don’t leave.”

every day after school he waits by your locker and walks you home even though he has spidey duties. he wants his girl to be safe :))

dreads aunt may having to drive you guys to every date cuz she embarrasses the heck outta him

he gets all pouty and shy but as soon as you hold his hand he smiles cuz that’s his girl !!!!

sharing headphones on the bus/train rides while his hand is rested on your knee

gets hella sad when it’s the weekend and you guys can’t hang out

but when you’re able to facetime or talk on the phone this boy is so giggly and happy !!! cuz you’re his sweet girl !!!

you always compliment his hair or his eyes and he just get so so so flustered and giddy

his face scrunches up and you cup his cheeks this boy gets flUsteRD

whenever you don’t smile he does something super dorky on purpose just so you smile and he’s so in love and haPPY <3 <3

you’re both sO in love and dorky and happy !!

two dorks <3

wow i love my boyfriend a lot goodniGHT

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[julstudies]

how to tackle dreadful classes

yes im back at it again with the horrible intros masterposts!! (honestly im not even gonna try bc the title is self explanatory and im just gonna ruin this post if i go any further oh no i already did it rip)

((WARNING: THIS IS RLY LONG)

1. figure out why you hate this class. is it because you find it boring? you’re not doing so well/you don’t like the challenge? do you dislike the teacher? do you dislike your seat/the classroom/setting? whatever it is, figure it out and then work to eliminate it.

1.a. you find the class boring. this is inevitable because there’s always that one class ;; BUT! you can beat this! throw yourself into the class. find something about the class that you actually like and focus on that for the whole period. examples of this are: your seating (do u sit next to someone cool/nice? maybe a cute person that u rly wanna talk to? [uh don’t let this distract u tho!!]), the benefits of the class (if it’s an ap class, youre earning college credits!! might even help with your major; if its a language class, learning a language is SO important), the setting (is the room aesthetically pleasing? do you get to look out of the window at the blue sky when you’re done with your work?) or even the teacher (lmao i have more teacher friends than student friends). maybe it’s even the fact that it’s’ the first class in the morning, so if you do well in it, it’ll set the tone of your day? idk, just find something that’s not boring and focus on that all period. !!

1.b. you’re not doing well/it’s too hard for you. honey, this isn’t an excuse. even if you suck at a class, YOUR EDUCATION IS HELLA IMPORTANT. once again, throw yourself into the class! find people who are good at the subject and form study groups with them (or just ask ur own friends if ur too scared to talk to new people). TALK TO YOUR TEACHER. dont just sit there crying because you dont know how to solve that equation! ask for help! go on youtube, go on khanacademy, go on kuta, DO SOMETHING. even if you still continue to struggle, your teacher will appreciate the effort! 

1.c. you dislike the teacher. this is probably one of the worst ones lol. why do you not like the teacher? is it because they never call on you? is it because you think they’re too hard on you/they grade things viciously/too much homework and tests? do they always seem to be after you? well, some of these might actually be your fault. many students think that the workload is more than it actually is, simply because they don’t plan and aren’t prepared. or, some teachers target students for being bullies or for talking in class. these are things you can change. however, if it’s something like your teacher never calling on you or coming at you for no reason, that’s something you and your teacher have to discuss. ask them (POLITELY) “i feel like i am targeted/ignored by you during class and it makes me uncomfortable. is there anything i can do to change this?” chances are, your teacher will like that you’ve taken initiative to not only fix your relationship, but ultimately do better in their class. BAM.

1.d. you dislike the setting/your seat. quick fix: if you don’t like where you sit, ask your teacher to move you (dont forget to give a valid reason!! this does not mean lie. i see u) however, if you dont like the actual room...there’s nothing u can do about this; sorry bub! MAYBE if you and your teacher get close, you can help them redecorate one day? this is unlikely but worth a shot.

1.e. if it’s really THAT bad, switch classes, my dude. i know lots of schools have the option to switch classes at a certain time.

