#literally had such a fucked up night but woke up shoved my headphones on opened ch3 doc and everything felt okay in the world xoxo

[johnslittlespoon]

Buck showing up to visit Bucky at collage and suddenly all whole campus is talking about that freshman with the scary older biker boyfriend

Stop It I'm Going To Start Biting Things 👍🏻

in my Head, john starts spending every weekend at gale's since during the week they're both busy with classes/work respectively... so yk surely instead of taking the bus every time, gale's in the area occasionally to pick him up from campus and give him a ride...

lol john gets jealous when he comes out of class the first time this happens and finds a group of giggly college girls hanging around gale while gale politely chats and waits for him on his bike, but john can't do shit about it in public bc yk. gays. in 2005.

so when they get back to gale's he makes sure to leave his mark(s+++), bossily pushing gale down onto the couch and crawling into his lap and attaching his lips to his neck, all cranky and mouthy about "they were ready to jump your bones, gale" and gale stifling a laugh because as if that's not exactly what john did the moment the door closed behind the two of them. he finds his impatient possessive grumpy puppy endlessly endearing and sweet <3

[wormstacheangel]

When Dean finally rescued Cas from the empty, he expected a happy reunion. He envisioned a strong hug like the first time he had escaped. He expected a long-awaited kiss and repeated confessions that weren’t said with sorrow or heartache. He expected to find the same Cas that was taken, but that would have been too easy.

Cas was left awake, alone, and in complete darkness for months on end.

So when Dean went into the empty, ready to wake up the love of his life, he found Cas curled in on himself—staring blankly out into the void of nothingness. He whispered something so softly and quickly that Dean couldn’t pick up on the actual words, but it sounded familiar. Almost like he was humming a song.

Dean tried to get him to stand up on his own, but he quickly realized that Cas wasn’t even looking at him. His gaze was distant, seeing something Dean can’t even imagine. He then noticed the white film over his eyes dimmed the once bright blue.

His fingertips gently traced over the skin he had only dreamt of touching for months before he took a deep, shaky breath to steady himself. With that slight pause, Dean used whatever desperate strength he had and dragged Cas back to the portal.

Back home.

As they got closer, the light of the portal seemed to startle Cas, and he started to shove Dean away. Dean had to put Cas down so he could take his green jacket off and place it over Cas’s head to calm him before he slowly continued to walk through the portal and into the bunker’s library where Jack, Rowena, Eileen, and Sam were waiting for them.

When they walked through, Dean quickly shushed them as he fell to his knees with Cas still in his arms, hidden under the jacket, and covering his ears at the sudden loud voices surrounding them.

Dean looked around at his family, all sharing the same worried glances knowing they were on the same page. Cas’s welcome home party would be pushed back until further notice.

Cas didn’t cry. His expression didn’t change much at all. All Cas did was sit or lay on Dean’s bed with the lights off. All but the desk light. It was an old lightbulb, so the light wasn’t a bright white like the rest of the place. Instead, it illuminated a soft golden glow against the wall.

Cas squinted at it at first, blinking so inhumanly at it, until all Cas did was stare at it. Whenever Dean made any move to turn it off or even just get near the lamp, Cas made a little whine at the back of his throat.

Little noises were the most Dean can get out of Cas. At least it brought him a little relief. It meant Cas could see him at that moment.

Cas still did that rapid talking or singing whenever it was a little bit too quiet. It made Dean wonder if Cas knew he was out of the Empty. Especially during those times when he would stare right past him, unblinking with cold eyes.

It was only the end of the second week when Dean broke down.

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He didn’t mean to. He was trying so damn hard to keep it together, especially in front of Cas, but one night he just lost it. He can blame the lack of booze in his system, or as he wants, he can blame Sam, who came up to him about a stupid case. It pissed him off more than it should have. The fact that Sam even believed for a second that he would leave the bunker while Cas was like-well the way he was, just gave him enough of an excuse to raise his voice at someone.

Eileen had to step in and tell him to cool off.

Dean stormed off without a glance back and went to his room. He changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed beside Cas. He laid on his stomach as he wrapped one arm over the top of Cas’s waist, scooting close enough so that he could rest his head on Cas’s shoulder. He then opened his mouth to wish him goodnight just like every night, but something in Dean just broke.

He felt the pressure rise up his throat as he tried to hide his face into the familiar body beside him, but the sob still came.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry it took me so long to go get you. Fuck, Cas, please.” Dean took a shaky breath, sniffling as he reached to hold Cas’s hand closer to him. “We missed- I...I missed you. I missed you so much, Cas.” Dean brought Cas’s hand up to his lips and kissed the knuckles before letting the hand rest by his head. His eyes closed as he sighs, “I love you. So come back to me, okay?"

The only response Dean got was a squeeze of the hand, which was enough hope for the future, and more than Dean could have ever asked for at that moment.

As the days went on, Cas didn’t change. Literally and figuratively. He was still an angel, so there was no need for him to shower or brush his teeth, but Dean swore that Cas’s facial hair was growing, so he liked shaving him at least once a week. Cas seemed to like it by the humming noise he made.

They did learn a couple of things as the days went on.

One, peace and quiet are not what they strive for.

It only brought Cas anxiety, and his humming or singing became much louder and more desperate. They fixed that problem with a Bluetooth speaker constantly playing music in the background, a playlist Jack made mixed in with a playlist Jack helped Dean make. It made the humming stop, and Cas started to roll over in bed. He even sat back against the headboard with his eyes closed a few times.

A month after Cas got back, Dean's phone died in the middle of the night, and the silence must have gotten to him. He covered his ears while he started muttering to himself again. Dean woke up and pulled Cas to his chest while softly sing to him in his still half-asleep phase. He didn’t know why that was his first instinct, but he went along with it cause it started to calm Cas down. Then, Cas held him back for the first time—tucking his head right under Dean's jaw and relaxing.

Dean tried not to stiffen at the touch; if he were honest with himself, he would admit he was trying not to cry because he was busy singing. Busy, not wanting to disrupt this moment.

That night Dean sang all night long until Jack checked on them in the early hours and connected his phone.

Two, always have a light source on.

The lamp was the first one they had. Cas constantly wanted it on, but it bothered Dean all the time when he wanted to sleep. So they bought a cool starlight projector, Sam’s idea, that kept the light on the cement ceiling and not on Dean’s face. Cas seemed to enjoy it as he laid on his back, watching it all night, letting Dean curl up on his side as he slept through the night.

Three, never leave Cas alone.

Nobody wanted to leave Cas alone for more than a minute if they could help it. So they made plans to keep him company at all hours of the day. Of course, they weren’t crowding him. They all came in one by one, except for Dean, who would say, “This is my room. I get to come and go as I damn well please.”

Sam liked to sit by Cas's side and talk nerd like they usually would while cleaning his guns or doing research to help another hunter. He would even pause during the one-way conversation to give Cas some time to answer or try to imagine what Cas would say in that situation. Sam was always calm, wanting to keep it as normal as possible while Cas just stared at him, sometimes his eyebrows knitted together, and Dean had to excuse himself as he felt his chest tighten up.

Eileen sat by his side and watched shows she liked while she talked to Cas out loud and signed so he could hear her voice. Even then, she didn’t talk much. Instead, she let the laptop do the talking as she pets Cas’s hair while sitting on the chair by the bed.

Jack came in the most next to Dean. He liked reading to him or talking about how his skills as the new God have improved thanks to Amara.

"Dad, I hope you'll be proud of me." Jack once whispered to Cas, who was having a bad day, checking out more than usual as he stared off into the distance. Eyes wide and almost screaming.

It was almost the end of the second month when another big mile-stone happened.

Jack was lying in bed with Cas while Dean was at his desk, cleaning his guns obsessively again. Jack was reading him a book he bought during his recent trip to the bookstore with Eileen, it was a Star Wars story.

Jack was getting into the book as he read slower but louder during a big fight scene. He got so excited that he even jumped up and looked back at Cas, "Did you hear that, Dad? He won!"

Cas smiled back at him- a genuine smile- and Dean almost dropped the piece of metal in his hand while Jack froze, his shoulders tightening up while he scrunched up his lips as if trying to hold back his cry.

Instead, he quietly composed himself as he asked in a shaky voice, "You want me to read the rest?"

Cas only blinked at him, keeping the slight smile, and Jack took it as a yes. Jack sat beside him again with a big smile plastered on his face, wiping his eyes every other word, as he rested his head on Cas's shoulder to continue reading. Dean didn’t miss when Cas tilted his head down to rest his cheek on Jack’s hair.

He had to excuse himself again.

After that day, Cas slowly started to open up a little more.

Once Dean woke up with Cas out of bed. Dean was already in full panic mode, his shoes on the wrong feet and jacket inside out as he called out for Sam.

Then just as quick as the panic came, relief flooded him when he found Cas in the kitchen trying to make coffee. He turned towards Dean and gave him the smallest of smiles, but it filled Dean with such solace that he just dragged himself to Cas’s space. Dean held his arms open to press Cas into him, and without a second thought, Cas fell right into him as if it was an everyday normal occurrence.

That was the start of Cas now being up and around the bunker. It was like when a baby starts crawling, everyone keeping tabs on the baby’s first steps, except this baby was an eon old celestial being.

The library, Dean’s room, the Dean-cave, and the kitchen were Cas’s favorite places just to sit. He always had Dean’s headphones on, softly playing music, just in case it went quiet, and it took a while for him to be able to walk around without those.

It was the sixth month when Cas wished Dean a goodnight first and then added, “I love you, Dean.”

Dean fought the lump in his throat, but Cas instantly pulled him in, his arms wrapped securely around him. He had so much he wanted to say to Cas just to hear his voice again, anything to listen to his voice again, but instead, he kisses Cas’s chest before saying, “I love you, too.”

Days came and went. Sometimes it seemed like Cas was getting better as he talked a little more, but then those days would come when he would just stare off into the stars on their ceiling. Not moving an inch or bothering to fake breath like he liked. Those days the music was a little louder, and Cas held on to Dean a little tighter.

“I don’t want to go back. Please,” Cas pleaded as he stared wide-eyed at the darkness in the corner of their room. As if he was having a nightmare with his eyes wide open. “Please don’t make me…I-I don’t want to be in the dark again!”

Dean took Cas’s face in between his hands to hold his gaze. Only talking when he knew Cas was seeing him. “It’s okay, Cas. I got you. Nobody’s taking you away from me ever again.”

“Promise?” Dean felt Cas’s grip at his shoulder, holding him with desperation.

“Promise.”

That’s how Cas became human.

The nightmares have him waking up screaming some days, but at least Cas knew he was safe from the Empty’s clutches.

He was going to live his human life being loved and taken care of, and Dean was happy to say he felt Cas was doing the same for him.

[maybebanks]

Special Treatment

JJ Maybank x Y/N

You and JJ get busted and are forced to spend the night in jail. Only Y/n gets some much resented special treatment. Leaving JJ jealous.

“I can’t believe we got caught. I’m gonna be in so much shit for this,” JJ muttered, raking a hand through his messy blonde hair.

You felt very guilty, if it wasn’t for you, JJ wouldn’t have gotten caught trespassing. He was a faster runner than you, and you had tripped, resulting in a pathetic injury.

“Hey, are you good? I know you have that ‘3 strikes’ thing going on with Peterkin..and - oh shit Y/n! Your leg is bleeding,” JJ said, moving you to sit down so he could get a better look.

“It’s fine,” you protested, “and don’t worry about me. You have your dad to worry about,” you mentioned.

JJ frowned, “don’t remind me,”

You were familiar with this cell, though it was way better when shared with JJ. You were here just yesterday, busted for shop lifting.

It was clear you were rebelling. And JJ wanted to know why.

He was intrigued.

“When we get outta here...can we go separately?” you said softly.

“Why? I was hoping we could grab food at the Wreck...please...” he trailed off, grabbing both of your hands and trapping them in his.

“No...I mean..you know I get scared of your dad. And besides, my mom wants me home,” you admitted.

JJ frowned, “yeah. I know. You get all..shakey,” he shrugs.

“I do not!” You blurted, pushing one of his shoulders.

“Yes you do, you’re hands are like this,” JJ told you, then put his hand out and started moving his wrist to shake his hand at a fast speed.

“Oh fuck you,” you groaned.

“Sure I’m down,” JJ joked.

“What?” You gave him a dirty look.

“You know,” he smirked, then he leaned over to you and started rubbing your shoulders, “you like that? Uhhh!” He moaned.

“Shut up!! You dumbass! They’re gonna hear!!” You scolded him, shoving him off of you.

“Yeah and what would they think? You more of a handjob or a blowjob kinda girl?” he joked.

“Oh my god...okay you need to..to chill with the horny boy act, got it? I know you’re just trying to get at me..but I’m not in the mood,” you sighed. Standing up and walking towards the edge of the bars.

“I see blushing,” JJ pointed out, pointing to his own cheeks.

You rolled your eyes, looking the other way.

JJ raised his hands in defense, “I didn’t mean to offend you. Just wanted to lighten the mood. Maybe get this tension under wraps,”

“There is no tension.” You stated.

“There is with you. You’re super tense,” JJ added.

“I just...I have a lot going on,” you shrugged.

“Wanna..” JJ paused, kicking his feet against the concrete, “..talk about it?”

“No thanks...” you sighed, returning to sit next to him again.

“Whatever it is,” JJ placed a comforting hand on your thigh, “I’m sure you can handle it.” He said. He knew you weren’t going to tell him, so he decided to give you confidence.

You stared at his large hand on your thigh, his rings shining from the light through the windows.

You smiled softly. And he returned it.

Before he could say some dirty one liner, the cell door opened.

You and JJ stood up.

“Y/n, let’s go.” The officer directed. He wasn’t the usual one who dealt with the jail people, he was a patrol officer. He has blonde, short hair he was tall, and looked about 30-40 years old.

“But..what about-“ You began.

“Just you.” He stated, looking into your eyes.

You looked back at JJ, he just shrugged.

So you followed the police officer out of the cell, and waved goodbye to JJ.

The officers hand met your lower back as you walked with him through the station. He nodded at a few cops at desks, no one seemed to question him as he walked you out the front door.

