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“Can I slap her for you?” - Corpse Husband | Part Two

Title: “Can I slap her for you?” – Part Two

Pairing: Corpse Husband x Reader

Summary: Being stuck living with the queen of YouTube drama and partying during the pandemic has seriously worn down your patience. Meeting Pokimane has changed your life for the better, making Among Us a pivotal part of your life.

Word Count: 5.2k

Unedited for now. I was eager to post. I will edit it later.

Corpse Masterlist

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<< PART ONE

After you left the apartment, you sat in the parking lot of some random store, trying to decide what to do now. Sighing, you opened your phone and went to Instagram. Corpse was probably wondering if it went okay.

Corpse: She left the stream, thank you!

Corpse: What exactly did you do?

Corpse: She’s sending Sean angry DM’s now.

Corpse: Hey, are you okay?

Y/n: Hey sorry, I had to pack. I’m fine, happy to help get her out of the stream. I switched off the power to her office.

Honestly, you wished you could have stood up against her more often than you did. She was four years younger, so you should have been able to have the say in things. But no, Olivia was a control freak and a spoiled brat too. She would no doubt tell your parents you started a fight with her, and she felt unsafe.

Corpse: Wow, you’re badass. Packing for what?

Y/n: Um, she may have kicked me out of the apartment, and I may have left without a fight because I’m tired of her shit. 🤷‍♀️

Corpse: Do you have a place to stay?

Of course you didn’t and you really should have thought about that before just leaving the way you did.

Y/n: Not really but I will find somewhere.

Well you hoped you could. There weren’t many people who were keen in taking in a friend during a pandemic.

Corpse: Poki’s going to call you.

At that message, your phone started to wring and sure enough, it was Poki.

“Hello?” You asked hesitantly.

“So someone let it slip that your sister kicked you out?” Poki said calmly.

“Is that someone, Corpse?”

“Yes, he said it out of shock but I’m glad he did. Knowing you, you would have kept it a secret from me.” She was right. You hated inconveniencing your friends.

“Damn you, Corpse.” You muttered making her laugh. “Yeah so I ruined Olivia’s stream and she started screaming at me before kicking me out. I didn’t fight it because I am tired of her.”

“Understandable. Well do you need somewhere to stay?”

“Yes but I will find some place.”

“Nope, you’re staying with me. Come over now or I am coming out to drag you back to my place.” Her protectiveness made you smile.

“Sure, I’ll be there in a few.” You hung up.

Y/n: Thank you for looking out for my stubborn ass, Corpse. I would have never told her.

Corpse: Stubborn is one word to describe you. Cute is another.

That comment made your face heat up from the sheer adorableness of it. Corpse seriously just called you cute.

Y/n: Can I say you have a genuinely nice hand. It’s marvelous.

Corpse: Hey, don’t make fun of my hand. It takes all the heat for me. That hand is very anxious every time I post him.

Y/n: Awe I bet. Give him hugs from me. Also tell him I’m a big fan!

The easy flow of conversation between the two of you was nice. You got along extremely well and talking outside of the game was nice, since you could focus on what you really wanted to say to him.

Corpse: He’s flattered!

This was great and took your mind off Olivia and the fact she just kicked you to the curb with nowhere to go. But Poki was there for you. You appreciated her more than she knew.

You pulled up in front of her apartment building, parking the car, you got out and grabbed your stuff. Typing in the code Poki had given you a while ago, you were let into the building. Entering the elevator, you made your way to her apartment.

Barely knocking, the door flew open to reveal Poki. She looked mad but also worried. She pulled you into the apartment and hugged you tightly.

“Can I slap her for you?” She asked calmly.

This made you giggle. “I mean I would like to slap her as well.”

“We should make a plan. Hey, the group is still on, come say hi.” She started to lead you to her office.

“Are they still streaming?” You didn’t want to reveal your face to the world, not like this.

“Oh no. We ended our streams when Olivia started talking about you. She completely wasn’t respecting your privacy and we weren’t about to let her spill it to our viewers.” That was so sweet of them to do.

You had left your bags in the other room while you followed her. An idle conversation was going on when you entered.

“Hey guys, I’m back.” Poki took a seat in front of the computer, she pulled up a second chair. “I have someone special here.”

Sitting down, you saw her nod for you to say something. “Hey, did you miss me?”

They went wild.

“Y/n! Oh we missed you!”

“Don’t leave us again.”

“I’m sorry I invited your sister to stream.”

“Hey Y/n.”

The mix of voices was overwhelming in a good way. Sykkuno, Rae, Sean, and Corpse pretty much spoke over each other which made you laugh.

“One at a time, guys. You can’t overload her.” Leslie told them.

“Sorry Y/n. We just really missed having you here. You’ve become one of our favorite friends to play with.” Sykkuno said sounding as sweet as ever. That man was just the best.

“Yes, I can say we agree.” Rae added.

It was nice to hear they missed you. It really helped to lift your mood as well.

“Did your sister really kick you out?” Toast asked

“Yes she did. But it’s not surprising at this point. She’s probably been gunning to kick me out as soon as she could.” Sad truth

“Well she’s the worst player ever. She can’t keep a secret at all. I really should have never agreed to get her into the group.” Sean said sounding sad.

“Hey Sean, please don’t worry about it. She’s always weaseling her way into things. It’s completely not your fault.” One of the things she loved to do was incessantly DM other youtubers for collabs or for free stuff. She really had no morals.

“Well thank you, Y/n. You’re literally the sweetest.” Sean said earning a bunch of ‘I Agrees’ from everyone else. That really was helping make the night better.

“Who’s up for some more Among Us to relax after that shitshow?” Lud asked making everyone laugh hard. It was agreed the group would do it. Luckily, you had your laptop and joined the call and game and stayed in Poki’s living room to play. Honestly, it was so good for you.

At the end if gaming, you said goodbye to the group. Then Poki showed you to the extra room that used to be her roommates before she moved out last month.

“Hey, are you looking for a roommate?” You asked as you put the bags on the bed.

Poki sent you a smile. “I am. Are you interested?”

This was good. “Yes, I mean I still have to find another job since my main is still furloughing me until this pandemic gets better but I have some money saved up.”

“Hey, please don’t sweat it. Besides, I know a friend who’s in need of an editor, I may have mentioned your name and she really wants to talk to you about it. Is that okay?”

“Wow, that’s perfect. Thank you, Poki. You’re such a great friend.” It felt good to have someone there for you.

She pulled you into a hug. “Always. I am so glad I met you. You’re one of my best friends.”

This was an honor. “Don’t make me cry.”

“I can’t promise anything. Anyway, I will leave you to rest. It’s been a long night. Tomorrow I will give you my friends details.”

“Sounds good, night Poki.”

“Goodnight, Y/n.” She waved goodbye and closed the door behind herself.

Smiling, you sat on the bed. It was such a good thing that she was here got you. But also Corpse was the catalyst that got you to actually tell Poki was what happening. He was sweet and it seemed he was looking out for you.

After changing into comfy pj’s, you brushed your teeth before climbing into the freshly made bed. Opening Instagram, you saw that Corpse has messaged you.

Corpse: I don’t like being too forward but hey here we go. Can I please have your number so we can talk more easily?

A smile made its way to your face. For a tough man, he surely had a sweet way of getting to you

Y/n: Yes you can. xxx-xxx-xxxx.

The nerves jumped when you sent that message. Less than a minute later, you received a text from an unknown number.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

Hey Y/n, it’s Corpse. Would you mind if I called you so we could talk for a little?

You liked this idea truthfully. It only helped to show how genuine Corpse was being.

Y/n

Not at all. Please go ahead and call me.

Your phone rang, displaying Corpse’s name.

“Hello?” You answered the phone while pushing away the anxiety.

A soft deep laugh filled your ear. “Hey sweet girl. How are you feeling?”

His words made you want to sigh in the most lovesick way. That never happened these days.

“I’m good. Poki had an extra room I could crash in and well I might just be her new roommate.”

“I love that. She’s so much better than your sister I assume.”

“She is. Here I won’t have to deal with the incessant pandemic partying Olivia likes to do.” That selfish bitch.

“Shit, is she stupid? She does know she’s risking a lot of lives, right?” You loved that Corpse had the logic you craved.

“So she is stupid, and her response was always that it’s not her problem and that the vulnerable people should stay home.”

“She sounds like the typical beauty youtuber these days.”

“Yes, she is. She has no morals.”

“Well that’s not good. I guess that’s why her name keeps popping up all over social media. She really needs to be careful, before she becomes the next Tana.” He was right but you personally thought she was past that point already.

“It’s too late. She’s already passed the point of return with all of this.”

“Yikes. It’s good you got out of there when you did.” A soft but deep laugh was heard through the phone. The sound made you giggle. Hearing such a tough guy laugh the way Corpse laughs, made you feel giddy. “So about what I said earlier, I meant it.”

“Huh, what are you talking about?” You truly were a little lost by this.

Corpse laughed again. “When I called you cute earlier. I meant it.”

Heat filled your face and a small smile made its way to your lips. “Thank you, Corpse. That’s really sweet of you. I don’t like to show many people who I am because they will immediately connect me to Olivia, and I don’t want that.”

“I get that. I don’t show my face for fear they won’t like me when I do. All my fans have built up this expectation of what they want me to look like and now I just don’t want to let them down. Plus it’s nice being able to stay anonymous if I go into public, but of course people will hear my voice and know. Shit, it’s hard.”

“Awe, I’m sorry. I saw what the attention has done to some people, but I think not everyone goes into that headspace. Also, I think you should stay faceless if it makes you feel better. There is no rule that says you ever have to show your face. People who push you to do it have no boundaries.”

Corpse was quiet for a while and you thought you had offended him. “I’m sorry if I said the wrong thing, Corpse.” You squeaked.

“No, you said the right thing. I was just thinking. You’re right. A lot of people have been on me to reveal my face, but I never intend to. I want to be able to live my life without being swarmed by fans, or god forbid, them judging me by my appearance.”

“Which is really fucked. When I first appeared in my sister video, the comments were awful. They couldn’t understand how she was related to me, but I never thought I looked bad. But I guess they expected Olivia to be surrounded by people in her genre. It was so hard to see those comments.” Thinking back to it, Olivia had even added to it. Telling you that you should have tried to look more like her for the video. You should have worn something more colorful and put-on way more make up then you liked. But you hated that. That wasn’t you.

“I can’t imagine the things they said. Is that why you deactivated your twitter?” How did he know about that?

“Oh, yeah. How did you know about it?”

“I remembered seeing a story about it on YouTube last year. They didn’t show your face, so of course I didn’t know it was you. But I figured it out when Olivia joined the game tonight and she blabbered on about being your sister. I’m sorry you received that hate. No one deserves that ever.” His voice was calming you now.

“Thank you. Olivia seemed to add to it, as well. Fuck, she’s just the worst person.” Family definitely had the ability to be shitty. “Meeting Poki last year really was the best thing. But also joining this Among Us group has been so good for me. Thank you for accepting me.”

“Of course. You’re a natural in the game but you also fit very well with the group.” Corpse really hoped you believed him because this was true. The group had a whole conversation about it when Olivia finally left

“I’m flattered. The Corpse Husband is telling me I fit in with him and his streamer friends. Wake me up, I must be dreaming.” You knew his words were genuine because it was just easy to tell.

“You better believe it, baby, because it’s true.”

You stopped short when you heard him call you baby. Of course Corpse had used that word before but right now it felt more intimate.

Letting out a yawn you realized it was nearing 4 am. “I appreciate it.” You mumbled, feeling the events from the day seep in.

“You’re tired, aren’t you?” His deep voice was lulling you closer to sleep.

“No.” Another yawn broke through.

“You can’t lie to me, Y/n. Get some sleep and we will talk tomorrow.”

The words made you smile. “That sounds good, Corpsie. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, sweet girl.” Despite wanting to stay on the phone, you hung up. Sleep was quickly coming in to claim you. You can happily say you fell asleep with a huge smile on your face.

Waking up was easier than it had been in a long time. Normally you woke up to Olivia screaming at you or someone else. So it was nice to wake up to silence. It allowed you to relax and wake up properly.

Your phone buzzed from beside you. A text from Corpse is what you first saw, so you opened it.

Corpse

Good morning, sweet girl. I hope the night treated you well.

Sweet and to the point. His messages made you think he had a thing for you. Well you hoped he did but he also could just be treating you the way he treats friends.

Y/n

Yes, I slept well and for once I wasn’t awoken by my obnoxious sister.

It would he good not to live with her.

Corpse

I bet. Hey I hate to be the one to show you this, but your sister posted this on her instagram.

He then sent a link to the post. It made your blood boil.

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There was a picture of her, she was holding up a ripped picture of you. A huge frown was on her face.

oliviaxoxo It’s a shame when family starts to treat you like you weren’t the one to give them money when they needed it. This is my sister and she’s a bitch. For the last few years, she’s been the one editing my videos. Well I found out she was trying to sabotage me, so I had to fire her and kick her out. What a shame it is when family stabs you in the back. 🙃🙃

1,454,787 people like this

oliviafan23 Is this true? Damn, f*ck fake people.

queenolivia Sueeee herrrrr!

lovinliv Family ain’t shit. Spill her info so we can drag her.

sykkuwu Whoa, why are you spreading lies about your own family?

queenolivia Why would you defend someone like that?

valkyrea You’re such a sad human for doing this. Stop lying.

pokimanelol Let’s see, none of this is true. Your sister has done so much for you and you’ve never appreciated it. Get some help for this.

corpse_husband This is sick. No wonder your name is always blasted everywhere. Do your sister a favor and stop talking about her.

oliviaxoxo I don’t know why you’re defending my stupid sister, but that totally makes you not hot to me anymore. Ugh.

valkyrea Uh, that’s what you got from this. Wow, you’re not worth this.

corpse_husband What can you expect? The covid must have gone to her brain. |

corpseandlivfan Whyyyyyyy Corpse, why would you stand up for her. Do you not realize how horrible Y/n is? Please tell me this is a joke!?!?

corpse_husband Well, she’s a good friend of mine and I won’t let people make up lies. So it’s not a joke.

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You were mad that she’d even say this shit publicly, but you should have known she would. She was nothing without her group of misguided followers.

Y/n

Can’t say I’m not surprised. This is so on brand for her. Thank you for sticking up for me. It means a lot.

Corpse

I would do it any day. She shouldn’t be able to get away with doing that to you.

Sadly, growing up, she did get away with doing the absolute worst shit and you always received the brunt of it.

Y/n

With any luck, she draws negative attention.

You clicked the link to view it again but instead were lead to a page that said the content was unavailable.

Y/n

I believe she just deleted the post.

Corpse

Oh, she did. That’s awesome.

It was. Olivia was never one to swallow her pride and admit any wrongdoings. That means she would never delete a problematic post, but she finally did

Y/n

I didn’t really read any other comments besides you and your friends and the top comments. I can’t imagine what her fans are really saying.

Olivia was completely okay with letting her fans attack people. It was seriously a huge mess. She fell into the category of YouTuber with the worst most entitled attitude.

Corpse

It’s good you didn’t read them, because they were horrible. I can’t believe she would let her fans do that.

Y/n

She’s done a lot of shady stuff. This is even before she blew up on YouTube. There is a lot of issues between us.

There was a lot that could be said about your relationship with Olivia and none of them were good. Forever it seemed, you had tried to make it work and hoped your sister would grow up and change but it never happened.

Corpse

I think she’s a vile human. From what I have seen and her complete lack of human decency, I just can’t help but feel she’s just not a good person and she never will be.

He was right. She would never change.

Y/n

You’re right. Hey, I have to go thank Poki for letting me stay but I also need to go back to that apartment to get the rest of my stuff. Can I call you when I get back?

Corpse

Yes, of course. Good luck heading over there.

Talking to him was pretty natural feeling. It was clear now that you were getting a massive crush on him. You had a crush on a man who’s face you’ve never seen. You couldn’t help it though, his personality just meshed so well with yours. He’d made you feel safe and wanted.

After getting dressed, you found Poki in the kitchen making breakfast. She sent you a sweet smile when you entered the room.

“Thank you for standing up for me against my sister on Instagram.” You were truly honored this group of friends liked you enough to do something like this.

“You’re welcome. I couldn’t just let her say that and get away with it. She’s done a lot to you, that you don’t deserve. Corpse messaged all of us the minute he found it and we all jumped into action. Sean and Felix were getting ready to comment when she deleted it.” She explained as she set a plate in front of you.

“I’m so honored. Thank you!”

“Of course, you’re one of us now and we will never let her get away with this stuff anymore.”

You could just cry with how loved they were making you feel. This is what had been missing in your life. Friends who genuinely cared about you and wanted to protect you from the nasty stuff Olivia was capable of doing.

“Would you come with me to the apartment to get the rest of my stuff?” You asked once the two of you finished eating.

Poki nodded. “Of course I will. You shouldn’t have to go alone.”

An hour later, you exited the elevator on the floor where you once resided. Your sister wasn’t home, which would be good but there was a chance she could return while you were packing. But you would deal with that when it came down to it. The two of you quickly got to work, packing your life up into the boxes you’d brought with you. Luckily, you weren’t one to collect a ton of stuff. You mainly just had to make sure your clothes and makeup were packed up.

You and Poki would fill boxes and pile them by there door, then you would take them down to the car when you acquired a good amount. In the end, you figured you would fill maybe 10 boxes which is actually not too many considering you’ve lived in that apartment for five years.

Poki had left to go take two more boxes to the car while you finished up packing up your last few items. The front door closed, and you assumed it was Poki, but it wasn’t.

“Oh look who’s here? My lovely sister.” Olivia’s voice was flat and emotionless.

You rolled your eyes and turned to find her standing in the doorway, glaring at you. “Hello, Olivia. I’m just packing my stuff and then I’m leaving.”

“Who said you were allowed to come back here?” She grumbled, eyeing the boxes.

“Well, this is my stuff and I have every right to come pick it up.”

“If it’s in my apartment, it clearly belongs to me.” She snarled.

You snapped. “Cut it out, Olivia. This was my apartment too, until you kicked me out last night. You can’t just claim my stuff as your because you’re salty about me having friends.” She was a spoiled brat, and you were done letting her get away with it.

“I’m not the salty one. Everyone can see it’s you.” God she was so annoying. You taped up the last box and turned to her. She held her phone in her hand. “Everyone say hi to my sister. You know, the one I posted about earlier before someone reported my post.”

“Are you live?” You asked, keeping your face expressionless. Olivia would do this.

“I bet some of you remember the few videos I did with her. Well of course that was before she turned against me and decided she was going to try and ruin me. Say hi, Y/n.” A sick smile played on her face.

“I never consented to being in your live, Olivia. Please stop.” You tried to keep your voice calm so that she wouldn’t have any way to make you look like the bad person. But regardless, she was already doing it.

Olivia cackled. “Well I think I’m free to do as I please in my apartment.” You could only imagine what her fans were saying. “You’re right, Andrea, she is an idiot, and I should have her arrested.” She spoke aloud making your blood boil.

“You’re so immature, Olivia.” You grumbled before grabbing the last couple boxes and moving towards the door. Olivia decided to swat the boxes out of your hand, and they fell tumbling to the ground. “What the hell, Olivia. I could have fragile stuff in there.” You growled at her.

Olivia was just laughing. “This is funny. What else should I do, guys?” She asked as she panned the phone around the room.

Her immaturity was giving you a headache. Poki walked in and saw Olivia.

“Oh hey guys, look who’s here. Pokimane.” She panned the camera to Poki who frowned. Olivia just laughed and started talking shit until she was cut off by the stream just ending. “What the hell.”

You gathered the last few boxes, and Poki came to help while Olivia attempted to start another live.

“What the fuck, it won’t let me go live.” She growled while stomping her foot like a child.

“That’s what happens when an influx of people report your live.” Poki spoke as you both had gathered the boxes.

Olivia was frowning. “What did you do, Y/n.” She wanted to pounce at her, but Y/n and Poki were already at the door.

“Y/n did nothing, but I got word of your little livestream and contacted some friends for help. It will be at least 24 hours before you can have another live. But with the amount of people who reported you, well you may be banned for a while.” With that, you and Poki left Olivia standing there is absolute shock.

You and Poki put the last boxes in the car. “Thank you, Poki. How did you get so many people to report it?”

“Well it was actually Corpse. He texted me and informed me that she was doing a live and bothering you. He had his fans go report it, but apparently Sykkuno and Rae also sent their fans. I was going to send mine, but they had it handled. So this was all Corpse.” She explained.

Hearing this made you feel so soft for Corpse. “Awe wow. That’s so sweet of him.”

The two of you entered the car. “Y/n, can I tell you something without you telling him I told you?”

You looked over at her. “Yes, sure.” Your heart rate kind of picked up.

“Well the other day, Corpse admitted he has feelings for you, but he wasn’t completely sure if you felt the same way for him. But I mean I can clearly see you do. Your whole face just lit up when I mentioned him. So do you?”

Heat filled your face and you suddenly felt shy. “I do, yes. Which is ridiculous because I just met the guy, and I don’t even know what he looks like. But gosh, I like him so much. When I talk to him, I feel happy. He’s been so good to me through this crap with Olivia.” You admitted, knowing she already knew.

Poki smiled and squealed in complete happiness. “You two are just the most adorable people! It’s not ridiculous. We pretty much knew from the first time you joined us, that Corpse was into you. But oh my god, you’re into him. You need to tell him!!!!”

You agreed, Corpse deserved to know. “I do. But how? It’s been a really long time since I’ve told someone I liked them. Shit, I feel like I’m in high school again!”

This made Poki giggle. “Calm down, Y/n. I have a plan. Let’s get back to the apartment and we will talk about this. Rae also wants to be involved in this.”

Back at her apartment, you had jumped onto a call with Rae and the three of you talked about what your plan was for you to tell Corpse what you felt for him. Rae and Poki decided to organize an Among Us game strictly for fun and no one would stream, they would also use Proximity chat.

“So we will get him to follow you around until one of us is imposter, then we will lock you into wherever you end up. Do it then” Rae explained sounding so excited.

“Okay, that can work. Let’s do this!” You were nervous but also excited to finally do something good for yourself.

You and Poki set up for the gane and Corpse sent you a text.

Corpse

Are you joining the game tonight?

Seeing a text from him, made you feel giddy.

Y/n

Yep I am. So I will see you in game?

Corpse

Yes you will, angel.

Cue the insane butterflies.

The lobby loaded and it was you, Corpse, Poki, Rae, Sykkuno, Karl, Tina, Sean, Toast, and Leslie. All streamers you had grown to like a lot in the time you have been playing with them.

“Y/n, I am so happy you’re playing with us!” Tina gushed as her little character ran around yours.

“I’m happy to be here.” You really were.

“You’re sister is a piece of work, Y/n.” Sykkuno said.

You giggled. “Don’t I know it.”

“What did she do this time?” Sean asked.

“Decided to film a live when we went to get Y/n’s stuff from the apartment.” Poki explained.

“Oh, that’s gross.” Karl commented.

“I have to thank Corpse for helping.” You stated to the group.

“Yeah Corpse was quick to text us.” Sykkuno added.

“You’re welcome, Y/n. I wasn’t going to let her get away with what she was doing. Truth is, I got a bunch of fan DMs that were telling me what Olivia was doing. So a lot of my fans were already reporting it, but the tweet helped.” Corpse’s deep voice soothed you.