2. work to solve whatever the reason is that you hate this class. (mentioned next to each cause above ^)

(i just realized that i didn’t need to number this because there were only two main bullet points)

ok this is literally the worst masterpost ever but !!!!

also: what do do about classes you hate by @tbhstudying!!

[[i really hoped this helped + sorry for the crappy masterpost (’: ]]

-jul

[got7fantasies]

Got7 Imagine: Mark as University / College Student

Requested by Anon

Got7 X Reader

Order from eldest to youngest member

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW OFTEN I IMAGINE THESE 7 BOYS AS UNI/ COLLEGE STUDENTS. THANK YOU FOR YOUR REQUEST! Also, I feel like I’d over-write for each member so I’ll put this into 7 separate posts!

Inbox / Requests are OPEN

Masterlist

University AU List: Jaebum | Jackson | Jinyoung

Mark:

Third / Junior Year Student

Major in Biochemistry, Minor in English and Mathematics

Above-average grades

Best friends with Jackson Wang from the Athletic Department

Known around campus as the handsome chic genius by the females and the chillest cool guy by the males. (Everybody wants a piece of him)

How he commutes to campus: Skateboarding or walking from the campus dorms

Everyday outfit: Snapback, loose hoodie or t-shirt, ripped jeans, vans or nike

Class schedule: Either it’s an 8 am or a 7 pm class. There's no in between.

At school 24/7 because of lab experiments, studying or simply just chilling with his friends

During classes:

Takes his seat by the very back of the lecture hall and close to the doors

Typically an earnest, hardworking student that takes decent notes

Always hands in his assignment on time; fulfills the minimum requirements

Occasionally uses his hoodie to hide himself when he decides to take a nap in between a 5-hour lecture

Has many acquaintances in class but usually is quiet unless he’s asked a question

Has the habit of twirling his pen/pencil

Sits comfortably in his seat and sometimes slouch when class gets boring

Wears glasses

ALWAYS have some sort of snack or drink on the table

Usually, doesn't use his electronics during class aides for academic purposes

ALWAYS the first to arrive and first to leave, rarely late or absent (if he’s late it’s most likely because of Jackson.)

During breaks:

Can be seen around the cafeteria or at the school's common area with his friends (the rest of got7)

Usually, has the signature New York Deli and Iced americano

If there's soup on the menu that day he’d definitely get that

Forever scrolling on his phone while eating (and ignoring Jackson on the side, rambling)

Sometimes mischievously flicks crumbs at Yugyeom and Bam Bam

Teases Jaebum with aegyo

Rarely, helps Youngjae and Jinyoung with their English papers

Leaves to the sleeping pods on campus or heads to the library when the others have afternoon classes

Naps at the sleeping pods and wakes up prior 30 mins until his night classes

Usually, during early summer, he naps by the grass area bathed under the afternoon sun with his music plugged in

Works on homework and maybe study in the library if he’s not napping that day

Skateboards around campus and plays basketball if he's not studying or napping

During exam season:

You will not see this boy anywhere else besides his classes, the library or at his dorm

Studying becomes his middle name during exam season

Looks prepared but is actually quite stressed

Stressed but never forgets to have proper meals and decent amount of sleep

Tries to sleep early before exam days

Stubble Mark at the peak of exam season

Does his exams and stresses over if he’s gotten the questions right

Probably calculated his score in his brain after every exam

At the last day of exam he probably just hope he’d pass this semester

Sleeps straight after his last exams and wakes up a few days later all refreshed

Hella relieved when he actually scored good in his exams and has a smile plastered on his face for the rest of his day

How he handle on-campus admirers:

Usually just politely smiles and continues his way when he hears freshman gasping over him by the hallway

Doesn’t necessarily take it to heart when he hears news (from the other got7 members) about a particular girl or guy crushing on him

If he’s approached with a confession, he’d be very flattered but politely declines if he’s not interested

How you meet him:

You first meet Mark in your general education class for English writing

He’s the first person you see in the empty lecture hall and you just awkwardly say hi

He just nods back and continues to do whatever he was doing

You place yourself a few rows in front of him and gets ready for the lecture

You guys don’t interact with each other majority of the time besides hi and bye

You find him the second time in the Library typing away on his paper due for your English class

The very paper in which you have no clue how to start on because the topic is so broad

You sit next to him by the computer and tap on his shoulder

“Hi sorry to disturbing you, I’m in your English writing class and I really have no clue how to start on this paper. Would you mind helping me start off?”