As an excuse to get him to stop touching you, you turned around, asking him a question, “excuse me. What’s..what’s going on?” You asked nervously.

“How about I give you a ride home,” he suggested, pointing to a small cop car.

“My friend...in there, I can’t just leave him,” you said.

“Maybank kid. Yeah I saw his record. For some reason, Peterkin always looks the other way, something to pity, I’d assume,” the Officer explains.

You sighed, knowing exactly what he was talking about, JJs dad.

“I can..um I can walk home, thanks,” you told him, walking around him.

He grabbed your wrist gently, “if I hadn’t done what I did, you’d be spending your night in that cell. Let me give you a ride home,” he almost ordered.

You bit the inside of your lip, but he was a cop, what was he gonna do? Kill you. Please. You shouldn’t be afraid of him.

You nodded, and he smiled, directing you to his car.

You attempted to get in the back seat, but he scolded you, and told you that you should sit in the front.

He drove you home, and parked in your driveway.

“I’ll walk you inside, make sure everything’s okay,” he said.

“Sir, I’m alright, it’s like 20 feet away,” you said, but he ignored you.

When you got to the front door, you knocked, him by your side.

Your mother answered, shocked, and quite unhappy at the sight.

“What did she do?” Your mother sighed, you looked at the floor.

“Ma’am, I’m officer Darren Wilden, we’ve met before, I was just escorting your daughter from the jail cell. Would’ve spent the night there, if I hadn’t got her out of there,” he told her.

You groaned.

Stepping up and heading inside, past your mom. She would have surly yelled at you, but she was now distracted by the officer.

Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing.

Retiring to your room was not a great as you thought, you could hear your mother laugh at Officer Wildens stupid jokes, she even made dinner for him. So you put in headphones, falling asleep to your favorite playlist.

You woke up at your usual time, to spend the Saturday with the pogues. Excited, you headed downstairs for breakfast, still in your pajamas. You missed dinner last night, and were craving a muffin or something.

You entered the kitchen in slow steps, hearing someone cooking bacon or something. Your mom never cooks.

“Mom?” You asked, but your question was quickly answered.

Wilden was standing in your kitchen, shirtless, a white towel wrapped around his waist.

“Oh my gosh,” you blinked in shock. What hell was this?

“Good morning. Want any eggs?” He said nonchalantly. Standing near the fridge.

You scoffed. Walking around him, “no thanks,”

A few seconds later, your mother walked in.

She studdered, “uh Darren, why don’t you head upstairs, I’ll take care of breakfast,”

He nodded, “yeah sure,” and left the kitchen.

“What does he live here now?” You said sarcastically to your mom.

“Give me a break, honey....” your mother sighed.

“Yeah..whatever. I’m going to John B’s,” you said bluntly, then hastily left the house.

Once joining the group, you were basically silent the whole time.

“So! Y/n, how was jail?” Kie asked, smiling.

“How..how did you know?” You asked, “JJ you literally suck at keeping ur mouth shut,”

“What?!” He laughed, “I used to be brag about corrupting the good girl. But now your a convict just like me,” JJ shrugged, implying that you shouldn’t care.

Truly you just didn’t want to be traced back to Wilden, you hated that connection you now had. Could it even turn into blackmail? It just made you sick.

“Did you know JJ was in that cell for 24 hours longer than y/n! That’s some sexism right there,” John B mentioned.

“Don’t joke about that, dude,” Pope scolded.

“What? It’s true.” He defended.

“Wait...JJ, your dad didn’t show up to-“ you were surprised he had spent the night in the cell.

“Yeah. They didn’t even call him. For some reason, you got special treatment,” JJ said, nudging your arm.

That’s when it hit you. Your mother probobly did this to keep you out of jail. You felt sick. Horrible of what you had to done to make your mother do what she did.

“Whoa...you okay Y/n/n?” JJ asks, nudging you again.

You flinched at his nudge, but tries crossing your arms to cover it up.

You didn’t answer.

“You got all pale,” Pope added.

“Y/n/n, are you okay?” JJ repeated.

“I need some air,” you blurted, then jumped up and walked away from the group out on the doc.

“But we are outside,” JJ grumbled.

“JJ go talk to her,” Kie suggested.

“Me? She doesn’t wanna talk to me,” JJ shut down.

“Yes, she does. Now talk to her,” Kie demanded.

JJ grumbled curses to himself, he didn’t like to go be forced into things. And he didn’t want you to see him as a guy who didn’t know what to say.

JJ took off his hat and fumbled with it, “I really don’t mind...the uh extra jail time. But if you were there...I could’ve asked you if your-“

“Jesus, JJ,” you sighed.

“What did I do?” JJ asked, sitting down text to you on the dock.

“It...it’s everything. Like...I don’t want you here, so leave,” you insulted. You really wanted him to stay, but not give him the opportunity to find out how dishonestly you got out of jail.

“Okay. Easy, done,” JJ stated. But instead of getting up and leaving you in the dust, he moved closer to you, his knee touching yours.

You started to cry, why did he care? The tears were falling so fast you missed a few falling down your cheek. One landing on JJ’s knee.

“She...I can’t..it’s just stupid. And I hate myself.” You stuttered. Between gasps.

JJ put his arm around you, “why?”

“Because... she,” you said quietly, “slept with him,”

JJ frowned, distancing you from him slightly, “the cop?! Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” you said disappointedly.

“God damn, Y/n.” He said shaking his head.

“Please don’t tell anyone, J. I don’t really know why I told you. I just I can trust you,” you sighed.

“Yeah...uh okay Y/n. I’m uh I’m gonna go,” he shrugged, then stood up.

“W-wait! I need you J, where do you have to go?” You asked innocently.

“Look, if you think I’m okay with this? I’m not. Sex with a cop? Are you fucking kidding? What about us? All summer!” JJ exclaimed.

“Hold on-“ you attempted to explain, because JJ thought it was you.

“No. You know what. I feel like shit for ever opening up to you. I need some space from you.” He said disgustedly.

You started balling again, “JJ. It wasn’t me! What’s wrong with you!” You said, deeply offended by that accusation. Both you and jj had slightly developed feelings for eachother, but denied them the whole summer.

No one ever acted on them.

“What’s wrong with me? You’re the slut!” JJ shouted.

“Excuse me?!” You screamed back, offended.

JJ sighed, he took off his red baseball hat and threw it on the ground.

“To me, Y/n, a slut sleeps with someone to get something out of it. And that’s what you fucking did,” JJ retaliated.

“Fuck you. It wasn’t even me,” you mumbled, walking past him and down the driveway.

You didn’t want to go home. You were planning on spending the night at John B’s, but JJ really hurt you.

JJ replayed the conversation in his head, trying to figure out what he missed.

He regretted shitting on you, name calling. That wasn’t him, and it certainly wasn’t you.

You never explicitly told him it was your mom, but JJ believed you, that it wasn’t you. Now you just needed to talk.

You arrived at your house after walking for nearly an hour. But you couldn’t go in, not when you saw a cop car parked outside.

This angered you. How could he be here again? How could your mother do this?

Suddenly, a car drove up behind you. You were afraid to look. In case it was another cop.

“Hey, Y/n,” you heard JJ’s voice call.

You were stubborn, so you didn’t turn around.

“I shouldn’t have called you that shit. And I shouldn’t have let you leave. Wanna...let me apologize with dinner? On me,” JJ beamed, pleading.

“That would be nice,” you fought a smile, hopping in the passenger seat next to him.

more JJ reads!

[fckwritersblock]

Act 1: While We’re Young

Chapter 6

Erik Stevens x Black OC

( Unedited.)

I woke up with a killer headache and the sound of my alarm clock going off. I hit it repeatedly trying to get it to shut off to no avail. Frustrated I picked it up launching it across the room. Next was the alarm on my cell and I released a defeated groan. Sitting up, I took in my surrounding trying to remember how I got to my room last night. My makeup was removed, and I was in a large T-shirt with my hair in a bonnet. The only thing I forgot to do was remove my contacts. Slowly getting up, I left my bedroom and went straight to the bathroom. I raised an eyebrow when I saw a glass and aspirin set right next to my glasses.

There was no way I was THAT alert last night.

Frowning I took the packet and washed it down before starting the shower, I had to wash away last nights shame and hangover. 15 minutes later I stepped out wrapping a towel around my body. I didn't even feel slightly Recovered. Removing my contacts and  placing the frames over my eyes, I need coffee.

"Good Mornin'," a raspy baritone greeted me when I got to the kitchen.

"Morning," I mumbled putting on the pot.

"Lemme get a cup,"

I stopped turning around in horror, registering who it was.

"Erik?!"

"Yeah?" He sounded like 'duh'.

"Get out get out get out!" I squealed, holding my towel to me looking for something to throw.

"What about the coffee?"

Erik sounded confused, like he was suppose to be here or something."

"Negro what are you even doing here?!" I exclaimed. "Grab your shit and get out!"

"Damn girl that's how you show gratitude?" I could tell he wasn't getting upset now. "Yo ass don't even know what happened last night."

I froze. Oh fuckkkkk no.

"Tell me we didn't?"

"Naw girl, ion get down like that." He looked disgusted by the thought and I couldn't help but scoff.

"Oh yeah right, I bet. You're such a stand up guy right?" Sarcasm laced in every word as I held the door open for him.

Soon as he crossed the threshold I slammed the door,

"Really Lona that's how we gettin' down now." The anger in his voice was evident and I couldn't help but wonder if he still got that wrinkle in between his eyes like he use to.

"We taken advantage of drunk bitches now Erik.

He was silently for a minute but I knew he was still there.

"You know me better than that." He spoke from the other end. Did I really though?

There was a slight pain in my chest after he said that.

"I use to." I replied loud enough for him to hear before walking back into my room.

"How you feelin' sunshine?"

"I feel like death." I answered.

I laid my head down on the table in the cafeteria Tatiana and Jay were chillin at. I swear to god when you have a hangover it be the longest day ever.

"You don't look far from it either- ouch," Jay rubbed his arm where I hit him.

"I woke up with a massive headache, feelin' like I got by a truck-" I began my list of complaints.

"Probably happened when dude dropped you." Jay mentioned casually.

"-Erik was in my living room just chillin on my couch." I stopped and blinked, looking directly at Jay. "I'm sorry. What? Who dropped me, Erik?"

"Naw, not Erik. Ole dude in the bathroom."

Wait what?" I frowned looking at Tati. "What's he talking about. I was with you wasn't I? Where were you?"

"Ok boo, breathe aite," she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "No anxiety attacks today. Let me start from the beginning. Dumbass here don't know how to be gentle."

As she explained, i remember arriving, I remember chilling, playing beer pong, taking a few shots. I remember dancing, curving a couple of frat boys, and having a good time. Everything after that was fuzzy.

"So you was tore up girl, but hiding it well. You just said you wanted to throw up s you'd feel better. I'm the one who walked you to the bathroom, again, you didn't look that tore up but I guess when it all started to come up you got worse? I only left because Ashley came to get me since Donise was bout to fight and I needed to stop her. I swear I was only gon for like 7 minutes. When I reminded Doni she was on her last strike here and told her we had to get you home we both came right back to find Erik literally trying punch his way thru ole' dudes skull."

"What?" My eyes widened.

"Yeah, apparently Erik caught bruh tryna carry you out the house on the low." Jay informed me filling in from where Tati left off. "When he confronted him and told him to hand you over he dropped you to the floor. E was quick to check on you and asked if I had and before I blinked he was after bruh."

"Erik?"

"Yes girl! And he beat the fuck outta him too." Tati hit her hand with her first. "When I came up, Jay left you with me and Jay and Moses had to get him to stop. Once he 'calmed down' enough he stormed over to you and damn near shoved me out the way. He wouldn't let anyone touch you after that."

"I'm sayin', he turned into the bodyguard." Jay laughed clearly amused.

But I sure as hell wasnt.

Remaining quiet, I tired to process everything. I was almost snatched up and taken God knows where, so some weirdo could do God knows what to me, and Erik came in and stopped everything. For me. Protected me. Made sure I got home safely and stayed with me all night. While I still don't remember anything I do know he was wearing what I saw him in last night this morning......and right about now I'm feeling like the biggest asshole.

"Yeah shit was sexy and scary at the same time. He looked crazy."

"For real son! Crazy as fuck," Jay agreed. "I know bruj said y'all had history, but damn. Y'all was together or somethin'?"

Or something, I thought but instead just shook my head.

"No, but it's complicated," was the only explanation I was giving right now. Everyone didn't need to know my dirty laundry, and while I could careless about what people thought about me, I'm sure they've got enough to run it about last night. Meanwhile I needed to find Erik. No matter how I feel about him, he still looked out for me last night. Not only do I owe him a thank you but an apology too.

It was a nice day outside so I figured he might be in the quad since I saw him out there a lot. There or at the gym. Thankfully he at was the former and I didn't have to look too hard as I headed toward him. As soon as he spotted me he snatched his bag up, saluted the guys and began to walk off. I did my best to catch up without making it obvious that I was after him to everybody else around. Catching up slightly I called out his name and he stopped. He shoulders slumped as if he were sighing as he turned around. He looked at me like he couldn't stand me. I took a deep breath feeling nervous and embarrassed.

"Erik can we talk?" I asked, feeling small.

"Is it about the project?" His voice lacked every bit of emotion.

"No." I answered knowing where this was going.

"Then, naw, we can't."

Without another look he turned, headphones on, and left me where I stood.

————————-

So...someone's upset.

And rightfully so. These two have a lot of issues to work out. Too much anger.

I'm just gonna...let that sit there...

Guess what guys!!

I've got the next 30 chapters planned! The good the bad and the ugly. I'm sooo excited!'

Tag list: @kitesatforestp @xsweetdellzx @justgetitoverwith0 @letsshamelessqueen-m @cmkcolove @readingaddict1290

[jupiterswlrd]

Spectacular- mark lee

mark never intended on getting bit by a spider on his was home in the subway, he also never intended on saving you from falling in front of the moving train car either. it was all just some sort of sick coincidence. mark had never believed in super powers, yeah what he saw on TV and comics book was cool but it was never realistic. ‘someone just can’t magically change over night’ he thought to himself all the time.

that was, until it happened to him. after his little run in with you he went home and took a nap, shook up a bit on how well his grip on your jacket was, almost like his hands were stuck to you. ‘crazy...’ he chuckled drifting off to sleep. when he woke up his found his upper part of he bunk covered in spider webs.