“I appreciate it so much. She was just being an immature brat as always.”

The group laughed before deciding to start the game. Poki and Rae agreed to text you when either of them were imposter. Now it was a matter of getting Corpse to follow you.

The group was on the Polus map, which seemed to be a favorite for everyone.

Rae

We should lock them in weapons.

Rae had texted you and Poki through the group text.

Poki

That’s the best place for them.

Y/n

Okay but I still have to get him to follow me.

Rae

He will. Just wait, I have a plan.

You trusted Rae and Poki to help you. Now it was time to admit it all to Corpse and hope he genuinely liked you back.

Y/n

Let’s do this!

PART THREE >>

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kaihavoc · 3 years

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Is she really just a friend?

a/n: I’m challenging myself to find random prompts and write blurbs to improve my writing and keep the creativity flowing. Title is what the prompt was. Happy reading! Also if you have a request, that’d be cool too :’)

“You can't just do that!” I exclaim, ruffling my fingers through my hair furiously. I have to expend all of my effort to not rip the delicate hair from my scalp, but the ridiculous man that is Kai Havertz is proving that task to be extremely difficult.

“Do what?” Kai asks, his head cocked to one side with the most clueless look on his face.

“Go to the movies with your ex!” I nearly screech, in complete exasperation.

“I don't see what the big deal is. She and I are just friends.”

“Oh, right. Just like how you and I are just friends?” I retort, rolling my eyes. Kai and I are not “just friends”––we haven't been ever since we were strangers-turned-roommates six months ago––and he knows that. At the time, Kai’s girlfriend had freshly broken up with him and he was renting out the spare bedroom in what was formerly their shared apartment for dirt cheap. Quite frankly, it would’ve been a crime on my part not to move in. We grew closer over the months, a little flirting here and there, but I made sure to give him the space he needed to heal and move on. I did, however, suspect that he would make a move any day now…

“Precisely. You and I are just friends,” Kai replies indifferently.

“You know what, Kai? Screw you," I snap. What the hell is his problem?! Whatever. If this is how he wants to be, two can play at this game.

Leaving him behind in the living room, I stomp all the way to my room and slam the door after me. That night, I text Christian, a mutual friend of Kai’s and mine, inviting him to check out the new paint and sip place downtown with me. I had been planning on going with Kai, but in light of his recent behavior, I’ve decided to ditch him for the night in favor of another. Let’s see how he likes it when the roles are reversed.

Christian eagerly accepts my invitation and even offers to pick me up. So, a few hours later, a grinning Christian is standing at the front door, dressed in a crisp white polo shirt, gray slacks, and white sneakers.

"Someone’s confident," I laugh, nodding at this light-colored outfit. "You don't think you're going to spill any paint on yourself? Or worse––wine?”

"Of course not," Christian replies with a smirk. “Didn't you know? ‘Confident’ is my middle name.” He walks, or rather struts, me to his car, opening the passenger side door before I slide into the leather seat. The entire ride to the paint studio is filled with Christian’s atrocious freestyle rapping and endless bragging about his intramural soccer team's most recent tournament win. Despite his massive God complex and the occasional airheaded moment, I have to give it to him; Christian Pulisic are the first words you’d see in a dictionary if you looked up “a good time.” The picturesque, all-American boy, Christian is brash and unabashed. Unlike Kai, who is careful and calculated in every agonizing way. But it's also what I like about Kai. Like me, he appreciates routine. I guess that's why we work so well as roommates.

With Christian, everything is spontaneous. And the saying that time passes by when you're having fun is true––the night whizzes past in a blur with him. But perhaps the red wine had a slight say in that as well. Feeling good and only a tiny bit wobbly, I was entertained trying to paint the scenic sunset based on the instructor's directions. My refined companion Christian, on the other hand, took his own creative liberty to draw a huge cloud that looked eerily similar to a phallic object. Admittedly, tipsy me thought it was hilarious. Sober me, not so much. After our masterpieces are complete, Christian suggests grabbing boba tea and I can't just say no to boba tea. As the sky faded to dusk, we walk downtown along the sidewalk, chatting about everything from finals week to our zodiac signs that we know nothing about. Aside from a few raunchy jokes, Christian is fairly well-behaved and equipped with quips that nearly had me spilling milk tea out of my nose.

By the end of the night, as he drives me home, I actually feel dejected that our little outing has come to an end. As he walks me up to the door, it feels wrong for him to leave already, so I invite him in. The apartment is pitch black, so we quietly sneak inside; but as soon as we’re in the living room, it’s suddenly, miraculously light. I see Kai jump over the couch, then assess Christian and I closely. Christian exchanges looks between Kai and me before excusing himself to go to the bathroom.

“Puli? Seriously?" Kai cackles with amusement when he’s out of earshot. He tucks his arms over his chest, lips pulled into a smirk. "That’s who you’re using to prove your point?”

“No one’s using anybody,” I say defensively, straightening my posture. So I may have slightly been using Puli in the beginning, so what? He ended up being good company and I genuinely enjoy his presence. "What's it matter to you anyway? You said you and I are just friends." I wiggle my nose, trying not to sniffle as I repeat those heartbreaking words.

"You're still my roommate. If you're out all night with a punk, I'm going to be worried about you," Kai says matter-of-factly.

"'Punk'? Christian's your friend, too," I remind him. "Also, I can fend for myself, thank you very much. I don't need my roomie to keep an eye on me."

"You're certainly something else," Kai laughs, shaking his head. "All this commotion because I went a stupid movie with my ex?"

"It's not just that, Kai! It's also the coffee runs, the museum dates, the 'whenever she calls you, you're right there'," I huff, throwing my arms up. "What even am I to you?" My voice is so small, so weak, that I'm not even sure he’s heard me.

Kai stares at me with those beautiful, glistening blue eyes of his, bewitching me, as he so often does. "You're––" he begins softly before cutting himself off and glowering when Christian reappears. "What am I to you?" he hisses instead.

"Uh. Am I interrupting something?" Christian asks. He doesn't really seem as concerned with being caught in the middle of something as he is curious.

"No," I say firmly, looking Kai squarely in the eyes. "Nothing at all."

"Actually," Kai interjects, a wicked smile growing on his narrow, pink lips. "I was just wondering if the two of you would like to join my girl and me for dinner tomorrow?"

"Shit, I didn't know you were dating anyone. For sure, man. We're in," Christian answers effortlessly, slinging a strong arm around my shoulders.

"Lovely," Kai grits, his eyes glued to Christian's tattooed arm around me.

"Lovely, indeed," I agree, planting a kiss to the back of Christian's hand. In a louder voice, I add, "C'mon, Christian, what was that you were saying about a sleepover?" Without waiting for a response, still wrapped in his embrace, I tug him towards the front door and slip out––all while fighting the urge to turn around and run into the arms I truly wish to be in.

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Age is but a Number

Sebastian Stan x reader

No warnings other than a swear or 2 and the age gap thing

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You began working for Marvel in about 2015. At that time you were 17 pushing 18. At 18 going on 19 Civil War was your first full film, but it worked because you were playing a character who was older than you actually were, but needed to look young. Your character was also Bucky's love interest. Well, sorta.. In the comics you were, but the movies had a slower build, more subtle. Regardless, the producers had you both hang out before filming to gain a sense of familiarity. He was cool and you both got along quite well. He liked how you didn't act as young as you were. You liked how funny and down to earth he was. A lovely friendship built as time went on.

But here you were, 5ish years later, dealing with press stuff for Avengers: Endgame. You were 22, managing college with being an actress, and trying to have a life with your friends still. You loved being a student and having this job, everyone was cool with you doing most of your filming and work during your breaks. Yet, it still could get overwhelming. Luckily, Sebastian and you had always remained close. He helped you manage everything and deal with the intense world of acting. As you got older, he noticed how well you handled everything. Yes, you still acted like a 22 year old girl at moments, it was normal. But most of the time you always seemed older and more mature despite being the youngest cast member. He respected you, and even grew to like you. The media caught on about how you both hung out more outside of set. Obviously, dating rumors and notes of the age gap spread out and around the world. Yet, neither of you stressed about it or let it get to you. Brushing it off, both of you went about life as usual. Neither of you talked about the relationship possibilities. You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but you liked seeing some fans point out details about how he acted in a flirty, or different manner around you. It added to your girly fantasy of you being with someone like Sebastian Stan. Things never really shifted between you guys until a Jimmy Fallon appearance with Mark Ruffalo.

Walking backstage with the two men you turned and looked at Sebastian. “Your ass nearly got us fired! Not in a single trailer, yet you almost blew a plot point. I know we don’t know if it’s true or not, but still! When we come back for the game, I am not taking blame if something goes to shit.”

Mark looked between you guys, “The fact that I held up better than you is sad dude. Thank God Y/N jumped in. But how is that the topic you are focusing on? Don’t look at me like that. Jimmy brought up you guys being a thing now that she isn't seeing Tom's friend anymore and I felt your hands stop messing with each other behind me on the couch! You froze! Just admit you like each other. We’ve seen it all but confirmed since the kiss that got cut in Infinity War.”

You both stopped and you looked to Mark, “We were messing with each other. So what? Then he brought us up so we focused on him. And that kiss was only a casual peck for the scene. Shut up man, I’m gonna wait in the green room for the game. I hope it’s that film noir truth or lie game! I wanna see what they dug up on me haha!"

You walked off and Sebastian kept his eyes on you until you turned the corner. “She didn’t deny it did she? That she likes me?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.. You’re over 30! Just grow a pair and talk to her.”

He hesitated, “She’s 15 years younger than me... I've known her since she graduated high school."

“What’s your point? Blake Lively is 11 years younger than Ryan. Jay-Z is 12 years older than Beyonce. George Clooney and his wife are 16 years apart. No one cares if you both like each other. Hell, Nick Jonas just married a woman 11 years older than him.” Mark looked at him like he was an idiot. “You like the girl, we all do. Go for it! She wouldn’t say no.”

“Really??” Mark simply nodded. Next thing he knew, he was heading to your green room.

He knocked and heard you say come in. You were sitting comfortably on the couch, scrolling on your phone and munching on snacks left by Jimmy and the crew. You looked up and said hey to him. He didn’t speak back and you looked up at him again. “What’s up man? You look like you saw someone get stabbed by the main curtain. "

He laughed a little and made eye contact with you. “Nah, I feel just a nervous though.”

You put your phone down, sat up, and looked up at him. “You were fine out there. What’s going on?”

“We get along really well right? And we have a lot of fun hanging out and talking right?”

“Yeah of course. What are you getting at here Seb? You’re being more random than usual.” You smiled at him in a questioning manner and invited him to sit next to you.

“Wow this is harder than it seemed in my head. I was just wondering if you would want to maybe, I don’t know...” He doesn’t really look at you, just the floor and rubs his hands on his pants. Suddenly, it seems to click for you.

“Wait. Are- are you asking me out?” You smile as you see him nod, still not really looking at you. “Hell yes I’ll go out with you. Since when are you so nervous to ask a girl out? You told me how you asked Jennifer Morrison out easily after meeting her.”

“Yeah well she wasn’t my friend first, and she isn’t 15 years younger than me.”

“Oh. That isn’t an issue is it? I mean well clearly not, you just asked me out. Hell Ellen and her wife are like 15 apart too." A knock on your door interrupted you. A guy with a headset on came in and told you to go to the main stage area for the game. You nodded and said you would both be out soon. You turned back to Sebastian and put your hand on his knee. “I would love to go out with you. Let’s just skip the awkward actual going out parts for the first date. Let’s do something slightly more serious than when we just hang. Sound good?”

“Yeah, damn you’re easier at this than me. But that sounds good.” He took note of how you said first date. The hope of more lingered. He stood up and held his hand out to help you up. Grabbing his hand he pulled you up and hugged his arm around your waist. Then the two of you met Mark and Jimmy and played Drinko much to your excitement!

SKIP TO THE DATE

You looked at your phone and remembered that Sebastian told you to just come in when you made it to his place. He insisted you come over and he could cook you dinner. Between all the press things, a dinner was a great choice. Neither of you had a home-cooked meal in forever. Plus, he wanted to show off. So walking in, you clutched the bottle of wine and tried to remain calm.

“Sebastian?” You called out your heels clicked as you looked around. You could faintly smell something being made. Considering you saw no kitchen, you walked upstairs. The sight before you was adorable. He was dancing around to some music while stirring something around in a pan. He turned and saw you smiling as you watched him, but he also stopped dancing. “No don’t stop on my account.”

“Ha ha how clever. Sorry I didn’t hear you come in.” He took the bottle you brought and took your coat off for you. You thanked him and he laughed at the bottle. “Barefoot? Really?”

“Hey it isn’t pink is it? I had to pay some tuition bills yesterday, less funds than I anticipated. Figured this was better than nothing. Plus, my mom told me it’s rude to come to someone’s house for dinner empty handed.”

“Aren’t you such a lady. But I’m just messing with you, you brought it, so even then pink would have been fine. I’m just finishing this up, so you’re right on time. As long as I never drink peppermint schnapps again I’ll be fine. Mixing that with hot sauce, clam juice, and grape soda was horrible.”

Looking at the kitchen area, you smiled. “Ha yeah I lucked out. Sunny D, whipped cream vodka, grape soda, and mountain dew? Hell I’m pretty sure I had that last semester at a Halloween party. But forget the gross stuff. Whatcha cooking? Creamy garlic shrimp, one of my favorites. How did you know?”

“I know you.” He said it so surely. And the bastard had the nerve to wink. Make you flustered. Well, two could play at this game.

You walked to get a couple glasses for the wine, making sure you sway your hips as you went past him. From your side eye you saw him check you out. “Like what you see old man?”

He didn’t even try to hide it. “I do. You look good Y/N, you always do.” As you went back to sit down and pour some wine for you both, he sat a nice plate of food in front of you. He went next to you and told you to dig in.

Taking the first bite let out a small, appreciative moan. “Holy shit. This is fantastic! I’m serious. Thank you for this. I’ve never actually had a guy cook for me, so really, thanks.”

“No need to thank me. Just keep going out with me.” His smile was so sweet. You just simply said of course.

"Can't say no to that." You smirked at him to the side of you as you both ate.

Once dinner was finished and cleaned up by the both of you he suggested you move to the living room balcony.

"Wait, you said a specific balcony. Do you have more than one?" He laughed as you both walked out. Wine glasses full with his better stuff after finishing the Barefoot you brought.

He stood next to you enjoying the view. "Yes there is another connected to the main bedroom."

"Wow. And I thought my campus apartment was fancy. This sure beats dorm furniture and faulty heating."

He chuckled, looking at you as you looked out at the city. "Why do you live on campus? I mean, you can afford a nicer place to finish school."

"Yeah but I cover rent for my roommates who truly depend on me for campus living so they can keep their scholarships. Going off campus would screw them over. Plus, I have too much money anyway. They wouldn't let me help with their tuition, so rent'll do." As you spoke you continue sipping the wine. It was enchanting and sparkling to see the lights of the city.

"How do you do it?"

"Do what?" You pondered as to what he could mean.

He turned fully to you and you did the same. He looked at you earnestly. "Stay normal when being a Marvel star? You balance getting a college degree and doing press tours world wide. I only do this and sometimes cannot stand it."

Shrugging you spoke, "Eh it isn't always easy. But managers and people working out schedules around my schooling have really helped. Plus, my folks, friends, and you guys have really helped. Especially you." You brought the glass to your face to hide a blush forming.

Sebastian pulled you by the waste, closer to him. You looked up and smiled at him. "Hey I was forced to be with you when we were younger. Only fitting I actually shaped you properly for the biz and so I wouldn't hate you." Ah that charm you fell so easily for. "I'm kidding. I like you for soo many reasons. I'll tell you them on the second date."

You put your wine glass down. "Good. I will love to hear those then. Because right now I don't wanna talk that much."

He laughed lightly. "Are you trying to make out with me Y/N? Ah darling, here I thought you were mature!" His hold around you tightened as you smiled.

You sighed as you ran a hand over his really toned pec. "Yeah.. mature. Not blind!" Your heart fluttered at the way he looked at you. Luckily, no more words were exchanged on the balcony til a while later when the sun finished setting.

#sebastian stan blurb #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan fic #sebastian x reader #sebastian stan #marvel #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader

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frustrated-writer-skyeknight · 3 years

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The One with the Runaway Groom, Part 2

After Dimitri finished his Iced tea, Jack had the group moved back into his apartment especially since they were getting too much attention with a heavily sweating, nicely dressed companion. Plus, there was a call that needed to be made. Sooner, rather than later, before the cops would be called on Jack for abduction of an heir. Surely, Dimitri wasn't a child nor was it time enough yet to report a missing person.

But Jack also knew that his friend's parents didn't like him that much and wouldn't put it passed them to blow the situation out of proportion.

If that meant the others taking space of his apartment as if they lived there, for certain leaving him a lot to clean up after... Well, it wasn't like that wasn't already usually the case. At the very least, it forces him to clean his place often. And in the event his mom would drop by for an unexpected visit, the tidiness would prompt the idea: 'Hey yo, your son is doing fine and not living like a slob just because he separated from his ex-wife.' It helped that Jamie had moved out of his apartment and went to take up space in his older brother's guest room, something he couldn't do with Jack still living with Elsa originally since she used it as an workshop of sorts for any of her fashion design projects. So it wasn't like he was completely on his own in housekeeping, it had been rough going at first when Elsa first moved out and Jamie couldn't move in until he had finally paid off the lease in his previous, smaller unit.

"I’m fine, uncle Vlad. No, really. I know you haven't met him yet, but Jack's a good friend from college so don't worry about..."

Dimitri was using their phone. Because apparently, in his whim to run from the wedding, he forgot that he had given his Smartphone to hold to his best man and uncle, Vlad. Meanwhile Jack was refilling bowls with chips and pouring drinks for everyone, who were watching TV, Jamie was taking stock of ingredients that he could cook for he and Jack's dinner. After deciding on one, he closed the fridge and went to join the others at the center of the apartment.

"Ever notice that the most popular KDramas usually involve love triangles, petty jealousy, and cliché main guy heartthrobs? I could never understand the hype." Hiccup mused, taking a Dorito from the bowl Jack had set down. "Songs are awesome though, even though I don't know what they're singing about half the time."

Jack shrugged, pulling over an ottoman to sit on so he would still be near the chips. "I don't know, I only watched one so far. Because of my in-laws. Well, ex ones anyway. And Kingdom isn’t like that..."

"Yeah, but that one has the overused zombie infestation plot to make up for it."

"When will you guys just watch shows for their purpose?" Jamie raised a brow. scrolling through his phone and thinking of which film to watch instead. No one seemed too heavily invested in Start Up right now anyway.

Who even put it on then? Jamie supposed one of Elsa's friends or other, since this Netflix account was shared between her and Jack. Something they continued to share even after the divorce, as they didn't see the need to stop.

Astrid shrugged, "And what’s that?

"Entertainment."

"Well, when it’s actually doing its purpose I guess."

Jamie rolled his eyes, about to question why they weren't changing what was playing when he was cut off as Dimitri, from the Island counter, was starting to get particularly loud as he talked over the phone. "...I’ll feel much better if I wasn’t hearing dad cussing like a sailor in the background." He said in a bit of a huff, "You know what, just put him on and let’s get this over with…"

Jack took his own phone and paused Netflix, much to the ire of Jamie, so they could all turn to not-so-subtly eavesdrop on Dimitri, even Jim stares at the Russian after acquiring a muffin from the fridge.

"Yeah, it’s m─dad no─Well, if you stop cursing my existence long enough to let me explain─Is mom there? Cause she’d be rubbing soap on your mouth by now!" Dimitri spat at the phone angrily.

Jamie cringed, awkwardly getting up from the couch to head to his room. Jack and the others passed the Doritos around. As far as he was concerned, it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before.

"─Me?! An ingrate?! I don't owe you anything; you're the damn parent, it was your job to provide those things! And you never even came to watch those Equestrian competitions I joined, and I only ever took up lessons on your demands; I never asked you to spend on those lessons!"

Jim didn't know what the argument was about, but he was definitely taking Dimitri's side. "Huh, dad troubles." he hummed as he walked back to the others, "A good enough reason for the Russian ran."

"In your case," Hiccup shrugged, "your dad ran though…"

That got him a glare from the part time Astronomy professor, "This muffin" Jim growled, holding the muffin towards his friend. "could be used as a lethal murder weapon, Haddock."

"In your hands? I don't doubt it, bud."

"Znayete chto, k chertu eto, ya prosto skazhu eto!"

Astrid, Hiccup, and Jim blinked in confusion. They turned towards Jack, who raised a brow in response. "I was his roommate," he said. "but I didn't learn his language. Turn up the subtitles or something."

"I’m gay, and always have been since forever. Even Anya knows!"

Jack raised his closed fist up, before a finger folded out, "Called it."

"He was your roommate at college." Hiccup pointed out leadingly, "Of course you called it."

The silver blond scowled at the brunette, "We weren't like that," he said. "More like he kept claiming he was bi, when I kept telling I already knew he was gay."

"Yeah well, tell mama I love her but screw you pops!" Dimitri huffed, putting the phone away to scream at it before bringing it back near his ear. "It’s my life, and I’m gonna live it the way I want…… Well, maybe I don’t need your roof to return to. I’ll just stay here…… Hey! he may be bottom feeder Jack to you, but he’s my friend bottom feeder Jack! And what the hell, his big ears don't even have anything to do with the possibility of him being a gold digger."

Hiccup and Astrid both snickered, as Jack looked unamused. "I guess we established I’m still bottom feeder Jack..."

"With big ears."

"I was pointedly not mentioning that."

Then, Dimitri continued with some tone of finality, his voice lowered as if sounding tired now, it somber up his audience. "It’s my decision now, dad… Well, maybe I don’t want to keep my inherita─" He cuts himself off quickly, his eyes widening. "No, no! I said maybe!" There was a click at the other end of the phone, and Dimitri's face fell. "Well, now I’m cut off." He places the phone back on the counter and slumps on a dining room chair. "Shostakovitch… I don’t know if the heatwave is just hitting now, or if I’m having a panic attack…"

At the phrase 'panic attack', Jack moved. The paper bags weren't where they usually were, and he remembered Jamie was the last one who went grocery shopping. He called for his brother, who returned outside to get the paper bag. The silver blond gave it to Dimitri, placing a hand behind the Russian's back as well to rub comforting circles against it, pretty much what they'd do for each other whenever one of them came back to their shared dorm room drunk after random frat parties they've been invited to.

Jack: Okay, just take calming breaths buddy. It's not the end of the world.

Dimitri: *breathing quickly, narrowing his eyes at Jack*

Jack: Okay, maybe it's a big deal but c'mon, don’t look at me like that. I mean, what were you expecting? Just… You know, think of less stressful thoughts. Think happy thoughts.

Dimitri: *inhales* I am *exhales* drawing a blank… Little help?

Jamie: 🎶Think of a wonderful thought. Any merry little thought…🎶

Jack: 😐

Dimitri: 😑

Jamie: 🎶 Think of Christmas, think of snow. Think of sleigh bells off you go!🎶

Dimitri: *throws off paper bag* Not like that.

Astrid: *shrugs* Made me happy. You should join the choir, Jamie.