“Pardon me?”

Mark takes out his earphone and you repeat yourself again

“Oh okay, let me just wrap up my paragraph and I’ll help you.”

This is how you actually started talking to Mark because of homework

You asked what Mark was writing his paper on and he explains it to you briefly

Eventually, with the help of Mark and the textbook, you set on a topic

You thank him and went off to do your own research and write up your paper that's due in a few weeks

For the following few weeks, you glue yourself to the library as you did your other assignments and wrote the paper

You’d see Mark appear a few times in the library and you guys just wave at each other

The day before the paper is due, you were in the library editing the final paragraph when someone taps you on the shoulder

“Hey, how's the paper coming along?”

It was Mark with a few science books in his arms

“It’s going okay, just editing the last paragraph. Yours?”

“I finished it a few days ago, just need to proofread it before handing it in tomorrow Can I sit here by the way?”

“Sure.”

Mark casually sits beside you as you have small talk here and there while the both of you got your work done

You stretched your back when you were finally done and gather your things.

Mark was deeply concentrated, calculating some equation while his eyes scanned the books

You tap him on the shoulder to get his attention

“Hey, I’m done. Thank you so much for helping me.”

“It’s no problem, glad you have your paper written up.”

He flashes his cute smile

“Good luck with your work, I have class so I gotta run.”

“Sure, see you around in English!”

[0necentthoughts-blog]

China 2K17: Week 3

aka *****It’s lit yo***** (and other things)

This week, I got lit, lit a circuit board, and looked at some lights that were to be lit

Friday

On Friday, I had my first Interactive Media Arts Lab (IMA). At first, I had zero idea what to do, and basically felt like a dumb girl stereotype (you know that one that isn’t considered smart in movies simply because she is a girl? That one *groans*). However, it turns out that, after a quick sweep of the room, everyone was feeling this way, and my feelings of  despair were quickly wiped away. After a little bit of explanation from the in-room professors, my partner and I were able to create circuits, and light up an LED with a button, make a buzzer beep with a button, and use a dimmer on an LED. It was quite possibly the greatest experience of my existence, and low-key made me want to be an engineer (but not actually bleh). 

Friday night consisted of trying to get to the club Fusion, and taking (and returning in) a number of fake cabs. There were literally no real cabs on the road and we got hella ripped off (but we knew it and also got to bargain and practice some chinese so that was some consolation). Once we got to Fusion, I learned that it’s actually pretty bad, because the dance floor was tiny, and so packed that it’s impossible to dance. Honestly, I was finished in hour 2 of 4 (TBH I wasn’t planning on coming at first but I hung out with my friends for 5 min before they left and somehow ended up at the club). However, as I came in a group, I was not about to abandon them. For a while, I actually ended up hanging out with some other NYU Study Abroad students I’d met earlier this semester, and ended up invited to a luxury table where I “borrowed” a bunch of bottled waters (invited simply because one of the girls was invited and invited us to come along--I actually ended up running into them at the lantern festival before I left). Anyhow, this club gets a 3/10 would not recommend from me. 

Saturday

On Saturday, I went to Yuyuan Garden (translated to Yu Garden Garden apparently) for the third time in 2 weeks for the lantern festival. Having been here three times in less than two weeks, I was less than pleased to be here again, especially the decor was exactly the same as new years. 

Needless to say, while i am glad to have gone to Yuyuan Garden, I never need to go there again. Ever. 

Sunday

**sing to tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star**

Sunday, sunday, was very fun,

I did not get any homework done. 

I woke up late and watched TV

Ate some noodles, my roommate and me.

Sunday, Sunday was very fun,

I did not get my homework done. 