“ew” he said quietly trying not to wake his roommate haechan up. ‘maybe if hyuck would be a cleaner we wouldn’t have this issue’ mark struggled to sit up something making him stick to his bed. he flopped all around his bed, webs confining his arms to the bed. he finally broke one and somehow tripped off of his bunk. he prepared for his body to hit the ground but something caught him. a string of webs wrapped around his ankle and attached the top bunk. he was confused, but he was mostly relieved. “mark?....” haechan opened his eyes wondering why he saw his roommate dangling from what seemed to be the ceiling. with that the web snapped causing mark to fall on his head.

“dude...” haechan observed mark like he was some foreign species. “did you do that?” he pointed to the the webs covering marks bunk. “n-no!?!?” mark looked at the younger boy like he was out of his mind “do i look like a spider to you?” haechan stared at him for a long minute. “...there’s a fucking web growing out of your wrist right now....”

“HUH?” mark flung his hand somewhere, flinching in a way. haechan grunted loudly his head banging aganist the wall. his body was taped to the wall with one big web. “MARK” he yelled in amazement and extreme pain and discomfort. “I promise i didn’t do that....” mark didn’t know what to do with his hands, he stuck them in the pockets of his shorts fearing himself and what he’d do. haechan eventually broke free, examining the web pattern closely. He had a thing for spiders.

“this is completely unique...your webs have a little M in them. we should take to these y/n, you know shes a science freak” mark completely shut down at the thought of you seeing him shoot webs out of hands. what if you thought he was some kind of freak? “THATS NOT AN OPTIO-“ then you walked into their dorm room, unannounced and unwarranted. “i heard my name from outside the hallway, why are you all so l—“ you were confused to see that mark was no where to be found. “uhhh?? i thought i heard marks voice”

“you di—“ haechan did a double take “oh haha, yeah we were on the phone he’s in the bathroom— he got stuck in the toilet”

haechan shoved you out the room nervously. “yeah so y/n, we’ll see you in class okay?” once you were successfully pushed out the room, mark was sitting with his legs crossed his head in his hands. “bro what the fuck was that?” haechan slammed the door and locked it. “what was what?”

“i don’t know your little disappearing ac— YOU CAN TURN INVISIBLE”

“haechan are you on drugs? you have to be on drugs only people with POWERS can do that and that’s not possible be—“

haechan clamped a hand over marks mouth.

“dude you’ve done the impossible for like 2 hours now, you have powers” the younger boy slid on his shoes and grabbed his jacket. “where are you going?” mark asked laying back down. “you mean where are WE going” he threw marks slides at his head.

“we’re gonna go see what you can do.”

mark and haechan went out to a abandoned parking lot. haechan was good at making something out of nothing figuratively and quite literally. “okay mark pick up that big ass tire over there” mark walked over to it, absentmindedly picking it up “this one?”

haechan pulled a clipboard out his backpack “okay superstrength...check”

after many trials and errors. mark and donghyuck found out that he was very agile, very fast, and very sticky. mark couldn’t go 3 seconds with out sticking to something.

as mark and haechan were walking back to the dorms, mark heard something his ears turned up as he looked around. “do you hear that?” mark pulled his hoodie up and walked a bit faster. “no what do you hear? is everything oka—“ mark took off running in the opposite direction past the parking lot, leaving his backpack and a confused Lee Donghyuck behind him.

mark turned the corner the feeling that was rushing through his body, it was more than adrenaline it was like an itch that so desperately needed to be scratched. he had to find out what that noise was. he found himself in the subway again. the same place his was now 24 hours ago. his head was now spinning the same place he was bitten now stinging more than ever.

his balance was off and his body felt weak. mark blinked harshly, the itch slowly fading away. but everything was fading away he slipped into darkness, passing out on the grimy new york subway floor.

“mark” a familiar voice called out to him. “yes y/n?” he responded, a swirl of neon colors surrounded him, his skin was no longer slightly tan it was neon red with some swirls of blue. he was still in the subway but it was empty. dead silent his own thoughts, and spiders the only things in the station. you were in the form a beautiful pink tarantula crawling all over marks body.

“you know what you have to do right?”

“what do i have to do?”

“save new york” you brushed against his cheek lovingly “save our friends, save me, and most of all” you had somehow reappeared in front of him crawling down from her own line of webs. “save yourself.”

“how do i do that?”

“22nd street my love”

mark heard that laugh he always loved to hear, then a sharp pain in his arm again.

“FUCK” he yelled when he woke up, surprised to see that it wasn’t the “pink tarantula” that hit him, but an IV going into the underside of his wrist.

“calm down mr.lee it’s okay, you had quite a scare there” a nurse rubbed his forehead “anything i can get you? some water? some juice you had a pretty bad panic attack there”

mark sighed

‘how am i supposed to save new york with anxiety?’

☀︎☂︎☀︎☂︎

“hyuck” mark said as they walked home from the hospital. “yeah?” he responded taking one of his headphones out his ear. “have you ever been to 22nd street?” haechan shrugged “yeah i’ve been by there, it’s nothing but some apartments...why?”

“i think we have to go there”

that piqued haechan interest, not in a good way though. “you’re not tired i mean...i know you have super stamina but you just had such a bad anxiety attack you passed out” he blinked “i don’t see how you’re not exhausted, fuck— even IM exhausted” mark shrugged and walked in the other direction in hopes to catch a bus, “you coming?”

“so am i like your agent or something” haechan said smacking on the lunchable from his backpack loudly, so loud that mark couldn’t even hear himself think. between the homeless people, the bucket drum line, haechan obnoxious chewing, mark couldn’t hear himself think. “OKAY JUST SHUT UP” he snapped, all attention on him. “oh— uh not you guys i—“ mark quickly became flustered looking at haechan for some help. “OH— uhhh, my friend here has a disorder. sorry about that” haechan rubbed mark on the back, watching as heads turned back to what the were doing. “thank god” mark sighed in relief as they reached their stop. “i feel something...” the same ringing in his ears was back, becoming quieter as he walked in different directions dragging haechan in zigzags along with him

finally, mark and haechan arrived at their “destination”. all it appeared to be was just a regular apartment building. “what the fuck?” mark huffed slamming his fists aganist the wall, accidentally triggering something.

the small alley way they were in between revealed a door, the two boys looked at each other in pure amazement as they jumped through. “what is this?” mark said in awe staring down the walls. “don’t touch anything�� an older man said swatting his hand away “you’re the new guy?” he looked mark up and down “the standards must be in hell”

“hi nice to meet you too!” mark sarcastically said. “i didn’t ask.” the man simply replied. “follow me though.” the boys did as they were told. “i believe that we were all put on this earth for one reason, to wreck havoc and help when havoc wrecks things” the older man laughed at his own terrible joke. “that’s why some people their genetic code is different, they’re products of some very expensive experiments, and my favorite” he chuckled “wrong place right time”

“so where do i fall?” mark wondered out loud. “the third one sweetheart” the older man bent down into a mini fridge and got out something to drink. “so basically what i’m saying kid.” he slurped it loudly in marks ears “help when havoc wrecks, whenever it does”with the snap of fingers, haechan and mark were back home and mark was dressed in a red and blue spandax suit. a black spider embroidered on the chest. “bro? you look—“ mark raised a brow, thinking he was still in his regular clothes. “you look like an actual superhero!” haechan danced around the room. “i do?” he stepped infront of the mirror “oh— I DO”

“what should i call myself. tarantula boy?—no too weird spider boy? no too immature”

“spider-man” haechan suggested

“spider-man...” mark said to himself in the mirror.

“i guess i’m spider man...”

[hatsukeii]

This month is my birthday, so can I request headcanons with Tsukki, kenma, osamu, and sakusa celebrating their s/o’s birthday? Thank you💕💕

Oh my lord happy birthday (month)!!!

(Give me a req when it’s your birthday and I’ll say it again💕💕)

🌙Tsukishima Kei🌙

- This little shit.

- He knows exactly what he wants to do for your birthday.

- You go to school all excited because it’s your birthday yk.

- THIS LITTLE BITCH ACTS LIKE HE DOESN’T REMEMBER.

- Classmates are congratulating you and he’s just like oh wait it’s your birthday today oops sorry I forgot.

- What the fuck???? He’s supposed to be your boyfriend?????

- Okay he didn’t actually forget though he had

- Just that little thing pissed you off so much that you were set in a terrible mood for the rest of the school day.

- People were scared to approach you. Literally.

- You worked aggressively fast in class, snapped at people that questioned you, ignored Tsukki all day.

- But then the end of school came.

- You weren’t expecting anything anymore, but like Tsukishima was your boyfriend and at this point you were just like whatever let me go home and get over it I don’t even care anymore.

- So you waited at the gates for him.

- “(Y/n), come with me.”

- You didn’t even have the mental energy to argue so you just went with him.

- He drags you to the gym right and along the way you’re just like where am I going eh whatever it’s fine.

- Once you’re in the gym, he pulled out a box thing from the storage cupboard.

- “What’s this?”

- “Open it.”

- So you open it right and BOOM!

- A pair of headphones along with a dual adapter.

- “You really thought I would forget? Happy birthday, idiot. I really thought you were mad at me, don’t do that:((“

- “Awww tsukki, thank you! I was annoyed but I didn’t know you remembered-”

- And then the entire volleyball team pounced onto you.

- Birthday party in the gym that then moved to Sugawara’s house.

🍮Kenma Kozume🍮

- Awww he was so subtle about it because baby boy was shy🥺

- But the entire day he was extra soft with you.

- He stayed with you throughout the school day, and didn’t even play his games.

- This day was about YOU, and he was gonna give you all the affection in the world.

- He picked you up from your home in the morning and walked you to the train station.

- Then at school he let you hold his hand out of his pocket for once-

- Brought you extra snacks during breaks.

- Got you banana milk during lunch.

- And at the end of the school day, you were already very content and happy.

- BUT he wasn’t done.

- After school, he dragged Kuroo with him and brought you to a cat cafe because cats.

- And there, turns out he booked an appointment and made a goodie bag of sorts full of cat themed products.

- Your heart COMBUSTED.

- Kuroo was just beaming like an idiot like that’s it that’s my best friend😌✨

- “I know it’s not much, but happy birthday beb.”

- “Not much? NOT MUCH? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? THIS IS MORE THAN ENOUGH! THANK YOU BEBS I LOVE YOU MORE THAN I LOVE TOM NOOK ON MY ISLAND🥰🥰”

- Kuroo doesn’t speak gamer he has no idea what’s happening but he doesn’t matter for now.

- You brought Kenma over to yours and cuddled in matching cat hoodies and fluffy socks for the rest of the night.

- Best birthday ever.

🍙Miya Osamu🍙

- Tbh almost everyone in this list was subtle about it but he was bolder than the others.

- First thing he did was he texted you at like midnight just to say happy birthday.

- And also posted a 20 page story on how much he treasures you and how he wishes you had the best birthday.

- Okay maybe making you feel loved wasn’t the only reason why he did all that.

- I mean obviously he wanted to make you happy and all since it was your special day.

- But this special day was also the perfect outlet to piss his twin off.

- Atsumu’s single rat ass could NEVER.

- Anyways when you got to school he had already prepared everything on your desk.

- The bag on your table was filled with memo sticks, pretty pens, a cute notebook, and those little Haribo gummy bears he knows you love.

- In there, was a card from him.

- “Happy birthday (Y/n). I hope you like what I got you and have an amazing day. -Osamu<3”

- Finished with a cute little onigiri drawing.

- Lol your classmates were so jealous-

- They were just staring at you enviously.

- At lunch, you were about to go get something from the canteen, when Osamu shoves a handkerchief wrapped bento box into your hands.

- “What is this?”

- “I woke up this morning to make these, have them for lunch instead of shitty canteen food.”

- You unwrapped the bento to see four onigiri balls.

- “Aww thank you Samu!”

- “I filled them with Karaage chicken and mayo, just how you like it.”

- More jealous looks your way because of the bento.

- “Oi Osamu, why don’t you do this for my birthday?”

- “Because you’re a rat Atsumu, fuck off.”

- Yep, the daily shenanigans of the Miya twins.

🦠Sakusa Kiyoomi🦠

- Nothing

- This man just gives you a bunch of masks and a bottle of clorox for your birthday that’s it.

- “Happy birthday, I hope you like what I got you.”

I hope you liked these!! Lol idk all of them seem v subtle about it but eh true to the character ig

[ribosoons]

"what are gonna do about it? give me detention slip?"| Wonwoo

Wonwoo x reader || Fluff

Warnings: suggestive, mentions of alcohol, profanity 

Summary: You basically hate each other.

a/n: my first lOoOong au omgggg!!! i worked for it days!! I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE WILL LIKE IT!!!!

"wow the caveman finally decides to come out of his cave"

"wow the house rat wasn't still learning her lesson not to put her nose on other's business'"

you scoffed on wonwoo's response. you gave him a look and he just gave you a smile that 'ha-stfu-bitch'. you just rolled your eyes and enter your room.

you live in a rent-a-room-kinda house full of people you don't know. well, you befriended them except jeon wonwoo, the caveman you knew.

And you are the only one who suffer?!

you can't remember the exact reason why you hated this man but all you can think of is:

you can give a longer list aside from this but this might take a while if ever you list them.

you tried to give wonwoo a talk about his noise but you may or may not became rude telling him to shut up.

since then, your housemates knew that both of you hated each other. like hate hate hate.

...

"so, what do you want for your birthday?" your friend Soonyoung asked.

"a cat" you blatantly said.

"hm" he laid his back to his chair when a student knocked to your faculty's door.

"is ms y/n there?" your student jana asked.

you quickly showed yourself and took the papers in her hands.

"thank you jana!"

you look at the pile of paper placed in your hand and thought. 'i will be up all night checking these papers'

later that night, as expected, you are up and checking your student's paper.

