#i came home and actually did coursework today!! amazing

[fossildustwriter]

Study Partner

Pairing. University!Doyoung x Y/N | Genre. Fluff, Study Partner to Friends to Lovers?? | Word Count. 1.9k

Summary. You’re struggling in your class and ask your professor to recommend a classmate to help you study.

Content Warnings. None! Just sugary fluff.

Author's Note. This was my first ever fanfic. I’m not entirely satisfied with it, but I don’t know what else to do, lol. I don’t even know if I’m doing this correctly or anything, so please give me feedback if it was hard to read, if the pacing was off, or anything I could have done differently!

Today was like any other school day. Classes ended and you had a ton of work to accomplish ahead of you. It never made sense to you that students still had so much to study for after midterms were over. You gathered your things from your last class and made your way to the library to study. 

A ping came up from your phone as you were heading over.

Doyoung: Studying today?

You stared at the text from your friend. Your study partner, actually. He became your daily study partner right before the first midterm, months ago. You were struggling to comprehend any of the coursework this quarter and it had you frustrated. You rarely struggled with academics. In your diligence, you asked the instructor to recommend someone to help you study for the upcoming exam after getting dismal grades on the last two quizzes. Doyoung was the calm, attentive student that was recommended to you. You knew him from high school and saw him often in your university courses. He was always sitting right in the front of the class, silently taking notes, with that incredible posture that you always admired. Taking a seat behind him, as class started, you planned to ask him to study as soon as class ended. ‘When did my shoulders become so slumpy?’, you thought to yourself, staring at his perfect posture.

You explained your situation in desperation, noting that the teacher had recommended him as a study partner.Asking him to help you study was a huge compliment for him. He knew that helping you study wouldn’t take long at all. He saw you as the bright and ambitious girl from high school that had to have the perfect score. In fact, he was surprised that you hadn’t grasped the course concepts before the course even started. You always made school look so effortless, especially in high school. Doyoung never saw you study, but you always had amazing grades, from what he could gather.

You both agreed to study in the library after classes. You had never studied in the library before taking this class. You always preferred to look over notes at home, but the library soon became your favorite place.

“It’s like a puzzle, if you think about it”, Doyoung explained.

“How is organic chemistry even remotely close to a puzzle?” you questioned. 

With some creative explanation about electrons and general chemistry rules, you came to understand the concepts that you were struggling with just a few weeks ago. You were thankful that his odd explanations helped you think about the course differently.

Doyoung would always walk you home after studying for the day to make sure you got home safely, since you lived off campus. You weren’t sure what to make of it the first time he insisted, but you quickly learned that he was just the most polite person you had ever met. The first walks home were spent in silence, but small conversations revealed that you two had a lot in common. You found out that you both play the piano regularly, liked skateboarding, had a low tolerance to spicy foods, and many other similarities. Walks home the next few months were soon spent either excitedly conversing about interests or talking about deep subjects.

Your roommates noticed Doyoung slowly enter your life from the day you asked him to be your study partner. They would often tease you about your ‘sweetheart’ walking you home. You always laughed it off, thinking nothing of it, and insisting you were just classmates who became friends. You never spent time together outside of the library and walks home, so you didn’t think much of it. That definitely wasn't enough for your roommates.. Your roommates noticed a shift in nature whenever you were around Doyoung. They couldn’t blame you, he was tall, handsome, polite, and smart. One of your close roommates, Kira, even begged you to date him even if you didn’t like him because she knew your parents would approve from the small interactions she had with him. You always scoffed when she brought it up, insisting that you didn't think of him in that way. Kira never told you that you always had the biggest, dumbest smile on your face every time he called or texted you. She also never told you that you both would take the opportunity to indulge in long looks at each other’s faces whenever either of you talked.

You straightened your back walking to the library, still staring at your phone, smiling.

Y/N: Always. Meet you at the library?

You sent. A reply came back immediately.

Doyoung: I’ll be here. The usual spot.

He’ll be there. At the usual spot. Reading the words sent your stomach aflutter. Was that excitement, or were you just hungry? You shrugged off the feeling and stopped by a nearby snack stand to grab some snacks for the both of you before heading to meet Doyoung at the library.

When you got to the library, you made your way to the second floor, where you and Doyoung had been studying every day for the past few months. You tossed your bag of snacks on the table as you took off your backpack. Your eyes unknowingly skimmed Doyoung’s figure as he was fixated on his laptop. ‘Cute’, you think. ‘Wait, what? No…’

“I think I was hungry, so I got us some snacks”, you say as you motion to the bag.

Doyoung looked from the bag to you, confused. “You…think you were hungry? Wouldn’t you know if you were or not?” He laughed.

You smiled and shrugged as you took your seat adjacent to him, carefully taking out your textbook and notes. 

“So..what are you working on?” you say, eyes finally meeting Doyoung’s face.

He didn’t look up from his laptop as he answered, “I… don’t have anything to study today, so I’m looking up how to make egg tarts.”  His eyes were fixated on his computer screen.

Your jaw dropped as you stared at him. He had nothing to study for? When you had all of this work to finish? “How is that possible? We were assigned a huge project last week and we just started a new chapter”, you questioned.

“Hm, I had some free time, so I worked on it over the weekend.” His eyes were still glued to the computer, scrolling and clicking. Doyoung knew he could have put off his project, but that would mean he would actually have to focus. The last few weeks, he had been unable to complete any studying with you. Doyoung had developed an unfamiliar sensitivity to your presence. You just smelled so nice, looked so nice, and sounded so nice, that it would block him from all productivity. He looked forward to every conversation with you, every walk home, and every “good morning” and “good night” text you would send him. Everything about you sent him into a frenzy, and he didn’t know what to do about it except for ignore it. You were beautiful, smart, and kind, and he couldn’t bring himself to even think of the idea that you would be interested in him.

You hum in understanding, your eyes taking the opportunity to look at him while he was preoccupied. Your eyes brush over his soft hair, his structured eyebrows, and long eyelashes. You take a slow, silent breath, eyes moving down the slope of his nose and onto his lips, which he was biting in concentration. 

You feel that pang of excitement in your stomach again, instinctively reaching for a snack in the bag, not removing your eyes from Doyoung.

“Is…Everything alright?” Doyoung says, suddenly. Eyes now locking onto yours, still biting his lip from concentrating earlier.  

You froze, eyes shifting from his lips to his eyes, your hand latching onto a chip bag loudly as your eyes met. 

“I… I…-” you stuttered.

“What is it? ” he says, looking at you questioningly..

“I… I think you should have this!” you say, shoving the chip bag into his chest, a soft blush forming on your cheeks.

He laughs as the bag hits his chest, “Thank you. These are my favorite.” He takes the bag from you and begins to open it while smiling to himself.

You stare at his wide, bright smile, and you melt into your seat. The fluttering feeling in your stomach returned again. Suddenly, you  realize the feeling that has been washing over you. 

Doomed. You’re doomed. You stare off at a bookshelf as you sink deeper in your seat. He was your friend! How could you suddenly realize feelings for him? How long have they been there? When did this start?! Was it today? A swarm of self-interrogations fill your head.

A few moments pass like this, and Doyoung takes notice of the doom written across your face. He glances at your untouched reading material.

“Can you..not study today?” Doyoung asks, glancing at you..

You nod, sighing quietly. Silence fell for a few moments too long.

Doyoung shifts in his seat to face you. “Did something happen?”

You shake your head, biting your lip saying, “I guess I am a bit distracted..” Your heart pounding in your ears as you look at Doyoung.

‘Distracted..? We are the only ones in the corner of this floor..She hasn’t been texting at all, she doesn’t even have her laptop out…Could it be..' Doyoung considers his next words carefully.

“To be honest…” he trails off, deciding if he should continue. He notices that you are looking at him expectantly.

‘Just do it, just say it. You’ll never know until you try it’ He lectures himself mentally, gathering the courage to tell you the truth.

“...I haven’t been able to study with you for the past 3 weeks”, he admits with a small laugh. Your eyes widen at him as he continues, “I’ve just been pretending and doing all my work at home. I figured it would happen again this week, so I did my work ahead of time. I guess I just like being together.”

Doyoung quickly eats a small chip from the bag mumbling, “I think…I don’t know. Would you only like to study with me? We could do something else, if that’s okay with you? I would really like to do other things with you. But totally understand if you prefer to study.” His ears start to turn a bright red.

You sit in silence, eyes wide, brain short-circuiting as you realize what is happening. ‘IS THIS A CONFESSION?!’ you yell in your mind.