#S.q.u.a.d.#F.r.i.e.n.d.s AU #Jack Frost #Hiccup Haddock #Jamie Bennett #Astrid Hofferson #Jim Hawkins #Dimitri Sudayev #JiMitri #JamiStrid #HiJack

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muse

request: art major!reader w law major!doyoung pls :cc bullet note format if u can!!!

a/n: he’s a year older than you but it doesn’t matter that much

warning: a few swear words oopsie

genre: fluffy college!au

pairing: doyoung x reader

summary: ummm basically just how you and doyoung meet and get to know each other

word count: 5.1k (oops)

lets GOOOOOOOO

okay so basically college has been a JOURNEY

people ALWAYS had some shit to say as soon as they found out you were an art major

it was usually “what are you going to do with that” “do you know how unsteady that career path is”

liKE I GET IT

do they really think they’re telling you something new????

oh I’m sorry your majoring in business Susan™ and you decide to throw away your passions just because some high school counselor told you that you wouldn’t be able to support yourself but IM going to make my passion a career

lol sorry I have a lot of feelings

now onto how you met your mans doyoung

your freshman and sophomore years, you had only seen him in passing

tbh you barely recognized him when you saw him more than once

you knew him as “that one dude that i always see in the dining hall wearing suits”

then junior year you got a job at the convenience store on campus (lets get this BREAD)

pls tell me it isn’t some weird niche thing that only my school has

aNyWHO he started coming in around 2 am right before closing

and ALWAYS picked up 3 coffees all of which had double shots of espresso

this happened about 2 or 3 times a week

(which is very unhealthy guys gals and nonbinary pals pls try to drink cold water instead, it helps wake me up or green tea)

so despite seeing him so often at work, he began to appear less and less everywhere else

were you lowkey kinda sad about it???

mAYhaPS

that was until winter quarter started

you needed an elective class, SO you figured ‘eh why not take philosophy’ you had heard around that the professor is really chill and overall the class wasn’t supposed to be that bad

WELL GUESS AGAIN

because that really nice professor that everyone loved isn’t the one teaching the class this quarter

but hey you figured let’s go into this with an open mind and hope for the best

well on day one of this class (which is a 9 am by the way) guess who struts through the door

mister “that one guy i’d always see wearing a suit” who became mister “that one dude who always buys too much coffee at 3 am”

the man… the myth…… the legend………….MISTER KIM DOYOUNG

yep and ya boi decided to sit 2 seats down from you, it was too far to say hi or anything (esp bc you had never really spoken to him before) but like he was also just close enough for it to be awkward

so class went by normally you found out that the new professor wasn’t THAT bad but there was definitely gonna be a lot of work involved

so yeah life carries on as normal

you still see him all the time at the convenience store

one night it had been a particularly rough shift

your alarm didn’t go off, so you were running late, it had started to rain on your walk to work, and when you finally got there your manager apparently had someone piss in his cheerios because he had S U C H an attitude because you were

TWO

MINUTES

LATE

you were sat behind the counter after what felt like hours of sweeping and mopping the floors

that’s when he walked in

you didn’t even lift your head to greet him as “hi, welcome” crawled itself out of your mouth

you did however notice when he sat his 3 cans of coffee in front of you

“hey your y/n right?”

“that’s what it says on my nametag”

“haha yeah it does. i think i have you in my philosophy class”

when you finally met his eyes, you felt a little bad

you had kinda been giving him the cold shoulder for something that wasn’t his fault

you gave him a little smile

“yeah i am. doyoung right?”

he nodded slightly

the air was a little awkward and silent as you scanned his coffees

as you handed him the receipt he asked “hey do you maybe want to study together sometime. i mean our test is in like two weeks and it’s a quarter of our grade so like if you were free we could hang out and get some work done?”

dUDE you froze

here he was standing right in front of you; messy hair, sweatpants, a sweatshirt repping your school logo and looking very nervous (but very attractive lmao)

i guess your reply took a little too long because he quickly started to back peddle

“i mean if you prefer to study alone that’s cool. i just always see you during lecture and you look like you understand the material and sometimes i get a little lost in terminology but if you don’t want to that’s fine too.”

you quickly snapped out of your haze

“no, no. i would love to study with you. here let me give you my number so we can meet up. most of my classes are in the morning so any time after like noon should be fine.”

you grabbed his receipt back and quickly scribbled your number on it before handing it back

“just text me when you want to get together”

okay honestly you had never been one to give out your phone number just like that and you didn’t really like studying with people

but something about him made it so hard to say no

you just had this urge to get to know him

so when he texted you a few days later asking if you were free to study that night

of course you said yes

and it went pretty smoothly

he has a much better understanding of the material than he let on at first

he even ended up helping you understand a few things

you got together w few times over the next couple of weeks

each time you met you got to know each other more and more

yall quickly became friends

well yall became friends after the first night studying because lets be real it was awKWARD

like neither of you felt particularly comfortable yet because this was the first time you had actually hung out with each other despite knowing of each other’s existence for two years

oh yeah that’s something you found out after getting to know one another

he had always seen you around campus and wanted to get to know you but never did because he thought it’d freak you out having a random stranger coming up to you like

‘hey I know you don’t know me but I see you all the time. let’s be friends.’

which isn’t THAT crazy but to each their own

okay but let’s jump to the time 2 days before your exam

you guys agreed to meet up at the library and the plan was to study for A WHILE just to make sure you were prepared ya know?

so like you get there and he was already sitting in a room waiting

when you open the door he gets up to hug you

which he hasn’t ever done before

and like tbh he was really warm and smelled really nice like it his cologne wasn’t too strong, and it smelt sweet but also very inviting which isn’t really a scent but like do you get me? and he gave a really tight hug like the type that you didn’t want to let go of it felt as though you could stay there forever (this is also where you lowkey start having feelings for him but shhh because you don’t realize it yet)

so back the point

obvi you start studying and besides the hug nothing was really that different

you got through the material, quizzed each other, talked a bit

ya know the usual

time flew by and the next thing you know it’s 12:30 am and the library would be closing at 1 so you decide to wrap it up

“alright doyoung i’ll see you in class. get some rest before the test okay?”

“yeah yeah i will” he rolled his eyes a little bit

“seriously dude. i know you. go straight to sleep when you get back to your place”

he worried you sometimes. He really wanted to do well and the applications for law school were opening up soon, so he’s been kinda stressed no matter how much he tried to hide it and this test coming up isn’t helping

“i will. i promise.”

he walked you out of the library and you two would usually part ways and walk alone to your apartments

before you could turn and say goodbye doyoung was already speaking

“hey it’s a lot darker out here than usual”

you looked up at the pitch-black sky

“yeah I guess it is, oh well at least I have my pep-“

“what? you have your pepper spray right?”

“no i forgot that i let my roommate borrow it. she’s going to a sorority thing and won’t be back until like 3 or 4. it’s fine though my apartment is only like a 10-minute walk. goodnight do”

“wait y/n. i’ll walk you back. it’s way too late and too dark for you to go home”

“no i couldn’t ask you to do that. you’re law and society class is at 8 am tomorrow so you need to get some sleep.”

“well i won’t be able to sleep anyway if I’m staying up worried about you. so lead the way.”

despite the cold fall air, your face felt hot

like you know that it’s normal for friends to be worried about each other but that didn’t make doyoung saying it any less charming

the walk back was nerve wracking

you guys normally don’t hang out outside of the context of studying

so like this was weird, nice but weird

and once you go to your door there was a cast of silence

doyoung was just looking at you

normally it would make you kinda uncomfy/insecure but right now you were calm

there was something about looking into his eyes

the brown was so warm and inviting

after a few seconds of the comfortable silence, he finally looked away

and I awkwardly cleared my throat “thank you for walking me home doyoung”

“of course, i’m just gald to know you got here safely”

“so um, i was gonna wish you luck just in case we don’t see each other before the test but i mean judging from our study session you won’t need it though.”

he giggled and i swear someone could have mopped up your heart because it was in a puddle on the floor

“shut up y/n. thank you though. i always appreciate your kind words. do you want to meet for lunch after the exam? i usually have a lab afterwards but it got cancelled so if you’re free we should meet up.” asjdjjklcbclkNCKDLSNCOS

“yeah i am free. i guess i’ll see you then.”

he took a few steps back “yeah i guess you will. goodnight y/n”

“goodnight doyoung. actually get some sleep tonight, yeah?”

you could see his shoulders shake with laughter as he walked down the steps

to say you were smitten would be an UNDERSTATEMENT

the smile that showed up didn’t leave even after you fell asleep

when you get to class on that friday morning, doyoung is already sitting in his usual seat

the bags that usually take their place beneath his eyes are barely visible today

hopefully he took your advice and actually went to sleep

after the test you both got some burgers for lunch and just talked it had nothing to do with the test which was nice

i guess y’all make a great pair because once the scores came out, both of you got A’s

after that studying together became a routine

every tuesday, thursday and saturday leading up to the next test, you guys would review or sometimes just hang out

it was a mutual decision to help each other study

even if you didn’t share the class, one would be there to quiz and make sure the other focused (most of the time it worked, other times you’d be the reason they got distracted and vice versa)

the two of you would go out for lunch on those days instead

as the quarter drew to a close and the break got nearer and nearer as did finals week

you and doyoung tried to keep up with your study schedule but it was getting harder

you had artwork due

you were particularly stressed over a sculpture that was assigned

your teacher gave you those choice of clay or marbleas a medium and clearly you chose clay

you were going to do marble but then you remembered the other 3 tests you need to prepare for and a portfolio that had to fit the theme of mythology

so basically you had a lot of art to produce and NO INSPIRATION like none, zero, zip, zilch, nada

you sat in the room you had reserved in the arts building

a pile of clay sat atop a slab of rock, a blank page of a sketchbook sat next to that

scrolling through pinterest had stopped working long ago and at this point you were losing hope

ring, ring, ring

doyoung’s name popped up on your screen

it was odd because you two usually texted for everything

“hey, do what’s up?”

“hi y/n i was just wondering if you wanted to grab some fro-yo. i just got out of another test and could use some company”

“ahh, doyoung i’m sorry but i’m stuck doing work. do you remember that mythology sculpture i told you about? well, it’s due next Wednesday and i haven’t even started on it yet”

his voice sounded so concerned “is everything okay? how are you doing?”

“i’m doing okay, just tired. i’ve been trying so hard but can’t find any inspiration” you sighed into the phone, looking out the window of your room

“what room are you in?”

“room 247 in building B. why?”

“just sit tight.”

the call ended before you could ask any more questions

okay when i tell yall it was less than five minutes and he was walking through the door just know that what i really mean is he rAN FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF CAMPUS TO COME COMFORT YOU

so yeah, he got there huffin and puffin, ready to blow your house down (with love)

“doyoung, what are you doing here?”

“well you were upset.” his tone was so matter-of-fact, and his eyes were so wide and innocent

honestly he looked so cute but like you were still very confused

what was he doing there?????

yeah you were upset but you also didn’t want to worry him

he casually walked over to a seat beside a window and pulled something out of his backpack

as he got closer and reached his hand out for you to take it, you noticed it was a sandwich

“it’s ham and cheese. light mayo, no lettuce or tomato”

when your eyes looked up at him he wouldn’t make eye contact

“you said this is the only way you take your sandwiches”

yALL

you only told him this once in passing because he was eating a sandwich with mayo

but pls tell you are putting the pieces together

he stopped to get you food and made it across campus in 5 minutes

the walk alONE SHOULD HAVE TAKEN 10 MINUTES

HE STOPPED AND GOT YOU FOOD TO MAKE SURE YOU WEREN’T SKIPPING ANY MEALS

MARRY THID MANFSJDLFG

alrighty anywho

obviously you took the sandwich and spent 5 minutes thanking him for getting it for you

he sat back down in his seat near the window as you guys chatted for a bit

the conversation slowed slightly and you were able to just look at him

the light was bouncing off his face perfectly

his eyes looked like freshly brewed coffee. they were warm and inviting

his smile somehow managed to outshine the light pouring in

there he was

in all of his glory

your muse

your inspiration

his expression shifted to one of confusion

“y/n, why are you looking at me like that”

he could be your subject for not only the sculpture but also the portfolio as well

“okay this may be an odd favor and you can feel free to say no”

your leg couldn’t stop bouncing up and down and you thought your hands might catch a cramp from all the wringing they were doing

“don’t be silly. what is it?”

“well, i was thinking maybe you could be the model for my sculpture.”

“of course i will but i thought it was supposed to be about mythology and i’m no greek god”

he chuckled a little bit

“shut up do. are you kidding me? your shoulders are like a mile wide. you have a great jawline and that smile? you’d have all the mortal girls falling for you i mean i did. that sounds like god-material to me”

he threw his head back laughing

mostly to hide the huge blush creeping up his cheeks

“okay, okay. i’ll pose for you. what do i have to do?”

“just sit still so that i can take some measurements of your face and then i’ll take some photos for reference afterwards.”

doyoung did as he was told for the most part

he sat there patiently

he kept peeking at your sketchbook as you laid out the rough ideas for a few of your other pieces

tbh you hadn’t even noticed

you were in the ZONE, you hadn’t been this inspired in a while and you wanted to take full advantage of it

you also hadn’t noticed the ,,,, um,,,, lack of space,,,,,, between the two of you

well doyoung had, to say the least

he sat there desperately hoping and praying that you wouldn’t notice how sharply he would breathe in everytime your hands touched his face to move its position

or that you couldn’t notice how much his hands were shaking and how he was constantly wiping them on his pants because they were very sweaty

finally, you had all the information you needed

as you stepped back and over to your chair in front of the clay, doyoung could finally breath

“doyoung, do you have any other classes today? i don’t want to keep you here if you have plans. you can go i can work off of the reference pictures”

he very vigorously shook his head

“no no, i’m free for the day.”

“okay. you should probably go get something to eat while get this started. this will probably be a long process.”

“yeah sure. do you want me to grab you anything while I’m gone?”

“nope i’m good. i already had the sandwich you brought me.”

“okay then i’ll be right back”

after he left it easy to feel the emptiness of the room

even though you were enveloped in your work it was still noticeable

the absence of his presence was palpable

the lack of it was almost suffocating

while you were worked on getting the basic shape and structure you found yourself unsettled

unable to get back into the ‘zone’ you found yourself in before

still, you pushed through the weird shift in the air, but it wasn’t long before doyoung came back with a bag of food

“hey doyoung.”

he glanced over at your pile of clay

“whoa. you made a lot of progress. okay i know you said that you didn’t want anything to eat but i brought burgers and some chips and stuff just in case.

“doyoung, you really didn’t have to. i would have been fine.”

he rolled his eyes but didn’t reply. he simply sat back in his chair and ate some of the fries that came with his burger

the hours seemed to fly by once doyoung returned

it also helped that you played music on the speaker that you brought

before you knew it, it was 5 pm and the sun was setting

you leaned back from your chair to stretch before standing and taking a good look at the sculpture

after about 4 hours of work, you were almost done

of course there were still things that needed to be touched up, like the hair and the eyes

you had decided on a pose of doyoung looking up and off into the distance

you turned and washed your hands in the sink at the back of the room

“here’s your burger if you want it. it might be a little cold, but it doesn’t have any mustard, lettuce, tomato, or pickle. that’s how you like it right?”

YALL HE DID IT AGAIN

HE REALLY JUST OUT HERE BEIN A WHOLE SWEETHEART

“yeah, how’d you know?”

“remember we met up for dinner before a study session a few weeks ago? that’s how you ordered your burger and you told me about how dill pickles were the bane of your existence”

“which they are” you chuckled “but i can’t believe you remembered that”

“of course, i did. i remember everything you tell me”

your heart melted for like the fiFTH TIME TODAY

you smiled and blushed before grabbing the wrapped burger from his hands

you guys sat and ate in comfortable silence

once you had finished you turned to him

“if you’re ready to leave you can. i just have a few things to add but it’ll be okay if you aren’t here. i’m just about out of daylight anyway.”

he playfully cocked his head to the side and crossed his arms

“y/n. i have a feeling you’re trying to get rid of me”

“maybe i am doyoung. whatcha gonna do about it?”

“cry.”

you both busted up laughing

once you had calmed down you looked at him

“seriously do. if you wanna go study or sleep or something go ahead”

he stood up and began to walk closer to you

“oh stop that. y/n it isn’t a burden for me to stay here with you. i’m honored that you would choose me to be the subject of your work and i love spending my time with you”

at this point he was standing right in front of you. looking down into your eyes.

there was no hiding the redness flushing your skin

after a few moments of silence, you looked back down at your hands

he speaks again as if you two hadn’t spent the past minute just staring into each other’s eyes

“so what next? are you gonna keep sculpting me or are you gonna draw and paint a bit?”

“ummm ,,, i kinda want to just finish the sculpture so that i don’t have to worry about it ya know?”

“yeah. where is the light switch?”

“right by the corner near the door”

as he flipped on the switch and light once again flooded the room

you were able to get a good look at the sculpture

despite it not being finished, you were still incredibly happy and proud of it

you sat back down in front of it ready to finish the work

it only took another hour or two to finish once you really got back into it

you spent the bulk of the time adding in all the little details

and you also decided last minute to add a wreath atop his head and the top of a toga

you took a final step back before sighing in relief

you were finished

you almost wanted to cry

while you were staring at the piece doyoung got up to stand behind you and look at it as well

“wow y/n. it’s beautiful.”

“well it’s you so i hope it is.”

LOOK AT YOU. BEING BOLD. OKAAYYYY

before he could say anything else, you walked back to the sink and while washing your hands, asked his help to put it in another room to dry for a few days before it goes into the kiln

“it’ll take a while to dry so i’m going to leave it here and head to bed”

“okay well i can walk you back to your apartment”

“alrighty”

okay so you grabbed all your stuff (with his help because doyoung is too nice to just walk beside you as you try carry 4 different bags filled with art supplies)

the walk back was kind of uneventful

you invited him in to drop all your things off before he headed out, not until you thanked him for spending the day with you and being your subject

okay so 2 weeks pass

you and doyoung meet up a few times because you need him to model a few poses for your portfolio

but FINALLY you finished your portfolio and sculpture and turned it all in

since then you have been relaxing, getting ready for winter break

well “relaxing” is a loose term

tbh you had been kinda stressed over the scores you were going to get on the artwork

and today, the day before the quarter ends, your professor would be handing back your portfolio & sculpture with a score

you decided to text doyoung after getting dismissed from class

y/n: “hey i get the score for my art project back today. do you want to meet up and we can find out together?”

doyoung: “oh my gosh yes. but are you sure you want me to be there?”

y/n: “of course do. you were such a big part of this, i couldn’t leave you out of it. besides you haven’t seen the finished portfolio”

doyoung: “okay. same art room as last time?”

y/n: “yep. i’ll see you in 20”

you were nervous. as you waited in the room, your legs couldn’t stay still so you decided to pace in hopes of calming yourself down

or at least having something to do

when he walked into the room, your eyes met

there was no hiding the frantic look in them either

“hey y/n. do you have it?”

you pulled a card from inside the front of your portfolio and set it down on the table

doyoung’s voice was soft and calming as he walked up to you

“can i look at it?”

he picked up the large folder

in a large gold print:

PROMETHEUS, he dies everyday but wouldn’t wish for any other way to spend eternity

“you chose me to represent Prometheus? what’s his story”

you began to recount the tale as doyoung slowly flipped through pages of your artwork

· “well he was the youngest of the titans, which were the creators of greek gods. it was said that he was also the kindest. when he looked upon the earth and saw how the humans were struggling, Prometheus felt pity and decided to give them a gift. he gave them a divine secret of the gods. he gave them fire. he did this despite knowing that Zeus would punish him if he found out. which he did. the other titans and gods were furious, so they tied him to a rock near the sea. every day an eagle would come and rip out prometheus’ liver and he would die. every night it would grow back bringing him back to life. this torturous routine goes on every day and night and according to the myth it continues until this day, as it will forever.”

as you finished the story doyoung closed the folder

all he said was “wow”

it made you nervous. “so ,,,,, do you like it?”

“y/n. this is beyond words. this is amazing. and you chose me?”

“well yeah i mean. you two just seemed to fit each other. you are the kindest person i know. you’re very generous too. so really it wouldn’t have worked if i had chosen anyone else or any other myth.”

he said nothing. just set down your work and hugged you.

you embraced each other. sharing this moment.

“y/n no matter the score on the other side of that car, just know that your work is beyond incredible. not just because it’s of me”

you both laughed before he continued

“seriously. you are an amazing artist. your art moves people. it makes me feel emotions that i haven’t felt in a while. it takes me on a journey.”

he pulled back and gave you one last smile before grabbing the card off of the table

“on 3”

“….1”

“….2”

“….3!”

a 97 was written in bright red marker

“oh my gosh y/n”

you two jumped back into each other’s arms

the smile on your face was ear to ear. there was no way it was going to fade any time soon

“I knew you could do it.”

“not without you i couldn’t have,” you say leaning back slightly, your arms still around his neck

he rolls his eyes at you

“seriously doyoung. if you hadn’t come by that day i don’t know what i would have done. you were my muse”

his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist

your eyes would have met if his weren’t staring at your lips right now

“y/n.” he whispered

“doyoung?”

“can i kiss you?”

“absolutely”

FUCKING FINALLY

ahem sorry I got a little excited for you

it was great. what can i say

it was everything you expected to be

before you thought that the whole “fireworks” thing was just movies overexaggerating

but NOW you can attest to that

the kiss with doyoung had so much built up tension and caring and passion and just wowza

when you finally pulled apart

both of you were slightly out of breath

doyoung still had this cute, dumb smile plastered on his face

he gave you a few more pecks

which of course made you have a big dumb smile plastered on your face

you actually pulled apart and out of his arms this time and took a look at the score card

beneath your score the professor left a little note

“i hope you don’t mind but i emailed the art gallery about your work. they have a small exhibition open if you’d like to showcase your art. here’s the email: _______. please consider it. you have serious talent.”

“an art gallery doyoung. an exhibition in an art gallery.”

tears fell down your face

this was an amazing opportunity

a dream came true

“i can come over tonight and we can email them.”

you just nodded your head

tbh you were still in shock

this was a huge opportunity

“so y/n. i know there is a lot going on right now but I can’t wait. will you be my girl/boy-friend?

“doyoung of course. can you help me take this stuff back to my apartment then if you want we can go grab something to eat?”

he nodded happily and grabbed the sculpture

THE END

goodness gracious that took a while

I hope you enjoyed reading this 5 thousand-word trainwreck

I know some of the stuff about creating sculptures isn’t accurate, but I need to make it work with the timeline I had in my head

I hope it didn’t bother anyone too much

but yeah

thanks for reading

also I didn’t proofread this so hopefully there aren’t many mistakes

if there are just message me and I’ll fix them

also also here’s a sequel type thing that doesn’t have to be seen as a sequel umm it isn’t as good as this one but here ya go

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Why’d It Have to be Me? Chapter 1

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“I know I agreed to go to a club, but does it have to be a gay club?” Dave groaned.

“Look, Katz, you refuse to show how gay you are in public, therefore making it hard for you to find a boyfriend,” his friend and roommate, Peter, scolded. “I get that you’re afraid to be open in public, and that’s okay, but I don’t want you pretending to like some girl just because you are afraid and can’t find someone to love.”