"WELL YEAH FUCK YOU KIM MINGYU YOU SUCK!" you heard wonwoo shouts followed by a burst of laughter.

you rubbed your temples and put on your earphones. but for your thin walls' sake. you can still hear wonwoo shout.

you got up to your seat and knock on wonwoo's room.

after 5 knocks still no response and you can still his rage.

you opened his door and took the nearest thing you can touch, which is this white coat, and threw it at him.

with his quick response he looked at you then his monitor and you saw him die to his game and the word "defeat" on this game and you heard a murmur of raging testosterone in his headphones.

"what?" he said while squinting his eyes on me.

"you are so noisy"

"what are gonna do about it? give me detention slip?"

you rolled your eyes to wonwoo because of his response and you slammed his door. opening again saying "please shut the fuck up im doing my papers"

and slammed the door again.

gladly wonwoo shut up this night thus having you a great night checking your students' paper.

...

you woke up to loud knocks to your door. you stood up and opened your door.

"can you please" you saw a grumpy wonwoo standing in front of you.

"what?"

"alarm. your alarm kept on ringing for the last 10 minutes. keep it down"

"what?" your nerves suddenly woke up and ran back to your phone and checked the time.

"oh shit" you murmur and took your towel and ran to your bathroom and took a shower.

with an unbelievable pace, you got to the school on time.

you walked peacefully while the students greet you their good mornings and replying to them also a good morning.

you got to your table and get ready for your first subject class.

"oh shit the papers" you suddenly realized and panicked. "oh shit oh shit"

"what?" soonyoung asked.

"I forgot my student's paper"

"cant you call home?"

"you are so genius"

you called the house's landline.

"hello?"

"hello this is y/n. who's this?"

"ah y/n noona! it is me chan!"

"ah! great! you have university today?"

"this evening but i need to shift to the cafe"

"i see. the thing is, can you bring me the pile of papers placed on my table?"

"sure!"

"thank you! the spare key of my room is placed under the nearest plant"

"okay!! see you!"

"see you thank you! i'll treat you lunch"

"ah no thanks. do my papers instead?"

"haha no. i'll treat you lunch"

"fine"

you hang up the call and go to your first class.

...

"happy birthday!" Soonyoung called as soon as you entered the faculty room.

"what?" your co-teachers were also saying their greetings.

Soonyoung shoved the cake to you face (not literally) and said "make a wish"

you closed your eyes and made a wish, wishing that you'll have a boyfriend before this year ends.

everyone claps and wished you a happy birthday once again after you blew the cake. everyone go back to their respective places and did their work.

"hey i have a gift for you" you followed Soonyoung to your faculty's coffee room and there you saw a kitten placed inside a cage.

"surprise" you gave Soonyoung a hug and thank him with all your heart.

"uhh sorry to interrupt you two but someone is looking for you ms. y/n" you looked to where your co-teacher pointing and saw wonwoo squinting his eyes on you.

he's on his black polo pairing with his black tie, he's not wearing his glasses? oh contacts.

you let go Soonyoung and fixed your blouse.

"what?" you asked soon as you came closer to wonwoo.

"is he your boyfriend?" now it's your turn to squint your eyes on him

"no, do you like him?"

"no"

"why are you here?" you asked.

"chan said i need to give these papers" he said and giving you a paper bag.

"oh. why?"

"the boy is running late"

"and you?"

"i'm on lunch break"

"how much time is your lunch break doctor Jeon?"

"not much"

"then go away you are running out of time. ill tell your boss you kept on slacking"

"wow after i gave you your papers? you're welcome madame"

"just kidding. thanks a bunch. have a great day!" you gave him a smile.

"so i can make noise later?"

"it's still a no for me"

"ok. i have to go"

"yeah see you" wonwoo turn his back to you. clutching the paper bag, you saw wonwoo walk back to you again.

"i forgot i got you this" he said while giving the boba he's been holding the whole time.

"for me?"

"yeah. its your birthday right?" he said still on his squinting eyes.

he's giving you a gift yet his face is just,,, squinting his eyes.

"t-thanks?"

"ok bye"

you just there watching his back, while drinking the boba he gave you, going further and further until he's gone.

"ms. y/n is he your boyfriend?" you almost choke with the boba to the sudden voice you heard.

"what? jana it's you! how can I help you?"

"no no, we are just walking around and we saw you with your boyfriend a minute ago"

"boyfriend? who?"

"the one who gave you those. so sweet he gave you a gift and a booobaaaa" they sing sang

"no jana, he's just a delivery man who delivered your papers. kindly distribute this to your classmates" they gave you a disappointed sigh.

"oh we thought he's your boyfriend. oh well, you should go out with Mr. Kwon instead!" you chuckled because of the silliness of your students.

"haha no, now go and enjoy your break while it lasts and distributes them"

"ok ms. y/l/n! see you later!"

...

you were about to get out when one of your students called you, it was jana.

"yes jana?"

"is this yours ms?" jana asked giving you the cute pin. "i saw it inside the paper bag you gave, i think it's yours. it was neither mine nor kath's"

it was a pin with a black cat printed on it.

"oh y/n it looks like this cat" soonyoung point out showing the cat he gave you.

it was.

"oh"

"goodbye ms. y/n! mr. kwon!" your student bid their goodbye.

"so it was from doctor jeon. i see" you squit your eyes to soonyoung which made him laugh.

"in your dreams kwon soonyoung. it was from chan im sure"

"ok y/l/n y/n"

...

as you got home chan instantly came to you.

"ah noona im sorry i didn't come. oh- is that a cat?"

"no its a rat" chan didn't answer instead he asked you what her name was.

"oh, actually i sill don't know" his question made you think what her name would be.

"oh chan" you could the younger whose petting the cat inside the cage you are holding.

"thank for the cute pin" you thanked him

"what pin?"

"the can pin?"

"i don't know what you are talking about" you just shrug and left the cat to chan and run a bathe for yourself.

going out of your room, wonwoo walked past you. before he opens his door he called your name.

"y/n, your spare keys" he said. he was about to come into his room when you halt him. you rush into your room and pick the pin jana saw inside the paper bag.

"is this yours? or someone from you vet?" you asked.

"no, never seen that" he said and finally entered his room.

you just shrugged and go to your newly adopted cat.

you sat beside chan and you two finally thinking what you should name this black cat.

"let's name her cat but in a different language"

"no"

"lets call her doggie"

"y/n please no"

"fish?"

"noona"

"sorry"

you two just stare at the cute cat thinking what would her name be.

"call her jett"

you two synchronously look back and saw wonwoo sipping his banana milk.

you squit your eyes on him.

"why?"

"because she's jett black"

you grabbed your little cat "ok you are now jett" you smiled to wonwoo.

chan saw his older hyung taken aback with your smile and gave him a meaningful smile.

wonwoo just rolled his eyes to chan which made the younger laugh.

"why are you laughing?"

"nothing"

...

"jett momma is home where are you" you yelled.

as soon as you get into your house's lounge area you saw wonwoo feeding your cat.

"what are you doing?"

"feeding your cat" he said not looking at you

"yes my cat"

"do you want her to starve into her death?" you just rolled your eyes and left the cat with the care of wonwoo to change your clothes and freshen up a little bit.

you go directly to wonwoo and you saw your cat sleeping peacefully on wonwoo's lap while he rubs her head.

He carefully lifted the little one but she insisted to stay on wonwoo's lap.

you have no choice but to sit beside wonwoo and wait for your cat to had her sleep deeper.

"how's work?" he randomly asked.

"good" you answered shortly. wonwoo just gave you a look seems like asking for more information.

"it was tiring. students are just too energetic for my liking. how about the vet?" you asked.

"common things happened. dogs, cats, hamsters with their monthly check-up and such" you gave him a nod.

you two were silent.

"wow you two at peace? no yelling?" your housemate minghao asked.

you both look at his squinting your eyes

"no" you said and carefully took the baby kitten on wonwoo's lap and go directly to your room.

...

this has become a routine for both of you, you going home seeing wonwoo feeding jett or just casually playing with her and you'll fix yourself and sit beside wonwoo waiting for the cat to sleep.

"wow what are you two? a newly wedded couple who bought a cat as their child?" mingyu asked. wonwoo brushed off the question by raising his middle finger.

wonwoo and mingyu left you with the cat because the two of them will play games, as usual, so you prepared yourself a food leaving jett inside your room since her toys were there. although she had toys around the house because of wonwoo, it is better to be safe than sorry that is why you left your cat inside the room.

after you washed your dishes you brought jett her cat food with you.

you opened the door and immediately saw jett laying in your floor with red stains surrounding her.

you panicked, you dropped jett's food and immediately knock on wonwoos door. it was mingyu who opened the door but you barged in and removed wonwoo's earphone and drag him into your room.

"y/n what the fuck"

"jett"

"what happened to jett?" right after he saw jett on your floor he quickly took gathered his first aid tools and check her pulse and heart rate.

"she's"

"she's what?" your cat meowed and licked wonwoo's fingers.

"what?" you repeated your self.

wonwoo looked around and saw the small bottle of lip tint around the cat. he was about to report what he saw to you but he saw you crying.

wonwoo placed down the broken glass of tint and gave you a hug while rubbing your back whispering that jett is in good condition, that i was all just misunderstanding. you kept on weeping but wonwoo stayed put in his place hugging you.

"everything is all right" he said and you broke off the hug.

you look around and saw jett purring at you. you let out a soft chuckle while sniffing.

"you silly cat" and you gave jett a hug.

after what happened you told wonwoo you have to clean jett's mess leading him to go back to his room and saw mingyu playing alone.

"you are restricted for 5 minutes, you were afk"

"yeah" wonwoo replied and sat to his seat.

"you two really looks like a new wedded couple~" mingyu sing sang

"shut up"

"no look. you have to confess"

"no shut up" wonwoo firmly said.

"ok if that what you really think" mingyu laughs.

"who was the dude who gave her cat again? soon- whaat? he's totally getting her"

wonwoo gave no answer on mingyu's statements living the younger dude laughing.

...

lunch break at your school, as usual, students keep on knocking on your door to ask for their teachers when they should be having a good lunch meal.

"miss y/l/n, someone is looking for you"

"how many times i have to tell my students i want to have a peaceful lunchtime" you ranted at soonyoung.

"welp this is what you've signed up for" you rolled your eyes and drank your water and go directly to the door.

in your surprise, it was not a student who's looking at you but it was wonwoo.

"uhh" he said, he may look calmed inside but dude he's panicking.

"what are you doing here?"

"i dont really know" you squint your eyes trying to look into his soul.

you were about to go back to your table when wonwoo grab your arms. "here" he gave you a paper bag and he flees away.

"how can he even surpass the guards?" you looked inside the paper bag and saw a boba and chocolate in it.

huh?

...

The next day, wonwoo came again but this time he barges into your class.

"you see im teaching" you said squinting your eyes.

"i can tell" he plainly stated.

"what do you want?"

"you" you were stunned when he said the word.

"what?"

"i mean i want you to have this. have a great day" again, he gave you a paper bag this time inside it, it has a slice of cake in it.

"yieeee miss y/n is he your boyfriend?" one of your students asked.

"oh! miss isn't he the one who gave you the pin?" jana asked.

"what pin?"

"the cattoooo~" she sing sang. you brushed off the questions and continued discussing.

the following days were the same, wonwoo kept on giving you foods during you-dont-know-when.

"lets have a bet" soonyoung interrupted you.

"no"

"oh come on!"

"hit me"

"i bet wonwoo likes you" his statement made you stop checking the papers and froze.

"oh i see~ you also like the guy~" he sing sang.

...

you just got home, trying to speed up your pace to avoid wonwoo.

"y/n i gave jett her monthl-"

"thanks" you quickly took jett from his grasp and run to your room. Jett meowed at you while looking.

"no, you have to stay away from him"

...

from the past few days, you kept on avoiding wonwoo. whenever he visits you to your workplace you always send soonyoung to talk to him.

in the house, you are trying to break wonwoo's and jett's bond by getting her and running to your room.

You dont know what to do.

"hey y/n" minghao called you

"yeah?"

"ill be hosting a party tomorrow here in our flat, are you okay with that? i kinda surveying everyone to know if yall are comfortable me having a party here"

"yeah sure! im okay with that"

"really? okay! it will be starting in 5pm!" you gave minghao a smile.

tomorrow came, it was saturday so it was kinda a free day for you (tho you have tons of paper to check but hey! it was a party, you need to join in!)

you came out of your room at exactly 5pm and everything was basically set up neatly. pingpong table, the drinks, the lights, everything!!

you roam around and saw some familiar figures and some weren't. you asked soonyoung also to come, minghao basically didnt give a shit you inviting someone.

this dude is rich.

"hey!" soonyoung danced going towards you.

"wassup!"

"nice party"

"this wasnt my plan tho"

you and soonyoung are just sticking to each other's company. Got drinks for yourselves.

you both are sitting in the couch while you and soonyoung chug the whole bottle of soju betting who will finish it first. you are so glad you took the peach flavored soju which put you in so much in advantage.

"I WON!" you declared.

"not fair" soonyoung checked your bottle and it was proven empty.

"hi y/n!" suddenly a wild mingyu appeared infront of you.

"oh hi! youre also here!"

"yeah i was invited by wonwoo"

"ah yeah the caveman ofcourse" mingyu excused himself and go directly to wonwoo's room.

"dude there is a fucking party outside and youre here playing valorant"

"yeah, and we are duoing"

"uh no, you need to socialize" mingyu chirped.

"pass, i had my annual socializing last month. ill be socializing next year"

"yeah soonyoung and y/n are together" mingyu blurt made wonwoo look at him. mingyu very well know that wonwoo is very much into you.

"lets take a few shots" wonwoo said leaving his pc and dragged mingyu outside.

wonwoo saw you laughing with soonyoung at the couch made him squint his eyes.

"i see. a point for soonyoung for today" mingyu giggled.

wonwoo chug his whole soju bottle and took a deep sigh.

"what now?" wonwoo asked looking at his friend.

"what what now? are you stupid? you need to make a move!" mingyu nagged.

"yeah, but she kept on avoiding me"

"yeah she 100% hates you" mingyu said which made wonwoo take another bottle of soju and chug it which made mingyu laugh.