“..What… should… we do…?” you ask, feeling the heat rise to your face as your eyes shift to an arbitrary space on the desk in front of you.

“I was thinking we could make egg tarts? After.. I… take you out on a date? …If that’s okay?” Doyoung suggests, a faint blush covering his cheeks.

Your heart was about to explode. Is this really happening? Has this ever happened to you before? You’ve never been on a date with anyone! You didn’t even know that Doyoung was interested in you until this moment. Although, all of your roommates probably could have called it weeks ago. You mentally yell at yourself to compose yourself while Doyoung nervously taps random letters on his keyboard as he looks at you, waiting for your answer.

You took a silent deep breath before replying, “I…would love that. When?”

Doyoung smiles the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. “Really? How about..this weekend? I need some time to prepare the best date you’ve ever been on.”

You smile back, blush covering your cheeks as you slowly reach across the desk for Doyoung’s hand. He reaches back gently, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb as he goes back to scrolling on his laptop.

You opt to forget studying entirely, scooting your chair over, looping your arm around DeYoung's like you always would during your walks home. You both look for the perfect egg tart recipe for you two to make.

[expelliarmus]

[buggiesbuzzing]

First Dates with The BAU

• It took absolutely forever for Rossi to ask you out — he only came to his senses after Hotchner cornered him.

DAVID ROSSI

• Both of you are BAU agents and you had only been on the team for a few months; Aaron started to see Dave get distracted by you and he finally confronted him about it.

• David invited you over to his place for dinner and a movie, and honestly when he asked you over, you nearly fainted.

• You arrived 15 minutes early, so you ended up sitting in your car giving yourself a pep talk until it was exactly 6:30, which was the time agreed upon.

• When he opened the door, he was speechless.

• You were dressed like you'd been going to a charity ball. You were absolutely dazzling.

• He didn't hesitate to step aside and let you into his home.

• The smells. The warmth. Everything felt like something out of a dream.

• Rossi told you stories and charming jokes over dinner; he made you his favorite meal, carbonara.

• The evening was going really well and your face had started to ache from how much you'd been smiling.

• Overall the night felt like a dream, other than the fact that you'd drank a bit too much wine when you were trying ease your nerves.

• Rossi ended up snatched your keys and gave you a pair of pajamas to change into.

• He'd picked out some classic Italian film for you guys to watch after your meal, and you snuggled up to Dave's side to watch it.

• After the movie, he led you to a guest room in his self-proclaimed mansion and got you into bed before saying goodnight and leaving.

• Unbeknownst to you, he checked in on you every half hour for the next 3 hours before passing out in his own room a couple doors down from the one you were in.

• You woke up the next morning to Dave with a cup of coffee and an over the counter pain pill.

• Dave gave you back your keys and said his goodbyes before letting you head off to work.

• You always had a go bag stashed in your car, so you didn't bother driving home, and you headed off to Quantico.

• When you had gotten into work, Derek approached you, but before he could say anything about your sunglasses or your clearly disheveled appearance, you held your hand up to silence him and scuttled to the bathroom, go bag in hand and dreading all the questions you'd be asked today.

• Aaron had met you during a case, seeing as your brother was their unsub.

AARON HOTCHNER

• You instantly felt a connection when he first spoke to you, but didn't act on it until nearly 6 months after the case was closed.

• Agent Hotchner gave you his personal number if you'd ever needed to talk and one day, you took advantage of that.

• It was the anniversary of your brother being put in prison and you were exceptionally emotional - which ended up in a sad and tipsy call to the agent.

• Aaron's day was just going to be dedicated to paperwork from his latest case, but he decided he'd get to it another time.

• You were a hot mess when Hotchner arrived, but you couldn't bring yourself to get off of the couch and fix yourself up.

• He quickly picked up on what you were going through; a few cans of fruity flavored beer were semi-crushed and sitting on your coffee table along with a pint of sugary sweet ice cream and what looked like a nest of blankets was piled up on your couch.

• He easily made his way through your apartment since he'd been there before and got you a glass of water to try and help sober you up.

• He talked you through your tears and pain, all while making sure you were well taken care of.

• Before you realized it, it was 5pm and Aaron was still sitting beside you on your couch.

• For the last few minutes, you'd been watching some old kids shows in silence; it was just something that helped you calm down and he was actually enjoying the time he'd spent with you.

• You got up from the dent in the couch that you'd been wallowing in and stretched.

• There was no way you were going to cook tonight, so you ordered a couple of large pizzas to be delivered.

• Both of you had eaten pizza and you chattered about some whacked out theory about the show Rugrats, while Aaron just listened and made sure you were distracted from whatever turmoil that your brothers villainy had caused.

• When the day was over and Aaron was ready to return home to his son, he gave you a card for a support group that he thought would benefit you.

• And that's where you expected it to end; after all this was just him doing his job, right?

• Wrong.

• He showed a kind of bashfulness that you absolutely did not expect from the stern man, and he asked if he could take you out on an actual date.

• Obviously, you said yes.

• Your first date wasn't ideal, but, both of you enjoyed your time together.

DEREK MORGAN

• Derek went to a club with Penelope and Emily when he first met you and right off the bat he was into you.

• You started talking and instantly clicked — unfortunately, he couldn't spend the night with you due to being called into work, but you set up a date to see each other again, then you exchanged numbers and he disappeared.

• The first few times you'd try to go out on a proper date with him, he'd keep getting called into work beforehand, so he'd have to take a rain check.

• Finally, he was actually free for a night and you invited him over to your apartment for dinner and some drinks.

• He arrived only seconds after the clock struck 5PM and god you were awestruck as soon as you seen him.

• This man made you question how clothes could be tight and yet, still seem loose.

• Happily, you let him into your home which had a warm glow and atmosphere; your lights were dimmed, soft music was playing throughout the house, the delicious scent of food being cooked was in the air — it was amazing.

• You made an array of drinks for the both of you and conversed about anything either of you could think of.

• Derek charmed his way into dancing around the room with you before you'd have to take the food you were cooking off the heat.

• Dinner was about the same; the male joked and chattered, throwing out compliments here and there.

• The night seemed perfect, you even got in a couple of smooches — and then his phone started ringing.

• You understood when he had to leave, which was around 10PM.

• He promised he'd make it up to you and take a full vacation day for you, so you could have a date night at his place next.

JENNIFER JAREAU

• Originally, the plan was for you to be Henry's caretaker while JJ was working — though it deviated sometime after about 6 months of being employed by her.

• You had major crush on your boss, and sometimes, it felt like she was in the same situation; though you doubted it.

• One night before tucking Henry in for bed, he said he wanted to tell you a secret.

• “Mommy really likes you. . .”

• That simple phrase made butterflies become trapped in your stomach, but you tried to push them down.

• “I really like her too. . .”

• It felt good to actually say it.

• Now, confiding in a little kid about you liking their mom wasn't too wise; the secret wasn't kept for more than a week.

• Jennifer approached you one night after she'd came home from work — Henry was already asleep in his room and you were doing coursework for college when she asked to have dinner with you tomorrow night.

• You didn't even hesitate to accept her invitation.

• The place wasn't very fancy, but that was 100% fine with you.

• It was a small 24 hour diner outside of town that had the best breakfast that you'd ever eaten.

• The two of you chattered about how Henry's fine motor skills and how his speech was developing, and how your classes were going.

• The night was perfect, she even went out of her way to drive yourself to your place — even though she insisted you stay at hers because it was rather late, but you needed to get some housework done, and chose to go home.

• That night, you spent nearly an hour thinking about the date before passing out.

SPENCER REID

• The good doctor met you during a case not too far off from Quantico.

• You were doing an hands on internship with a medical examiner and Dr. Reid happened to come by to get autopsy details and the toxicology report from a recent string of homicides that the BAU was investigating.

• Almost instantly, he struck something in you and you couldn't keep your eyes off of him.

• The way he spoke so factually on the unusual way that this ‘unsub’ tortured his victims before they succumbed to death, just made you more interested in the supposed genius.

• Sooner than you'd hoped, the BAU wrapped their case up and you were in fear that the chance to actually talk to Spencer was about to slip between your fingers.

• That was until Spencer and Agent Rossi came in one last time.

• You swallowed the nervousness bubbling inside of you and quickly asked him for his number.

• To your surprise, he actually gave it to you rather quickly.

• He was just as entranced with you as you were with him.

• One night, you'd gotten off early and decided to invite Spencer over to your apartment.