Dave rolled his eyes. “I would never pretend to like a girl—”

“Yes you would, Mr. Momma’s boy.” Dave opened his mouth to refute what he said again, but Peter quickly interrupted him by throwing some sort of make-up product at him. “A girl would confess their love, you would try denying her, she would cry, you would feel bad and take her on a date.” He leaned back into the mirror to complete the blue look that he was doing on his eyes.

Dave never really understood what the hype about make-up is. He was never a fan of it, both on himself and on other men. He doesn’t attack people who like it obviously, it just wasn’t something that he was too interested in.

“Next think you know, I’m getting a wedding invitation for you and Jessica, and now you have three kids and no boyfriend!”

“I think you’re being a little dramatic,” Dave laughed. Peter turned to face where Dave was leaning against door to give him a wink.

“I’m gay, of course I am.” Dave shook his head and walked away, opting to change out of his work clothes and into some club appropriate clothes.

He didn’t have a lot, especially since he moved from San Francisco. He loved the city, and it wasn’t like he didn’t have anywhere to stay. His parents love him and would love for him to move back in, but he just couldn’t do that. He wanted to be somewhere and be his own person without the weird feeling of still being a teenager.

“You better be choosing clothes that makes every twink fawn over you!” he heard Peter call. A deep blush covered Dave’s face as he turned to his open door.

“First of all, stop calling random guys that I talk to twinks!” He heard Peter laugh from the bathroom. “Second of all, how would I know that?”

“Uh, walk over here?”

“You are not a twink, Peter.” Dave walked back to the bathroom anyway, not wanting to even slightly annoy his friend before the night even started.

“That’s not what everyone else thinks,” he sung. Dave stood in the doorway once again. Peter turned his head, giving Dave a good look before sighing. “Those are your best clubbing clothes, aren’t they?”

“What’s wrong with them,” Dave mumbled. Peter raised an eyebrow at him instead of giving an answer before checking his phone.

“No time to change, Katz, we gotta go. The Uber is here.”

“Do you have everything?” Dave asked as he reached for the house keys.

“Cell phone and wallet? Yeah.”

“And chapstick?” Peter froze and checked his pockets, before running back into his room.

“I knew there was a reason I kept you around!” Peter called.

“This is my apartment.” Dave mumbled. Finally the light in Peter’s room turned off and Peter came running out, holding a jacket and chapstick.

“Let’s go!”

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Clubs were never Dave’s thing, but it never stopped him from being peer pressured into going. He always thought that maybe, this was going to be the time that he was able to let go a bit and have some fun.

Life just hates him, though.

He lost track of Peter 10 minutes after they got there, and he couldn’t drink and have fun if he couldn’t keep track of his friend. What if he got hurt? What if someone drugged him and tried kidnapping him? There have been plenty of stories online of stuff like that happening to gay men and Dave had a feeling that Peter didn’t know as much as his sister may in avoiding date rape.

So here he was, sitting at the bar, listening to Lady Gaga play in the background as he watched adults dance around, openly expressing themselves outside of pride month, while he was completely sober.

Dave heaved a deep sigh as he took a drink of his water. He needed something to do as he watched everyone dance around.

“Hey there, handsome,” he heard a voice almost purr next to him. Dave turned his head and it felt like all of the air in his lungs was ripped away.

Leaning against the counter was a gorgeous man who had curly hair. He was wearing a sheer crop top with a pink scarf wrapped around his neck, and dear lord he had on the tightest pair of leather skinny jeans Dave has ever seen a man own.

“Oh, uh, hi,” Dave stumbled out.

“What are you doing over here by yourself?” the man asked, leaning more on the counter. Dave cleared his throat so that he could keep his composure.

“I came here with my friend and I lost him, so now I’m just waiting until he appears again.”

“Now why would he leave you here all by yourself?”

“Probably to force me to make more friends.”

“Oh my friend’s try to do that!” the mystery man laughed. “Or, my drug buddies. They always want me to leave them alone and make some new friends, so they leave so that I can talk to others, so that’s why I’m alone most of the time.”

“Oh.” He really had no idea how to respond to that. The stranger didn’t seem to mind though. He motioned to the dance floor with excitement that Dave can only match to a puppy getting a new toy.

“Come and dance! It’s boring to just sit at the bar,”

“Uh, I’d like to make sure my friend is okay—”

“This is a small bar!” he exclaimed. “You’ll see him eventually!”

Usually Dave wouldn’t listen to random men at the bar. There have been some guys who have tried pulling him away from the bar, getting him to dance and drink, but they never succeeded. Dave always prided himself in being strong willed and not easily peer-pressured.

Except now, there is something about this man. Whether it’s because he is the best looking man he has ever seen at a club, and Dave is only human.

“Okay,” he relented. The man cheered and grabbed Dave, pulling him away from the bar and right to the middle of the dance floor.

The man was immediately dancing like he had been born for it. He was swaying his hips, twirling around, and bumping into Dave as often as he could. It seemed that the beat was flowing through him and that the club’s mood is all coming from this one man.

Dave was thriving. He kept grabbing his hands, forcing Dave to dance with the same amount of enthusiasm as him. He would turn his back to Dave and there was no way that he didn’t know what he was doing. This man knew that he looks great, that he could dance in a way that controlled every man in the room, and it was obvious from the stares of different men in the room. Dave was glowing to know that he chose to dance with him instead of the other men in the room.

“Let’s go get drinks!” the man yelled over the music. Dave nodded his head and followed him back to the bar.

His previous water was now gone, and before he could order another, the man ordered two drinks for the both of them.

“I never got your name,” Dave mentioned. The man laughed.

“Klaus.”

“Dave.” He stuck his hand out to shake—a man of habit—and Klaus took it with a firm shake.

“So, you come here often, big guy,” he purred. A light blush covered his cheeks as Klaus dragged his hand down his bicep. He knew he was fit, not grossly so, but the ideal male body. According to Peter, at least.

“Ah, no. My friend dragged me out here. Something about having to find more gay men other than him,” he laughed.

“So you don’t got a boyfriend?” he asked.

“Nope. Haven’t since sophomore year of college.” Klaus seemed to brighten at that.

“Good to know you aren’t cheating on a man at home.” The bartender had finally gotten back with their drinks, setting them down in front of each of them. Dave grabbed it and took a sip, honestly parched from dancing for so long.

“Nope. No man to mention.”

Klaus kept the conversation going. Usually Dave didn’t like to keep talking to people he met at a bar, but there was never a dull moment in the conversation with Klaus. He was definitely high energy—Dave also thought that he was high, but he was never good at figuring that out.

Klaus started ordering them shots and having fun with it. They would take shots without their hands, link their arms and takes shots from the other’s arm, and other weird things that Dave had never even thought of trying. Their faces got close enough that Dave thought if he moved just a centimeter forward, he would be able to kiss those talkative lips.

“We should step outside,” Dave mumbled. “It’s getting hot in here.”

“I like your thinking,” Klaus purred. He followed Dave outside the front door of the club, past the bouncer and to the side.

Klaus leaned against the wall and Dave followed suit, not too close but close enough that anyone could tell that he was definitely into Klaus.

“You sure do like to keep your distance,” Klaus commented. Dave turned to him with a shrug.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Klaus smiled and Dave could look at that smile for days.

“Such a gentleman.”

“Mamma raised me right.” Dave watched as Klaus smile widened, but his face scrunched up.

“Don’t say that,” he mumbled, looking to the side. Dave slightly turned his head to see if there was someone standing there that he didn’t notice, but the only thing was the street filled with cars.

“What?” he asked, thoroughly confused. The smile found itself right back on Klaus’ face.

“Nothing. Did I say something? I didn’t think I did.” Dave decided to drop it. He didn’t know Klaus well enough to push more, even though he was sure he said something.

He felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Dave quickly pulled it out to see a text from Peter.

From Peter Pan: hey i won't be coming home until tomorrow ;)

To Peter Pan: okay. just send me your location when you get there

From Peter Pan: i know the drill

“Who was that?”

“It was Peter. He was telling me he wasn’t going to be home.” Klaus smiled that perfect smile and leaned towards Dave more, his side now being pressed against the wall.

“Oh, is that so?”

“Mhm,” Dave hummed. “He knows that it can be dangerous for men so he texts me that he won’t be home and will send me his address when he gets there in case anything happens.”

“Are you sure that you’re single?” Dave looked at Klaus with a shocked look.

“Y-Yes? Why?”

“You are just too nice and caring for someone to not be dating you.” Dave rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling.

“Yeah, well, I just care about my friends.” Klaus nodded his head in agreement.

A wave of confidence flooded over him. It was most likely from all the shots that he and Klaus took together, but Dave wasn’t going to let this rare feeling disappear before he can do anything about it.

“What about you? How are you not single?” Klaus seemed to be shocked at the question, as if he is unaware of how great he looks and how nice he is and how every guy in the club was wanting to dance and drink with him.

“People tend to stay away from me once they learn more,” Klaus shrugged. Dave shook his head in disbelief.

“No way.” He turned his body towards Klaus, mimicking the way he stood. “You’re so gorgeous, funny, and sweet. People have got to be crazy if they don’t want to be with you.”

“Aw, you’re making me blush.” Klaus looked away as he said that. Dave could tell he was feeling self conscious. “But trust me sweetheart, if you got to know me, you’d turn a blind eye to my existence.”

“I doubt it.”

“Everyone else did.” Dave watched with pain in his eyes as Klaus stared off towards the street. Dave could tell he has been hurt. He has been hurt by people close to him, or people he never knew for more than an hour. He knew the look because he had seen it in his mirror so many times.

Dave slowly reached a hand forward and cupped Klaus’s cheek, forcing him to look at him. Klaus turned his head until they locked eyes.

“Let me decide if I will,” Dave mumbled, leaning in. Dave internally beamed when Klaus started leaning in as well.

When their lips touched, Dave felt at ease. He has been waiting for this all night, to actually be able to hold and kiss Klaus like he has done it many times before.

They both pulled back, but kept their foreheads pressed together. It was Klaus who spoke first.

“Didn’t take you for the type to kiss before the first date,” Klaus murmured. Dave chuckled.

“Well, kissing you was too good of an opportunity to pass up.”

“And anything else you don’t want to pass up?” Klaus placed his hand on Dave’s chest, slowly running it down while still holding eye contact. A bright blush covered his face, no doubt bright enough for Klaus to see.

“I definitely don’t do… that before the first date,” he laughed. Klaus pouted.

“Leave me hanging here, Dave.”

“I’m sorry.” For the first time since turning down one night stands, he was. “But maybe I can get your number so I can take you on that date.”

“I don’t have a phone.” He seemed legimentaly upset about it. Dave pressed his lips together in thought.

“Then at least let me take you back to your house,” he wrapped his arm around Klaus’ waist, pulling him closer. “I don’t want this to be the last time I see you.”

“Now, you see here,” Klaus laughed. “My roommate will be home, so I don’t think I should be bringing over strange men.” He wrapped his arms around Dave’s neck, smile wide as ever. “But I’m sure we could negotiate your place?”

“No funny business?” Dave was attracted to Klaus, and he did want to get to know the man more. He was on the crazy side, but it seemed to be just the thing to balance Dave out.

“No funny business.” Dave nodded his head. He placed another light kiss on Klaus’ lip. He chuckled when Klaus chased his lips as he pulled away and pouted when he failed.

“Alright. We can go to my place.”

---

It turns out Klaus is as stubborn as Dave with peer pressure. Dave offered Klaus his bed, telling him that he could sleep on the couch, but Klaus wouldn’t allow it. He said that it wouldn’t be the first couch he slept on, and it wouldn’t be the last. Dave couldn’t just leave his guest out on the couch when he brought him home from a club, so they made an agreement to just both sleep in the bed.

Dave probably should’ve thought that through better.

When they went to sleep, Dave made sure to give Klaus as much room as he would need to feel comfortable, practically on the edge of the bed. When he woke up, however, Klaus was wrapped around him and gripping him so tight, like Dave was the only thing providing him heat.

Dave didn’t want to move. It was selfish, and it would probably be awkward when Klaus woke up, but he just wanted to live in this moment. So he would do that until Klaus stirred, when he would pull away and make it seem like nothing happened.

“Dave! David! You home?” he heard Peter call, followed by a slam of the front door. Dave cursed under his breath.

That was his plan, at least.

As quickly and quietly as he could, Dave moved Klaus’s arms from around him, gently scooting away from the body. He walked out into the living room to see Peter wiping off his makeup from the previous night, mumbling under his breath.

“You wore that all night?” Dave asked in disbelief.

“When you sucking dick, you don’t have time to take off your eyeliner.”

“Peter, oh my God.”

“Oh calm down,” Peter rolled his eyes. “I just won’t wear makeup for a while.” Peter turned around to go back to the bathroom, but he froze.

“Dave,” he spoke. “Whose jacket is that?”

Dave looked over to the coat rack confused, but froze.

Klaus’s coat was hanging up where he and Peter usually kept their coats. Klaus had thrown it on the floor, but Dave hung it up right away so it wouldn’t get wrinkled.

“Um,” he hummed. He didn’t know what to say. Maybe he could say that he found it and decided to take it? That was the best thing he has got going.

Before he could say anything, they heard a groan come from Dave’s room. Peter snapped his head behind Dave, who tensed up at the noise of Klaus waking up.

“Is that—”

“I didn’t have a one night stand!” Dave quickly stopped him. Peter raised an eyebrow.

“Then why is there someone in your room.”

“Well, you see, he doesn’t have a phone, and I didn’t want to just leave and never talk to him again, so I took him here.”

“Why?”

“I, uh, don’t know.” Peter laughed and shook his head.

“Look, I’m not even mad! You took a man home!”

“We didn’t do anything—”

“Who cares!” he cheered.

“Sounds like a party out here,” they heard a voice call. They both turned around and there stood Klaus, messy hair and in nothing but Dave’s t-shirt. Dave turned back to Peter who had the biggest smile on his face.

“Shut up,” Dave hissed before turning back to Klaus. He was beaming at seeing Klaus in his t-shirt, big enough that it went right to the top of his butt. He and Klaus were about the same high, but Dave was definitely bigger than the man.

“What, never seen a man in an oversized t-shirt,” Klaus laughed.

“Oh I’ve seen plenty,” Peter cooed. “I just never seen a man in Dave’s oversized t-shirt.”

“You,” Dave snapped. “Out. Leave, go wash your face, shower, and maybe I’ll make you some food.”

“Meany,” he mumbled, but walked into the bathroom nonetheless. As soon as the door closed, Dave sighed and placed his head in his hands.

“He seems thrilled to see me,” Klaus laughed. Dave shook his head.

“Yeah, he is always hoping that I land a one night stand.”

“You had your chance.” Klaus gave a wink as he passed Dave to his coat.

“Well, I still by my choice to have something more.”

“You’re the first man I’ve heard say that.” He paused. “Well, one that isn’t a drug dealer.”

“You do drugs often?” Klaus stopped from where he was digging in his coat pockets.

“No,” he said after a moment. “Not often. Only sometimes.”

“That’s good,” Dave agreed. He had a hunch that Klaus was lying, but he wasn’t going to push. “Do you like waffles?”

“I love waffles!” Klaus cheered.

“Great! I’ll make some for us.”

As he walked towards the kitchen, he heard Klaus mumbling. He turned his head to listen, thinking that he was trying to talk to Dave still, but all heard was something along the lines of “shut up, dick.”

“Did you say something?”

“Ah, do you have strawberries?” Klaus called back.

“Yeah, I can pull them out for you.” He pulled out the strawberries and the Bisquick mix, and started up the waffle maker.

---

“So what compelled you to put on my t-shirt?” Dave asked. Kalus was sat at the bar as Dave did the dishes that he and Peter had left for the past few days.

“Well, walking out in your underwear is usually frowned upon when you are at someone’s house.” He grabbed another waffle from the stack Dave had set out. “Even more so when you and the person you’re staying with didn’t sleep together.”

“I guess I can see the logic behind that.”

“You know,” Klaus said around a mouth full. “There was a smell on this shirt that just, set me off.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. One could describe it to… what’s the word I’m looking for?”

“Car oil?” Dave decided to fill in. Klaus lit up and waved his fork in Dave’s direction.

“Yeah!”

“I get that a lot,” Dave laughed.

“What do you do for a living that makes you smell like car oil?” He gasped and hit the table. Dave was getting worried that he was going to choke. “Do you steal cars? Work for a gang?”

“No, none of that. I’m just a simple mechanic.” Klaus’ eyes raked up and down his body with a teasing smile on his face.

“That explains why you have all those rippling muscles,” he purred. Dave just awkwardly laughed and looked down. He never took compliments well.

“I guess?”

“And when will I be able to see those muscles up close?” Dave wasn’t sure if his face could become even more red.

“Well uh,” he let out a cough. “When will I be able to take you out to dinner?”

“I’m free tomorrow?’ Klaus mentioned, leaning onto his hand and blinking flirtatiously towards Dave.

“I’m sure we can work something out.”

“Perfect!” Klaus cheered. “It’s a date then!”

“How will I contact you? You said you don’t have a phone, right?” Dave watched Klaus bit his lip, thinking.

“Oh! My brother!”

“Your brother?” Dave asked.

“Yeah! He has a phone. I can stay at his place till you pick me up.”

“Will he be okay with that?” It felt wierd that this was going to be a frist date and Dave would already be meeting his sibling. It’s not as bad as meeting his parents, but Dave knew that he would be able to pick these guys out of a crowd. That wouldn’t be good to do if this thing with Klaus went bad.

“Oh yeah, he doesn’t really do anything. He may be on call or something, but I’ll make sure he leaves his phone with me.” Dave raised an eyebrow at him, but agreed nonetheless.

“So I can just give you my phone number and you’ll text me tomorrow?”

“Sounds good to me.” Dave nodded, bright smile on his face.

It was settled then.

#the umbrella academy #tua #klaus hargreeves #dave katz #klaus x dave #klave #sunwriting #fanfic

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night-filled-mountain · 5 years

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For the Hozier ask thing: No Plan, Be, Talk

- No Plan - Do you believe in a pre-determined purpose in life?

No, but I think it can be helpful–for some people!–to think and act like you have a pre-determined purpose, as long as you’re not too rigid about it. Sometimes the random twists and turns of life just get overwhelming, you know? And you need to weave them into some sort of pattern–“A, B, and C all happened in order to lead me to D,” or “Despite X obstacle, I know I’m meant to accomplish Y.” Humans are pattern-finding creatures–that’s why we like stories so much. I can’t imagine getting through life without periodically making it into a story, whether you actually believe in some divine Plan and Author or not. (This is reminding me once again of that Brian W. Foster lyric I’ve become obsessed with: “And if it wasn’t designed, then I’ll be damned if I ever know why.”)

Though honestly, for me? The opposite is true. I’ve faced, and continue to face, so many mental-health barriers to having the kind of life I’d like to have, and I’ve fought (and continue to fight!) such a harrowing, hard-scrabble fight to make that life happen anyway. It’s a massive struggle, it’s ongoing, it’s every day. It’s exhausting and humiliating and entirely without dignity. So the thing that I like to tell myself about the life I want? Is that I wasn’t meant to have it. Some particularly nasty gods have played a trick on me since birth, crafting a person for whom friends/romance/productive work/artistic fulfillment/Happiness are impossible–and day after day, I’m fighting them, trying to prove them wrong. Clawing and biting at them with everything I have in me. Forcing my way out of their boxes, grasping at what I want, and spitting in their eye for good measure.

I’m sure my preference for this narrative says something about me as a person, but I leave that up to you, anon!

- Be - Have you changed much as a person in the last year?

…I literally don’t know where to start.

In August 2018, I wasn’t married yet. I lived in a small town in New Jersey with my parents and sister, and was desperately terrified of moving (permanently) anywhere else. I had completed two master’s degrees just a few months before, but I’d never had a full-time job, and I was 250% convinced (for the aforementioned mental-health reasons, and a chronic physical illness to boot!) that I could never, ever have one. Oh, and I’d just gotten back from a visit to my former roommate (which remains the last time I saw her, not counting Skype), and I was suffering constant agony over the intense, passionate, mutually pining, emotionally needy, co-dependent mess that was that relationship.

And now?

I’m married. I live in Boston, in an apartment where I’ve paid 100% of the rent for the past six months (though that will soon be changing!). I have a full-time job that has challenged and transformed me in ways that I could not possibly have imagined six months ago. Like…literally could not have fathomed. Outside the scope of my brainpower. Beyond my wildest dreams.

I’m the head of my department…because I’m the entire department. I do heavy-duty customer service. I interact with dozens of strangers every day–children, teens, and adults–and I usually do it without a whisper of social anxiety. I pick up my desk phone when it rings. I make phone calls when I have to. I send and receive dozens of e-mails a week. I manage a budget! I place orders! I schedule programs! I answer reference questions! I operate and troubleshoot various forms of technology constantly, and teach others how to use them. I reason with, joke with, assist, educate, entertain, chastise, and discipline 20+ rowdy teenagers ON A DAILY BASIS. There have been many days, and once an entire week, when I was literally in charge of my entire workplace and everyone in it. And it was all still functioning when my boss got back.

…And it’s actually really timely that I should write about all this now, because I’m smack-dab in the middle of an extremely daunting work task, one that’s causing my ADD to kick my ass to hell and back. And I’ve spent the past few days wondering just how fucking desperate this place must have been to hire someone who’s been wretchedly sobbing over her utter lack of focus and organizational skills for almost 30 years. So it’s…quite the morale-booster to look at these paragraphs about just how goddamn far I’ve come in a year.

…Also, Ex-Roommate and I have gone no-contact, and most days, I don’t think about her. And if I do, it doesn’t hurt so much.

- Talk - What’s your best friend like?

I have three (3) best friends, and they are MY WORLD, so get ready for this.

(1.) My husband. We’ll call him Kit, which is, in fact, a name he often goes by. He is a Gemini, which I mention only because he’s a very classic Gemini: bursting with curiosity, interested in everything, with a dizzying array of hobbies and interests that seem to change and shift by the moment. He teaches science, and used to teach history. He loves camping, sea shanties, Lawrence of Arabia, board games, and tabletop RPGs. Being a teacher, he’s had the summer off, and he’s spent it being a house-husband: cleaning our apartment, buying all the groceries, doing my laundry an embarrassing number of times, and cooking me dinner every single night. He loves being useful to people and making people happy. He’s terrific at long-term planning, but has no sense of time, and he’d be late to everything without my intervention. We have separate bedrooms, and mine is obsessively neat, and his is…not. He was once bitten by a squirrel that he was hand-feeding on the Boston Common. A few days later, he received a serious electric shock from a string of Christmas lights, and the bandage he’d placed over the squirrel bite was burned black instead of his hand. This perfect balance of cursed and blessed is, in a way, all you really need to know about Kit.

We love to watch movies and TV shows together and discuss/analyze them obsessively. We love to have looong philosophical discussions and/or debates. We take walks, we get Italian food and/or ice cream far too often, we go on jolly road-trip adventures, and we read out loud to each other. He’s currently reading me Charles Dickens’ Our Mutual Friend, which I have read before (twice) and he has not, because I love it so intensely, and I know that he will too. He’s the best person on earth to discuss virtually anything with, to be honest. He’s my DM in the best D&D campaign I’ve ever been part of. I’ve just made a new D&D character, although I don’t have a campaign for her yet, and Kit cannot stop lavishing praise on her and getting excited about her…even though she’s a hobgoblin, and he spent a significant portion of a recent car ride passionately arguing with me about the viability of hobgoblins as player characters.