Monday & Tuesday

Went to school, did some homework, ate some noodles, slept.

Wednesday

Wednesday, I woke up at 5am so I could get a health test done at a medical center located roughly an hour away by metro so that I could get my resident visa in order to travel outside of China while I was here. Besides the annoying af experience getting there, the examination was actually really funny. We were sent from room to room (116 through 107) and each doctor did their thing, signed the paper and sent us forward. In roughly 30 minutes (or possibly less) I got a blood drawn, an ultra sound, an EEG, and an X-Ray. I have to go back to pick up my test...Yay.

Thursday

Went to school, watched TV, ate some noodles. 

And that was my week. 

[andixinha9th-blog]

soulmates au: ‘’ I feel like I’ve seen you before ’’

pairing: andi (kim seungmin fc) x inha (hwang hyunjin fc)

genre: fluff, some angst to spice it all up (insert wiggling brows,, I’m just a binch for sadness what can I say.)

warnings: might be hella cheesy as well as a bit sad so,, oof, be prepared.

word count: 3,753

author’s note: ‘’ ever felt like you and your soulmate have met before and you can’t imagine where or when? ‘’ that might mean one thing, that you have met each other in your past lives and this one lead you to one another again. that feeling… when you come home. it’s not a place, it’s a person. it’s You.

·         in some alternative universe, where strange things happen daily,

·         lived two boys, who had no idea, what was About to happen.

·         I mean, who could… two people, living their ordinary lives, trying to get through with their struggles, which seemed to have gotten harder as time went by.

·         no one could even imagine that something might quickly change their routine, by linking two lives together so chaotically and of course, unexpectedly.

·         Andi was someone who had deep passion for music and arts in general,

·         he was a first year student in university, working at a part-time job, while managing some projects at school and literally wishing it was possible to Get more time because he never had enough for the things he wanted to do.

·         not to mention rest.

·         he rarely done that.

·         which worried everyone around him, but himself.

·         he had good, supportive friends around him and everything seemed well, because he always had a positive spin on life, but

·         something always had been missing

·         like a piece of himself, scattered somewhere around the world and he felt the need to search for it.

·         but then again… never had the time to figure it all out.

·         and then we have Inha, a guy who is also a first year in the same university,

·         he got into a dancing program, which was the only thing he was proud of achieving in his life,

·         because anything else he had done, never seemed enough for himself or anyone else,

·         honestly, he was a sad person, not really open to others, made a few friends in first half of the semester, but rarely hang out with them.

·         he felt so alone in this world which made him wonder at times, was he even born in the right time, or place,, or space even.  

·         and then things started to change.

·         second semester started and Inha had to take the last and apparently highest level of English, but he didn’t make it into Mrs. Lee class, which was a bummer,

·         because all the people he knew, so like, what,, three? went to that class.

·         he had to reapply for the same class, asking another lecturer to take him in.

·         which was a little hard for Inha,

·         because he never liked approaching people,

·         even the elderly ones.

·         he was awkward but tried not to show that his anxiety was hitting his stomach like tiny needles poking it from inside.

·         so he went to talk with Mr. Wang, who was a transfer teacher from another university,

·         he kindly added Inha to the list and it felt like a rock had fell off his shoulders.

·         and surprisingly Andi was in the same class.

·         which was just pure faith, really.

·         universe got tired looking at two young people, always lost, not knowing what they actually lack.

·         I guess, It got tired just as much as those two souls, which were separated.

·         till they had to meet again.

·         and they did.

·         ‘hey, watch where you’re going!’ annoyed voice growled.

·         ‘uh,, sorry’ flustered brown eyed boy leaned down to help pick up all the stuff that fell from another one’s hands.

·         Inha was stressed because his homework was due today but he still had to find a new part-time job.

·         which he Just lost. because there was simply someone else who did his job better.

·         and so he became a trash which was thrown out.

·         ‘I’m really sorry, oh.. it’s you, Inha, right?’ cute boy handed all the stuff that he had gathered from the ground to the taller one standing in front.