• You'd fixed up a simple meal for the two of you and make sure your apartment was in tip-top shape.

• When he arrived, you were in awe. He was dressed up in a suit, which wasn't far from what you'd first seen him in, however he was glowing.

• He looked like he'd slept pretty well, he was donning a soft smile and holding out a small bouquet made up of red carnations, yellow jasmine flowers, and multicolored hibiscuses. They complimented each other well.

• You, of course, gracefully accepted the bouquet and welcomed him into your home, situating the flowers in an elegant vase at the table.

• You and Spencer spent the night talking about anything and everything; you found his knowledge fascinating and beautiful.

• The date ended in you both passing out intertwined in each others limbs on the couch while a cheesy rom-com played out on the TV.

EMILY PRENTISS

• Emily first seen you while you were doing an interview with Hotchner to join the BAU.

• The agents of the BAU sat, staring into the office as you smiled sweetly and spoke to Hotchner about your experience in criminal psychology and communications, and thus far he seemed intrigued.

• It was almost instantly that Emily was enamored; you were just too beautiful for her to ignore.

• About half an hour later, you and Hotch exited the office, he shook your hand with a look of accomplishment on both of your faces.

• With a loud clearing of his throat, any remaining agents or passerbys turned their attention to the head agent as he prepared to make an announcement.

• Applause erupted as your eyes scanned the room, landing on the black haired beauty that was SSA Emily Prentiss.

• “Will you please welcome our new agent, Y/n L/n, to the BAU.”

• You situated your new desk with the few belongings that you'd had in your bag.

• The work day was coming to an end while other agents put away any remaining paperwork that they'd been working on and out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the pretty agent from before approaching your desk.

• Obviously, you agreed and headed out with the rest of the group.

• “Hey, a few of us were going out to get drinks, and we were wondering if you'd like to come with us to celebrate you joining the BAU?”

• Agent Hotchner bought the first round of celebration drinks and made a toast in honor of their new agent.

• Not too long after the toast, Emily sat beside you and formally introduced herself before making conversation.

• The two of you spent the night learning about each other and talking about what your job may entail.

• After a while, and about 4 drinks, you were taking a cab with her back to her place.

• She insisted that you spend the night at her place and meet her cat, Sergio, and you agreed.

• The rest of the night was fuzzy, but you woke up in a bed that was unfamiliar with a cat laying on top of you and the smell of pancakes and bacon filling your nostrils.

• You carefully moved, the cat hopping off once he'd realized you woke up.

• Gently, you walked to the kitchen to find Emily cooking breakfest looking lively as ever.

• “Good morning, hotcakes.”

• With a nervous chuckle, you awkwardly asked if anything had happened between the two of you the night prior.

• “Oh heavens, no; we were both much too drunk. I slept on the couch.”

• A huge sigh of relief came from you as Emily sat a plate of food in front of you along with a couple asprin and a coffee.

• You thanked her for her kindness, but she waved it off with a pink tint rising to her cheeks and ears.

• You ate breakfast and headed to work together.

• Once you entered the BAU, SSA Morgan began wiggling his brows at Emily, earning a playful punch to the shoulder.

PENELOPE GARCIA

• You first met the effervescent Penelope Garcia when SSA Derek Morgan came into the ER with some minor injuries due to their latest mission; she, of course, was freaking out.

• “What if he's really hurt? Or — or —”

• She enveloped you in a hug, thanking you for your effort to calm her down, and you hugged her back with a comforting squeeze.

• “Don't worry, Miss Garcia, he only has some scrapes and bruises, he'll be back to normal before you know it. We're just making sure that he gets the proper care he needs before he can return to work.”

• After guiding her through some simple breathing exercises, her heart rate began to lower.

• Only moments passed before Derek came out with a smile and they had a small chat, which included Penelope scolding him for being reckless.

• Savannah came and picked Derek up, leaving you and Penelope alone in the empty waiting room.

• “Hey, so Miss nurse - sorry I didn't get your name. . .”

• “Well, Miss L/n, would you perhaps like to go out and get a drink with me, sometime?”

• “It's Y/n, Y/n L/n.”

• And with that, you got her number and met her the next week at a high end restaurant.

• You brought her some assorted roses and made sure the meal was paid for, although she tried to pay you, but you told her not to worry about it.

• You spent the night listening her speak about the things she was passionate about.

• Unfortunately, about half an hour passed by before you'd gotten called back in by the hospital.

• You drove Penelope to her apartment and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

• “I really enjoyed tonight, Penelope.”

• “I did too, Y/n, but next time I'm paying the bill.”

• She giggled and gave you a quick smooch before shuffling into the apartment, leaving you flushed as you headed back to work.

• “So there's going to be a next time?”

tags :: @wordvomit-foryourmind

[silver-renjun]

Cafe 7 Dream: Jaemin

Word Count: 2, 443

Warnings: violence, mentions of death, stabbing 

Read the prologue before reading this!  

You headed into you 8 am class late as usual. After pulling out your notebook from your bag, you threw yourself down on the desk.

“Busy night, y/n?” Jaemin asked. You and Jaemin didn’t really talk that much at all. At the cafe, Jaemin was always in his own world, and in class he just stared at the board, though you doubted he actually remembered anything from the lectures. It was strange that Jaemin started a conversation with you, but it was also strange that you were resting on the desk. No matter how exhausted you were, you took notes, albeit sloppy. 

“I had 3 essays to write. Two of which I didn’t even know existed until Haechan texted me for my work,” you replied.

“You should be more responsible, y/n. I need someone reliable to cheat off of,” Haechan said. You rolled your eyes at his reply and groaned. You didn’t have the energy to argue with him. 

“You should just rest, y/n. I’ll take notes for you and we can review them after class today,” Jaemin said. He smiled at you, but you were fast asleep.

After class, Jaemin shaked your shoulder to wake you up.

“y/n! y/n! Everyone already left the class. It’s time to go,” Jaemin whispered in your ear.

“Where are the other guys?” you asked with a breathy voice.

“They’re at the cafe already. I’m sure they’ll be fine without us. Let’s go to the library.”

Jaemin helped you up your seat and packed your books in you bag. He even offered to carry it for you, but you declined. Jaemin held your hand as the two of you walked over to the library. He was still worried about how tired you were and didn’t want you to fall.

The library was filled with students trying to study. Jaemin led you to a secluded corner in the back. 

You dropped your bag down and asked, “are you sure they’ll manage without us in the cafe?”

“You’re the one who should be drinking an americano, not the one making it.”  Jaemin smiled at you and reached out for your hand. “Don’t worry about the cafe right now.” 

Jaemin lectured the content of the class to you. He was a natural at explaining everything. Even when you had a question about the topic, Jaemin was able to answer them with ease. As you copied down your notes, you were surprised to find yourself understanding the content better when Jaemin was teaching you.

At the end of the session you said, “You take such good notes! And remember everything from class too! I’m impressed. We should totally do this more often.”

“Well I still have to work at the cafe to pay my tuition, but I’ll definitely help you out, y/n.” 

“Yeah, working at the cafe is my destresser. I wouldn’t want to give that up,” you chuckled. “Maybe you could come over to my place after work and we can study then.”

The next day, you were late to class once again. You rushed over to your seat, but this time you didn’t pull out your books. You knew Jaemin had you covered, so you plopped your head down on the desk for some rest. 

“y/n, I need you to start taking this class seriously,” Haechan said. “I need to pass, you know.” 

You knew that replying to Haechan was just provoke him into arguing with you, so let his comment slide. 

“You’re super late this time, y/n. I was almost certain that Renjun’s vision about your death had finally happened,” Jisung said.

Jisung’s remark was just too strange to ignore. Your head shot up and you gave Jisung a raised eyebrow.

“What the hell does that mean?” 

A look of realization took over Jisung’s face before he looked down at the floor. “Sorry about that guys,” he whispered. 

The other boys all exchanged uncomfortable glances as if they were trying to figure out who would explain what had been said about you. Finally, Jaemin broke the silence.

“We can talk at the cafe.” The boys had slightly less uncomfortable looks on their faces, but they still appeared to be worried about something. You decided to not stress over it. Your priority was catching up on your sleep. 

After class, you and the dreamies headed out to the cafe and started preparing before customers arrived.

You were wiping down tables when you asked, “so is anyone going to explain to me what happened this morning?” You knew you were going to be working with Jaemin, and that boy was like a rock when got to work.  This was your only opportunity to get answers.