He is absolutely extraordinary at admitting when he’s wrong, owning it fully, changing his opinions, pursuing personal growth, and just becoming a better and better person all the time. And I’m so damn honored that I get to be here for it.

(2.) We’ll call my second best friend Unicorn, which is a multilayered inside joke.

I met Unicorn during my freshman year of college. We lived on the same floor. I was the odd woman out among my suitemates because I had crippling social anxiety; he was the odd man out among his because he was gay. Somehow we started watching movies and TV shows together, and it became our Thing; I think our current marathon record is six or seven movies in a row. We’re both from New Jersey, and he still lives there, and there are few places in the world I feel safer than on his giant couch, in front of his giant TV, with snacks and glasses of Limeade close at hand, and his neurotic little dog nosing about. He has a pool, a massive movie collection, and an encyclopedic knowledge of state politics, because he works as a full-time environmental canvasser. His hours are absolutely terrifying, as are the physical and social demands of his job, but he still finds time to run a D&D campaign for his coworkers, and to visit the rest of us in Boston at every possible opportunity.

Unicorn is barely a month older than I am (a fellow Leo, though I think it suits him a hell of a lot better than it suits me), and he understands me in specific ways that the other two members of our little quartet just can’t. We get each other’s humor, we have similar tastes in men, we both love to swim. When the four members of our found family are all together, he is invariably the only person who notices all my little puns and innuendos, and laughs every time. He listens to me, and asks me questions, in a way that no one else in the world quite seems to do. He made a speech at my wedding that reduced me to a blubbering mess. And, most importantly of all: He started inviting me to our college’s LGBT group when we were juniors (right after Kit and I started dating), which was how I met my third best friend, and how we all became a family.

(3.) I’m going to refer to Best Friend #3 as “Dragon,” because…he loves dragons, and because he was Unicorn’s roommate when I first met him, and it keeps the mythological-creature theme going. …And once again, I don’t know where to start, so I’m going to go dig up an old post I made about Dragon, copy and paste it below, and then figure out how to elaborate on someone who both my husband and I have identified as the best human being we have ever met.

This is a friend who invites the whole gang of us to his apartment for entire long weekends, and cooks for us, repeatedly. Who hosts “fake Christmas” every year, complete with a tree decorated with blue and silver ornaments because he is Jewish, and made all of us hand-stitched, personalized stockings, and fills them with gifts and sweets purchased specially for each of us. Who once baked me a cake just because I was coming to visit him. Who organized and directed my entire move from New Jersey to Boston because his Tetris-like car-packing skills and his utter laidback unshakable calm in the face of any task are absolutely unparalleled. Who is a goddamn wizard at literally everything, from cooking and baking and sewing to Photoshop and graphic design to painting D&D miniatures to putting together elaborate cosplays to theater tech to writing and research to courageous and tireless activism to law (did I mention he’s a lawyer?).

…That was my old paragraph, so let me add a few things. I can’t emphasize enough how much he carries that aura of calm and kindness and competence about him at all times. Never in my life had I had a cooking/baking experience that didn’t stress me out until Dragon let me help him make an entire dinner and various desserts for our friend group, and it was just…so chill. So well-organized and perfectly timed, but without ever feeling like those things took any effort whatsoever. He was so kind and patient with me, demonstrating each task step by step, then being entirely confident in my ability to perform said tasks, and never trying to nitpick at the way I did them or take them over himself. Part of his job involves teaching, and I know he must be fantastic at it, because no one else has ever been such a soothing balm and a stimulant (both at once, somehow!) to my poor, tormented ADD brain. Someday (maybe soonish!), our whole found family is going to live together, and the thought of being around Dragon all the time just makes me weep with joy. And did I mention his sweet, child-like enthusiasm for holiday celebrations and ghost tours and spooky TV shows and musicals and fantasy novels and text RP and all other Best Things? (Ok, he also loves dogs and Marvel movies, and I love neither, but I forgive him for this.)

Oh, he also officiated my wedding. And he also had top surgery today, and I have maybe never been this happy about anything ever, what an auspicious day to finish this post!

#asks from the askbox #personal #long post #she's just about to close up the library!#dungeons & dragons #d&d #dnd #this got RIDICULOUSLY long holy moly #i have a lot of feelings about my job and my friends guys

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prorevenge · 6 years

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Short my boyfriend $200+? Enjoy your divorce.

So this whole debacle started in my freshman year of college. I went to a religious college so there were a lot of really strict rules regarding curfew and punishments for not going to the mandatory worships, this comes into play later. Background on me: I am not a physically imposing young lady, just under 5 ft and 100 lbs soaking wet and wearing cinderblock shoes. At this time I had been recently dumped and so I was starting college practically alone as my ex and I were set to go to the same university but he dropped out to join military school. Before we start lets denote some names:

Me: is me of course Andy: is my dear boyfriend (now fiancé) Jess: one of my Best friends and roommate after the first quarter And finally the antagonist of the tale: Sam Not real names of course, and at the start of this we were all 18 we are all 24-25 now.

As this was a religious School, we had a sort of camp out in the week or two before classes started, it was meant to be a getting to know you kind of thing, and so we had things called “family groups”, I was a little freaked out, but in the group there was one loud, overly friendly girl named Sam. Sam was the same ethnicity as me and so we quickly bonded over a shared ethnic background and how similar we were, she had a boyfriend in the army and I lamented my single status and how my ex basically ditched me for the navy. She seemed perfect, sympathetic, social, and fun. I warmed up to our family group with the help of my new best friend. We had a great weekend, and got to know others in the group, including Jess. Jess was more quiet and disinterested, with a classic case of resting bitch face but eventually she warmed up to me and I to her. Sam didn’t really like them but you wouldn’t know it unless she told you.

The first sign of something off with her was during dinner, I was sitting with Jess and her friend from high school Andy. He and I really hit it off, but as my heart was still freshly broken I kept some boundaries up but agreed to go watch a movie when we got back from the trip. Immediately Sam pulled up a chair and was all over him, asking about his past, how he and Jess met, what he thought about her outfit, and on and on. I was a little miffed but just ate my burrito. For the rest of the trip Andy and I were hardly apart and Sam got more and more passive aggressive with me, bringing up my ex and how I was moving on too quickly. I believed her and cancelled my “date” with Andy, and said that I didn’t want him to just be a rebound. He was understanding and chill with just being friends which was a blessing for me, but seemingly not good enough for Sam. After the trip was over I decided to show them around the city since I was a local student. While the others put their stuff in their rooms Sam asked me to stay behind because she had to “confess” something to me. She started spewing some bs about how Andy had cornered her outside the cabin and was being a pervert and telling her how beautiful she was so on and so forth. I was skeptical and made it known, but her response was just “just looking out for ya girly.” By then the others came back and I just decided to ignore what she said and have a good time in the city. This was incident 1.

A couple weeks go by, Andy, Jess, and I became a little squad of sorts because all our schedules matched up, whereas finding time to hang out with Sam was more than difficult. This all came to a head when Jess and Andy planned a little trip to the local Benihana place and didn’t invite Sam. She found out via social media and flew off the handle. I had gone home for the weekend and when I came back on Monday I was greeted with drama, tears, and accusations. The gist of the situation is, the group didn’t invite Sam because she is vegetarian and has a lot of allergies, so it would be dangerous to even step foot in the Benihana, and in retaliation Sam took her “best friends” aka random girls from the dorm, horse back riding and posted a photo with the caption “better than Benihana”. (Incident 2)

Once again this is what I came back to and so things were pretty frosty. I asked for some backstory and apparently, it was work friends who invited Andy and Jess so it wasn’t even their place to invite someone else, and it wasn’t like she would be able to eat anything at the Benihana anyways so they literally didn’t even think they were being rude. According to Sam, they were purposefully excluding her and that no one likes her and that this was just like it was in high school. She didn’t have very many friends and we were just becoming privy to why exactly that was.

Incident 3 was the friendship bracelets. She ordered these semi-expensive bracelets for me and Jess but mysteriously Jess’s broke in the mail and the replacement would “totally come any day now”. Jess pretended not to be hurt but it obviously stung when she would fawn over our bracelets and how we are such great friends. Spoiler the bracelet never came.

Now I was still trying to smooth things over but it kept getting worse and worse, if I was hanging out with Andy or jess she wouldn’t speak to me, but would only talk shit when we were alone. During all of this Andy and I kept getting closer and eventually started dating but low-key cause the whole situation with Sam and we didn’t want to set her off. I know we were spineless back then.

Now for the catalyst for the revenge. She was a wanna-be youtuber, and wanted to do a holiday video. Andy is a film major but he doesn’t want anything to do with her after all her lies and petty behavior. But then she made an offer we couldn’t refuse, “I’ll give you $200 and pay for food” and for what should’ve been an hour or two of filming we were sold. I was set to manage the site, since that’s my personality is “get it done”, and he was in charge of filming. He worked so hard on it ya’ll, he story boarded, he made a script for her, he got all his equipment together. I was so proud of him. I contacted the diner where we were filming and got everything together and we were set.

Filming Day arrives and we get our hair and makeup done for the “actors” and “actresses” and we all get to the diner an hour before, at her insistence, and set up. She says she’ll be 30 minutes late and so we decide to eat after shooting some B-roll. Guess how long it took her and her “entourage” to arrive? 2 whole hours. We finally get filming and if you are counting we have been at the diner for 4 hours, pre-filming. We spend another 2 hours filming and we have to take after pics in our outfits and everything. Did she pay for our food? Nope. And she tells Andy “You got a big payday coming, you deserve more than 200 for today.” He’s happy cause he wanted to take me out for a nice date for the holiday but spoiler again, she didn’t pay up.

So a week or two goes by and it gets closer and closer to holiday and we already turned over all the footage we are just waiting for payment. Then came the excuses, “I don’t trust zelle.”, “I’m waiting for my auntie to pay me.”, “my aunts in the Caribbean right now and she doesn’t trust zelle either.” We kept hounding her for the money and the holiday came and went, she posted the video and stopped answering texts. Since we all lived together I confronted her and more excuses then she said give her two more weeks.

During those two weeks, she told everyone who would listen that she already paid us and that we were terrible people to try and extort her for more. Now at this point in the year, we are fed up with her, and Andy is ready to write the 200 off, he bitches to his smoking buddies and the smoking buddies get our side of the story out to the relatively small school and pretty soon she doesn’t have a leg to stand on. She gets nasty, texting me all this bs about how Andy is cheating on me and that I deserve better and screenshots of their conversations where he supposedly tells her how he’d rather not be committed. Now we had some commitment issues in the beginning, on both sides, but she tried to present these texts as recent, not stuff from months ago. The final straw was when she called me stupid and naive for staying in the relationship despite him being a greedy man whore.

Now I was going scorched earth, for some background on Sam. She was a chronic cheater, like get drunk at a party and give a guy a blowjob cheater, then go out the next weekend and do it again. She was also married, she and her husband got married right out of high school, which is typical of army guys in my experience. The ink wasn’t even dry on the marriage certificate, less than a year when she burned us. But I was someone she chose to confide in since she thought I was too stupid to see through her after all the shit she put us through. So I gathered evidence, all the cheated, the videos of her doing shit at parties, sexts with various guys, the drinking binges, and her shit talking her loving army boyfriend. I gathered all of this information for more than a year, I felt horrible for the guy but I needed a file that would damn her to legal hell.

D-day arrived when about a year and a half after I met her she told me that she thought her husband was cheating as when he was deployed she found a video on his phone of him and his buddy dancing on some girls in a club. Sam was livid, she was cursing and swearing she would take him for every cent in court for cheating on her. Never mind that she was blowing guys for fun every other weekend. I asked her if she had proof, and she said that proof doesn’t matter, they always believe the hurt wife.

I complied all my evidence and wrote a very long apology letter for waiting this long, and sent it anonymously. Sam didn’t return to school the next year and I kinda lost track of her. I got reminded when my fiancé showed me that terrible video we did for her, I confessed what I did and we social media stalked her accounts. She now posts a lot of “single and loving it” memes and she has a few vlogs talking about fake friends and how simple living is the best. I guess thats a consequence of loosing her luxurious “rich girl” lifestyle that her husbands family provided for her. Looking at her ex-husbands page he has a beautiful wife and a baby on the way, looking way happier than I’d ever see him.

TL;DR: So yeah, don’t be a bitch and short people 200 dollars. It'll cost you your husband, your cushy lifestyle, respect, and one year of nontransferable credits at an out the ass expensive school.

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Eddsworld: At World's End Chapter 1

Two Month Aftermath - (Chapter 1) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Hey Edd! Come quick! You're going to miss this really important thing. Hurry it up!" yelled Matt from the living room. "I'm coming Matt, I'm coming" said Edd. It's been roughly over two months since the accident with Tord and having his house destroyed. Luckily Tom found an apartment for all three of them to live at and surprisingly enough it was going great. Edd walks into the living room where both Matt and Tom were seen sitting on the couch. "Oh Edd, you're just in time" said Matt while looking at Edd. "Just in time for what?" asked Edd. "You're just in time to see a video of me being a contestant in a convention that's what" said Matt. "Matt, we've already seen the video like a million times, we already know what you've won" said Tom who was bored out of his mind. "Shh! That's what the judges want you to believe" said Matt. "Believe what?" asked Tom. "Judges tell lies Tom, they really do" said Matt. "No they don't" said Tom. As both Tom and Matt were arguing, Edd didn't bother to interrupt them; instead Edd remained quiet the whole time. It wasn't long till Matt noticed and stopped arguing with Tom. "Edd, what's wrong?" asked Matt. "Nothing, it's-it's nothing" said Edd. "Just tell us Edd, you've been acting kinda word lately" said Tom. "Okay fine. I'm just a little down on what happened with Tord" said Edd. "You're still hanging on to this? It's been like two months, I thought you would've forgotten about this eventually" said Tom. "Yeah, I thought so too, but after seeing his robot blow up, I've been thinking that his death was all my fault" said Edd. "Oh Edd, I know you're still down and I have to admit, I'm down too, but it's not your fault" said Matt. "I knew you were going to say that Matt, but I can't get him out of my thoughts" said Edd. "Hey, I know what could put a smile on your face, how about we throw a cola party? Cola always make you happy" said Matt. "Matt you know that we can't throw a party in a apartment that's about this size" said Tom. "Who says that I'm going to invite a hundred people here? It's just going to be me, you, Edd, and Ringo" said Matt. "That's even worse" said Tom. "I would love to argue with you about this, but I got a cola raid to do" said Matt. Matt soon gets up and proceeds to go get a whole lot of cola. ~Meanwhile~ "I spy with my little eye something large? Yeah large" said Mark. "Grr....we've been over this Mark, I don't want to play I spy and besides I'm not in the mood" said Eduardo. "You're never not in the mood. What are we even doing here anyway?" asked Mark. "It's for Jon" said Eduardo. "Eduardo, I know you're still down about Jon, but there's nothing we can do" said Mark. "I know that. It's just that I may be a jerk but I do care about you guys and it would tear me apart if something bad happened" said Eduardo. "Yeah something did happened. Jon was hit by missiles and got killed, yet you decided to put him in a hospital where he's currently on life support" said Mark. "Sorry to interrupt, but I need to you to come with me" said a nurse. "Sure thing" said Eduardo. The nurse lead both Eduardo and Mark through the hospital and down a hallway which is the emergency room. "Is Jon going to be okay?" asked Eduardo trying to break the silence. "Well once we got him here, he looked pretty bad and his heart rate was very low once getting him on life support. In other words, his condition became slightly worse after you called" said the nurse. "Take us to him now" said Eduardo. "But sir we're trying to save him, well kinda" said the nurse calmly. "I said take us to him NOW" said Eduardo this time a bit sternly. The nurse gave a slight nod knowing that she wasn't going to win the argument and proceeded to take both Eduardo and Mark to the room where Jon's being held at. Inside Jon's room, there were a couple of chairs, hospital equipment, and there was Jon in a bed with a monitor that shows his heart rate. The monitor was beeping as a trail of light showed the current state of Jon's heart rate which appeared to be in its low numbers. Eduardo walked up to Jon before glancing at the monitor with concerned eyes. "Oh Jon, I wish that I could take back what I said about wanting you dead. I didn't mean to say that because well....you're in a hospital on life support and...land your heart rate is going down one....one number......at a.....time" said Eduardo while starting to cry. Mark who was watching the whole also started to cry. "Jon.... may have been an idiot, but you're our idiot" said Eduardo as tears were starting to flow from his eyes. "Eduardo......" said Mark quietly. "Also......even though....I hated you.....and your presence......I...I cared you......a lot. I don't......I don't even see you.......as a.....as a friend.....I.....see you as.....as a brother....." said Eduardo before breaking into tears. While breaking into tears and talking about how much Jon means to Eduardo, the monitor slowly goes down to zero before doing it's usually long and final beep. "Mark.....come here and comfort me" said Eduardo while while walking from Jon. Mark didn't process on what Eduardo said and hugged Eduardo close before the two cried together. Without them noticing, there was some slight movement as the monitor picked up signal waves before starting to beep again. Both Eduardo and Jon stopped crying as they turned their attention to the monitor only to see Jon's heart rate go up back to normal. Eventually, Jon started to shift a bit before slowly opening his eyes. "W-Where am I?" asked Jon who was surprised. "J-Jon? Oh my god, you're alive" said Eduardo while coming to Jon. "E-Eduardo? Is that you?" asked Jon. "Yes Jon, it's me and look, Mark's here too" said Eduardo. "Hi Jon" said Mark who gave a small wave. "Mark? Eduardo? I can't believe what's happening right now" said Jon. "Neither do we Jon, neither do we" said Eduardo. "Heh, I was in a good place. There was a green paster along with hills, there was a nice cool lake, the sun was shining, there wasn't any clouds in the sky, there were horses, and there was picnic. There were people there too who seemed that they were throwing the picnic. One of them noticed me and came up to me. They began tickling me which surprised me and then suddenly I'm back here again. Why am I here?" asked Jon. "Because you were so close to dying that I rushed you to a hospital and I had them put you on life support" said Eduardo. "Oh well that makes sense, but why did you have to do that for?" asked Jon. "Well that's because I CAN JON!!!" yelled Eduardo. "Oh..oh....s..sorry for asking" said Jon who was shaking in fear. ~Back With Matt~ "Oh I'm walking down street, do do do, I got some cola, do do do, I'm getting ready to cheer Edd up, do do do, I'm so popular, do do do" sang Matt while he was coming back from the store with a supply of cola in bags. While Matt was walking he was halfway crossing the street and he didn't notice an incoming truck until it was too late. "Oh I'm- WAHH!!!" screamed Matt as he braced himself for impact which didn't happen. Matt opens his eyes to find himself on the ground of a sidewalk before realizing that he was saved. ~Matt's POV [A/N: Ooooh we're going second view. This is a first guys. How exciting]~ I looked around dazed and yet very confused on what just happened. My thoughts quickly went to the many bags of cola hoping that they didn't bust and luckily they didn't. Whew that was close. I got up and picked up the bags before seeing a man with black hair wearing a black sweater on the ground. I approached the man hoping that he wasn't hurt. "Hey there, are you okay?" I asked with concern. The man looks up at me and said "Oh yeah I'm fine". I put down the bags before putting my hand in front of him just to help him up. Once he was up, I continued to ask him questions. "Umm this may sound a bit weird, but did you just saved me?" I asked. "Yeah I did. You were lucky that I was there or you would've been burnt toast" he replied slightly annoyed. Geez, what's his problem? I wasn't paying attention that's all. "Well thank you for saving me. I'm Matt" I said. "I'm Anthony" said Anthony. I smiled at his name before saying "Hey that's a cool name. Do you mind if I call you Tony?" I asked. Anthony, well Tony, blinked a few times giving me a clue that his mind is processing about the shorted version of his name. It didn't take long for him to reply. "Oh yeah, I've never thought about that before. Heh, thanks" said Tony. "Why you are very welcomed" I said cheerfully. Tony smiles a bit before turning around and proceeded to walk the other way. I then noticed that while he was walking, he was limping slightly. Has he been badly injured from getting me out of the way from that truck? "Are you okay? You seem to be limping" I said. I noticed that he jumped a bit from what I said about him limping. "Oh no, I'm not. I'm fine honesty" he said. I can tell that he's lying so I did what like what any random civilian would do and went over to him while putting my arm on his shoulder. "What are you doing?" he asked. "I'm helping you because you're injured and I'm not leaving you all by yourself" I said determined. Tony didn't say anything to protest me and just remained quiet. While walking, I can hear Tony grunting more like wincing in pain. Oh poor guy, I feel so sorry for him. If only I was the one who gotten injured maybe just maybe, it wouldn't be so bad. After a couple of minutes of walking, we've finally made back to the apartment and my god, why is there so many stairs? After going up the apartment of one million steps we've made it. "Just a quick thing to let you know, they guys that you're going to see are my closest best friends and my roommates. I guarantee that you're going to like them" I said. "Oh really? Well okay then" said Tony. I opened the door in excitement before yelling out "I back!"

#eddsworld fanfic #eddsworld at world's end #eddsworld edd #eddsworld matt #eddsworld tom #eddsworld tord #eddsworld hellucard #eddsworld eduardo #eddsworld jon #eddsworld mark #eddsworld paul #eddsworld patryck #eddsworld todd

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bts-ficrecs · 6 years

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So I’ve read quite a lot of stories ever since my re-entering the fanfic community (after 3420 years) and I’ve reblogged a lot of them to remember and recommend as well. And of course, like with all things, there are some special ones that slithered their way into the crevices of my heart. These are the stories that my mind comes back to every once in a while. These are the stories that made me laugh, cry, yell, and blush - all times 3000. Yes I went there. Cry with me.

These are the stories I hold dear :“) I hope anyone who happens upon this post enjoys the stories I listed below just as much as I did (and still do).

I will update whenever I find a new favorite!! :”) Also be forewarned, there are over 40 fics under the cut 😅😂❤

➢ Butterfingers by @seokkbuns ⠀ ✎ Summary: He had you at the very first pebble he gave you. ⠀ ▸ fluff, hybrid AU, teacher AU ⠀⸙ notes: i. swear. to. glob. this. is. the. most. ADORABLE. STORY YOU WILL EVER READ !!!!!!!111111 I am absolutely smitten and refuse to shut up about it!!! Just. GO READ IT!!!! Cute and clumsy teacher!! Who loves kids!! I just cannot deal.

➢ Duck and Cover by @versigny ⠀✎ Summary: There were two things you never dreamed would become your biggest worries with your new job: Kim Namjoon, and that god damn camera. ⠀ ▸ fluff, idol AU ⠀⸙ notes: absolute fluff. minor angst. secret relationships~~ ooh la la

➢ For All The Petals by @rosaetae ⠀✎ Summary: A story in which you met him in the spring, fell in love with him in the summer, but he left you in autumn and how you missed him in the winter. ⠀⠀▸ angst ⠀⸙ notes: AUHGHHAKJGRL you don't know how many tears i spilled reading this. does soft heart ache even exist???!? like. it wasn't a punch-in-your-gut kind of attack but more like a i’ll-tell-you-i-love-you-every-day-and-then-disappear-forever like of attack..... hahahaha wow now that i think about it, that hurts even more than a punch in the gut. lmao. good luck with the emotions when you read this!