·         black haired boy emitted a sigh after he noticed it’s someone from his new class. ‘Oh. Andi, was it?’ he mumbled.

·         and then their eyes clicked.

·         for like a whole ass minute. literally.

·         there was nothing either of them could do. neither move or talk.

·         and they didn’t want to.

·         they felt a hole in their chest filling up slowly, with warmth and love.

·         they felt whole.

·         the universe they cursed at every night questioning ‘why me’.

·         finally gave them an answer.

·         ‘wow’ both of them muttered under their breath.

·         then they felt some strange feeling on their left wrist.

·         like someone was gently carving something on their skin.

·         and then they both dropped Inha’s stuff again.

·         ‘oh my god I’m so sorry… again’ Andi groaned out going to pick up all the stuff again.

·         but Inha was still staring at him.

·         because he realized that something happened and he didn’t look like the only one feeling side effects of it.

·         ‘wait’ he whispered and grabbed Andi’s wrist.

·         younger one looked at him, brows furrowed. ‘ugh, what are you..’

·         he was going to break out of Inha’s claw but he got even more confused when he saw a strange mark on his wrist.

·         Inha lifted up his left hand revealing the same sign on his wrist.

·         then he backed off of Andi, looking scared and confused.

·         they both felt the same.

·         but deep down they just wanted to know what’s going on.

·         ‘what the fuck just happened?’ Andi stared at the mark, afraid to lift his eyes and face the male, standing in front.

·         older one panicked and collected all his stuff.

·         and ran off. like he always does.

·         at least he tried.

·         but some magical force threw him back to Andi.

·         felt like some sort of magnet. such strong power not letting him move any further.

·         ‘ugh.. I’m sorry, I panicked’ Inha looked down guiltily, finding his balance.

·         ‘it’s fine, I mean, I was gonna do the same, but I couldn’t move when you started.. running’ Andi ran his fingers through his own hair, frustrated.

·         ‘listen, Inha, I don’t know what the hell is happening, but I have no time to figure it out now because I’m on my way to my part-time job and.. I mean, I have to ask you to come with me, if you can?’

·         he blurted out, finally facing Inha, who was as confused as ever, now thinking what to do.

·         ‘uh, I guess we have no choice. but my laptop is out of battery and I need to do my homework, If you could..’

·         ‘of course, I’ll lend you mine just.. stay by my side because I don’t want to be thrown to another part of the planet if you decide to run away again’ he chuckled.

·         and then Inha’s heart literally felt shaking like in the middle of an earthquake.

·         ‘I’m sorry, I’ll try not to move too much.’ he scratched his head, following the younger one.

·         both of them tried not to show the confusion on their faces. but it was inevitable, really.

·         walk towards the shop that Andi did part-time in, was painfully silent.

·         both of them were drowning in their own hurricane of thoughts. I mean who wouldn’t…

·         THAT just happened.

·         they finally reached their destination.

·         it was awkward at first but then it just felt natural. being beside each other.

·         Andi was doing his work at the shop, while Inha was using borrowed laptop for his homework.

·         Half of the time he tried to google. which was a desperate call for help in answering the mysterious thing that happened today.

·         Andi, when not having any customers, searched on his phone, nervously peeking at his new classmate.

·         both of them were busy on their own stuff, but tension lowered as they slowly started chatting.

·         asking things about each other.

·         getting to actually know each other.

·         where they study, what they do after lectures are done. their pet names and favourite things to do in the morning.

·         just all the little things that popped into their head. they didn’t hesitate to ask.

·         stating it as ‘help for the research’

·         even though it actually was something they felt like they knew all along, but only got that feeling when getting an answer.

·         it felt like filling up their souls.

·         they were hungry. for knowledge. and touch even.

·         but it didn’t feel right just yet.

·         because even though both of them had that feeling of knowing one another for a lifetime.

·         in this one, they Just met.

·         ‘so what are we going to do?’ asked Andi, knowing that this question had to be asked by someone eventually.

·         ‘what Can we do?’ Inha lifted up his wrist, waving it at the brown eyed boy, smiling softly.