“Look, you’re not going to believe us at all,” Mark started.

“We’ve got magic powers,” Haechan said. 

“You see y/n, Jisung’s a wizard. He makes love potions so people will fall in love with our cafe,” Jaemin explained. While he was talking, Jisung pulled out a pink liquid from under the counter and waved it at you. You had no energy to question them so you just let Jaemin continue.

“And Jeno, he’s a water spirit. Do a little trick for us Jeno,” Jaemin said. Jeno formed a ball of water in his hand and shifted it into different shapes.

“What the-” was all you could muster up. “That water just came out of thin air! And you’re controlling it!”

“Like I was saying, y/n, it’s all magic.” Jaemin smiled at the look of wonder on your face. “Next up we have Renjun. Care to explain yourself Renjun?”

Renjun groaned before saying, “I’m an oracle. I see the future. And your future has an attack in it. I didn’t see you die like Jisung said, but since you’re a human, you’re probably going to-”

“Alright that’s enough,” Jaemin said, cutting Renjun off before he could tell you more about your fate. You were so amazed by Jeno’s abilites that you weren’t even fazed by what Renjun had said.

“What about you Jaemin?” you said with a smile.

“I’m human and so is Mark. We know our way around magic pretty well though,” Jaemin said with a self-satisfied grin.

“And Chenle and Haechan?” you asked, eager to learn more.

“None of your business,” Chenle replied harshly. Chenle’s tone snapped you out of your amazement and made you serious about your work again. Jaemin, like usual, didn’t talk much during his shift, so you would have to wait until the cafe was closed to get more answers.

“Hey Jaemin,” you said as you were heading out the cafe. “Does tonight work for you?”

The boys all looked at each other with wide eyes. They had no idea about your study plans with Jaemin.

“Any night works for me,” Jaemin replied as he followed you out the cafe. You could hear the giggles of the boys even when you were standing outside. Jaemin looked at you with an embarrassed smile before holding your hand and following you home.  

At your apartment, Jaemin got to lecturing you once again. He made sure you understood every topic covered in class in full detail. You were still amazed by how good of a teacher Jaemin turned out to be. 

After he finished talked Jaemin said, “well that’s everything we learned today. Got any questions, y/n?”

“About the coursework, no. About magic, yes.”

“Magic happens to be my strong suit, so ask away,” he replied with a smile. 

“Well Chenle and Haechan didn’t really explain their powers. Do you know what they are?”

“Nope,” Jaemin said, shaking his head. “Chenle’s family is pretty influential in the magic world, so revealing their powers is kind of a security risk for them. Whatever Chenle does, I bet he’s pretty strong at it though.” Jaemin paused for a second. “As for Haechan, he hasn’t really gotten his powers yet. He’s kind of touchy about it since most people get their powers by this age.”

You nodded your head in agreement, though you had no idea how it all worked.

“So what about you Jaemin?” you said in playful tone as you poked his shoulder.

“What about me?” Jaemin replied, mimicking your voice and poking you back.

“What’s your relation with magic?” you said with a smile.

Jaemin’s face became serious. He took a minute to think before replying to you.

“It’s a family thing,” was all he said. You decided to not press him any further about magic. 

“You know, Jaemin, it’s really not that late. If you’re down, you could stay and watch some Netflix. I’ve got some leftover pizza in the fridge too.”

“That’s a great idea! I know so many good dramas that are on Netflix!”

You microwaved a few slices of pizza while Jaemin picked out a show to watch on Netflix. It turned out, alongside having a coffee obsession, Jaemin was also obsessed with period dramas. He talked nonstop about the characters and kept on playing episode after episode. It wasn’t until you two had finished the first season at 1 am did Jaemin say, “it might be getting a little late now.”

He looked over to you for a response, but you had already passed out on the sofa. Jaemin stared at your sleeping figure and admired your beauty.

“Since you’re sleeping I might as well tell you this now. I don’t know if I’ll ever have the confidence to tell you this when you’re awake. I really like you, y/n. I think you’re the most amazing person in the world. I’d give anything to be with you.”

Jaemin sighed and went to sleep on your floor. Unknown to him, you had actually been listening the entire time. 

It became a habit for you and Jaemin to study at your place after work. Jaemin would lecture you for a while, and then you would order delivery food to thank him for helping you. After watching Netflix, Jaemin would sometimes even sleep over at your place. 

One night, you and Jaemin were cuddling on the sofa while watching a drama. Jaemin looked over a you and said, “There’s some things I should tell you, y/n.”

You smiled, expecting Jaemin to confess to you. What you heard was not a confession of love.

“You wanted to know about my connection with magic, so here it is. My mom used to sell plants, mushrooms, stuff you would use in potions. I would go foraging with her in the forest so we could find things to sell. Our customers were kind to us, they would even give us part of the potions they made. One day, this fire demon came into the store and gave my mother a potion to drink. She collapsed on the floor. The fire demon killed her and used her blood for a sacrifice.”

Jaemin began to cry as he thought about what had happened to his mother. You pulled him into a tight hug and rubbed his head.  You felt sorry for Jaemin, who had to live his life in so much pain. 

After a few more study sessions, Jaemin finally pulled himself together and asked you out.

“I really like you, y/n. I think you’re the most amazing person in the world. I’d give anything to be with you.”

“That’s the same thing you said when I was sleeping. You’re so cute,” you said, kissing him on the forehead. 

Jaemin stared at you with wide eyes and said, “wait you heard that? You knew I liked you and you didn’t even say anything?” 

You laughed at Jaemin before turning on his favorite show and cuddling with him. 

The next day at the cafe, you were supposed to be working with Jisung, but he had gotten sick. You and Haechan were taking over for him. 

“Hey y/n, you’ve never seen the potions room before, right?” Haechan said. You nodded in reply. “It’s crazy in there. You totally have to check it out.”

You followed Haechan into the back of the cafe where all the potions were. You were amazed at the amount of potions there was in the back room. Haechan grabbed a vial off a rack and handed it to you. 

“You should try this one y/n! It’ll make you feel so energized!” Haechan said.

You opened the vial and drunk all of the strange liquid inside. Unlike what Haechan had said, you began to feel sleepy and collapsed on the floor. When you looked at Haechan for help, you noticed that he had a knife in his hand. 

“Be good for me and don’t make any noise, okay?” Haechan said before slashing your skin with the knife. You couldn’t help but cry with all the pain you were feeling. You slowly became more tired until you passed out. 

When you woke up, you found yourself in a hospital bed. Jaemin was standing beside you and held onto your hand.

“Oh my gosh! y/n, baby, you’re alive!” Jaemin said before tearing up.

“What happened?” you asked.

“Haechan poisoned you. He cut you for your blood. He used it for a ritual to summon his powers. He had already transformed before we could even help you. Haechan’s a fire demon.”

You wanted to say something, but you had no idea what to do. The whole situation was just like what had happened to his mother. You and Jaemin were both thinking the same thing, but neither of you wanted to say it. 

A few days later, you were discharged from the hospital. Although you felt fine after your rest, Jaemin was the one who was truly hurting. Jaemin stopped going to class and the cafe because of Haechan. He just stayed at your apartment. 

“Jaemin, you need to forgive him. I’m not hurt. I’m completely fine!” you argued. 

“I can’t forgive him! That bastard nearly killed you!” Jaemin yelled at you. 

“Whether you like it or not, you’ve got to start living like a normal person again! You can’t just run away from your problems!”

Jaemin began to laugh.

“You’re right, y/n. I’m going to make that scumbag pay for what he did.”

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Chapter 1

Merry had returned from a long day at the library. The school year hadn’t even started yet, but he already felt behind on all the reading he was supposed to be doing for his independent study with Professor Faramir in the Fall. As he put his keys on the little hook in the corkboard--next to reminders written in black sharpie and in far too polite a tone for what they were actually saying--he saw his housemate, Pippin sitting at the kitchen counter-turned-study-turned meeting place. “Hey Pippin. How’re you doing?” There was a silence for just long enough for Merry to wonder if it would have been best if he hadn't said anything. Finally, Pippin looked up from his computer: “Well you’re back early!” Merry scoffed and glanced at his phone which now showed “9:30”.