➢ Intro: Her by @jamaisjoons ⠀✎ Summary: You enter Namjoon’s life in the most unexpected of ways, but will you be able to stay, especially when he comes with three adorable but chaotic children, even more chaotic best friends and a bitch of an ex-wife? Not to mention your own emotional baggage. ⠀⠀▸ fluff, angst, smut, ongoing series ⠀⸙ notes: I fell in love with the characters and the story line so fast. And so will you.

➢ Obligated by @underthejoon ⠀✎ Summary: Married by obligation, weighed down by circumstance. Except for those nights when you’re both drunk, falling into bed with one another and realizing you’re human. Occasionally this happens, occasionally you fuck. Until your life changes and you realize Namjoon, the very man you’re obligated to, might just be the very man that you crave. ⠀⠀▸ angst, smut, fluff, arranged marriage AU

➢ Out of The Ordinary by @njhsmoon ⠀✎ Summary: One of your mage students is extremely gifted and her human father is beyond overwhelmed so you take it upon yourself to tutor her outside of school. ⠀⠀▸ fluff, mage AU, teacher AU, single parent AU ⠀⸙ notes: SOBS. I JUST. I LOVE THIS TOO MUCH. can you imagine a human Namjoon extremely overwhElmed with his magical little girl with no one to help him!! and then a magical woman teacher appears and! saves the day!! and his life!! askjfaef YO UWILL LOVE THIS I RPOMISE YOU. OK OK ALSO THERE’S A DRABBLE FOR THIS CUTE ASS FIC!!! READ IT!!!!!

➢ Pages of Petals by @sodoyouknowbts ⠀✎ Summary: A change in the weather stirs a sweet encounter between a florist and a bookshop owner, where one begins to learn the language of flowers. ⠀⠀▸ fluff ⠀⸙ notes: soft namjoon + flowers. what more could you ask for? asaskdjflka <333333

➢ The Take Home Test by @versigny ⠀✎ Summary: In which your mission to deliver homework to Kim Namjoon goes very, very, wrong. ⠀⠀⠀➥ 3 extra drabbles ⠀⠀▸ dirty smut, college AU ⠀⸙ notes: IT'S DIRTY. BEWARE THE ARMPITS.

➢ Through the Phone by @imaginethisbts ⠀✎ Summary: The sexual frustration is real when Namjoon goes on a month long business trip, halfway across the world. So when the chips are down and the tides get rough, and you can’t actually get to one another… what do you do? You go to the next best thing of course - phone sex. ⠀⠀▸ smut, smidgen of fluff ⠀⸙ notes: i’ll just say one thing. and that is that i love it when random moments of fluffy romance happens after the dirty :”)

➢ Tigerboy by @joonbird ⠀✎ Summary: You, a docile rabbit hybrid, have been waiting a long time to meet the mysterious tiger hybrid, Kim Namjoon. ⠀⠀▸ smut, hybrid AU

➢ Try Me by @jjkfire ⠀✎ Summary: You wanted nothing more than to leave behind your old self when you graduated from high school and moved on to college to play rugby but when you see your high school classmate, resident fuckboy and captain, Kim Namjoon, at the rugby department orientation, you feel like everything might fall apart. ⠀⠀▸ fluff, rugby AU, ongoing series

➢ By Your Side by @sodoyouknowbts ⠀✎ Summary: Jin is somewhat arrogant, overly confident and a tease. All the things you find infuriating in a man and he also happens to be your roommate. It’s a wonder how you two can live together without killing each other…but it’s not like you’re anything more than friends. Right? ⠀⠀▸ fluff, angst, smut, roommate AU, complete series ⠀⸙ notes: UM. this was so incredibly amazing and heart wrenching and frustrating to read. hahahaha. the friendship dynamic that changed over time throughout this series was incredible to read. both characters had a lot of growing up to do and grow up they did. i enjoyed every moment of it.

➢ Edge of Tomorrow by @thedefinitionofbts

⠀✎ Summary: No matter the amount of rain that falls, what the unrelenting darkness erases, or how many times we are reverted back to the past, I’ll definitely save you. ⠀⠀▸ angst

➢ Ephemeral by @donewithjeon ⠀✎ Summary: As your eyes fluttered open, you were met with a familiar white ceiling and the sound of steady beeping coming from beside you. A quick scan of the surroundings confirmed your suspicions—you were in a hospital room. ⠀⠀▸ ANGST, patient AU ⠀⸙ notes: I almost never reread things much less sob each time that I do. I wish I was exaggerating lmao this fic makes me such a crybaby. It's great. I love pain <|:o)))) [insert clown meme]

➢ Let Me Be Yours by @glassbangtan ⠀✎ Summary: How did people just get into relationships? Friends getting married at such young ages, inviting you to weddings left, right and centre – it definitely left room for you to feel like shit about your own love life. After getting stood up, you decide to treat yourself – and it is during this coping-shopping spree that you come across a fellow lonely person like yourself, Kim Seokjin. ⠀⠀▸ angst, fluff ⠀⸙ notes: This fic just... hits a different way than all the others listed here. I relate a lot to this story. That’s all I can really say. This is special to me.

➢ Long Live The King by @remembeo ⠀✎ Summary: Long live the King, and may he reign forever more. ⠀⠀▸ smut, angst, fluff, fantasy AU, prince AU

➢ Off Limits by @floralseokjin ⠀✎ Summary: You’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse… ⠀⠀▸ smut, angst, fluff, complete series ⠀⸙ notes: you want PAIN? you want NASTY? you want FUZZIES? this series has got it ALL i tell you!!!!! adfhklafh yeah. i . yeah. do yourself a favor and just read it.

➢ Sehnsucht by @johobi ⠀✎ Summary: An embarrassing run-in with your new boss is only the start of your destructive infatuation. ⠀⠀▸ smut ⠀⸙ notes: W H E W !!!!!111

➢ Seven Seconds in Heaven by @jimlingss ⠀✎ Summary: In the moment of your death, Heaven drops the hammer of punishment; making him travel back in time to relive memories that can never be changed. Seven memories. Seven minutes in each. Seven seconds before they are ripped away. ⠀⠀▸ angst, fluff, little bit of smut ⠀⸙ notes: WOW. YEAH. TALK ABOUT GETTING A SECOND CHANCE AT LIFE. UUMMMM. I don't want to say anything else in case I spill the beans so I'll leave it at that. Read it.

➢ The Leather Loafers by @jimlingss ⠀✎ Summary: Yes. You went to the ball. Yes. You ran into the prince. Yes. The shoe fits. BUT-! You aren’t that Cinderella bitch. THEY’VE GOT THE WRONG PERSON! ⠀⠀▸ fluff, Cinderella AU ⠀⸙ notes: yeah...there's some crack involved but c'mon. it's Jin we're talking about. minor angst. Great adventure :"))

➢ Untimely Confessions by @jjungkooked ⠀✎ Summary: Your friendly neighbor finds his way into your (very unsocial) heart. ⠀⠀▸ fluff, neighbor AU ⠀⸙ notes: CUTE NEIGHBOR AU WHat more can I say TTT0TTT

➢ Untitled by @oh-hey-tae ⠀✎ Summary: It's been a week since you last talked, three since you saw him in person. You miss him terribly... so you call him despite your nerves. ⠀⠀▸ fluff ⠀⸙ notes: when i first read this, i was in incredible need for a soft jin fic. and this was it. this is it. an incredibly soft jin fic. giving him. ALL. THE. LOVE. HE. DESERVES.

➢ Burn by @dreamscript ⠀✎ Summary: Love is a powerful force; You and Yoongi defy nature itself and burn down the barriers. ⠀⠀▸ angst, fantasy AU ⠀⸙ notes: don't let the short length mistake you into thinking it's not gonna hurt. because. it's. gonna. HURT .

➢ Cobalt and Charcoal by @tayegi ⠀✎ Summary: In just ten minutes, he has ruined everything that you and Yoongi have worked for in the past year. It's terrifying to realize that a stranger could have such an impact on you so quickly... except he's no stranger. He's your other half. The only person who will ever own your heart. ⠀⠀▸ smut, angst, soulmate AU, feat. Jungkook

➢ Intoxicating by @versigny ⠀✎ Summary: You go clubbing and get drunk to spite your annoying, stonecold roommate. ⠀⠀▸ angsty fluff, roommate AU ⠀⸙ notes: se xual tens ion + drunken mistakes. that's all i gotta say.

➢ Jilt by @taesthetes ⠀✎ Summary: Forever was only temporary. ⠀⠀▸ angst ⠀⸙ notes: don’t underestimate short fics.

➢ Koi No Yokan by @oh-hey-tae ⠀✎ Summary: The boy on the bus could work on his bedside manners. ⠀⠀▸ fluff, idol AU ⠀⸙ notes: discovering this fic was an absolute MIRACLE. i swear to glob. i'm so glad i went hunting for this fic after finding out the person i originally read it from was an imposter. and then i got to shower the true writer with loving words. and this story definitely deserves so many loving words.

➢ Miss Dial by @versigny ⠀✎ Summary: [11:31] You: okay so i’m texting you now like I promised instead of drunktexting yoongi and telling him how badly i want his cock tonight. Arent you proud? [11:32] unknown number: this is yoongi, hi ⠀⠀▸ smut, fluff, university AU, ongoing series ⠀⸙ notes: //CCOOUGGHHSSS// THIS. This is the fic. My baby. I'm so freaking attached. This. Is the story that basically started it all for me. I had only just started dipping my toes back into the world of fanfics when I encountered this. And wow did I get pulled in so quickly. It holds title for many firsts. I have so much affection for this series and I will for sure shed a lot of tears when it ends. My forever favorite. I love you Kappy and Nat for having brought this to life.

➢ Monochrome by @chimchimicorn ⠀✎ Summary: The world is black and white until you meet your true love. ⠀⠀▸ angst, soulmate AU ⠀⸙ notes: this is not a Tumblr fic but a story posted on ARMY Amino (ARA). No worries, you don’t need an account to read it! ⠀⸙ notes: it will hurt.

➢ Play With Me by @thatonegirl ⠀✎ Summary: Your world is breaking and you and Yoongi struggle to push through the pain. ⠀⠀▸ angst ⠀⸙ notes: another story found on ARA

➢ Please Be Naked by @floralseokjin ⠀✎ Summary: You find it’s easy to become addicted to a distraction… ⠀⠀▸ smut, angst, fluff, complete series

➢ Candy Hearts by @puppetwritings ⠀✎ Summary: He starts dropping candy hearts on your desk. ⠀⠀▸ fluff

➢ Delicate by @bluesxde ⠀✎ Summary: After being effectively dumped by your fuck-buddy, your attention is unexpectedly drawn towards your womanizing friend and fellow dance major, Hoseok. ⠀⠀▸ smut, angst, fluff, college AU, fuckboy/fuckgirl AU, friends with benefits AU ⠀⸙ extra notes: what a ride. *wink wonk* i loved on this story so much. i have a weak spot for fwb!AUs. and y/n constantly trying to! pull! him! in! and! him! constantly! trying! to! resist! the danger. the fun. spicy~ i love this story so very much.

➢ Fetish by @versigny ⠀✎ Summary: Hoseok is the sweetest boyfriend. Even in bed. But you want him to be more dominant. So you tell him. ⠀⠀▸ fluffy smut ⠀⸙ extra notes: the fluff is so overpowering I barely paid attention to the sex. But the sex was still great 👀

➢ Misconceptions by @yoongihime ⠀✎ Summary: In which your roommate bails out on you last minute and you’re forced to share an apartment with this gorgeous a f human but, no worries, he’ll never see you that way… right? ⠀⠀▸ fluff ⠀⸙ notes: s e x u a l t e n s i o n .

➢ Transference by @jeonjagiya ⠀✎ Summary: During a routine visit to the local bakery, you stumble upon an intriguing business card and figure, what the hell. ⠀⠀▸ smut, angst, therapist AU, complete series ⠀⸙ extra notes: the Hoseok series that took BTS Tumblr by storm, lol. And for good reason!! The character development!! The rawness and vulnerability from both characters! The naughty goodness! Just wowowow, a great Hoseok series that definitely deserves the hype it received :')))

➢ Written on Our Veins by @army-author ⠀✎ Summary: You and Hoseok are sick of spending the holidays soulmate-less while your friends enjoy Christmas as couples… tired of waiting for fate to make a move, you decide to take matters into your own hands. ⠀⠀▸ fluff, angst, soulmate AU, complete series ⠀⸙ extra notes: if you want a story that will give you lovely feels and then RIP IT AWAY FROM YOU only to give it back (with extra goodies), this is the story for you :") I absolutely enjoyed watching Hoseok and Y/N get themselves into what they thought would be innocent fun for the holidays only to find out that maybe... it wasn’t such a good idea... but maybe it was? :”)))))

➢ Azure Blue by @jimlingss ⠀✎ Summary: You set off on a journey only to be joined by Jimin: the boy with elegant, azure blue wings. ⠀⠀▸ fluff

➢ Beneath the Water by @jungshookz ⠀✎ Summary: His legs were sparkling. You looked up from his face slowly and towards his legs, your head tilting in confusion when you were met with the sight of… well, it certainly wasn’t a pair of legs. What the fuck? ⠀⠀▸ fluff, smidgen of smut, mermaid AU ⠀⸙ extra notes: I think this was my first mermaid AU?@?@?@ but oh my goossshhhhh asdfj;alje yeah. that’s all I can really say. I’m in love with mermaid Jimin. I thirst for morrre from this AU afaaa;kls don’t mind me as I spazz all over my keyboard once more :’))))

➢ Cordially, Jimin by @kpopfanfictrash ⠀✎ Summary: When you start work in your new office, the last thing you expect is a distraction. Especially not one as cute, witty and impossible to handle as Park Jimin. A story told through correspondence. ⠀⠀▸ fluff

➢ Desires by @nightbts ⠀✎ Summary: It wasn’t your place to worry for him, you shouldn’t, it wasn’t good for you. But since the day you saw him that hurt, you couldn’t help it. ⠀⠀▸ angst, fluff, bad boy AU ⠀⸙ notes:

➢ The Blue Notebooks by @inktae ⠀✎ Summary: You meet Park Jimin after a particularly rough landing. ⠀⠀▸ angst, fluff, time traveler AU ⠀⸙ extra notes: I didn't think a fanfic could affect me so much. Even now as I write this, without having to reread to refresh my mind, my heart thumps painfully. It feels like I only read this a few days ago. It's one of those stories that doesn't rip your entire heart out in one go but slowly tears a few slivers out and continues to do so even when you're done reading. The pain is never ending. No, no one dies. No, there isn't an ugly break up. It's one of those "what if" stories. To me, anyway. I can't reveal anything more or else I'll spill the story lol I don't know what's up with this fic. But I'm never ok when I think about this story. My rambling doesn't do this story justice. Just read it.

➢ Away From the Sun by @inktae ⠀✎ Summary: You leave your home in search of your brother.. in search of answers.. but you end up making a slight detour. ⠀⠀▸ angst, fluff, soulmate AU ⠀⸙ extra notes: this was. a. journey. i kid you not. 20k story. i lived every moment of this - that's how good the story is. i felt the respect and fondness y/n felt for the eccentric taehyung. i felt the confusion of the "what next?" phase in y/n's life. i felt that hard. an amazing story beyond romance.

➢ Amaranthine by @rainwards ⠀✎ Summary: In which the sun loved the moon so much that it died every night just to let it breathe. ⠀⠀▸ angst, reincarnation AU ⠀⸙ notes: :-)))))))))))))) don’t read if you donut wanna be SAd.

➢ Give Me Your Hands (I Will Pick the Stars for You) by mindheist ⠀✎ Summary: I miss you like the moon misses the sun, destined to chase you until the end of time. ⠀⠀▸ angst, historical fantasy AU, feat. Jungkook ⠀⸙ notes: ur heart will heart. i can promise u that.

➢ laser tag AU by @kpopfanfictrash ⠀✎ Summary: You go laser tagging with the boys and come face to face with Taehyung. ⠀⠀▸ s e x u a l t e n s i o n but it's PG ⠀⸙ extra notes: I have never been so invested in a drabble I swear. The amount of times I've fantasized about this lasertag!Taehyung and Y/N's story is almost embarrassing to admit, hahaha.

➢ Rent-A-Boyfriend by @jimlingss ⠀✎ Summary: Are YOU lonely? Need someone to cuddle at night? Do you want love? If you said ‘yes’ to any of the questions previously mentioned then we have a service for you! RENT-A-BOYFRIEND TODAY! ⠀⠀▸ F L U F F

➢ Seoksanhwa by @gukyi ⠀✎ Summary: May you keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Watch your back, keep to the wall. Always be ready to attack. Do not let your guard down, for it will be the last thing you ever do. The game of love is cruel and treacherous, the obstacles high and the stakes even higher, and the royal family never did play fair. ⠀⠀▸ fluff, angst, smut, prince AU, joseon AU ⠀⸙ notes: r u ready to cry ur fcking eyes out :-)

➢ Song of Sunrise by Fable ⠀✎ Summary: Late at night, as dawn started painting the horizon, a night elf was running, his thin silhouette shining in the moonlight, the sound of his light steps resonating in the leaves of the silent, silent trees. That elf’s name was Tae. And Tae was heartbroken. ⠀⠀▸ fluffy angst, fantasy AU ⠀⠀▸ platonic Taehyung x Jimin ⠀⸙ extra notes: another story on ARA

➢ All's Fair by @goldenscript ⠀✎ Summary: Sometimes people can surprise you and do absurdly kind things, even the ones you least expect… even your rival, Jeon Jungkook. ⠀⠀▸ fluff, enemies to lovers AU, baseball AU ⠀⸙ extra notes: this fic made me blush a whole lot. just a lot of wholesome fluff. :")

➢ A Piece of the Moonlight by @jimlingss ⠀✎ Summary: For your loved ones, the people who are waiting at home, the people who have died - you will fight. And sometimes to fight means to sacrifice: who you really are and the person you really love. ⠀⠀▸ ANGST, mulan AU ⠀⸙ extra notes: this is the fic that led me to KNOW WITH STRONG CONVICTION that there are some fanfic writers who are unbelievably talented way beyond the world fanfics and deserve so so much joy and success if they decide to pursue writing as a career. This is it. This is one of them. If ((((jimlingss)))) ever decided to make this into a full fledged book with her own OCs, there's no doubt it'll be even more A M A Z I N G than it already is. I just love this story so much. It moved me to tears. And not just tears -- but legit ugly crying. Do yourself a favor and read this masterpiece.

➢ baby!Jeon drabble series by @an-exotic-writer ⠀✎ Summary: A series of drabbles and scenarios about (Not-So-)Baby Jungkook, his 6 older brothers, and you. ⠀⠀▸ F L U F F !!!!!! ⠀⸙ extra notes: 6 GROWN MEN. 1 GROWN WOMAN. 1 LITTLE BABY. SO MUCH FLUFF. AFJALEJGAJFAE. 60k+. this is 2 years worth of writing, y’all. so much fluff. so much luv.

➢ Blue Orchids by @inktae ⠀✎ Summary: You were eighteen years old when Jimin’s name showed up on your hand. ⠀⠀▸ angst, fluff, implied smut, hanahaki AU, soulmate AU

➢ Date in a Box by @jimlingss ⠀✎ Summary: If you’re in a hurry then we’re here to help you! Everything you need in a box. Delivery less than five minutes. Upgrade and we can personalize your date even more! Guaranteed 100%! Don’t fret, we’re here. ⠀⠀▸ F L U F F !

➢ Heat Wave by @iq-biased ⠀✎ Summary: The air conditioner breaks during the hottest week of summer and you have to figure out how to stay cool. ⠀⠀▸ smut, fluff, roommate AU ⠀⸙ notes: the title is accurately named bc reading this will definitely make you warm. very warm.

➢ Five Dates by @kpopfanfictrash ⠀✎ Summary: “Ten dates,” he nods, smile tugging at his lips. “Ten dates, to decide if you want this – want me – or want me to go. Ten dates to get to know me. Ten dates,” he says, oddly soft, “to fall in love with me.” ⠀⠀▸ fluff, smut

➢ Hiraeth by @thedefinitionofbts ⠀✎ Summary: We are always yearning for someone, even if that person may not exist in this tangible realm. ⠀⠀▸ fluff, angst, smut, college AU, soulmate AU

➢ Human Error by @gardentulips ⠀✎ Summary: Jungkook is your latest creation, and so much more... ⠀⠀▸ fluff, angst, robot AU

➢ Mamihlapinatapai by @tayegi ⠀✎ Summary: You reunite with an old flame. ⠀⠀▸ angst ⠀⸙ extra notes: it's not a happy story. i'm sorry. but it is a definitely good painful story. so i'm not sorry.

➢ Orange Tulips by @kainks ⠀✎ Summary: You’d remember Jungkook with every life you lived. Only he’d never remember you, never recall how your fates were written in the stars since the beginning of time. ⠀⠀▸ angst, fluff, smut, soulmate AU, reincarnation AU

➢ The Swirling Ways of Stars by @inktae ⠀✎ Summary: He feels like the thrill of the unknown and the unexplored, like that hesitant feeling of a new sensation under your fingertips. He’s like the first taste of a newly discovered flavor, one that hits your tongue and quickly spreads through your body from head to toe. ⠀⠀▸ angst, fluff, fantasy AU

➢ Tea and Ice Cream by @blackcatkuroi ⠀✎ Summary: It’s the small moments that truly shine. ⠀⠀▸ platonic OT7 ⠀⠀▸ fluff ⠀⸙ extra notes: another story on ARA. Super cute story that briefly illustrates the close bond between these guys.

Random notes: (cause I just LOVE to blab even when no one cares hahahaha) 1. Not surprising that JK has the most, lol. People just love writing him... and I'm okay with that :"))) I am surprised by the amount of Namjoon fics though, I didn't think it'd be that many! I guess I'm lowkey Namjoon biased................. no scratch that. I'm SO Namjoon biased. Lmao. 3. I realized quickly on that I'm very picky about Taehyung fics I read thus I have few Taehyung favorites :"( I need more. Also I really need to read more Hoseok and Jimin fics. Also I'm whipped for Yoongi. What can I say. He my Master 4ever. And of course I read a lot of Jin fics considering he is my UB, so I have a lot of favorites :"))) 4. Haven't read found very many OT7 fics. I would very much like to find more stories that explore their amazing brotherhood/bond!!

#fic recs #bts fic rec #bts #bts fanfic #they're all gold #believe me #g recs

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residentanchor · 6 years

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The Unseen Roommate

Note: I never really end some of my warm-ups so this one just kind of kept going until I felt like it was enough. A quick shoutout to azlinne for giving me the idea a while back!

Roman wasn't too sure about their new roommate. Sure, Patton said they all needed to give him a fair chance since none of them had much interaction with him, but it all felt off. No person spent that much time alone in their room alone, closed off and silent other than a few banging noises and creaking sounds in the middle of the night. Talking to Logan was also completely helpless. Although he was the only one to have talked to the stranger, he didn't care about getting to know the man as long as he paid his share of the rent on time. So what if he was shy and a bit reclusive? All was well in their little abode.