"you are pussy"

"yeah fuck off"

wonwoo and mingyu are just watching you and soonyoung from sides. it was a shock for both of wonwoo ang mingyu when you and soonyoung stood up and saw you both going directly to your bedroom.

"someone's going to get her. hurry up" mingyu pushed wonwoo which made him run.

"hey! y/n!" wonwoo called before you two-step inside your room.

"what?" you respond.

"can we talk?"

"no" soonyoung just nudged you which made your eye roll.

"you go inside first" you instructed soonyoung and look at wonwoo.

"what do you want to talk about?"

"can we talk inside my room? its kinda loud here" you nod and follow him inside his room.

"are you avoiding me?" his question made you caught off guard thus making you hold your breath.

"yes" you said trying to sound confident. maybe because of the amount of alcohol you consumed.

"stop playing with my feelings" you whispered but wonwoo heard it loud and clear. you look down looking at you heels clutching your fist trying to stop yourself from crying.

"why?"

you felt wonwoo hold your chin bring it up. you two lock your gaze.

"i like you y/n" wonwoo pressed his lips into yours and quickly retreated. he looked at your facial expression and saw you squinting your eyes. which made him giggled and kissed you again.

you two kissed moving against each other. wonwoo moved his hand, left on you waist right on your nape.

you wrapped your arms in wonwoo's neck and just go with the flow in your kiss.

"you know what y/n" wonwoo said between your kisses.

"what?" you responded still kissing him back.

"i love you" he said. you felt him smile between your kisses.

you two break off from each other. placing wonwoo's forehead into yours.

"i wanna know if you like me too. if not, ill make you love me"

"well i kinda like you" you said laughing bringing your head on wonwoo's chest.

wonwoo held you head carefully and placed a kiss on top of your head and say "i will take care of you and jett"

"promise?"

"i promise"

"just so you know the reason why im looking at you that way because i forgot my glasses at my office"

[acrobaticcatfeline]

Of Books, Brothers, and Broadway (Creativitwins College AU) Chapter Two!!!

Word Count: 3814

TW: Remus, Janus, ocean creatures, I.E. octopus, swearing, I think thats it?

Pairings: pining logince and dukeceit right now, mentioned established moxiety.

Notes: This is pages 4-11 of a current 24. I can like, literally not stop writing this it is a stream of consciousness and I haven’t felt this productive or creative in such a long time. We meet the other 5 in this finally! At this point with 24 pages I think the title should be Of Books, Brothers, Broadway, and Boys. So there’s a little hint. Listen I’m just desperate for soft.

Summary: Roman and Remus are trying to write a musical all while juggling their college courses and jobs. Remus and Roman both inadvertently end up introducing their friend group to their brother and two are pining hard for their brothers best friend. Meanwhile, Remus talks to his boss and gets some news that makes his day.

“Hiya Roman!!! Hey wait up a sec!”

Roman was walking through campus when he heard Patton trying to grab his attention over his headphones. He pulled the headset off his head and turned towards the energetic friend who was racing to catch him.

“Howdy Popstar! I missed you last period, where were you?”

Patton panted softly as he tried to catch his breath. He finally smiled up at Roman.

“Oh yeah, my boyfriend is at home sick and I lost track of time. I didn’t even think about it until his phone alarm went off for his online class, what did I miss?”

“Oh nothing much, another duet skit, lucky for you, you got paired with me!”

“Oh boy, what skit?”

“I’ll give you the packet when we get to class, but it's from midsummer nights”

“Ohhhh I love that play!!!”

Roman was just about to bring up the musical he and Remus had started, being called the magicians notebook, when JJ walked up. He gave a casual peace sign and Patton waved.

“What's up with our favorite preps today?”

“Well actually I was just about to tell Patton about this musical-”

Jay decided to jump in front of them, now walking backwards as he stared at Roman with barely restrained joy.

“Musical you say? What’s it called? Who made it? Do I know about it?”

Roman chuckled.

“It's actually one me and my brother are making”

“YOU'RE MAKING A MUSICAL!?”

Roman couldn't hold back the loud laughter at JJ’s response, he doubled over laughing, still smiling widely as JJ was bouncing on his heels and Patton stared at him in awe.

“Wow, you and your brother are making a musical?”

“Roman I don't think I have to explain to you just how mother fucking rad that is, I think you know that already, but whats it about? Do you have any songs yet? Do you have a name yet? Who's your brother? I have so many questions Roman I can't believe I wasn't the first person you told!!!”

“You were you dork! You and Patton are currently the only ones who know about it!”

“I need answers Roman!”

“Salutations Remus. I presume you got your portion of the assignment done… 2 minutes ago?”

Remus rushed to his seat as their professor started class. He rubbed the back of his neck and laughed nervously.

“Am I that obvious Shakespeare?”

Logan stared at him emotionlessly. He looked him over then leaned his head on his hand.

“You are barely on time, cluing me in that you were preoccupied with something and lost track of time, your bag is still open, likely due to you shoving your laptop in it hurriedly without double checking the zipper, and of course, you looked sheepish as you sped in, hinting that you were doing something you weren't supposed to be doing slash doing something you were supposed to have done earlier last minute, instead of proud like you do when you were wasting your time on something you felt justified in taking your time on”

Remus shrunk. Logan could always read him like an open book, though it was his fault for befriending the psychology major he supposes. He felt ready to be completely humiliated as Logan smirked and pulled up his phone.

“And of course, the text I got from you an hour ago warning me that you might run late because of the assignment was a nice bonus”

Remus felt his cheeks redden as he remembered messaging him. He probably shouldn't be so surprised and attacked and yet he turned his face towards their professor with a huff as he pulled out his notebook and textbook. He was startled out of his thoughts as he heard the hall door open suddenly. He turned towards the noise and snickered as he saw Virgil clambering towards them as quietly as possible.

“Mr. Storm I would appreciate that if you are late to class you attempt to cause less of a distraction to the rest of your peers”

“Y-yes sir, I’ll keep that in mind”

Remus had to cover his mouth as Virgil squeezed past them and took the spot on the other side of him. He gave him a quick look and went back to the text. A small piece of paper slipped in front of him as Virgil unpacked that asked if he had missed anything. Remus shook his head idly. The three kept quiet until the teacher released them. As they packed up, Logan started a conversation.

“What made you late Virge?”

“Huh? Oh, I'm not feeling great, I woke up feeling like shit. I was originally going to just stay home sick, but I remembered our project so here I am I guess”

“Oh, Vee, you could've texted us, you didn't have to come if you were dying”

“Meh, I spent too much on this class to miss it. Especially since it's one of my prereqs. I’ll survive”

“Well I guess if you're gonna be here we might as well take advantage of it. I don't have any more classes today, you guys want to get some writing done?”

“I suppose that would be amenable”

“Sure, but I need some caffeine first, haven't had any at all today”

“Good god how were you able to drive here?”

��I can function without coffee if I get enough sleep. I also am simply not addicted”

“Well that is ridiculous, you must not be human. But I could go for a soda right now. Want me to take orders and meet you guys at the library?”

“Lit. you know what I want”

“Oh my god, somebody needs to take your flashcards”

“If you like having 5 fingers on each hand I would recommend you not do that”

Remus was getting annoyed with his brother. He was quietly ranting on the phone at him in the study room he had booked with Logan and Virgil.

“Roman, I literally could not give a shit if you told your friends about the musical idea, I was gonna tell mine as well. … so fucking what if its my final? None of your friends are in any of my courses, I'm not scared they're gonna plagiarize me, you trust them, I'm sure that you have half a decent taste in friends. … Listen, I can't deal with all of you right now, I have a collaborative story I'm supposed to be working on, we can deal with this when I get home. Just like, have a glass of your shitty wine and maybe you'll calm down. I gotta go, i’ll see you later”

Logan smirked at him as he hung up. He did the lean again and god Remus could throw him into the wall.

“What's this about a musical I hear? I didn't take you for a song and dance guy”

Remus sighed, brushing his hand through his hair as he sat down in front of his computer.

“I'm not, but my brother is. When we were younger he said that we should make a musical together. And as a man of my word, I've been working on a book for a musical for him. He's already got a couple of songs written up for it and we’re working with it. It's actually not half bad. He may drive me insane, but he's talented at what he does”

Remus had just started typing when his phone alarm went off. His eyes widened and he scrambled to pack up again.

“SHIT!!! I have a meeting with my boss, they're giving me an octopus to care for I can't believe I forgot I'm such an idiot oh shit I'm gonna be late and they won't-”

Logan stopped his hands. He looked him calmly in the eyes with a small smile.

“Hey, we’ll pack for you and drop your stuff off for you, just go and get that octopus Remus”

Remus smiled gratefully and after checking he had his phone and keys, he ran to get home.

“Hello Dr. sanders! Please come in!”

The doctor smiled at him as he stepped inside. He glanced around the area idly with a smile.

“With how energetic and, well, chaotic you are at work I didn't expect your home to be so immaculate!”

“Heheh, yeah I prefer a clean canvas. Sorry not everything is in place, I kinda forgot about this until just a bit ago and had to rush out of a study group. It's usually cleaner than this, well, at least most of it is, my brother is a mess, but he has a completely separate space. Oh boy I’m talking a lot”

“It's fine kid. Mind showing me where you'd be keeping her?”

Remus nodded and led the doctor into his room, and suddenly he felt a little self conscious over all the terrariums in his room. Dr. Sanders paid his full attention to the fish tank.

“This is impressive, it's a nice little ecosystem for all of them, are you sure Cephy won't disrupt them all?”

“Oh! Yes, I did a little research on her breed and none of the fish in there are food for her, nor is she food for. I know she's super friendly and all these guys have been very receptive to new members in the past, my newest one is the angel fish but she doesn't seem to be bothered by bigger creatures. I also have a back up tank for worst case scenarios, and the fish don't bother my brother!”

“Only thing I'd say is, maybe add some driftwood or floating objects for her to lay on”

He then turned to look at the other tanks. He smiled as he saw the lizards scatter a bit. Remus felt like he was about to die.

“These are pretty nice! You have a nice assortment of reptiles here, where'd you get them?”

“Oh, um, just uh, just outside. A good amount of lizard friends come to our patio, and every once in a while they'll like, crawl up to me. My family says I’m the reptile whisperer heh”

“That's intriguing. Most of these species are loner types, were they hurt?”

“Um, some of them were, got beat up by a local cat or something I think”

“Huh. that's even more fascinating. Anyways, back to the point. You know the rules with Cephy right? You aren't in charge of buying her food or medication until we decide whether or not she can be released. If she doesn't cut it, we will likely have you keep her rather than attempt to remove her from familiarity and then she will become your responsibility alone. She may have an attitude the first few days from moving around, but for the most part she will integrate well I think. If any complications arise, you have my personal number, and I think that's it! We will send her home with you tomorrow with a week's supplies. Any questions?”

“No sir! Thank you so much, you won't regret this, I swear!”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you last week! We were asked to lower our number of interns!”

“What? Wait why are you telling me this?”

“Well, due to that we had to make some changes, and i'd like to formally offer you a full time job! And of course, by full time, I don't plan on changing your hours unless it works with your school schedule. We would love to keep you as one of our marine biologists once you graduate!”

“I- sir, thank you so much, I, I am so grateful! Wait, does that mean I can get even more hands on experience with the critters? Oh thank you so much!”

“Heh, you're one of our best workers, I figure it might be helpful to have a proper wage. But on that note, I really should be going, I have an appointment in an hour and it's a 45 minute drive from here”

“Oh, yeah! Yes, of course, here, I’ll show you out!”

When Roman got home he didn't expect to have Remus tackle him.

“Whats up Remus?”

“I PASSED!!! SHE'S COMING TOMORROW!!! AND I GOT A PROMOTION!!! ROMAN I GOT A RAISE, I'M GETTING AN EXTRA 5 DOLLARS AN HOUR I CAN'T BELIEVE MY LUCK!!!”

“Holy shit man, maybe you should be paying all the bills now, you make way fuckin more than I do at the cafe!”

“Oh, wait, fuck, Logan and Virgil are coming by fuck I gotta clean”

Roman just about died laughing as Remus ran around trying to tidy the place. It was only a few minutes before there was a knock on the door. Roman got it as Remus made a pot of coffee.

“Hello!”

“Hello Remus! We came to return your bag and your soda that you left at the library”

“Logan open your eyes, that's not Remus. Remus has a mustache you fool”

Logan opened his eyes to see Remus. But not Remus, Remus was more scruffy, and he was shorter, Remus was only a little taller than him, but the not Remus in front of him towered a good several inches over him. And the biggest difference to Logan, was Remus had auburn eyes, almost red, the not Remus in front of him had bright green eyes. Logan felt his cheeks redden. He looked down sheepishly after having stared.

“My apologies, you must be Remus’ brother. My name is Logan and this is Virgil”

“Well hello there Logan and Virgil, my name is Roman. Please, come in”

“Roman STOP FLIRTING!!!”

The two stepped in and laughed as Roman shouted back.

“I LITERALLY JUST SAID HELLO AND MY NAME OH MY GOD”

Logan and Virgil wandered in, meeting Remus in the living room, greeting them with a smile and cups of coffee. The two took them graciously and sat down at Remus’ request. While Remus stayed in the kitchen as he searched for snacks in the cabinet, Roman leaned against the wall, giving the guests a quick look over. He smiled faintly as he saw the glasses clad one, Logan he reminded himself, turn red at the attention.

“Roman did you ever go to the store and get what I asked you for?”

“Of course not, you didn't give me a list and I prefer to keep our phone calls to twice a month and I was out of calls”

“You're an idiot”

“Yeah I sorta went into the least brainy major I could find. You're supposed to be the brainy one”

Remus sighed as he brought out a plate of fruits and chips and dip. He shot a glare at Roman's smirk.

“What are you smirking about now?”

“Oh nothing, just a little offended that you hid your cute friends from me”

Roman nearly sputtered after the words left his mouth as Logan turned bright red. Virgil just rolled his eyes at him and Remus looked just about ready to smash his glass of coffee over Roman's head, but he stayed resolute.

“Roman, can't you just go flirt with a random tree? Or one of my lizards! Keith would love a boyfriend!”

“I would rather make out with an octopus”

“Well duh! Octopi are great kissers!”