[Suddenly, Merry caught a black shape out of the corner of his eye. It came swiftly up to him and butted its head against the boy’s shin. “Aww who's my baby girl? Huh?!” Merry cooed at the shadowy shape. It was a black cat with a long, thin tail that entwined itself around Merry’s other leg. He leaned down to pet her. “Ohh...she doesn’t get nearly as excited when I come home!” Pippin complained light-heartedly. “That’s because she’s not your cat!” Merry replied in kind. “So what have you been up to” asked Merry who was more looking for some human interaction after a day of study in the Rock, what the students called the large Brutalist-style library on campus, than for an answer to his query.

“Well I’ve just been putting together this data from my recent fieldwork. It’s a pain to figure out this spreadsheet and I’m still very new to coding…”

“What was the field work?”

“Basically this week we tested the Ph of the water and searched for Mayflies and other insects to help determine the relative health of the streams in Gondor County.”

“That sounds amazing!” exclaimed Merry, feeling in awe of his friend. But his pride in Pippin was mixed with a painful reminder--he felt his humanities studies weren’t nearly as important for helping the world. Just as his feelings of self-doubt were taking hold Pippin asked:

“And what have you been studying?”

“Oh, I’m just starting researching trans and non-binary genders in early 3rd age Rohan. I found some interesting letters today that mention afab folks who dressed differently from the norm at the time and who fought alongside the men. They don’t use the term trans because that term didn’t exist back then, but it’s still very interesting to see that those subcultures existed…” He trailed off. “Sorry, I’m talking your ear off” He added bashfully.

“No, you’re good, you’re good,” Pippin reassured.

“Thanks” Merry smiled. “Anyway I should probably go take a shower, I’m all stiff from leaning over a desk all day”

Pippin nodded and turned back to his laptop.

Merry made his way to his room with his little black shadow close behind. Dropping his messenger bag on the floor, Merry’s mind began to fill with anxieties from the day. Was he rude when he briefly ran into Dean Gandalf? He was fond of Gandalf and would hate to have insulted him (though in what way specifically, he did not know). Deciding there was nothing for it and after one last pet on the Peony’s head, Merry took off his yellow t-shirt and his white jean shorts and walked into his bathroom. Merry looked at his chest in the mirror both marvelling at it and feeling ashamed of its scrawniness and of his weirdly-shaped nipples. Or, at least, he thought they looked weird. The boy worried that he had messed something up in his post-surgery care--though he had followed the surgeon’s instructions to the letter. Shrugging his self-hatred off in order to get on with the task at hand, Merry threw on the hot water and jumped in.

After he had gotten dressed, Merry returned to the kitchen/living room where Pippin was beginning to cook dinner. It hit Merry that once again he had neglected to eat dinner while he was out (though, who could afford it?) “Don’t worry, I’m making plenty enough for both of us,” said Pippin guessing Merry’s concern.

“Anything I can do to help?”

“If you could dice those onions, that would be great. You’re a lot better at that than me”

After dinner, the pair sat together and relaxed--scrolling on their devices, occasionally breaking the silence by showing each other something particularly outrageous or funny. There was a fire in the hearth and Peony was lying in front of it. She flicked her tail to and fro thoughtfully. After a while, Merry got up and announced he was going to bed.

Pippin stayed up for a couple more hours. He was messaging his friend Frodo whom he missed dearly. It was lovely living with Merry, but between his coursework and the orders in Minas Tirith to stay indoors unless for work or emergency, Pippin felt incredibly isolated. Frodo was staying in Rivendell with his friend Sam (though Pippin guessed there was something else going on between the two that wasn't platonic). Frodo was telling Pippin all about his studies with Elrond and the other Elves and how his Elvish was coming along. Frodo and Sam decided to set out for Rivendell to not only to study Elvish and Elf customs, but to take a break from the ever-changing and turbulent world of Men. The pair had been through unspeakable events in the past year and were in need of some space and mental health healing that only the beauty of Rivendell could provide. Around 3 am Gondor time, Frodo (for whom it was a few hours earlier) convinced Pippin to go to bed. Despite some protestations, Pippin agreed and immediately fell asleep there on the couch.

Merry was awoken by the obnoxiously loud music of an ice cream truck parked outside their building. How are they essential workers, thought Merry. And anyway, who wants ice cream first thing in the morning in September? Though Merry looked at his phone and realized it wasn't quite the first thing in the morning. Well...still wouldn't want ice cream now anyway. Slowly, he got up, wrapped himself in his grey, soft blanket and made his way to the kitchen. Pippin was still asleep, snoring quietly on the couch. Merry’s heart filled with warmth seeing his dear friend so at peace. As quietly as he could manage (which was very quiet indeed) the boy set to making coffee.

[freddiesaysalright]

Brian and his high school girlfriend losing their virginity to one another! 😇🙏🏼

Wow this one turned out super long too! Sorry if you didn’t imagine them to be seniors but I’m 24 so I’d feel a little icky writing about minors. So, they’re 18 here, hope that’s cool :)

You glanced over at Brian and felt your heart swell with affection. He was so attractive with his mane of curly hair and his tall frame. You’d been together the last two years of high school, and you figured to celebrate your upcoming graduation and becoming adults, you were ready to take the next step with him and make love. You’d wanted to for a while now, but you didn’t want to do it out of pressure from the people around you. But you trusted Brian and wanted very much to share this with him.

You had done some fooling around before. He’d been to second base several times and you had given him head. So you were pretty comfortable with him so far.

As he drove you home from school, you took his hand in yours. He looked at you and smiled before returning his eyes to the road. You pulled into your parents’ driveway and invited him for homework as usual. Only, you had no intentions of doing any homework today.

“Y/N,” he said when you went straight past the den and headed upstairs. “Where are you going?”

You stretched your hand out to him. “C’mon, Bri. Let’s forget about coursework today, okay? I have something special planned.”

He raised an eyebrow at you but took your hand and allowed you to lead him up to your bedroom. As soon as he shut the door, you pushed him into it, kissing him hungrily. He opened his mouth to let your tongue in, and you went straight for his shirt buttons. He let you slide the shirt over his shoulders before it fell to the floor. You moved from his mouth to his neck, peppering kisses in all the spots you knew he liked. He moaned a little and his hips jerked forward, needing friction.

You slid your hand down and cupped him through his pants. He shuddered as you massaged him and worked him up, getting him harder and harder. The noises he made drove you wild. Heat pooled between your legs, and you squeezed your thighs together to feel something there. He noticed, and hiked your skirt up, dragging a long finger across your damp core. You sighed as he did so.

“Brian,” you whispered. “Brian, I want to go all the way.”

He pulled back and met your eyes. “Are you sure, love? We don’t have to. You know I’m okay with waiting.”

“I don’t want to wait anymore,” you said. “I love you.”

He kissed you again. “I love you too.”

He picked you up and carried you over to the bed. You began removing your own shirt to be more evenly matched with him. He took your hand to stop you.

“Allow me,” he said.

He latched his lips onto your neck and then his nimble fingers made quick work of your shirt and bra. He took a nipple in his fingers and toyed with it but you stopped him.

“Bri, we’ve talked about this,” you said gently. “You’re not tuning a radio, darling.”

He chuckled. “Right, sorry. How about I just use my mouth then?”

You hummed and nodded. He took your left nipple in his lips and swirled his tongue around it. You sighed and buried your fingers in his curls. He switched breasts and you gave him similar encouragement. His hands unzipped your skirt. You lifted your hips so he could slide it off your legs. He settled back between them.

“Brian, I want more,” you whined. “Please touch me.”

His hand once again snaked down between your legs and settled over your clothed pussy. You bucked your hips against him, desperate to be closer. He rubbed you through your panties and you helped him find your clit. You threw your head back as he made light circles with the pad of his pointer finger.

“More pressure,” you said. “And take my stupid knickers off.”

He pressed a kiss to our chest and then hooked his finger in the waistband of your panties and slid them off. He took a moment to look at you, completely bare beneath him. His cock strained against his pants and he groaned.

“Let me help you,” you offered.

You sat up and unbuttoned his trousers, carefully tugging them down over his hardness. He kicked them off the bed and you nervously looked at the tent in his boxers. When it was just your mouth, you weren’t bothered, you knew he was really long, and you worried about him being inside you. He noticed.

“We can stop any time,” he said, taking your face in his hand and making you look at him. “We don’t have to do this today.”

You shook your head. “I want you. I’m gonna be nervous, I just need you to hold my hand, okay?”

He nodded. “I’m nervous too.”

“Take the boxers off, please.”

He did, and you swallowed hard. His tip was red and already leaking precum.  

“Fingers first,” you said.

“Of course,” he agreed, and he gently sank his middle finger into you.