Roman wasn't going to simply let it go. Patton was okay with knocking and checking on this 'Virgil' but Roman wasn't content with shouts through a wall. I mean, he didn't even have the audacity to open up and talk to them, how utterly rude! He snuck into the apartment in the middle of the night without a word or any sort of greeting. A few times, Roman would knock and invite the stranger out to eat, which would either go unanswered or just be declined. Roman started getting upset as he would huff and stomp away from the door. One day, he knocked and threw an insult, only to have one tossed back his way.

It became a new thing for the two of them. Roman would no longer invite 'Virgil' out anymore but would knock and throw a joke or two and make small talk before going about his day as if nothing happened. He started only knocking at nights where he would always get an answer, and sometimes Patton would even join if he wasn't so tired. Logan would make a comment as he walked by and everyone got used to their strange interactions with their roommate.

Tonight, Roman leaned back against the door, deep into a discussion about the latest movie he just went and saw, explaining it in full since Virgil said he never really liked seeing movies in theaters. Too many people, too loud, the seats usually weren't that comfortable and the rooms usually smelled of old soda and stale popcorn.

"I can't wait for it to come out on DVD or something, sounds interesting," Virgil called from the other side of his door.

"Oh yes! I am so getting it when it does! We can set up space in the living room to watch it together! Or, in your room. If you want, that is, no pressure!" Roman sat, listening closely through the door. He always did this, even when he didn't mean to. He would have a slip of the tongue and mention them hanging out together and not through a door, but Roman was always shot down. He never tried it often, but every once in a while he just couldn't help himself.

"I dunno, Roman."

"No, sorry!" Roman turned and placed a hand on the door. "It was a slip-up, think nothing of it!" He waited, hoping to hear anything from the other side of the door. "Please, let's just forget I ever said anything. I was enjoying just talking to you."

"Don't get all mushy on me now." Roman could hear the laughter at the edge of Virgil's tone and he sighed happily. "You'll start sounding like a rom-com."

"Don't talk to me about that. You don't listen to any music after 2008!"

He heard Virgil chuckle through the door. "Amy Lee sings like an angel and I will fight you on that!"

"I'd like to see you try!"

Patton walked up, smiling at Roman who sat against the door with a pillow at his back, laughing at whatever Virgil had just said. "Dinner time." He shifted the plate he held in his hands. "Go wash up and eat, Roman." Roman huffed but got up, knocking and saying goodbye to Virgil as he did. "I brought you a plate, Virgil!" Patton placed the food right outside his door as he did every night. It was always gone in the morning despite how many times Virgil had promised Patton he could get food himself and didn't need Patton cooking for him. "I'll talk to you later."

"Thanks, Pat." Patton smiled and gave Virgil's door a quick knock himself. A little habit they started to show they were walking up or away from his door to talk just to get his attention. Virgil heard Patton's footsteps walk away before letting out a heavy sigh.

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It was late at night a few days later when Roman suddenly got up, stomach growling at him before. He hoped a small snack before bed would have been enough instead of eating a full meal but his stomach seemed to disagree. Deciding a second snack was necessary to hold him over until the morning, Roman got up from his bed and rubbed his eyes before dragging his feet across his carpeted floor.

He was already in the kitchen before his tired brain registered someone else in there with him. He stopped and blinked, seeing the back of a person he didn't recognize slowly turn around and stare back at him. Roman blinked a few more times and suddenly found himself alone in the kitchen. Confused, he rubbed his eyes once more and looked around, confirming he was completely alone in the room.

"Great," he mumbled to himself. "Hey, if you're a ghost you can live here but you better pay rent like the rest of us." Roman walked further into the kitchen, heading straight for the cupboard.

He had opened the door and pulled out a box before he heard a chuckle behind him, surprising him and causing him to jump. He spun around and dropped the box, coming face to face with the stranger once more. "Well, princey. I do pay rent so I hope you're okay with that."

"What?" Roman blinked, looking at the man in front of him a bit closer. He was dressed in baggy clothes and skinny jeans that seemed ripped on purpose, hair hanging partially in his face. "You look like an emo nightm-," Roman froze midsentence, replaying his words in his head. "V-virgil?"

The man gave a two-fingered salute. "Yo."

Roman blinked and then smiled, taking half a step closer. "You actually came out of your room! Nice to finally meet you face to face."

"Sort of." Virgil shrugged, looking back down at the box Roman had dropped.

"Sort of?" Roman asked. "What do you mean by that?"

Virgil held a hand out and the box suddenly flew up into his hand. "Granola bars, hm? You know, midnight snacks are supposed to be junk food you can eat while no one is around to judge you, right?"

Roman stared at his roommate speechless, looking at the box and back at Virgil, gaping like a fish out of water. "What, you, how-huh?"

Virgil fell back slowly before stopping midair, crossing his leg over the other and posing as if he were sitting back in a comfy chair. "Well, you said it was okay for me to be a ghost as long as I was paying rent."

"You're a ghost?" Roman reached back and grabbed the counter, using it to hold himself up. "H-how...?"

Virgil rolled his eyes and reached out for the box, pulling out a granola bar and tossing it over to Roman. "I died. It's kind of the most important step to becoming a ghost."

Roman didn't catch the granola bar, though he did flounder after it before it fell to the ground. He reached up and picked it off of the floor, staring down at the wrapper before glancing back up. "Where do you have money to pay rent?"

Virgil shrugged and tossed the box casually onto the counter. "Parents left me with a lot of money. I don't think anyone has found me yet, so no one froze my bank account. I've been using it to pay rent here. I mean, yeah, I could haunt you guys but this just seems easier."

"How did you-," Virgil shot Roman an intense glare and he held up his hands defensively. "Sorry, won't ask how you died, I get it. So, w-what about the food Patton leaves out for you?"

"I toss it out. Or go to that dumpster just a few blocks over really late and leave it for the homeless guy in the alley. I just bring the plate back." Virgil placed his hands behind his head. "I had to make you think I at least ate and eventually came out of my room or I wouldn't exactly pass as human."

Roman shook his head and looked over at his floating roommate. "So you're just a random ghost who pays rent and haunts a bedroom?"

Virgil suddenly froze, locking up and sitting up straighter in the air. "Well, sort of. I mean." He leaned forward and stood back on the ground, folding his arms and rubbing them as if he were cold. "I could just be a freeloading ghost, but this way is just nicer for everyone, right?"

Roman blinked at Virgil and suddenly felt a sense of ease wash over him. This was the Virgil he had been talking to for all this time. The one he'd made friends with through a door. Just the thought caused him to smile before he covered his mouth, letting out a soft chuckle. "Oh, oh my. Never have I thought I'd meet a ghost who paid rent to live with humans because he was lonely!"

"Hey!" Virgil would have blushed if he were living, Roman was sure of it.

"Speaking of," Roman took a step closer and squinted through the dark. "I thought you could see through ghosts?"

Virgil ducked his head back a bit. "You can. I spend all my time incorporeal, so I decided when you accidentally saw me, I would at least take the energy of looking tangible."

Roman nodded and smiled. "You do care!" His smile dropped a bit and he placed a hand on his chin. "What were you even doing out here?"

"Returning Patton's plate from dinner." Virgil smiled and turned towards the sink. "I was outed by dishware. You normally aren't up this late."

"Oh my gosh, I can't wait to tell the others in the morning!" Roman jumped in excitement. "Patton's going to be so happy to see you! Oh, and Logan's going to flip, it's going to be great!"

Virgil shuffled a bit before looking up at Roman. "You think they'll like me?"

Roman scoffed and smiled over at the ghostly roommate. "You're a friendly ghost, like an emo Casper! If anything it just adds to the aesthetic you have!"

Virgil snorted a laugh and shook his head. "Yeah, I guess. If you think they won't be too freaked out..."

"Patton will be upset he can't cook for you and Logan will probably be more concerned about that bank account of yours that's somehow paying us rent more than it's a ghost doing it." Roman rolled his eyes and unwrapped his granola bar. "What kind of ghost pays rent instead of haunting anyway?"

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfic #sander sides #short story #warmup fic #ghost virgil #curious roman

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gtsvnbys · 7 years

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thin walls

neighbor au! where you live next to jaebum and jinyoung and a hole in the wall is all it takes for jaebum to actually get to know you

so you just moved into a new apartment building

you're new to the area, but the building is kinda old

your apartment is clean and very simple and homey

if you turn up your stereo to the max level, then everyone on the floor can hear it

but everyone on your floor is very nice, there's a cute old couple, two college students, a single mom and her daughter, and a pair of guys living next door to you at the end of the hall

you've formally met jinyoung when he introduced himself to you when you moved in

but you've never met his roommate jaebum except for one time making eye contact with him when leaving your apartment

the elevator dinged open and revealed a group of guys all arguing with bags of food in their hands

you definitely recognized jinyoung walking with them as he waved at you while they all went to the door next to yours

and then you made eye contact with your neighbor, his roommate

he had a v tall build, looking v straight and proper as he went in last, making sure none of them dropped anything in the elevator

he was simply dressed in an oversized hoodie and loose-fitting pants but in all his natural beauty, he looked so handsome

when he caught your eyes, a surge of electricity ran through you

your initial reaction was to turn your head away, open your door and slam it shut behind you

and so you did just that

the minute it shut, you realized that you were meant to be going out to dinner to meet your friends jisoo and irene

so that meant you had to go back out

but thankfully the thin walls meant you could hear all of them enter jinyoung and jaebum's apartment and shut the door

a couple weeks pass and you still don't really know jaebum all too well

so you try to wait and wait and linger by the mailboxes in the lobby to try and catch the handsome man, but he still doesn't show up half the time

when you're about to approach the elevator and he's inside, the doors suddenly close and you're left waiting for it to come again

other times, you wave at jaebum when you're about to enter your apartment and you can see him make eye contact with you!!

but he doesn't respond with anything except a tight-lipped smile and a small wave back

jinyoung talks to you in passing and in the elevator, and so you get to know him pretty well

you even get to know of their friends who visit them basically everyday

jackson always is prepared to fight anyone for you

mark usually keeps to himself

bambam and yugyeom are always making inside jokes or dabbing and babbling on about whatever

and youngjae is usually found singing to whatever you have on the radio

and yet you know v little about jaebum

so they tell you stories of jaebum and jinyoung from university days (which explains the JJP sign on their door) and their random adventures (aka it becomes 'embarrass jaebum' time without him even knowing bc he's gone when you're over or he's in his room)

and so you find yourself liking what you hear about jaebum

and bc you're SO obvious, everyone can tell that you kinda like him

and when they tell jaebum about it, he just brushes it off and says it's probably not anything

and it's bc jaebum doesn't want to raise his hopes

bc jaebum has a small crush on you and refuses to do anything about it

he gets super flustered and freezes up when he notices you, and he knows that if he opens his mouth, he's gonna spit gibberish at you

so he just avoids talking to you in general

which is a stupid move in everyone's opinion

bc he's gonna have to talk to you eventually

I mean, you are his neighbor and crush and everything

one night, you're back in your apartment after a long day at work and you can hear everyone in jinyoung and jaebum's apartment

they're playing a game or watching some type of fight when the walls shake for a moment

a book falls off your bookshelf with a slam as you hear a string of curse words come from the side wall that was surprising clear

you cross your kitchen to pick up the book when you see specks of drywall and dust accumulate on the ground right before your very eyes

"JAEBUM!! YOU MADE A HOLE IN THE WALL!!"

you stand back up abruptly, your eyes meeting jaebum's in a place where wasn't supposed to be a hole at all

meaning your neighbor broke through your wall

meaning there was literal HOLE the diameter of a fist in your wall

thankfully, nothing fragile or made from glass was next to the lonely hole in your wall

just some books from falling from your bookcase and a photo frame nailed up on the wall became slightly askew

that's how jaebum started his very first conversation with you, "uh… hi (y/n)—sorry—the hole in the wall, I didn't mean to! the game, we were—"

“you did this?” you're just so surprised and jaebum immediately thinks you're super super mad at him

but you’re just super super surprised this hasn’t happened any earlier?? if that makes sense??

bambam and yugyeom start apologizing since it was their fault that jaebum accidentally punched the wall but you don’t really care, “are you okay, jaebum? is your hand okay?”

and everyone is staring at you staring at jaebum, whose eyes are wide and he’s confusedly pointing at himself, like ‘huh? are you talking to me’

and jinyoung and mark are smirking while yugs and bambam are snickering to themselves, “yeah (y/n), I-I’m fine”

you and jaebum go downstairs to report the accident to your building manager and he agrees to take care of it asap

meaning it's gonna take a couple weeks to get it patched up

and with jaebum more relaxed around you, you're over at JJP's apartment a lot more often

he gets a lot less flustered, but he masks it well when you're around

bc he literally just punched a hole in the wall, how much more embarrassing can he get

and when jinyoung tries to kick you out, you just reason that his roommate made a hole in your wall and he immediately shuts up and glares at you (ah, that signature park jinyoung glare)

and so of course you and jaebum are a lot more closer than before

when you hear him working on his music, you ask if you can hang out and watch him

and he lets you and wow, you’re falling deeper in love with this man

diD I SAY LOVE, OOPS

when you cook too much food for dinner, you invite jaebum over to help finish it

which usually also ends in watching a movie or just staying up talking

when jinyoung and the rest of the guys wonder where he is, they just check the hole in the wall and would you look at that? it’s you and jaebum asleep on your couch together

cue all the blackmail photos being sent in the got7 group chat

you also use the hole in the wall as a means of handing things back to them

you borrow a blanket from them and you're too lazy to walk?

you shove the blanket through the hole in the wall and whabam! easily done

you need something sweet for your coffee?

you call for jaebum and he graces you with his presence and the sugar

you accidentally take jaebum's hoodie after he put it on you when you visited over?

nope, you're definitely keeping that;)

you're reading a book in your apartment when you hear two ppl enter the JJP apartment

"hyung, ask her out! today’s your chance!" jackson's voice was loud and clear as day, you didn't even need jaebum's hole in the wall to hear it

you can hear jaebum immediately shoot down the idea

"why nottttt?" Jackson's voice whined out the last word, "I can tell she likes you!"

you’re wondering who the girl in question is so you silently move a bit closer to the hole in the wall

you heard a loud scoff from jaebum as jackson let out a shocked groan of disbelief, "what?? you don't see it? (y/n) smiles so hard when she's around you and I always see her looking at you or waiting around the lobby for you when you're supposed to come back from work! mark saw her yesterday at the mailboxes for nearly an hour because you usually go around 5 to get the mail"

“am I that obvious?” you asked yourself, trying to remember if you saw mark see you the other day. you immediate slapped your hand over your mouth once you realized you said it out loud

they apparently didn’t hear you as jackson continued talking, “hyung, I know you've been making googly eyes at her since she moved in! now is your chance to actually out her out! and you know she’s going to say yes, so what’s the harm?”

there was pure silence till you heard jaebum speak again, “I‘m busy tonight”

"so you are asking her out tonight! is that what these flowers are for?" you heard the crinkle of plastic and peeked around the hole in the wall, seeing jackson hold up a small bouquet of flowers as jaebum had his back to you, "these are for (y/n), aren't they?"

"I have something to do tonight, will you leave so I can get ready?"

"so are you gonna ask out (y/n) or what?" you can hear jaebum hum something incoherent in response and then jackson leave the apartment with a 'okayyyyyy, bye hyung! good luck asking (y/n) out!'

after a beat of silence, you heard jaebum speak up again, "I know you're listening, (y/n)"

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop," you immediately defend yourself, moving closer to the hole in the wall, "and it's not my fault jackson talks so loud…"

he raises an eyebrow at you and you pout, "so im jaebum, are you busy tonight?"

you point at the flowers and he hides them behind his back, "well, it all depends if you are…"

"what are you—"

you can see the tips of his ears turn red as he presents the flowers through the hole in the wall to you

"are you asking me out through this hole in the wall?" you smile at him with disbelief

"depends, are you saying yes through this hole in the wall?"

#got7 #got7 jb #got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #got7 au #jaebum scenarios #im jaebum scenarios #jaebum imagines #im jaebum imagines #idk how to end it so it's gonna end like this #my work

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lazilyandrogynousengineer · 7 years

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A new path and History

DRAKE’S PARENTS

This is a chapter of Drake’s parents. How they met, fell in love and Drake’s birth.

Amanda’s POV (Drake’s mom)

I was getting ready to head to nearby pub for a party with my friends, cause I got a job as assistant manager in Stanley Co. I was touching up my makeup, when my roommate made a dramatic entrance. She was cooing all over me and she said, “You will surely kill any man you want tonight babe:-*.”I scoffed and replied, “I don’t want a man in my life, I am an independent lady and I can take care of myself.” She was like,” You never know when true will come to you.” I called the cab she and I headed for the club and friends were already headed for the dance floor. I usually enjoy this kind of stuff but somehow I was tired today. I saw a man staring at me. I glared at him and ignored him because I was not in mood for some random hookup. He just walked up to me and smiled. I was like,” move on dude, you don’t stand a chance with me.” I was drowned in my thoughts he asked me if he could buy me drinks. I observed his features. Sharp, well-built actually some sort of Greek God. His accent sounded just like that of a European. I put on a fake smile and gestured him to sit. All my friends were with their partners and busy dancing me. He ordered two bottles of beer for us. I smiled to myself and said he is rustic. He cleared his throat and introduced himself, “HI, I am Darren Walker and you are…?” I answered, “Amanda Thomas.” We kept talking and we felt connected to each other. There was something enigmatic about him and I was attracted towards this man. I asked him,” I think you aren’t from USA your accent gives it away. Pardon me if I sound rude.” He smiled and calmly replied,” No Miss Amanda I am a Cordonian, a small country in Europe. I have my job here with top notch security consultant and I have studied here in NYU. No you weren’t rude.” Our beer was finished and we just chatted with each other. After sometime he offered to dance with me. I agreed. We danced close to each other feeling each other and in total sync. After we were tired we went back to our booth all my friends were just staring at Darren in awe. I introduced Darren to my friends and I could surely tell they were smitten by him too. He offered to drop me and my friend to home in his car. I bid him goodbye and He suddenly just pulled my waist towards him. I was furious but next he stared in my eyes and I was all smitten again. His voice was husky and asked me if I would like to go on a date with him tomorrow. I just stood there in his arms and I just nodded.

I couldn’t sleep the entire night, just Darren covered my head. I was so smitten by him .The night passed by and not an ounce of sleep was there. My roommate came to my room in the morning and said,” oh look at you all smitten by Mr. Darren. She said I am independent and yet just mooned about a man all night.” I looked at the clock and muttered,” Shit, I am late for my work on first day. Please it’s not a good time. I get ready fast, wait for the bus to take me to my new office. I loved my first day at work. But, I just thought about Darren. I bade goodbye to my new colleagues and saw Darren waiting for me outside my new office. I just ran up to him and hugged him. I really don’t know what gotten into me but I couldn’t be away from this man. First date and yet I felt so drawn to him. I murmured sorry to Darren and he said the feelings are quite mutual nothing awkward. Our first date was so wonderful, he took me to woods made a bonfire, roasted marshmallows, s’mores and sandwiches. Quite unique. So, bucolic God this man just swept me off my feet. His comforting voice. A perfect night to remember.

Six months and we were head over heels in love with each dates amazing kisses, beers, adventures and the most amazing sex ever .He called me one day and told that he wants to meet me and has planned something special. He told me to come to an address. I dressed and put on my best scent and reached the venue half an hour early. I waited for him for an hour he didn’t turn up. Two more hours just went by I waited. Tears welled up my eyes, he just left me. I called at his address no one picked the telephone. I took a cab and went to his home I was angry and furious but no sign of him there. How could he just leave me? I went to my home and cried my heart out. My roommate tried to cheer up. I lost my zest for life. I just drowned myself in my work got multiple promotions. I blew off my dates whenever my friends tried to hook me up. Wondered everyday what was so wrong that he left me without even meeting for a last time. My boss called me and gave me the news that they are transferring me to Corodnia for a temporary project there. I will be paid very well it would be a turning point in my career. I agreed at once to take this project. My flight was scheduled for next week. I just packed my clothes and my office was going to provide a furnished apartment .My roommate was going to move in with her boyfriend, so we celebrated our last night. I boarded my flight. I was granted a visa on arrival in Cordonia .I don’t know whether I will ever move on over Darren. I was busy with all the office inauguration ceremony, King Constantine and Queen Aanya were invited and they had accepted our proposal to join us. The security had to be pretty goofed up. I was told the captain of Royal Guard was to meet me for security supervision.

I was seated in my office when secretary informed me that the captain was there in our office. I told her to send him in. He knocked my door when I was viewing some account statements of the company. I told him to come in. He entered my office and he stopped in his tracks. I saw him and there he was Mr. Darren Walker. I was furious, angry and varied emotions I felt. Before he could say anything I ordered him to take his seat. My voice was icy and lacked any emotion. I told him that he could see all the security details all by himself and secretary would give him a round of the office. I was cut off in between. He was all guilty and said pleadingly,” Amanda you have every right to be mad at me. I wasn’t able to come that night I do have plausible explanation. Now, you do know that I am the captain of royal guard .There was an assassination attempt on king and his family. I just had to leave in hurry. I left a note for you at your doorstep. But I think you didn’t get it or may have tampered with…..”I discontinued him and said,” Mr. Walker please we aren’t here for a personal chit chat. I suppose you have work here. Please do your inspection and leave.” I got up an opened the door for him. He walked towards the door and left silently his head hung low.

The inauguration ceremony was great and Prince Leo was the one who created a lot of problems for the security. Many days just passed. Mr. Walker barged to my office scooped me off my seat and put me in his car and took me to the woods. He stared at me. He took me in his arms and kissed me. So, much passion in a kiss. I wasn’t giving it away. He gazed intensely at me and said ,” Miss Amanda , I am the last person you would want to see, but for me you are my world. There hasn’t been a day when I didn’t think about you. There were times when I saw death in front of me .My last thought was to be with you near you and touch you. I want to share my life with you. The emotions which you felt in past months have been the same for me or even more because I knew I was the reason for causing pain.” He bent down on his knee and said ,” I can’t live without you Amanda. Will you marry me and punish me for my mistake for an entire life?” Tears just poured in and I was feeling sad, happy anxious at same time. I told a ,” Yes, I will punish you each and every day for what you did to me.”

Six months have bygone we are happily married. He is the cutest, sweetest husband I could have asked for. We have had worse days and good days. I am about 4 months pregnant, he makes sure he is around me. Just I life I dreamt with him. All wishes do come true. There wasn’t any problem adjusting in Cordonia. Just out of a fairy tale. Our house is just outside the city. We have our own little field where I grow veggies, fruits and rear cows for milk. Darren always brings me a gift. Small but a sweet gift every day. A rose is mandatory part from his side. Since, he has heard about baby he brings me two roses one for me and other for the baby. It’s October 18, 1988, Queen Aanya has given birth to healthy prince. He is called Prince Liam. His pictures are in all newspapers. What a cute baby he was. My baby girl would be the most beautiful girl in the world. I caress my stomach. I am due in a month. Darren and I weren’t able to come to a conclusion for name of baby girl. We are hoping it’s a girl. We have shortlisted two names Savannah and Alysha. We didn’t find the gender of the baby and wanted to be a surprise. Daren had decorated our baby’s room with shades of pink and soft toys that we could afford. I had left my job when I was 6 months pregnant. So, there were money issues but his love was enough for me and my baby.