·         that was when Andi felt the same feeling of an earthquake, shaking up his world.

·         one smile.

·         from one person.

·         changed everything.

·         and that’s when they realized that this is something more than just a prank or a dream that they should wake up from soon.

·         it was something real, and something that was planned all along.

·         like a destiny.

·         or at least it’s a way of destiny showing up itself in both of their lives.

·         because everyone can change destiny.

·       �� since that weird force attracting them to one another was still there, they had to think of something.

·         because life didn’t stop for anyone. so something had to be done.

·         boys decided to stay at Inha’s place since he didn’t have a roommate at the moment.

·         they went to gather Andi’s stuff after his shift had ended and drove back at Inha’s flat.

·         ‘home sweet home!’ the taller one chuckled, opening the door, not being able to believe what’s happening still.

·         both of them came inside and settled down. Andi got to sleep in an empty room which was ready for a flatmate that didn’t show up for a few weeks now.

·         low-key felt like it was all planned.

·         here we go, destiny again, peeking it’s nose inside their business.

·         boys were tired so they just parted their ways for the night, going to sleep off this madness.

·         though it wasn’t as easy as hoped.

·         both of them ended up in the living room, searching for a movie to watch,

·         because laying in bed was just painful

·         thoughts kept attacking both of their buzzing heads,

·         and level of anxiety was at highest

·         so a distraction was the best option in this case.

·         they eventually sank down to sleep, using each other’s shoulders as support.

·         tomorrow came faster than expected.

·         Inha, hearing some fuss happening in his kitchen, realized, that it was definitely Not a dream.

·         and he didn’t decide yet, if it was a good thing or a bad one.

·         but either way he had to get up and get on with it.

·         while Andi was making breakfast, Inha got ready.

·         it was weird but felt nice.

·         not being alone. Inha thought to himself.

·         ‘good morning!’ he inhaled and sat down viewing this aesthetically made food, as his jaw dropped. ‘damn, I forgot you were an artsy one’

·         ‘hey, don’t you mock me!’ Andi playfully huffed but sat down as well. they ate breakfast, chatting like old friends, with this tiny feeling lingering, that they knew each other so well.

·         they planned their day, filling up every gap to make it perfect. of course, not everything worked out, but they tried their best to cooperate.

·         hopefully it wasn’t a ‘forever’ kinda thingy.

·         It was around lunch time when Inha was running through the hall, trying to find in which corner Andi was hiding.

·         and he finally did.

·         the thingy on their hand was like a compos.

·         it felt warmer and warmer, the closer they got.

·         convenient.

·         of course they couldn’t leave each other’s side, the biggest distance was like hundred meters or so. either way… they didn’t check on that yet.

·         ‘I found something!’ those words sounded like something so joyful but sad at the same time.

·         it felt weird.

·         both boys scooted closer to each other, as Inha started to blabber quickly about everything that he had found.

·         he gathered all the information about this tattoo. he even posted it online and some people responded.

·         so here it was. mark of soulmates.

·         people said that this has happened before to some of them. and it either disappeared after five days, or stayed.. if they developed feelings for one another.

·         it got both of them flustered.

·         but not knowing how to act they just… cheered.

·         ‘yay! we’re going to be free in four days from now’ Andi giggled nervously as he looked away for a second. feeling sadness punching into his chest.

·         as did Inha.

·         it’s not like they knew each other that well.

·         but one thing was obvious.

·         in such a short time they grew fond of each other.

·         and if it wasn’t a soulmate thing, then I don’t know what else was.

·         but fear got a hold of them, and even the slightest thought of saying anything related to that, made their throats dry.

·         ‘yeah’ Inha replied, half-smile flashing on his face as he stood up. ‘I’ll catch you later, I have a class.. well, nearby’ he winked and ran off.

·         then he realized what he did, and smacked himself on the face. what a dork.

·         Andi waved to the older one’s back, feeling his cheeks heat up.

·         that was their biggest mistake. not telling each other what they actually felt.

·         but it would have been weird.