He curled it toward himself, and you moaned lightly. He began to pump in and out, slowly to be sure you were getting wet enough. His thumb found your clit again and you jerked with the sudden pleasure.

“You alright?” he asked, stopping.

“Yeah, keep going,” you urged.

He obeyed and before long, you were grinding onto his hand to match his rhythm. Your tight walls began to clench around him. You told him again to continue exactly what he was doing. You were close, you could feel it.

“Ah - Brian - I’m -” you panted.

“Go ahead, love, I’m right here,” he assured you.

You released, pulsing around his finger. He let you ride it out on his hand, your juices flowing down to his wrist.

“So good, baby,” he said sweetly, kissing your cheek.

“Let me return the favor,” you offered, and he groaned.

You sat up, and you took Brian’s hips in your hands, bringing his cock to your mouth. You kitten licked the tip, spreading the precum around his slit. He nearly doubled over as he sighed. You looked up at him as you opened your mouth wide and took him in, your hand wrapping around the part that didn’t fit. You loved to watch his face while you did this. His eyes squeezed shut, his beautiful mouth hanging open, and his sweet little moans made you so hot.

He couldn’t take it for long. He grabbed your hair and pulled you off with a soft pop.

“I’m not gonna last much longer,” he said.

“Have you got a condom?” you asked, aching for him now.

He nodded and retrieved it from his pants pocket. He rolled it carefully over his cock, grunting a little against his own hand.

“It’s got lube,” he said. “Since we’ll need things to be extra slick.”

You smiled at his thoughtfulness.

“Hey, Bri,” you said. “Would you mind if - if I was on top?”

“That’s fine, love,” he assured you.

You switched places and he sat back against the pillows. You crawled over to him, your thighs on either side of his. His tip brushed your entrance and you moaned his name again.

“Are you ready?” he asked again.

You nodded and he held your hips as you sank down onto him. He stretched you in a way that wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it wasn’t nearly as painful as everyone made it out to be. You actually liked it. You couldn’t get him all the way inside, but you stopped when you were full, and let your body adjust to him.

He was breathing heavily as you held yourself on him. He felt so good inside you. Then you felt him twitch. You looked at his face and saw fresh beads of sweat on his forehead.

“Do I need to move?” you asked.

“Only -” he choked out. “When you’re ready. You’re so tight, Y/N, you feel so good.”

He was breathing heavily and you carefully lifted yourself up. He sighed again with relief as you started your pace. It was slow, but the sensation was taking some getting used to. Then you found an angle where he hit your g-spot again. You cried out in surprise and pleasure.

“Is that alright?” he wondered.

“It’s amazing,” you told him. “Brian, put your thumb on my clit again. I want to cum with together, yeah?”

He nodded, and remembered exactly how you said you liked it. As you reached the peak, you picked up the pace a little. Brian thrusted from beneath you to match and it pressed him even harder into that sweet spot inside you. He was so focused as he fingered your clit too. His face was so beautiful as he worked hard to give you pleasure. It made you even more turned on.

“I’m almost there,” he breathed. “What else can I do, Y/N?”

“Kiss me,” you moaned.

His lips sloppily found yours. You whined between kisses as he took you closer and closer to the edge. Finally, you got there. Your head fell back as you cried his name. His forehead dropped to your chest as he finished as well, slowing his thrusts as you rode out your second orgasm of the afternoon.

He pulled out, and you whimpered a little at the loss of contact. He tossed the condom in the bin and then came back to the bed to pull you into his arms.

“That was amazing, Y/N,” he said into your hair.

“And it only gets better from here,” you returned.

“Are you saying we still need practice?”

“Yes!” you cried with enthusiasm. “And lots of it!”

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[PruCan] Chapter 8: Soft-Spoken Calling, They Want Their Shyness Back

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Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers

Main Pairing: Gilbert Beilschmidt & Matthew Williams (Prussia & Canada)

AU:  College AU - Art Student Matthew and Media/Film Student Gilbert

Age Rating/Mature:  Teen And Up Audiences (12+ due to mentions of mature themes as well as swearing)

Trigger Warnings: Recreational Drugs & minor connotations of anxiety (Future addiction to mention themes such as addiction, rape etc.) WITHIN THIS CHAPTER - Mentions of Depression, Anxiety, Therapy, Counseling, and anti-depressants. (please note I am NOT anti-meds.) Family Issues are implied.

Setting up his usual war zone of paint, He lamented over his still unfinished piece of a personal canvas. Matthew detailed a picture in his mind so vividly he felt as if he could see the finished canvas on the wall already but his hands seemed to fail him in actually creating it. Upon a haphazard tarp stood his easel and he took the once pearly off-white canvas he had nicked from the art department- his lecturer adored him so he doubts it would be missed- the canvas was already messy with unfinished splodges that seemed off and unlike his previous works. It had been like this for months. No matter how many strokes, whenever he worked on this personal painting it never came out right. Somehow paint would be spilt and he’d be left either in tears or in a bitter silence as he cleared up his disaster zone. In fact, he should probably do this in the department if he wanted to avoid fines for ruining his rented dorm again with such heavy duty acrylic- but he found solitude in doing his art somewhere privately his own. As the coloured bristles feather-kissed the scene once more Matthew focused on the strokes, as if each one was more important than the other, solving an intricate puzzle. It shaped up pleasantly as each new stroke made the blurry figures come to life; he had been painting a captured memory, nostalgic enough that if he decided to gift it to any of the subjects he had been trying to depict, they themselves would hopefully remember it well. He could still remember the damp grass and the beautiful budding petals of the bunches of bright tulips, himself sat in the open cargo of Tim’s family pickup truck with his back to the driver’s compartment, Alfred on the edge where the tailgate opened, dangling his legs off almost falling onto the gravelly road. Tim, was on his left, even seated he was taller than him. It was a childhood memory he can always remember. The dutch kid had been insistent of showing the twins his family’s Tulip crop when they had come to visit for the summer- and his mother had taken a photo in the excitement of all three of the boys. Matthew knew he could just ring his mother for the actual picture but his hand would rather create the piece itself. If only he could finish it.

He smiled to himself, that summer was one of the best- he hadn’t a problem in his head too much that season, besides his usual anxious thoughts, it was a peaceful summer. Tim would be embarrassed by this, but he knew in some way or another Laura would get her brother to frame it and displayed in their home. Matthew always loved how secretly stuck to his family Tim was, even going as far to rent a house for his siblings and himself rather than bunk along in the dorms or find other senior flatmates. Family loyalty. Even looking at the painted version of Alfred made him feel guilty. Did Alfred really think Matthew wanted to break their trust? Well obviously not if he was willing to come to his session today- there was a knock on the door,

“It’s Gilbert” came muffled through the door and Matthew cursed a little, was it 5 already? God, he should be counting the hours down till he had to see Dr Paisley, not absentmindedly getting lost.

“Hold on!” abandoning his artwork, he flung himself to the door but not before running his hand through his hair a little.

“Hey.”

“Hey to you too” Gilbert himself looked tired, exhausted even. How did Gilbert somehow pull off the tired look so well? Must be the jeans or the- focus Matthew. They both shuffled back in, Gilbert already rambling on about the animation and class schedules. Turns out they both have completely non-compliant timings, no wonder they have never met before: If it wasn’t a class that made them miss each other, it was Gilbert’s work schedule. A schedule which made Matthew’s eyebrows arch in amazement- Gilbert worked hard.

“I mean, I used to be the bender sort you know. The type of college hooligan to...go out a lot”, when asked Gilbert, explained absentmindedly as if he was talking to himself a little bit. “But, Right now we need the money so I can’t afford to go out recklessly like I used to...i don't think I want to either, it’s not my- not my thing anymore.”

They went off topic, Gilbert shoved some more director notes he had made during his work break as Matthew ploughed through some old storyboards, already sketching in a plain spare artbook. The albino looked like he was gonna collapse, and although Matthew offered him the desk seat he had been rejected with nothing more than a pat on the shoulder and a ‘just continue sketching I’m cool’.

“You can take a nap on my bed if you want, I took a nap at Alfred's room earlier today so it’s not messy, promise.” Gilbert light up at the offer and carried his thin legs to the bed, the dorm rooms were tiny and yet he had only just noticed Matthew’s little corner hosting a new work in progress. It couldn’t have been coursework, the Canadian finished that yesterday after the music incident. It was very detailed and although unfinished seemed as if a photograph had been printed out in the paint. With half of the canvas still quite plain he wondered of what Matthew had been thinking when painting. It was new in some splodges, the paint was still wet and fresh with paint pooling on the tarp and pots still scattered around the legs of the strong easel, but the dry almost discoloured details in the other corners suggested otherwise.