“God you and Jay would get along so well I really need to introduce you two”

“Yeah sure I would, with one of your theatre nerd friends”

Virgil then sat up a bit. He looked between the twins with a grin.

“Oh wait, theatre nerds? You wouldn't happen to be the Roman my boyfriend keeps telling me about?”

“Depends, who is he?”

“Patton Corwyn”

“Oh fuck yeah! He's one of my best friends!”

“Then I agree with him, you would love Jay”

Remus grumbled something into his coffee. He sent another glare towards Roman as he set down his cup.

“Roman I know you don't know anything about courtesy, but you are making my friends uncomfortable, could you go do your messy things in your room or something?”

“Wait we aren't-”

“Lucky for you I've got a shift at the cafe in a bit, I just gotta change. Nice meeting you Logan, Virgil, see you later rem”

Roman gave a finger salute before diving into his room. Logan almost felt sad at his departure. He tried to focus back on his coffee and his computer screen but Virgil nudged him and sent him a knowing smirk. He glared at his screen instead.

“Does our bookworm have a crush?”

“Oh please do not have a crush on him he’ll be so cocky and dumb!”

“I, I don't have a crush, shut up, your apartment is just really warm. Shut up!”

He angrily typed away as the other two giggled at his bright cheeks. A door opened and Logan turned to see, and he really shouldn't have turned to see. Roman was wearing black slacks, a red button up shirt and a black half apron. And who said he was allowed to be so attractive? Roman gave him a quick wink before looking over at Remus.

“Is it my night for dinner?”

“Yes”

“K, I’ll text you when my shift is done and get your order. See you later”

“Cool, k, leave! I'm trying to study!”

“Ok ok!”

Logan wasn’t free of the teasing until he finally left.

“Good afternoon! Welcome to Dream Bean! What can I get for you today?”

“Hiya Roman! Strawberry acai with extra whipped cream large please?”

“Ah, Patton, I see your taste remains a slave to the pink drink, it'll be right up!”

“Don't shame me! It's sweet and healthy!”

“And has no caffeine, but I’ll leave it be, promise”

“Oh, and a blueberry muffin!”

“Alrighty! That'll be 7 dollars!”

Roman loved his job. The dream bean coffee shop had higher prices than the local Starbucks, but they had better drinks and food in his humble opinion. The college students in the town were spoiled, they got discounts at the place and most alumni swore by the little shop. It was a staple of the town, and Roman had been coming to it for as long as he can remember. He paid no attention to the fact that both his friends had decided to nestle in a corner of the little shop far longer than they were technically supposed to. That is, until he clocked out, making himself a cafe mocha before popping over to the booth the two had stolen away to. He raised his eyebrow at them as he took a sip of his drink.

“What brings you two here?”

“Can't we just want some of the best coffee in the world?”

“Considering Patton didn't get coffee, and from the looks of it you got a hot chocolate with a shot of espresso, no, no you can't”

“Ok so we wanted to know more about your musical! Sue us!”

“Hmm, how about I tell you about it on a walk, if Patton tells me why he didn't mention that his boyfriend is friends with my brother. And why you didn't introduce me to Logan”

“Deal!”

Patton giggled as he brought his new cup of coffee to his lips. He and Virgil stood and followed Roman out the door.

“I didn't know your brother and Vee were friends! He must be Remus then right?”

“Mhmm. whole family of mythology names, my uncle's name is Romulus”

“Hmm! I haven't actually met him, Virgil doesn't bring his friends over a lot. But why are you more upset about not knowing about Logan?”

“I mean, hes hot as fuck, would’ve liked to talk t him more but I had to leave for work before I could say much more than hello or goodbye. He looks smart. Wouldn't take him for a creative writing guy”

“Oh he's a psych major, he wants to write scientific journals and studies and stuff. There wasn't a minor choice for journalism, so he figured creative writing would fulfill the same things. He's actually really talented, he writes lots of sci-fi and fantasy things, he's a huge nerd, but he's really sweet”

“He blushed at like anything I said, it was adorable. Remus almost killed me”

“Ok as much as I love hearing your tea on guys, I do not care about this near as much as I care about this musical”

Patton and Roman both devolved into a mess of laughter at JJ’s insistence about the musical. Roman pulled out his phone with a grin and gave Jay a sympathetic look.

“Ok, let me text Remus for his dinner order and then I’ll tell you all about it”

Remus just about groaned when he heard keys jingle in the door. He was sprawled across the couch, legs over the top of it and his head and arms draped on the floor. He was even more tempted as he heard more voices mix with his brothers. He shouted across the apartment when the door opened.

“YOU NEED TO STOP EXISTING, LOGAN WOULDN'T STOP THIRSTING OVER YOU THE WHOLE TIME HE WAS HERE!”

“Too bad, he's kinda cute!”

Remus fell off the couch as Roman and his friends walked in. mostly because one of them was hot as balls. He hoped beyond hope that he was the Jay Roman had mentioned from earlier. Jay had a face full of scars on one side of his face, and wore a pastel yellow shirt with a jean vest covered in pins. He also wore a deep yellow beanie. Remus couldn't look away as he stood up again.

“Oh! Uh hello! Roman’s friends!”

The other one smiled brightly, just about as bright as his pastel blue jumper and white suspenders. He held out one hand, the other filled with bags of food. Remus shook his hand.

“Hiya! I'm Patton! And you're the Remus my boyfriend keeps talking about!”

“Hello! That must mean that you are Jay?”

Jay stuttered after actually getting a good look at him. He nodded and smiled back at him.

“You can um, you can call me Janus! If, if you want that is! Um, Roman told us about the musical you two are writing and it's really cool! I uh, I know it's gonna be great!”

Remus grinned, and let out a giggle as Roman leaned on him. Janus hissed at him and swatted at Roman’s arm.

“Be careful not to corrupt this one, he's a baby”

“I AM 19 YEARS OLD YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!!”

“And a freshman. This makes you babey. Regardless, I know you are also a weirdo who loves reptiles, and my brother has a collection that i'm sure he would be delighted to show you”

“repTILES?!”

At that, Janus started bouncing and god, Roman was right, he is babey. Remus grins and nods excitedly as well.

“I can do that! I'd love to show off my babies! But dinner first, I've been begging Roman to let us have Thai food for weeks!”

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[occasionally-writing]

We’re Soulmates!

A/N: I...am not sure if I am quite proud of this one, but I tried my best. This was my first soulmate kind of fanfic and like I said, I really don’t think it’s too good. I’m sorry if this isn’t too good @whatisadecentusername. This is heavily based of episode six and unless I say so otherwise...I don’t think I should really do anymore soulmates/soulmark fanfics due to how much I struggled with this. I want to make good stuff and I just don’t think I did okay one this. Other than that, I hope you and everyone else likes it.

Summary: To Tharn, sharing a soulmark with Type was hard and Type finally realizes he was wrong and tries to make it up to Tharn by apologizing to him.

Word Count: 2000

Laying his bed with his headphones in, Tharn kept his gaze out the window, examining the night sky as he was left alone in his and Type’s dorm room. The last few days have been disastrous and honestly so depressing that Tharn hasn’t been in the mood for anything. He had been skipping classes and eating his meals was another thing he hasn’t been doing well on. He barely ate anything for breakfast or lunch and he had completely skipped dinner. Shaking the thought of food out of his head, Tharn buried his face in the pillow and stared down at his wrist where a small tattoo like mark of a musical note attached to a soccer ball rested on the inside of his arm. Reaching out, Tharn rubbed at it softly with his thumb as he felt the emotion he was feeling earlier at the bar rise up again. Sniffing softly, Tharn buried his soulmark arm away from his line of sight before he slammed his eyes shut, sealing the tears that were threatening to spill from them inside. Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to get some sleep, Tharn just rested with his eyes closed as he thought about everything that happened earlier within the day. 

“You’re seeing another person, Type! I have a right to be mad! We’re sharing soulmarks for fucks sake!” Tharn growled out, meeting Type head on once he finally got home from being on a date with that girl. Tharn could not believe that he had to hear from Techno that his soul partner was on a date and seeing another girl while they were in a casual relationship and having sex literally almost every night. Hearing the growl that Type let out as they continued to yell and scream at each other, Tharn felt his mind snap as he lost his cool and yelled something he knew he usually wouldn’t say on any circumstance. “You’re my bitch!”

The punch that Type landed right across his face knocked him back to his senses a bit once he realized what he shouted. Listening to Type scream at him about not having a right to demand who he had sex with or who he saw, Tharn tried to keep the tears out of his eyes as he held his face, continuing to listen to Type go off until he finally stopped, panting as he tried to catch his breath while he glared at the silent Tharn. Not saying another word, Tharn moved his teary gaze away from Type and only observed from the corner of his eye as Type gathered his pillow and comforter, leaving the room with the dorm door slamming shut as he left, most likely heading next door to sleep for the night. Feeling his cheek throb under his hand as his tears finally fell, Tharn took a shaky breath in and out as his body began to tremble, letting out everything he was holding back in that moment. It wasn’t long before he finally moved and just collapsed in his bed, burying his face in his pillow so it could muffle the cries and whimpers that were leaking out no matter how hard he tried to conceal them. 

Opening his eyes as the sunlight beamed through the window, Tharn winced as it burned them before he slowly pushed himself up, turning around a bit to glance at Type’s bed. Noticing the pillow and comforter back on the bed, Tharn knew that Type had come back while he was asleep and must’ve left without saying anything to him. There wasn’t even breakfast waiting for him and why would he be surprised after what had happened yesterday? Letting out a shaky sigh, Tharn pushed himself off his bed and moved towards the bathroom, staring hard at himself in the mirror as he noticed a slight bruise developing where Type had punched him along with his red and swollen eyes that must be from him crying in his sleep most of the night. Filling the sink with water, Tharn splashed some of the cool water on his face before he let it drain and he undressed to head into the shower, knowing he couldn’t lay around and mope for the rest of the day. He had classes and he had to show Type that what he said wasn’t going to affect him. 

“You don’t look any better today than you did yesterday...seriously Tharn, what is wrong?” Long sighed, examining his friend as Tharn continued to look out the window. Looking him up and down, Long couldn’t help but notice how his eye bags which were there yesterday were still around and possibly darker than they were the day before as well. He knew that it had something to do with Type but Long had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to really drag it out of Tharn, since his friend usually kept the things that hurt him to himself. Placing his hand on Tharn’s shoulder, Long squeezed it and grinned sadly when he finally got Tharn’s attention. “Tharn, I know it’s not something you’d want to hear but...maybe you should get over Type. I know you guys are soulmark mates and all, but you know not everyone has to have matching soulmarks to be happy. A lot of couples who don’t share one end up happy...maybe you should think about that?”

“Long...I know…” Tharn sighed, feeling another wave of emotion wash over him before he steeled himself, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. Taking it out, Tharn brought his attention from his friend to look at the text message, feeling his heart grow cold as he noticed it was from Type and how he listed things that people do in casual relationships. Gritting his teeth as his jaw tensed, Tharn blinked away the tears and shut off his phone, shoving it back in his pocket as he opened his desk, giving Long one look. “I’m leaving and skipping afternoon classes…”

Ignoring his friend’s attempts to keep him there, Tharn stomped out of the classroom and out of his faculty’s building, practically storming past all the people who were giving him nervous looks. Once he finally reached the dormitory, Tharn rode the elevator up and threw open his door, kicking off his shoes harshly before he moved towards the bathroom, wanting to take a shower to cool off before he lost whatever composure he had left. Not noticing the sound of the door to their dorm open, along with shoes being kicked off, Tharn opened the bathroom door and walked out in nothing but a towel, right into Type. Staring each other down for a moment, Tharn swallowed the lump in his throat and moved passed him, walking towards his dresser to get some pajamas out. They had a talk that Tharn desperately wanted to avoid but he held back his feelings and just laid down his bed and listened to Type get ready for his date and leave. 

“Tharn…? Are you awake?” Keeping silent as the door opened to their dorm and Type walked in, Tharn kept his eyes closed as his roommate and soulmark mate entered further in and kicked off his shoes, making his way to his bed before the mattress creaked at the extra weight and an arm wrapped around his waist, holding on tightly as Type snuggled into his back, sounding close to tears. Hearing his apologies, Tharn opened his eyes slightly and moved to take his headphones off, placing them on the bedside table before he turned on his back so he could give Type his attention, despite wanting to sleep and forget everything that happened. “I can’t believe I said those things to you...I’m so sorry, Tharn.”

“Shh...it’s okay. You know I can’t stay mad at you,” Tharn hushed, wrapping his arm around Type so that he could bury his face in his neck, running his fingers through Type’s hair as they cuddled slightly. Keeping silent as Type’s sniffs and hitches of breath finally halted a bit, Tharn closed his eyes as Type pulled away and then pushed himself up, pressing a kiss to his forehead before he pressed another to his cheek before he finally reached his lips, pressing them together softly while Tharn deepened it, brushing their tongues together softly as Type opened up for him. Pulling away once they had to breathe, Tharn kept their foreheads pressed together as they smiled softly at each other. He knew they had a lot to work out but for now, all he wanted to do was sleep with Type in his arms. “Come on, it’s late. Go change so we can sleep.”

The next morning, after a night full of love making, Tharn woke up and moved towards the food he prepared earlier, frowning slightly when he realized it had gone cold. After getting Type up and walking around, Tharn went to shower before they went to class, walking side by side until they left for their different faculties. It was obvious to long that Tharn was feeling a lot better, if his smile did not tell him otherwise. Not saying a word as Tharn paid attention to class, Long egged him on for the notes that he knew he missed while Tharn rolled his eyes and handed his notebook to his friend when the class finally ended. Gathering everything up before he placed it in his messenger bag, Tharn knocked on Long’s desk, pointing towards the door.

“I’m going to head back to my dorm. Just give me back my notes tomorrow before class, okay?” Rolling his eyes at the whine Long gave him, Tharn flicked his forehead before he left the classroom, practically hurrying to leave the faculty as he headed towards the dormitory where he hoped that his, now boyfriend, was waiting for him. Strolling up the stone steps and into the building, Tharn rode the elevator up and as he opened the door to their shared dorm, a grin rose on his face as he noticed Type in his bed, playing around with his phone. Noticing Tharn, Type smiled slightly which made Tharn’s heart bounce around ecstatically in his chest. “I’m back.”