November 18, 1988 7:16pm Cordonian time

I was lying unconscious in operation theatre giving birth to our first child. I heard the baby cry but I was drugged. I was unconscious for an hour or two. I asked nurse that I wanted to see my baby. I was given a small private room in hospital. Darren came to my room and nurse brought my child. I took our baby in hand and cried. Darren was also very emotional. He told me we had a baby boy. He was waiting for me to gain conscious so he could fill in our baby’s name. I looked at our baby who was sleeping peacefully in my arms. He was so tiny and most beautiful baby in the world. I looked at Darren and said ,” I do have a name for him and we will call him Drake Darren Walker. Darren filled the details of Drake’s birth certificate. Drake had got up by that time and was crying at his highest level. Nurse said he was hungry and was required to be fed. I fed Drake my milk. I ask God that he grants my Drake all the happiness he deserves. Darren looked at both of us and kissed our child Drake.

SPOILER:A similar story of Liam’s birth would be shared too.I thought why not Drake first?Please reblog this it would encourage me to write more about Drake and Liam as kids.

#drake walker #walkerismychoice #addicted to choices #king liam #choices #liam-chris-knights

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quil12 · 4 years

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Let’s all gather round and hear the tale of my horrible roommate

Long post - I really just needed to vent

(Some actual stuff happens in here and it’s not just like “they don’t wash their dishes” - it’s actual stuff that I would be interested in reading if it weren’t happening to me)

It all started about a month ago. My roommate invited a strange man over during a pandemic in order to get super drunk and then sleep with him. She passed out on the floor and left him to wander around the rest of the building drunk. He started yelling and trying to get into random people’s apartments. The police got called and she got a lease violation.

Not too long after that, she wanted her boyfriend to come and stay in the apartment. To reiterate, we’re in a pandemic right now. Also, he is a 40 year old man and I am 20. I’m not sure how old our other roommate is, but I assume also in her 20’s. Our other roommate and I were not too thrilled about this and we gave the perfectly reasonable request of asking them to get a hotel room. Just to add onto this, our other roommate is not a native English speaker and she was being incredibly rude to her because even though you could understand her, her sentences weren’t “grammatically correct” so she was pretending like she couldn’t understand her requests. Instead of talking it out, she went behind our backs to the leasing office to get permission from them. Kind of a dick move tbh.

Unrelated to that, I asked her to wash the dishes of mine which she had been using because I had given her permission to use them under the stipulation that she wash them after using them. I asked her to actually wash the dishes that she used or else to please stop using mine. This triggered a massive temper tantrum where she was screaming and slamming doors. She also took all my dishes out and put them onto the kitchen counter.

Because of this and the whole thing with the leasing office, I asked her to please not use my things anymore. I had to repeat this request oh, about 50 times because she couldn’t get it through her thick skull to not use my things. She (and her boyfriend) used my toothbrush holder and I had to throw out my toothbrush and get a new one because the bristles were literally touching mine and I didn’t trust them to not have COVID. She used my shampoo and conditioner and then lied about it (I know because I had enough for several more washes and when I went back, there was only enough for barely 1). She used my swiffer which I have explicitly told her not to use and then left the lid off of the pads (the reason I told her not to use it), and the list could go on for a while.

During this whole time, she was consistently slamming any door she used and regularly throwing temper tantrums. She would also just leave her dog out in the living room/kitchen totally unattended, something which we aren’t allowed to do under the lease. Not to mention, her dog is extremely untrained and will bark at just about anything. Her dog will also relentlessly chase my cat so her leaving her dog out there meant that my cat couldn’t come out with me which made me uncomfortable and also feeling bad for my cat because going out in the living room is her absolute favorite time.

I reported this to the leasing office and they asked me to record these things happening. I recorded the door slamming as well as her dog being left unattended in the common areas. She was then given another lease violation. If she were to get one more, she would be evicted.

Things quieted down for a little while. She finally bought her own pans and dishware - her pans are in very weird and inconvenient spots because she bought too many of them even though she never cooks. And by “inconvenient” I mean like on top of the fridge where you can’t open the freezer without all of them falling on you. She also got an instant pot and decided that it needs to be out at all hours of the day. She put it on the only counter that we have available to cook and I explained that to her because she would get pissed at me for moving it over so that I could have the counter space to cook dinner and also so I wouldn’t get any food on it. I literally get food on it all the time because it’s right where I prepare food, but I guess if she feels like thoroughly cleaning it every time she uses it then I guess she can. It’s also super annoying to not have that space that I need, but whatever, this was a relatively okay time.

She would still occasionally slam doors and throw minor temper tantrums, but it was miles better than before. Now, let’s fast forward to a few days ago - October 30th.

She had left the apartment a few hours before. I was in the kitchen cooking dinner. As a side note, I was using my george foreman in order to cook a hamburger, so I absolutely needed that extra counter space that her instant pot took up. I moved it over to the other counter and my intention was to move it back after I was done cooking.

I was almost finished when she came into the apartment, very very drunk. She was struggling a lot with the door, but I just let her be because at this point, I have no want to have any sort of interaction with her. She came in stomping. She saw me in the kitchen because I was standing directly in front of the stove, and she decided that she was going to come in and use the microwave. She got way into my personal space, said "excuse me", and without waiting for me to get out of the way, she slammed the microwave right in my face. She then waited right behind my shoulder to wait for her food to finish cooking, effectively trapping me there. She went to the fridge and broke off one of the little pieces on the side of the shelves. They’ve come off before, but she was sitting there trying to fix it. This gave me time finish cooking my dinner, and I started heading to my room.

She then said something to me along the lines of "It was really nice of you to not let me in when I was locked out and you were standing right there." I was very puzzled by this seeing as she was in the apartment, and thus, not locked out. I asked her what she meant, and she again said that she was just locked out and I didn't open the door for her. I think that because she had some sort of issue with the lock, she thought that she was locked out. I assume she had so much trouble with it because of how inebriated she seemed to be. I asked her how she had been locked out when she had a key and was now inside the apartment without any help, but she kept insisting that she had been locked out and I had refused to help her. To reiterate, I was cooking dinner, I heard her struggling slightly with the lock, and then she came in. She struggled for maybe 10 seconds.

By this point, I had made it to my room and had closed and locked the door. My cat, Art was hiding away from her underneath the couch, and I didn't feel physically safe enough to go and retrieve her while Ash was blocking the way and screaming and swearing at me. I went out and retrieved her as soon as I felt it was safe enough to do so, but Art was very afraid because of this and I had to pull her out from under the couch. This was very scary for me because I didn't think my cat would be safe out there with her based on how she was acting, but I didn't think she knew she was there because she was under the couch. I was also texting my mom at this point so I could let her know if anything were to happen.

During this time, she was screaming at me to come out into the hallway and face her, screaming at me that I was a coward. I did not feel comfortable nor safe going out there with her and was seriously considering calling the police because she would not leave me alone and was constantly screaming at me. I asked her to leave me alone multiple times, but she just kept screaming at me to come out and face her. I explained to her that I didn't feel comfortable talking to her because she was screaming at me, slamming cabinet doors, and calling me names, but she continued to try and goad me to come out and face her.

She also said something very peculiar in that she has a recording of me calling her "a black asshole". I never said this. I asked her to provide me with this recording of this so that I could see for myself, but she declined. I almost never speak when I'm in my bedroom because I tend to text people instead of calling them. I have spoken to myself to get through homework which I do because I'm an auditory learner and it helps me to solidify my understanding. Other than that, I do not speak in my room except to my cat to which I'll call her a "darling girl" or occasionally tell her to get down off of places I don't want her to be. This is all to say that I did not say this, and even if I did, there would have been no way for her to hear it because I do not speak in my bedroom to anyone other than my cat whom I just coo at.

She was also trying to blame me for her lease violations. She told me that she was going to get me evicted and I told her that she is the one who has 2 lease violations, to which she then said that it was my fault because I reported her. While yes, I did report her, it seems as though it is her fault for exhibiting those behaviors in the first place. I do not control her actions.

She finally gave up after a while and went to her room. This is when I went out and got my cat, but I very quickly ran back into my room because I still don't feel safe. She came out again shortly after and was yelling in the kitchen about how I hadn't cleaned up after myself cooking dinner. The reason for that is because she was yelling at me and I didn't feel safe enough to do so. She also shoved her instant pot into the space that my george foreman was taking up. Again, I had planned to put it back after I finished cooking, but her screaming at me really just destroyed that plan. There was no space for it to go right there, but she shoved it in anyway just cause I guess.

Yesterday, she also got extremely drunk and left her dog tied up in front of the grocery store for about 3 hours. Someone else in the building saw her and recognized and brought her up, but she literally just left her dog for 3 hours and didn’t even realize she was missing for about 5. Legitimately a piss poor dog owner.

Now, let’s go to this morning, November 2nd. I tried to go to the bathroom. I had just woken up and needed to pee and get ready for the day. She left her room right after me, saw me, and proceeded to chase me to the bathroom, yelling at me the whole time.

I got to the bathroom and thought that she would just leave me alone, but no. She tried to follow me into the bathroom as I was closing the door. I had to push against her in order to close it and lock it. Luckily, I'm stronger and bigger than her so I was able to do it, but it was still extremely scary.

She then proceeded to pace outside in the hallway for about 10 minutes. I know because she was carrying her keys and I could hear them jangling as she went back and forth. Finally, she left the apartment and I took that time to run back to my room, lock the door, and move a bookcase in front of it.

During this time, I also got an email from the leasing office saying that they were working with lawyers to try and evict her as soon as possible, so that’s good news.

I had to pick up a package from the leasing office, and when I came back she was out doing laundry. I just walked past and went to my room, but as soon as she saw me, she slammed the door to the dryer. After a minute, she walked past my room, yelled the word "coward" at me (she's been doing this quite frequently - yelling at me through my door as she walks past), then went into her room for a minute. She then came back out and stood in front of my door and started whispering "you're a coward, you're a nasty human being" repeatedly.

Let me tell you, I have just about called the police on her 3 times in the past few days. I just need the energy out there that the eviction stuff will happen as quickly as humanly possible and I can stop being afraid to go out into the rest of the apartment.

#roommate #roommates #roommate drama #this is actually legitimately scary for me #bad roommates #I need everyone to put out the energy that she'll get evicted real soon #i asked the guy at the leasing office if there was another place i could stay tonight cause i am scared #we'll see what he says #basically we're at the point where i have to pee really bad but i don't want to go out there in case she's also out there #or comes out there when she hears me come out #venting

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minhele · 7 years

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grab your brooms(cause it’s a mess)| pt 1.

mermaid!AU pairing: taehyung x reader word count: 2,424 prompt: taehyung keeps getting attacked by the ocean and he’s literally going to lose his mind if one more seagull shits on him.

note: if you get the title, i’m sorry. anyways, i really love mermaids and i just think they’re really great, and there aren’t enough mermaid fics? i also love marine life and the beach, so this just kinda popped out. also omfg this edit is beautiful kick me

Taehyung sat on the edge of the pier, admiring the beautiful colors of the sunset fading into the ground. He sighed deeply, taking a long sip from his beer. The sound of the waves crashing upon the shore was like a soft ballad, making Taehyung almost forget how shitty his day was.

“Hey stranger.” A new voice said from behind him.

Taehyung turned around, a small grin overtaking his features as he saw Jimin approaching him. The black-haired male took a seat next to him, helping himself to one of Taehyung’s beers.

Jimin popped open his can, and drank from it, letting out a loud belch after finishing. “Alcohol is so much better when someone else buys it.” He paused and took another sip. “Anyways, what’s got you down TaeTae?”

Taehyung groaned, childishly laying his head in Jimin’s lap. “My parents cut me off. Apparently, I have to make it out there on my own without any help. Some kid dropped his ice cream on my Gucci loafers, and I got a ticket. Life just sucks.”

Jimin snickered softly but stopped when Taehyung gave him a look. “Sorry. So, you really can’t leech off your parents anymore? What are you going to do about your apartment?”

“I have to move into the dorms… and get a roommate.” Taehyung said, shuddering.

Jimin patted Taehyung’s forehead lightly. “It’s okay TaeTae, roommates aren’t that bad. I have two and they’re bearable. You’ll fit in just fine. You have me anyways.”

“Yeah, but what if I get a complete psycho? Can you just be my roommate instead?” Taehyung pleaded, giving him puppy-dog eyes.

“Sorry TaeTae, the RAs are kinda tough on us. If he’s that much of a psycho, just file a complaint.” Jimin said, sipping on his beer.

“But Jiminie, I’ve never shared a room with anyone else before!” Taehyung whined, crossing his arms.

Jimin snorted, finishing his beer and setting it aside. “You let me crash at your place before.”

“That’s besides the point.” Taehyung replied, frowning.

Jimin lifted Taehyung off his lap and slung an arm around his friend. “Look TaeTae, you’re going to have to deal with it eventually. There’s no point in changing the inevitable.” He paused, standing up. “Stand up with me. I think you need to relieve your stress.”

Taehyung stood up, curious as to what Jimin was going to do. Jimin fixed the position of his empty beer can, and took a few steps back. He started running and kicked the can to the far right, the empty can landing on an unsuspecting man sleeping on the beach.

“Goal!” Jimin shouted, jumping around in circles. “Try it.”

Taehyung smiled, finishing the rest of his beer and set it down on the pier. He took a running start and punted the can into the ocean, the can bouncing on a rock before landing in the water. He whooped, high-fiving Jimin and cheering loudly.

“Wow, that’s actually really fu-”

FOOM.

“Ow, what the fuck?” Taehyung cursed, rubbing at his forehead. He looked at the object that had hit him and furrowed his eyebrows.

It was the fucking beer can.

Jimin doubled over, body wracked with laughter. He was practically on the ground now, eyes getting watery from laughing so much. “Jesus, did that actually happen?” he managed to choke out, wiping the tears from his eyes.

Taehyung stomped on the offending beer can angrily and made his way back to his car. “I’m going home.”

Surprisingly, Taehyung blended into college life quite easily, despite living such a pampered life before his parents cut him off. He only complained about eating cold chicken nuggets 34 times today. His roommate was going for a major in music with a minor in philosophy. The guy was chill, the only downside of him being that he was the fucking definition of clumsiness. But, for the most part, dorm life wasn’t too bad.

“Hey, Taehyung?” His roommate, Namjoon called.

Taehyung looked up from his work. “Yeah?”

“There’s gonna be an end of semester bonfire at the beach. Wanna come?” Namjoon said.

Taehyung’s thoughts trailed back to the one day he was mysteriously hit in the face with his own beer can. He’s a bit skeptic about going to the beach again, but the desire to get totally fucked up was too strong.

“Will there be weed?” Taehyung asked hopefully.

Namjoon chuckled, his deep voice almost like velvet. “Oh, not just weed. But coke, molly, you name it.”

Taehyung lit up like a Christmas tree and nodded, with a big grin on his face. “Count me the fuck in.”

Out of all of the beach bonfires he’s been to, this one was surprisingly well-made. Lanterns and lights decorated the beach, and was bright enough for him to see what he was getting, but dark enough for no bystanders to see the ridiculous amounts of alcohol and drugs stashed on the tables.

His face lit up when he saw Jimin sitting on one of the benches, talking to a girl with dyed-blonde hair with a red solo cup in hand. He inched towards the girl, leaning into her ear to whisper, “He has syphilis. Don’t take any drinks from him.”

And right on cue, the girl spit into her cup, dropping the drink at Jimin’s feet.

Jimin reached out for her, desperation latched onto his face. “Jiwoo, wait, he’s just fucking with you, I’m clean, I was tested!” he shouted after her.

Jimin groaned in frustration, glaring at Taehyung. “What the fuck man, she was about to invite me into her car!”

Taehyung grinned at him, kissing Jimin on the head and then taking Jiwoo’s spot. “You’re mine.”

Jimin rolled his eyes and smiled at him, his previous anger dissipating. “How you liking dorm life?”

“Not as bad as I thought it’d be. It’s pretty fun, and Namjoon is like the coolest person I know.” Taehyung said.

Jimin pouted. “I thought I was the coolest person you knew.”

Taehyung patted Jimin’s cheeks. “Sorry Jiminie, that spot has been taken by Namjoon. If it helps, you’re the cutest person I know.”

Jimin shrugged. “That’s fair. Have you gotten anything to drink yet?”

“Nope.” Taehyung answered, popping the ‘p’.

“What the hell are you doing here? Go get fucked up!”

It’s only been an hour, but Taehyung feels pretty fucked up. His brain feels fuzzy and his vision is kinda hazy. He’s starting to have some pretty important questions. Like, why did hot dogs have to be frozen? They’re hot dogs. Where does the word go when he erases it? Why did he have to keep drinking 8 glasses of water a day when his body was already 60% water? Why were blueberries blue on the outside but green when their skin was peeled off? Namjoon probably knows the answers to these things so he’ll ask Namjoon when he’s sober. Taehyung needs to pee. Oh, how convenient, the ocean is right there. Taehyung unbuckles his belt and pulls down his zipper, not caring if anyone sees his dick, because holy fucking shit he needs to pee. Taehyung pisses into the ocean, and right now, emptying his bladder feels more orgasmic than any drug. A flash of orange catches his eye. Wow, what a big fish. Is that… skin? Are those boobs? Taehyung is sure he’s fucking higher than a kite, because there is no way that he’s seeing a mermaid. The mermaid seems to notice him now, and her eyes widen in panic and she swims away, the force of her tail, sending waves crashing into him. Taehyung is now drenched from head to toe, and he doesn’t know if the salty taste in his mouth is from the ocean or his own urine.

A few weeks have passed since the incident, and Taehyung has brushed it off as just a hallucination. But weird things keep happening whenever he goes to the beach. The water manages to drench him, but not his friends walking just beside him. While he naps, hermit crabs come and pinch the living fuck out of him. Seagulls target him and shit on him and basically everything he owns. He’s starting to think that the ocean has something against him. Which is impossible, because how could anyone hate him? He’s perfect. So Taehyung decides he’s had enough of this. Everything that had happened to him occurred during the evening, so he decides to conduct a little experiment. He chooses to visit the beach at various times, the early morning, the afternoon, and the evening. He starts the first trial at 7AM. There were a few people on the beach jogging, but otherwise, it was peaceful. So far, the ocean hasn’t attacked him, little crabs weren’t pinching him, and birds weren’t crapping on him. Taehyung rules it as a success. After waiting a few hours, he returns to the beach. A lot of people are there now, doing random activities. Birds are still not crapping on him, crabs aren’t pinching him, and the waves are soft and gentle. Taehyung rules this as another success. For the last trial, Taehyung decides to wait until 9PM to commence his experiment. Once everyone is cleared from the beach, Taehyung prepares an umbrella, a flashlight, and rain boots. He knows he probably looks like a fucking idiot, but he really doesn’t want to feel the wrath of a million angry crabs. Once he steps foot onto the beach, Taehyung almost screams because all the crabs are coming towards him with their pinchers and the birds are flying at him like tiny, angry airplanes, and right now the ocean looks really fucking scary, but wait… that orange tail looks familiar. Taehyung shines his flashlight on the orange tail, and he drops his flashlight in shock. The crabs and the birds stop rushing at him and carry on with their business, as if they weren’t just about to kill him. The waves remain aggressive however, and the woman with the orange tail is swimming away as fast as she can. Taehyung hasn’t really planned for this part of the experiment, but he’s kicking off his boots, and stripping down to his boxers, because that is a mermaid, and he is not going to let her get away. And with that, Taehyung blindly dives into the ocean, following the mysterious mermaid, who may have been the cause of all these strange occurrences.

Taehyung wakes up in a cave with a hoarse throat and he coughs repeatedly, trying to relieve the pain. A shell is pressed to his lips on and he realizes that he's drinking fresh water. He gulped it down aggressively, letting out a big sigh of relief as his throat goes back to normal.

"I can't believe you actually followed me." A voice behind him grumbles.

Taehyung turns around and sees the mermaid in all her naked glory. He catches her staring disapprovingly at him, and he looks away, murmuring a quiet “sorry.” An awkward silence falls over them and he looks at her again.

“Ah, thanks for saving me. How long have I been out for?” He asked.

“13 years.” You answered, with a serious expression.

Taehyung blanches and he tries to find a reflective surface, before you start cackling.

“No, I’m just kidding, 3 days max.” She said, laughing.

Taehyung feels at his face before relaxing and letting out a sigh of relief. “You’re a mermaid.”

She scoffs, rolling her (e/c) eyes. “No duh.”

“I mean, you guys... really exist?” He asked, dumbfounded.

“Yeah.” She answered curtly.

Taehyung can’t stop staring at her and is having trouble formulating sentences that make sense because, wow, she’s stunning, and how does her hair look so nice and soft when she’s probably stayed underwater for her whole life, and holy fuck, mermaids are real.

“Okay, no offense, but will you close your mouth? You look like a brain-dead fish.” She stated snarkily.

Taehyung complies, and looks down in shame. He looks up again and is kinda scared to talk to her. “Why did you save me? To be honest, it kinda seems like you hate my guts.”

“I’m not evil. I wouldn’t just let you die like that. But I probably should have, since you’re probably going to go back and tell everyone about my existence.” She replied.

Nah, Taehyung thinks. He wants to keep her all to himself. “What makes you think people will believe me? In a world filled with technology, no one’s going to actually believe me unless I have evidence.”

“I should probably not trust you, but you seem too dumb to have an ulterior motive.” She retorted.

Taehyung put a hand over his heart, faking hurt. “Ah, harsh.”

She smirked at him. “Only to people who litter.”

“Wait... were you the one who splashed me with water and sent birds and crabs after me?” He questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Yep.” She said, proudly popping the ‘p’.

“But when did I litter?” He asked.

“You kicked that can into the ocean. You don’t know how many animals could have choked on that. A little after that, I saw you toss your plastic wrapper into the sea. Animals can get strangled by that, and it is such a hassle to remove it. You also peed into the ocean that one time, and let me tell you, that is downright disgusting. You’re a really handsome guy, but it’s a shame that you have no regards for the animals in the ocean and the quality of the water.” She ranted, taking a deep breath afterwards.

Taehyung whistled lowly. “Well, gee, never thought about it like that.” He answered.

The mermaid sighed, crossing her arms. “Since I’m feeling generous, I’ll offer you a proposition. I’ve really wanted to come back to land, but it’s been a really long time, so I wouldn’t know how to act or dress. I heard you whining about money that one day, so I want you to come back here occasionally and teach me about what’s been happening. I also need you to bring me appropriate clothing so that no one suspects that I’m a mermaid. If you do this, I will call off all the animals and I will also stop splashing you everytime you come to the beach.”

Taehyung smirked. “So you need me to be your sugar daddy?”

“What’s that?” She asked, blinking innocently.

“Nothing, my sweet summer child...” He said, pausing to pat her on the head. “Count me in. You’re about to become the most educated and well-dressed mermaid in the history of mermaids!”

“Don’t touch me.”

note: this was supposed to be a one-shot, but i suck. this is kinda trashy, and i don’t really like it, but i hope it wasn’t complete garbage for you guys. if you have the time please leave a comment about what you liked and didn’t like about it! thanks for reading! have a good day/night~

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