“Whose that? In the painting?”  his long fingers pointing at the tiny scarf figure, Matthew barely turned to even check what Gilbert was looking at.

“That’s younger Alf-”

“No, I know that’s your brother- the expression is on point, I mean the guy next to what I presume is fetus Mattie.”  after a faux indignant huff of ‘hey!’ at that comment, Matthew had swivelled in his chair to examine who he meant.

“O-oh That’s Tim, a childhood friend. He’s a senior here actually. You probably know him.” distractedly the Canadian went back to humming as he raked through Gilbert’s script notes and his own little sketches. Gilbert’s eyebrows arched and furrowed after hearing Tim’s name. Was he the same Tim who Matthew was texting earlier? Would it matter if it were him?

“...the name doesn’t ring a bell…” Gilbert let his thoughts drift away as he snuggled more into the soft bedding. The smell flowery detergent enveloped him, and Gilbert grinned; It felt heavenly to lie down here- almost more welcoming than his own bed. About an hour had passed as he had napped, when he woke up, distracted by the sound of soft strumming from the nearby table speakers. The room host had been playing what Gilbert recognised as some Mom Jeans song. Of course, he listens to mom jeans. He’s perfect, Gilbert thought.

“Hey Matthew...” his eyes wandered to stare as Matthew’s form was hunched over in creative focus, messy hair slightly dishevelled from obvious rest earlier.  Gilbert was going to attempt a little bit of chivalry, besides, Matthew had been so kind as to allow him to crash here; That deserved free dinner, right? Date or not...he could convince the other boy it was a platonic outing if he failed horrendously...which he doesn't.

“Gil- awake now? I can feel you overthinking from here dude.” Gilbert’s eyes fluttered now realising Matthew had responded to his distant Hey and was coming nearer to move onto the bed too,

“I just- Do you...I mean there's this really good diner in town- We could grab some food later cus I feel like I ow-” Matthew had turned in what could be perceived as shock but it melted away quickly as he was blushing in the brightest form of red; it was endearing and god Gilbert wished he could cup those cheeks and-

“That would be..!” The tone was so bright and loud and Gilbert’s heart jumped in premature celebration until he caught onto the last few bits of the reply “....actually fuck. I’m busy tonight Gil.” Apologising profusely aside, Gilbert could see a tinge of guilt wash over Matthew’s expression, secrets glinting under the faraway glaze. “In fact, I actually have somewhere to be soon and I should probably go.”

The silver-haired boy sat up, bunching his shirt in his hands; it sounded as if the Canadian was dying to avoid Gilbert right now Yet it would seem very improbable for such a kind-faced creature like Matthew to rudely do such a thing. Quick hands moved around the room as the blonde rushed round, hands searching for his hoodie that had been laid recklessly on the floor and a hasty pat down of pockets picking up the cheesy maple leaf keychain that latched onto his car keys. Matthew was about to run for the door before he realised his guest was still left on the bed very much puzzled,

“I just drafted some concept art, it’s not much right now- just scribbles. I’ll do the linework soon but if you want to stay in here for a bit t-that...that’s fine. I’ll uh not be back for a while. I really h-I have to go like right now.” The stumbling over words was nothing less than adorable but the complimenting panicky hands that fidgeted in a show of motion blurred movements really took the cake as he watched the man practically zoom out- a voice far from the doorway telling Gilbert to not forget to turn off the lights when he’s done. Alone with his thoughts, the air seemed thin and full of saddened merriment the longer he glared at his friend’s dorm room walls.

Matthew’s feet felt heavy and seemed to plummet with every step- his speedy getaway had slowed down significantly as he stood in front of Alfred’s dorm. He was not running away. He was just keeping track of time. His quick leave must of been really rude but his realisation over the time was more important- Dr Paisley didn’t appreciate late entrances. I’ll send him a text.

M @ 6:20 [Hey, Sorry didn’t mean to be rude. Just forgot I had to do something with Al. Ttyl?]

G @ 6:24 [Np. Tell the nerd I said hey! Ttyl, Imma sleep here forever man, your bed is amazing…]

The thought of Gilbert staying in his bed for even a second warmed his cheeks. Focus. His eyes ignored his phone as he went back to staring at his brother’s door down. Unsure hands knocked lightly as he heard quiet laughter drain out from underneath the wooden entrance.

“Come on in!” there was a quick shuffle as Matthew stammered in, not surprised to see Alfred closer what looked like a video call with Kiku. That’s adorable. He watched his brother fluster in closing the tab before snapping forward and clicking triumphantly towards his brother,

“Lemme just grab my stuff alright?” wallet and phone secured, the two wandered out humming, Car keys passed to Alfred as they slid into the slight wreck and worn out red car; Matthew almost insisted on driving as the other complained over the old ride but Alfred had already pushed it off and stuck his tongue out tryna reverse out the tiny university carpark. “So….what's on the agenda?” Careful eyes on the road as the day darkened, they made their way off campus. The red hoodie boy shrugged, leaning dismissively on the window as he watched buildings blur in the distance.

“It’s really just a catch-up and you get to sit in and then you’ve got to sign off for me.” The car had jerked to a stop as they reached a small private property, the building had been a renovated residence, and it’s awkward charm of brick build fit well in the surrounding suburban area. The clinic had been a reference from their family doctor, a private and less clinical-looking approach; Hospitals always made Matthew uneasy- a past of heavy hitting hockey accidents tend to make you regret hospital visits honestly. The two slinked out, Alfred smiling a little less wide, more genuine in his approach as he sauntered ahead- trying to appease Matthew anxiousness to ask him to go in. The little door jingled with an out of place kindness, and the secretary simply smiled as she saw Alfred gestured towards his brother.

“Hey Matthew, bit early but I’m sure she’ll let you slip in, I’ll let her know.”

“Thanks, John.” The two shuffled into the waiting room, the blue coloured walls screaming a soothing need to be somewhere else. A large white door that leads to the office glared at him, accusatory in it’s meaning. Although they were the only people present, Alfred’s demeanour just seemed so out of place, as if he was never meant to be in a generic chair surrounded by mental health posters- the beach blonde was basically a poster boy of happiness. Matthew scorned. No point getting upset over your brother, he’s tryna-

The big white door had swung open, a cheery disposition of Ms Paisley greeting the, ushering for the two to enter her office. The all-too-familiar couch never felt so small until he had to clamber onto it with Alfred cramping alongside him. The brown haired doctor had settled in her own seat, collected and calm as she watched the two settle patiently. This entire situation felt overcrowded. After she had introduced herself to Alfred, she had opened her arms out to Matthew, ready to fire off on questions no doubt.

“So! Matthew, Nice to see you as always, thank you for inviting your brother, I don’t want to make this difficult so let's lay down some rules.” explaining, her movement seemed so insistent on encouraging him to look at Al’s expression, but he couldn’t bring himself to even look away from her brown heels and the suddenly immensely interesting wooden floor.

“We can just do some simple questions today, Is that alright Matt? Alfred can sit in for a short while, and then I’d like to talk to him privately for a bit. That should take…” the clock taunted him as they both looked at it calculatingly. “30 Minutes, I’ll speak to Al for 15 and then we can have a little private time for the last 15. Is that alright?” It wouldn’t matter Al was already here he-

“Yeah that sounds good.” his voice caught up faster, desperate to get it over with. Don’t get the Canadian wrong: he enjoyed his sessions with Ms paisley, it was just hard...really exhausting being with his brother and his mind was about to explode with uncertainty over almost everything.

“How...how are you feeling Matt. Better than last week?”

Matthew felt like he was going to choke.

[erosjeon]

A rant; most of you will relate in a way

First of all, to all bullies out there just know that you're insignificant and a waste of air. Spread love not hate.

Okay so here we go. To help you get a small idea of my personality, I'm a mixture of Suga and Jungkook and I have severe trust issues when it comes to specific things I will touch upon later. I am a shy person needless to say and very quiet and observant so I'm able to pick up people's personality quite quickly.

To start of, I study a very competitive course at college/university so a lot of the people i meet and work with either are friends with me for mutusl help and benefit or to just simply use me. From my previous experience at school, i had developed trust issues with people regarding how well i do when it comes to exams becaude I was bullied LOADS for getting an A, people would ask me "Why the hell would you say you're stressed? You were just lying" & "You probably eat your book and you tell us your procrastinating" and bla bla and I really was, back then I'd used kpop as a way to stress relief but i managed to understand things although never finishing revision which makes me really stressed for the exam which is normal for any test taker right?