·         they just met.. right??

·         all of this is weird.

·         they both shoved up their heads with bunch of excuses and made themselves believe that they are waiting for Thursday to come.

·         that would be the day when they’d be set free.

·         or so they hoped.

·         time passed quicker than expected. and both boys got so attached to each other.

·         doing everything together.

·         it finally felt like they had someone to depend on, filing that void inside their bodies, which was bugging them both for their whole lives.

·         Andi even got Inha a part-time job at the same place he was working at, it was instantly easier to match up their schedules.

·         after classes they went to a small hall in their uni, where Inha used to practice his dancing.

·         and Andi played guitar while singing.

·         they mesmerised each other with their talents, and there was no escaping that.

·         they had movie nights,, every night.

·         and always asked each other if they had eaten yet.

·         if not, they would do it together.

·         they went on walks, to relief stress of all the studying.

·         Inha even helped Andi with this huge project that he’s been doing for the university.

·         everything seemed to go as it’s supposed to.

·         except that people had noticed that something was going on.

·         their friends in particular.

·         and they thought of inviting them both to a party, to finally find out what the hell is up.

·         which was due on Thursday.

·         they had no choice but to accept. and they kind of thought about this party as a farewell one. so it was a nice way of saying goodbye.

·         sad.

·         right?

·         and it was.

·         no one could imagine what was about to happen.

·         so they went to that party.

·         together.

·         for one, there was no other option.

·         and second, they really didn’t mind, especially that doing everything together by now felt like only natural thing to do.

·         it was fun, all of their friends getting to know each other, playing games, drinking… a bit.

·         later on, a lot.

·         someone suggested to play ‘spin the bottle’

·         and everyone was against it.

·         till few random faces started agreeing, and then everyone was forced to join.

·         well, here goes nothing.

·         all of them sat in a circle.

·         freshly emptied beer bottle was the main game tool.

·         Inha and Andi didn’t feel so good about this.

·         or maybe they were just too nervous.

·         either way, there was no running away from it.

·         as the night went on, everyone was cheering, and kissing the heck out of everyone.

·         and then, bottle suddenly stopped pointing at Andi.

·         he was supposed to kiss Inha’s friend.

·         room went silent.

·         some people tried to lessen the awkwardness by cheering a little and telling Andi to kiss the girl.

·         Inha got so annoyed that he didn’t notice how his hands started forming into fists and shaking aggressively.

·         or more like out of panic.

·         he simply got up and left the room. which got some people saying some nasty comments.

·         but he didn’t really care about those.

·         they were jokes.

·         so was he.

·         he felt like one.

·         like everyone was mocking him, all his life, up to this moment.

·         and he just got angry about it.

·         or maybe it wasn’t IT.

·         it was Andi. and he felt it, deep down.

·         it was hidden under all those meaningless excuses.

·         and he wasn’t the only one feeling like this.

·         brown eyed boy sat in a circle, staring at the bottle, not being able to lift his eyes up.

·         he knew that Inha left. but he wasn’t able to see anyone’s reaction. especially his new roommate’s, which stormed out of the room just now.

·         he thought that maybe Inha liked that girl, so he got nervous.

·         maybe he got mad at Andi that he was about to kiss her.

·         all in all, idea was taken.

·         he got up as well, running out of the house.

·         then suddenly he felt burning pain on his wrist.

·         he felt hurt and sad. hole in his chest opening up again.

·         tears started running down both of the boys’ cheeks as they hissed in pain.

·         Inha was in a balcony, looking down the street, as he saw Andi going out of the house.

·         the younger one finally broke down and screamed: ‘just let me fucking go!’

·         and then it happened.

·         as promised.

·         the mark started fading away.

·         and pain only got bigger.

·         they had to endure it, till it was gone.

·         the sign was gone as they empty eyed stared onto the skin of their wrists.

·         and there was nothing.

·         Andi was the one who ran off this time.

·         and Inha was left alone to stare at his silhouette, fading away into the dark night.

·         and there it was.

·         destiny got broken by two very confused hearts.