“Welcome back,” Type replied softly, observing as Tharn practically flung his shoes to the wall along with his backpack before he crossed the room, diving into the bed as he wrapped his arms around Type’s waist, bringing his back close to his chest. Rolling his eyes as he was once again cuddled like a teddy bear, Type put his phone down and just leaned into Type, not minding the heat his boyfriend’s body was giving off for once. Talking about their day, Type turned his body so he and Tharn could be face to face while they talked. It was then that he noticed how skinny Tharn seemed, like he lost a lot of weight for some reason. “Did you lose weight? That...was because of me, wasn’t it? I’m really sorry, Tharn.”

Shaking his head softly, Tharn pressed their lips together before he pulled away, keeping their foreheads touching as he intertwined their hands, moving their gazes down to each other’s matching soulmarks. Trailing his fingers down, Type gently swept his thumb around Tharn’s mark before he pulled his hand up and pressed a kiss to the ink like mark. Letting out a gasp at the spark of sensation he got from the kiss, Tharn pulled Type closer and smashed their lips together, deepening the kiss while Type moved his hands into his hair, pulling at it lightly as their tongues danced together. Pulling away to breathe, Type threw his head back as Tharn moved his kisses down to his neck, nibbling at the once fading marks he left earlier. It wasn’t long before their clothes were thrown off onto the floor and the idea of getting dinner left Type’s mind as Tharn once again, showed him the night of his life with their almost endless love making.

[andbeingblueisbetter]

I missed you.

Hello, I saw that you were taking requests and I was wondering if you would be up for writing a Brendon imagine? Like you and Bren have been best friends since like kindergarten? And you started dating in High school but broke it off because he met Sarah and wanted to see where it would go and you guys like drift apart But then you meet up and few years later and him and Sarah aren’t together anymore and you like rekindle the relationship? If youre not into it it’s fine haha Thanks!

A/n: Okay, so I think I like how this turned out!! I don’t love the ending, but the rest of it I do like, so I hope you guys like it too :) Also some of the things are oddly placed together because I had too many text blocks, so bare with me.

Word count: 2.4k (damn that’s long for me)

Brendon Urie has been your best friend for your whole life. Well since kindergarten at least. You remember the moment you met him. He walked into your classroom and sat at the once empty table with you, giving you a big smile.

“I’m Brendon! Is it okay if I sit with you? I’m in this class too.” He cheerfully said to you, the smile never leaving his lips.

“Yeah if you want to.” You said, picking up your marker that was sitting in your spot, “I’m Y/n.” You said quietly with a smile on your face as well.

From that moment, you and Brendon were basically attached at the hip. You ended up in many of the same classes and took the same classes in middle school, hoping to have the same exact schedule and getting upset when it didn’t happen.

It was also in middle school, age 13 to be exact that you realized that you liked Brendon. His soft, brown eyes, his lips, his eyes, his humor, his humility; you could go on forever. Even at 13 though, you felt that it would be a terrible idea to tell him though, you were too scared to ruin the amazing friendship that you had built.

You let out a dramatic sigh, rolling on to your back on Brendon’s bed as you studied for your chemistry final.

“I am going to fail junior year because of this one damn final.” You groaned, closing your textbook, looking up at Brendon who was sat on a chair across from his bed, strumming the strings on his guitar, ignoring any and all studying you both knew he needed to do.

“Brendon you need to study.” You looked up at him, pulling your laptop out of your backpack, moving to your next class, and he just let out a chuckle.

“We both know I’m not going to college anyway, it doesn’t matter that much. Let’s take a break and just talk or something, I’m bored.” He finished off dramatically and you shook your head, unable to ever say no to him. You put your laptop back and you sit back up, patting the bed space next to you.

“What shall we talk about?” You asked as he got up, sitting on the bed next to you and you shift slightly away from him. It was just instinct, you didn’t want to seem weird or anything.

He laughed and shook his head, “I don’t bite, you know that. We’ve been friends for like, 11 years. We’ve literally taken baths together.” He smiled and looked over at you, your cheeks turning pink and you turn away from him, tugging at your hoodie sleeves. You wanted to tell him so badly how you felt. You wanted to know how he felt. Maybe he felt the same, maybe you guys could be more than just friends.

“What?” He asked softly, resting his hand on your leg gently. He always knew when something was up, you loved that he did.

You sighed, hesitant to say anything, “Okay. I’ve had something I’ve wanted to tell you since like, I don’t know, 7th grade?” You shrugged and looked away from him, your cheeks turning even brighter red, “And I’ve been scared to say it because I don’t want it to ruin our friendship. So I’m going to tell you and if you don’t feel the same, that’s fine and I’ll get over it and we should still be best friends. But if you do, which I just. I don’t know, I just doubt, then we see what happens.” You let out a breath and looked at him as you began to speak, “Brendon, I like you. Like more than a friend. There’s just something about you that I can’t explain. You treat me so well, you’re amazing to me. You’re just the perfect example of how boys should be, and I’m so attracted to you. And it’s probably weird but I needed to get it off my chest so I should know if I should move on or not.” You finished off your mini rant, and you looked down at his hand that was still rested just above your knee.

“Nothing could ever ruin our friendship Y/n. Ever.” He started off, moving to place each of his hands on each of our shoulders, “And I do feel the same way. I didn’t realize until this year, but god, you’re amazing. You’re simply the best person I know and I can’t imagine being with anybody else.” He smiled and moved in a bit closer to you, “And I’m going to kiss you now, if you’re okay with that.” He mumbled and you nodded, his lips moving to yours.

You ended up dating throughout the rest of high school, falling in love within a year. You continued to do everything together, even once you graduated and he was starting his band and you were in college, you continued to have a strong relationship, spending as much time together as you possibly could, until one night during your junior year of college you went to a party with Brendon and his band mates.

You were sat on a couch in the corner by yourself, waiting for what seemed like hours for Brendon to come back and talk to you. You wore his favorite dress and had your hair styled how he liked it, but he was talking to another girl he had introduced to you as Sarah. You thought it was one of the band members friends but you weren’t sure. You watched him as they laughed at something one of them said and you grabbed your purse, standing up from the couch, walking up to Brendon. “I think I’m going to go back to my apartment.” You said to him quickly and he nodded, barely acknowledging you. You walked off and got an Uber, going back to your apartment.

A couple of hours later, you heard a knock at your door and you stood up from your couch, setting your wine glass down and opened up the door to reveal Brendon.

“Hey,” You said softly, opening the door wider to allow him in, but he didn’t walk in. It was weird that he even knocked. He has a key.

“I think we should take a break.” He blurted out, looking up into your eyes that he watched full with hurt immediately. “I don’t know for how long or anything, but we’re the only people we’ve been with, and I just think that maybe we should, I don’t know, explore other options maybe?” He said quickly and looked away from you, not wanting to see your eyes that had quickly filled with tears.

“I… Well okay?” You said, your voice cracking as you tried to hold yourself together. Your relationship was great, there was no sign at all that this was coming, it came from nowhere. “You should probably go.” You mumbled out quickly, trying your best to hold in your tears.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly as he turned around and you closed the door, breaking down against the door.

From that moment, you were basically on your own. You watched the media as Panic! started to become bigger and bigger, and that was really the only contact you kept with him, sending him occasional texts to congratulate him on his new album or awards. He’d send you an occasional text, to wish you a happy birthday or to see how you were doing but that was all. You missed him so much, and you wanted him back more than you wanted to be alive, but you watched as his relationship with Sarah grew.

You woke up one morning from a text message from your best friend Savannah, you picked up your phone, rubbing your eyes to see the message.

‘Hey, I don’t know if you saw but Brendon and Sarah broke up. It’s all over the media and stuff, I don’t know if you care but I just thought I’d let you know before you saw it and got all confused.’

You raised your eyebrows and opened twitter, seeing multiple tweets from heartbroken fans about them breaking up. You didn’t really care though, it wasn’t going to change anything for you, you locked your phone and set it back down, going to make yourself breakfast.

That was a week ago. You run your fingers through your hair as you walk down the road trying to get to work. You were almost an hour ahead of schedule, so you decided you’d maybe stop for coffee or something. You had your headphones in playing some podcast you found about living in the moment and a bunch of other cheesy stuff, but you liked it. You were content.

You pull out your phone to send a text to a friend, asking if they wanted coffee with you, but your endeavor was interrupted when you walked into somebody a bit taller than you, your phone falling to the pavement, your headphones being pulled out of your ears.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.” You mumble, picking up your items, standing pack up fully to see the man you bumped into. Brendon.

You look away and shove your phone into your jacket pocket, taking a breath, “H...Hi Brendon.” You stutter out quietly, your heart beginning to race.

“Y/n, hey.” He said quietly, smiling a bit, obviously nervous as well. “I’ve actually been meaning to text you.” He continues, reestablishing the eye contact.

“About what?” You laugh softly and continue to look at him, admiring him. You didn’t know it was possibly but he had gotten even more attractive. Everything about him was just perfect.

“Us, I guess. I think we ended on a bad note, and what I did was so fucking unfair of me. I was an asshole Y/n. And I’m so sorry. I can’t even tell you how much I regret it.” He sighed and looked away into the group of people that were coming, placing his hand onto your shoulder to move you off to the side of the sidewalk.

“Yeah.” You mumble, not really knowing what else to say. “It was messed up. Leaving me for another girl, but whatever I guess.” You shrug and pull your phone and headphones back out of your pocket, “I need to go. I’m trying to get to work.” That’s a lie, but you didn’t want to do this, especially not now.

“Can we talk? You can come over tonight for drinks or something and we can just talk. Y/n, I miss you, and I know you’ve probably heard about Sarah and I and it’s not just about that, but I just need to talk to you. I can’t live without you anymore.” He said, becoming visibly anxious.

“Yeah, sure. Just text me when you want me to come over, I’ll be there.” You give him a forced smile and you push in your headphones, walking off.

That night, you got home from work and showered quickly, and tried to decide on an outfit to wear. What was appropriate for drinks with your ex best friend and boyfriend that left you for another girl? You eventually decided on a pair of black jeans and a plain shirt with a flannel over it and you headed to Brendon’s place that you knew so well.

Once you arrived, you got out of your car and walked up to his house, ringing the doorbell. The barking of his dogs startled you as the door opened and you smiled as Brendon opened the door. He welcomed you in, and you stepped in, pushing off your shoes.

“Thanks for doing this,” He said quietly as he began to pour you a drink, made the way he remembered you liked.

“You remember how I like my drinks?” You laugh as you sit on his couch, him following shortly after.

“Of course, how could I forget.” He laughs as well, setting your drink on the coffee table in front of you, him sitting next to you, keeping his distance. “I’m just going to get right into what I want to say, because if I don’t, I’m never going to say it.” He starts and takes a sip of his beer, “Y/n, first, I’m so sorry. What I did was a dick move, and I don’t know why I did it. I was in love with you, I’m still in love with you. I ruined our friendship and relationship over one girl, just because I wanted to see where that would go, and that was stupid, and I realize that now. I realized it even during Sarah and I’s relationship, but I didn’t realize that it was so overpowering, my love for you. It never went away, and I don’t think it ever can. And yeah, if you can’t forgive me, or you don’t love me anymore, that makes sense. I just really needed to settle this. For myself, and I hope for you too.” He sighs as he finishes, taking another swig from his beer.

“Brendon, I never stopped loving you either. You’re the love of my life and you literally always will be, no matter what happens. I know that. What you did was a dick move, but I forgave you a long time ago, for myself. Because I needed to stop worrying about it.” You shake your head as your eyes fill with tears, “I have spent so many nights wishing that you’d call me and ask for me back, that’s all I could’ve ever wished for Brendon. And I don’t know if I’m dumb for forgiving you so easily, but god, I miss you so much, and I love you. And I need you.” You mumble, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks, you look up at him and see the tears in his eyes too.

“So, I don’t know, but maybe we could start over? Not completely, obviously. But I need you too Y/n. More than you know.” He says, placing his hands on your arms, leaning close to you.

“We can start over. I’d like that.” You mumble quietly, leaning into his arms, wiping off your eyes with your flannel sleeves.

“God I’ve missed you.” He says quietly, rubbing your arm softly.

“I’ve missed you too.”

[my-one-love-is-music]

Be My Player 2? Ch. 31

(Not sure how long my fic updates will be able to keep getting put on tumblr but I’ll keep trying until I can’t anymore.)

Also on AO3!

Keith huffed and ran a hand through his hair as he stared at his full closet. His empty suitcase was sitting on his bed and even though he’d had his packing list prepared for over a month, he still felt overwhelmed by everything that he needed to take.

“Hey, Shiro?” he asked.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Shiro asked, voice coming from his computer where it was sitting on his dresser with Skype pulled up.

“I literally have no idea how I’m going to get packed tonight.”

“Where’s your packing list?” Shiro asked. “Don’t you have it?”

“Yeah, but I literally just said I needed shirts. What kind of shirts do I need to bring? Which shirts do I want to bring?”

“Short sleeves and then you’re going to want a jacket because it can still get chilly early in the morning and at night,” Shiro said. “And if it’s windy during the day, a jacket will help cut through the chill too.”

“Okay,” Keith said, not sounding entirely convinced. He shoved his hangers to the side, looking at the shirts he had. Most of what he had was black or navy since they held up the best against constant wear and tear. He tossed several shirts over his shoulder to his bed until he had enough that would get him through the week.

“I just want to say that seeing random shirts fly across the screen with no explanation was the funniest thing ever,” Shiro said.

Keith rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Shiro,” he said, shooting a look at him as he stepped back into view to fold the shirts and stuff them into his suitcase.

“It’d be a crime if I did. I’m far too entertaining.”

Keith chuckled. “I think you’ve been spending too much time with Lance. His ego is starting to rub off on you.”

“Maybe so, but it keeps things interesting.”

Keith hummed, eyes focused on the fabric in his hands.

“You ready for your flight tomorrow?”