Anyhow! Fast forward to first year college, as a few would know it's really big and you dont usually get to make really personal friendships or relationships, i had focused that year to do really well since I had failed to get into medical school due to a stupid entrance exam, i wont deny that I'm a bright person in science so I managrd to do really well (after seeing my results) that year with however, much difficulty.

This one girl which i was acquaintances with had approached me that summer and kept sticking to me and clearly was using me for something i didnt know well, so when she asked me how did you find the exams? With honesty i said really difficult because i found all the exams difficult and hadnt managed to complete my revision. When i had gotten my results, I was like oh wow thats an amazing average but since I had told her I didnt do AMAZING, my phobias kicked in and i asked my best friend who didnt attend the same university for advice, and she said " if you dont even know her then dont tell her you can trust anyone because the course your in is practically the hunger games for people who want to do medicine " so i was like your right and i dont owe this girl anything, she kept bothering me for my exact % so i couldnt actually tell her the truthful one because like o said...' i didnt do amazing'

Fast forward second year after that, she stole a friend of mine that i made in my first year and i confronted her that she's pissing me off and i dont appreciate her trying to keep people away from me but i left them both anyway to focus on my studied cos they got so much harder, i suffer from anxiety and through summer it had slipped from my mouth to her and so she knee something about me, we made up 4 months afterwards and we helped each other by giving recordings of lectures if the other couldnt come and helping with assignments and let me make this clear (i had helped her when she asked me for help and i helped her when she asked me and I knew the question or something) i had also made another friend who knew sara, i liked her personality but again everyone in this course wants to know how everyone did and i had to keep my grade consistent. Like any normal human i struggled a lot and complained when they complained and etc, i was in a lot of stress but thankfully second year went alright not that good but its okay, the same story goes i had came up tp many exams knowong 3 or 4 topics out of 20 but i was lucky for most of the questions coming up on them, im good at picking out questions. The two girls had become friends also towards that summer.

Now in my third year, as always they've bothered me with my grades and I had no trust for them, because if you tell them you did well they will cast you out and try to make you fail. I didnt talk with any of them outside college and we were no where close, we just worked in groups and etc if it had to come to it. Just today i had sent an email to my tutor for a presentation i wouldnt be able to attend because of my illness, i had screenshotted the email and sent it to them because i wanted to let them know of the situation and that its all good cos the tutor said its fine.

One of the girls had looked up my grades using my id and found my grade, i am not feeling well and they both know but for some reason they cornered me just like i got bullied at school and got accused of using them? I had never used them because when you ask someone for something and they also ask you and you give, its called mutual benefit, so i was like if you were my friends you'd be happy, i didnt mean to lie about it but then i got accused of making up times i struggled and stressed, when they said that I knew saying anything more was useless and I was just getting more ill and anxious from it.

It was so funny to see how they completely switched a 180° on me, if i had used them and never helped i would be able to understand but i didnt trust any of them, the girl who had stolen both my friends and she made me unable to trust any, i just sat down and thought why couldn't anyone mind their own business? We all got similar coursework grades and they'd usually get higher but my exams balanced it.

This year i am struggling more because of family issues and my illness so obviously before this drama i had complained when they did that i had a lot to do, so much to catch up with which is piling up till today since I'm taking rest.

It had upsetted me, i wont deny that because I'm not suffering from a flu or just some fly by sickness, they were aware of it and knew that my anxiety would probably spike but they didnt care. Sadly, i had cared whenever they had a "flu" and stayed home and would be worried sick about them.

Ahh..Since this blog is completely anonymouss it helps to get things out and even with 1k followers which is an impossibly micro fraction of the world's population I want to let as many people as I can to never let someone control how you feel, no matter how much or little they mean to you.

All of my friends had laughed about how little trust they had to search for my grades and my family are as speechless as I am, I'm mad that I got hate for doing well, i write on this blog, keep up with BTS 24.7 and watch kdramas... i procrastinate a lot and its not a lie to fool anybody so ughhh. I dont care about them but it makes me angry and sad that i was wronged and accused of using them... i cant even.

I just need a hug, being a person who had self loath and depression which is evident in many of my works it's becoming hard for me to love myself.

[football-rambles]

House Decorating- Dele Alli

21st December 2016

Okay, so this wasn’t requested from anyone for the last 2 days of Christmas. but I thought I would write a small one shot to end the whole 24 days of Christmas (I’m late I know). And to be honest, I thought this was pretty cute.

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I hated this time of year, it was just the month I hated, everyone would just come out of what seems to be in hibernation at this time of year, of course it was near Christmas, so everyone was out and about.

While I was finishing my degree, I had took on a small job in London, in retail, which I quickly learnt that I hated it. But I wanted something to do when I wasn’t studying or at matches. 

People would recognise me and sent pictures into the shop, it don't bother me of course because at the end of the day I was doing something for me, that just shows I’m not with Dele for the money.

Dele had always sorted everything out when it came down to the media and that sort of stuff and to the point the football club itself had to get involved in dodging the media.

Today was the middle of the week and I thought it be quieter day, people be at work or at school but I was wrong, I was glad I didn’t work in Central London, because that would be a nightmare and I would have quit by now.

I was stocking the rails up with the new stock when the assistant manager Rosie walks over, she never liked me and she sometimes made it known. “Those two in those coats over there, they look suspicious, keep an eye on them will you?” She asks me before she walked off somewhere.

They had seemed to disappeared as I couldn’t see them anymore, I carried on with what I was doing, when someone grabbed me, picking me up slightly. I was about to scream but ended up a quiet squeal instead when I heard laughing.

I turned to see that Dele was stood there, hood up as he pulled it down to reveal himself “Don’t do that! You do realise that the assistant manager is in today and watching you, because she thought you were shop lifters” I say grinning as I wrapped my arms around him.

Dele smirked and nodded towards where Eric was looking around “Eric is over there, so we’re Christmas shopping and then I think we may go and decorate the house because I know you are stressing because you can't get it done between work and coursework” He smiles.

I nodded and smirked as I looked down at the bags Dele had by his feet “Are those just for me?” I asked cheekily, Dele shook his head “Do you really think I would wave your presents under your nose?” He asked. I looked at him and shrugged “Eric has them with him, thats why he hasn't come over” He says, as I looked back at Eric who saw me and waved.

I waved back and then saw Rosie who was looking over “I better get on, Rosie is looking over at us” I speak quietly as I leaned up to kiss Dele, pulling away “I’ll be home in a few hours” I replied as I grabbed the clothes that I needed to take at the back.

I left Dele, as I walked by Rosie who was still staring at me, The girls didn’t care if Dele came over, some actually liked seeing him, but Rosie hated it. If I wanted to I could just be known as a WAG and quit my job but I wanted to be my own person.

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I had finished work and managed to get home, It was just getting dark and peoples Christmas lights stood out at this time of night. I got to the house and punched in the security number and the gate opened.

I walked up the drive to see the house in darkness, I smiled at seeing all the Christmas lights, he wasn't joking that he would decorate the house. I walked up to the front door walking in.

“Dele” I shout out kicking my shoes off, putting my coat on the rails as I walked into the hall, everywhere was just lit up, It was like a winter wonderland. I walked into the lounge to see Candles was lit up around the place and Dele stood by the Christmas tree.

“You have been busy and didn’t think you would be able to do them so, me and and some of the lads came over and did it for you” He grinned at me. I smiled and looked around “It’s perfect” I say looking around and noticed there was popcorn and sweets on the table.

“I got all your Christmas movies, and ordered take out and thought we could just chill, because you looked stressed at work and we haven't had a sofa evening in ages” He smiled walking over to me.

I smiled and nodded and pulled him in, kissing him softly “You may have to be the best boyfriend ever” I say “Although, I will have to re-decorate the tree, its force of habit babe” I say looking at the lit up tree.

“Blame Harry and Eric for that, they did the Christmas Tree” He put his hands up in defence. I laugh and smiled “Still it’s amazing, thank you to all” I smile collapsing on the sofa.

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We spent the evening, eating junk food and fanta-coke which Dele got me into, after I thought it would be disgusting it was actually quite nice. We watched many of my favourite Christmas films for rest of the evening.

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I hope you like it, because I tried to make it as cute as possible, because Dele is just such a sweetheart and I just love him