·         which longed each other’s touch.

·         but wasn’t brave enough to tell how they actually feel about each other.

·         and how they actually felt for a long time now.

·         worth of countless lifetimes.

·         but life goes on.

·         and it did.

·         there was nothing they could do.

·         or they thought so.

·         a week and a half flew by after what happened at that party.

·         they went on doing their part-time jobs, trying to not run into each other.

·         went on walks, but now, separately.

·         they ate at different places, and either stopped watching movies at all,

·         or just, watched them alone.

·         but it got too depressing.

·         both of the boys tried to change their perfectly matched schedule, so it would be easier,

·         easier to forget.

·         but how one is supposed to forget about each other’s soulmate.

·         but what happened, already did.

·         this phenomena was something out of this world, really.

·         but there is no option like turning back the time.

·         sadly.

·         you just have to live with what you’ve done.

·         to yourself.

·         keeping yourself away from something… someone that matters more than your own life.

·         going to university was one of the most cheerful things in Inha’s and Andi’s lives.

·         but now, it changed.

·         and even if it was awkward at first,

·         meeting each other at the halls.

·         one thing had to be done.

·         ‘excuse me’ a poke on taller one’s shoulder was felt.

·         Inha was trying to do his homework, before English started, as he flinched of an unexpected touch. ‘yes?’ he turned around, surprisingly to see his now ex soulmate.

·         ‘could I take back my stuff from you? I thought I could live without it but, I really need it for my project..’ Andi nervously muttered, looking off slightly.

·         he felt kind of guilty, running off like that.

·         they really had a great time together and everything they did, felt So right.

·         it wasn’t Inha’s fault that he liked that girl.

·         IF he liked that girl… even.

·         but Andi reacted badly.

·         because deep down he felt like he belonged to him.

·         even universe said so.

·         but not everything goes as planned.

·         even if it was meant to be.

·         it doesn’t always happen.

·         and so dark haired boy agreed, slightly nodding.

·         they both met up after lectures and went to Inha’s place.

·         it was even more awkward that the first time that happened.

·         but they had to act like adults about it.

·         as Andi gathered his stuff, Inha stood, leaning against the door.

·         he watched Andi, and it made his heart shatter.

·         it was so sad, that whatever was supposed to happen did not work.

·         actually, Inha didn’t understand what happened.

·         he knows why he stood up and left the room that day, but Andi..

·         younger one was collecting the box, filled up with his stuff, into his arms, as he was about to leave.

·         but Inha stretched his arm in a doorway and blocked the way ‘hey’ he silently whispered.

·         ‘I know this is weird for me to ask but… what happened that night, why did you leave?’

·         the hurt in his eyes was a see-through. and Andi saw it as well.

·         it felt like staring into a mirror.

·         reflection of himself and his own pain in someone else’s eyes.

·         the box was heavy so Andi put it down on the ground, and his eyes followed up to face the boy, standing in front of him.

·         it was kind of funny.

·         how they couldn’t leave each other’s side because of the mark,

·         but now,

·         the only thing stopping him from leaving was Inha himself.

·         ‘I…’ Andi parted his lips to say something, but words stuck inside his throat.

·         like all those times when they wanted to tell how much they don’t want to part their ways.

·         and why.

·         Inha dig his own nails into the palm of his hand. the hesitation was real.

·         but he broke through whatever was holding him down.

·         he looked fear deep in its eyes.

·         and he reached out his palm, to take Andi’s in his.

·         both of them were surprised.

·         their eyes filled with tears,

·         that warm feeling was back.

·         they felt unconditional love and attraction to one another.

·         it was undeniable.

·         and they didn’t want to deny it anymore.

·         then it appeared again.

·         marks on their wrists started to brighten.

·         their gaze fell down to observe the tattoos of their souls, showing up again.

·         as they finally looked at each other again.

·         and words fell out of their mouths, as if they said them thousands times before.

·         ‘I feel like I’ve seen you before.’

·         I think I have loved you before.

·         and I think, I will love you for thousand times more.