Keith smiled and turned away from the camera to walk back to his closet. “Yeah, I think it’ll be alright. First time on a plane and all that. I’m more excited than nervous right now since it means I’ll finally see you again tomorrow.”

“Me too, baby,” Shiro agreed.

Keith grabbed several pairs of jeans and draped them over his arms. He paused and furrowed his brow. “Is it warm enough for shorts down there yet?”

Shiro hummed. “Some days it is. You might want to be prepared for both though.”

Keith nodded and remembered that Shiro couldn’t see him. “Okay.” He grabbed a couple pairs of shorts and tossed the pile onto his bed before he folded them and added them to his suitcase.

Shiro smiled at him as he walked over to the dresser and Keith rolled his eyes but smiled back.

“I think I’m brain-dead after mid-terms this week,” Shiro said, leaning back against the pillows on his bed. “I’m surprised I’m even functioning right now.”

“I think it’s adrenaline more than anything. But if you need to pass out, go ahead.”

“Are you kidding?” Shiro scoffed. “And miss you pack for your trip tomorrow? Never.”

Keith grinned and pulled several pairs of boxers and socks from his top drawer. “Good to know you’re so dedicated.”

“I’m always dedicated when it comes to you,” Shiro said, cheesy grin pulling at his lips.

Keith hummed and hurried back to his suitcase to drop the pile of underwear and socks inside. He picked up his list and marked off everything he had packed and went back to his dresser to get a spare change of pajamas.

He tossed them over to the bed and lifted the computer from his dresser. “I think that’s about all I can pack for now. The rest is toiletries and I can’t pack those until after I wake up tomorrow and get ready to leave.”

“You take out your trash yet?” Shiro asked.

Keith paused and frowned. “I think so, but I’m going to check. I don’t need to get a complaint when I’m not even here that something smells like it died.”

He carried his laptop with him to the kitchen and found the trashcan satisfyingly empty. He double-checked he didn’t have any perishables that would go back while he was gone before he returned to his bedroom and moved his suitcase to the floor.

He slipped under his covers and positioned his computer on his stomach. “Now we match.”

Shiro chuckled and wormed his way deeper under his covers. “You should get some sleep.”

Keith shrugged. “Yeah, but I can talk a little longer. Unless you want to get rid of me?”

“I only want to get rid of you now because it means you’ll get here sooner. This wait is killing me.”

“I know. Before now I had work and mid-terms to keep me busy but now there’s nothing but the ticking clock that’s mocking me with each slow second that has to pass before I can see you again.”

“Then turn off your computer and lay in bed. You’ll get to sleep quicker,” Shiro argued.

“Then why don’t you log off first?” Keith challenged. “If you leave then I’ll be forced to go to bed and can’t stay up talking to you until midnight.”

“Maybe I will,” Shiro teased.

Keith smirked and waited, raising an eyebrow for each second longer that Shiro stayed on Skype.

Shiro groaned and scrubbed his hands down his face. He huffed a sigh and sank back into his mattress. “Okay,” he finally admitted. “I’m going to go away and sleep and curse everything in the universe that is keeping you away from me.”

“Goodnight Shiro,” Keith whispered.

“Goodnight Keith,” he huffed, pulling his hands away from his eyes. “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

Keith let out a long breath, letting the tension go from his shoulders. “Me too. I love you.”

Shiro grinned. “I love you, too.”

He waited another second before he reached forward and ended the call. Keith closed his eyes, pressing his head back into his pillow. He needed to sleep. He knew he needed to sleep, or he was going to be exhausted when he woke up and he wouldn’t want to get out of bed and get moving.

But he was also wide awake and knowing he was going to see Shiro again in less than twenty-four hours had his heart beating just a little bit faster.

Keith opened his eyes and shut his computer. He rolled onto his side and set it on top of his bedside table and shut off the light, rolling back over to settle into bed and get some sleep.

A moment passed, and he worked to even out his breathing. He heard the distant sound of a car horn outside and a siren several blocks away. Something creaked in the building as the walls and wood settled.

Keith sighed and pulled his comforter a little tighter around him. He turned onto his back, sliding a hand under his pillow to give him something firmer to sleep on.

He huffed and rolled onto his opposite side, pulling his knees up to his chest as he let out another heavy breath.

Keith growled and forced his eyes open. He snatched his phone from the bedside table and pressed the power button, finding only a minute had passed.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered. He snatched his computer from the table and forced the lid open, glad he hadn’t shut it down. He pulled up Netflix and searched for Bob Ross’s painting specials, starting the first episode.

He smiled as Bob Ross’s kind face filled the screen and his calm voice emanated from the speakers as he introduced the painting he was going to be doing that day.

Bob Ross was calming and as one episode turned into the next, he found himself getting drowsy, but he was still awake enough that he wouldn’t be able to sleep if he shut his computer down.

Keith yawned and covered his mouth. He shifted in bed and moved his computer onto his comforter so he could curl up on his side. His eyes got heavier and heavier and he had to fight to focus on the image on the screen as his vision blurred from exhaustion.

Finally, Keith managed to fall asleep during one of the episodes as Bob Ross pulled the shaping paper from his forest landscape.

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Keith jolted when his alarm sounded, sending his heart pounding in his chest. He jolted upright and snatched his phone from the bedside table to shut off the alarm, panicking for a moment that he’d forgotten his flight and was going to miss seeing Shiro.

He relaxed when he checked the time and was comforted that he still had plenty of time before he’d need to get to the bus stop for the shuttle. He scrubbed at his eyes, trying to clear the sleep from them as he yawned.

He was exhausted and his limbs were heavy from his lack of sleep. But he knew he could sleep later and getting up and out of his apartment was the most important thing.

He pushed himself from his bed and grabbed the pile of clothes he’d left out to change into in the morning. He shuffled into the bathroom and squinted against the harsh light when he turned it on.

Keith changed slowly, movements lethargic due to his sleepiness. He brushed his teeth, eyes nearly falling shut multiple times before he tossed his pajamas into the hamper and carried his toothbrush and deodorant into his bedroom, shoving them into his backpack.

He pulled his computer towards him and properly shut it down before adding that to his backpack with his chargers. He double checked his headphones were in the front pocket and shoved his wallet into his jacket with his phone.

He grabbed his luggage and gave one last look around his bedroom before he left it behind. He stopped to change the temperature on his thermostat, leaving it cooler than what he needed but not cold enough that any of his pipes would freeze in case the temperature took an unexpected dip.

Keith paused at the front door and shoved his feet into his boots, lacing them up quickly. He bit his lip, fighting down the excited smile that pulled at his lips. He was starting to wake up now that he was reminded of what he was awake for.

He glanced around his apartment one last time and grabbed his keys, opening his door to step out into the hallway. He locked and double-checked his door once outside and made for the stairs, hurrying for the first floor as his suitcase banged against the side of his leg.

He braced for a blast of cold air that he wasn’t quite used to not being around anymore now that spring was approaching. There was still a chill in the early morning air but nothing as brutal as the middle of winter. He turned left and walked the few blocks to the bus stop that would pick up the airport shuttle and set his suitcase at his side, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he waited.

Keith pulled out his wallet while he waited and counted out his fare, squeezing it tightly in his hand. Headlights shone across him as a large vehicle turned down the street and he recognized the lumbering form of the city bus.

It rolled to a stop in front of him and Keith stepped inside when the doors pulled open. He put his money into the tower and pulled his suitcase to one of the many open seats, shoving it in next to him as they started forward.

Keith’s leg jiggled up and down as they wove through the streets. He was impatient and ready to be at the airport. The day was going to be a long one and he couldn’t wait until he was reunited with Shiro again.

A few other passengers climbed onto the bus and took their seats, staring out the windows at the buildings outside. They made it to the airport without issue and Keith nearly raced off the bus and through the main doors, impatient to get checked in and get to his gate.

He walked past the range of airlines until he found his own and got behind a couple at the front of the line. There was only one attendant working at the early hour, but she seemed friendly and awake for being alone.

The people in front of him were checked in rather quickly and Keith fumbled with his wallet as he approached the desk.

“Good morning,” she greeted. “May I have your license please?”

Keith nodded and handed her his ID she checked it over and hummed under her breath as she maneuvered through the steps on the computer screen.

“Are you checking a bag today?”

“Uh, yes,” he said, gesturing to the suitcase at his side.

“Go ahead and place that up here for me.”

Keith lifted it onto the scale and watched as she nodded and printed off a bag tag to wrap through the handle. She stuck it together and lifted it easily from the scale, placing it on the conveyor belt behind her.

“Here are your tickets,” she said, placing them in an envelope, “and your gate is C23,” she said brightly, handing it over to him with his license.

“Thank you,” he said with a nod and hurried away from the counter and towards the stairs that would take him to security.

He ignored the restaurants and shops that were in the main entryway. He knew he’d need to grab something to eat once he was inside, but he didn’t want to get stuck outside of security even though he still had two hours before his flight was set to board.

Keith tapped his fingers nervously against his thigh as he waited in the single security line. The attendant looked bored as he scanned tickets and checked licenses. Keith fumbled with his ticket and license when he made to hand them over and got a sigh in return that made his cheeks flush.

The woman directing people to put their belongings on the belt and step through the scanner was friendlier and he was glad to have her help as he put his things in the correct bins. She waved him through and he had no issue collecting his belongings.

Keith relaxed once he had his shoes on and his backpack resting on his shoulders, his ticket securely in the front pocket. He stopped at the first coffee stand he found and got a large coffee and a muffin, taking a long sip from his steaming cup.

He strolled past the other shops, stopping every now and then to browse if something caught his eye while other travelers hurried past to get to their gates. He picked up a cheap paperback that probably wouldn’t offer much of a quality story but would keep him busy if he got bored.

Once he made it to his gate, he settled into one of the available seats. It wasn’t overly crowded, but the nicest chairs and the charging stations had already been taken by college students and a few people who were obviously on business trips if their briefcases and the laptops glued to their hands were anything to go by.

Keith pulled out his phone as he finished the last of his coffee and started to pull his muffin from the paper bag. He scrolled to Shiro’s contact, hoping he was awake, and hit the call button.

He fiddled with the paper wrapping on his food as he waited, butterflies swarming his stomach at being reminded once again how close he was to seeing Shiro again.

The line clicked. “Hey babe,” Shiro said, voice soft and warm and filled with so much more than Keith ever thought was possible.

“Hey,” he murmured, slouching in his chair to rest his head back.

“How’s it going? You’re not calling to tell me that you’re not actually coming, or you missed your plane or something, are you?”

Keith breathed a low chuckle. “No, nothing like that. I’m in the airport. I’m at my gate and I’ve got a muffin in my lap and you on the phone. I’m doing great.”

“I’d be doing better if you were here already,” Shiro murmured.

He closed his eyes and let out a long breath. “I’m almost there. Just a few more hours and we’ll be together and get over a week to spend together.”

“I wish it wasn’t just a week,” Shiro whispered.

“Me either but it’s better than nothing. And to be fair if I didn’t have to come back for school, we wouldn’t be able to get any schoolwork done together. We’d probably both fail out during our last few weeks.”

Shiro chuckled. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Did you manage to get to sleep last night?”

“Eventually,” Keith said, lifting the muffin to take a bite. “I don’t think I managed to get to sleep until two in the morning. I had to put on one of Bob Ross’s specials on Netflix to try and fall asleep.”

“But you managed to get out of bed and get to the airport this morning.”

“Yeah. I panicked when my alarm went off and thought I’d slept through my flight, but everything was fine and I’m here and I’m probably going to pass out on the plane because I’m so exhausted. Unless the caffeine kicks in soon. Then I’ll be okay.”

“You can get more coffee on the flight if you need it,” Shiro said with a laugh.

“I might pass while I’m on the plane but don’t be surprised if I try to bully you into going to a coffeeshop when I get there.”

“You don’t have to bully me, I’ll willingly take you,” Shiro agreed.

Keith smiled, his stomach flipping happily.

“Attention, we’ll be boarding for flight 2634A to Melbourne, Florida soon. Please have your boarding passes ready and standby for boarding instructions.”

“Well, they’re calling my flight,” Keith said, sucking in a breath.

“I guess I’ll be seeing you soon,” Shiro said, his grin audible.

“I guess I will. I love you, Shiro,” Keith murmured.

“I love you, too, Keith.”

Keith lowered his phone and ended the call, biting his lip to keep from looking like too big of an idiot as he prepared himself to see Shiro in just a few more hours.

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Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.

“Coming, coming, hang on!” Dylan called, pausing his game and hopping to his feet, crossing his dorm room to the door and tossing it open. “…Logan?”

On the other side of the door stood his boyfriend, Logan Sawyer, who did not look much like his usual put-together self.  His hair was a mess, going every direction, he wore an oversized hoodie, and dirty jeans that had seen much better days.  About the only thing normal about his boyfriend were the glasses perched on his nose, and the backpack on his shoulders.

“My roommate is about to drive me insane.  He’s got friends over, playing some shitty music, and they’re all way too loud and messy, it’s suffocating.  I have to study.  Can I stay here?”

Dylan’s expression softened, and of course he nodded, stepping out of the way as Logan marched in and dumped his backpack beside the desk. “What’re you studying for?”

“I have a psychology test tomorrow afternoon…”

That itself earned a sound of sympathy as Dylan tossed himself on his bed.  “Do you need help, or would you rather I shut up and let you do your stuff?”

“If I need help, I’ll ask you.”

Dylan knew that was a lie, but he didn’t push.  His boyfriend was a finnicky one, and he’d learned that quickly, so he picked up his Xbox controller and resumed his game, this time with headphones on to keep the volume to himself.

Two hours passed, and Logan had yet to take any sort of break. Dylan couldn’t help but notice the stress in his boyfriend’s shoulders.  He sat hunched over the desk, a hand buried in his hair, both of his legs bouncing almost violently against the chair.  Logan fiddled with his pen, chewing on it or bouncing either end against the desktop, and his shoulders held so much tension that Dylan couldn’t help but feel terrible for him.  

He sighed, getting to his feet and walking to the desk, tossing his arms around Logan’s shoulders and dropping his head closer to his ear. “C’mon, why don’t you take a break, Lo?” he said, pressing a kiss to the outside of Logan’s ear.  “Just a few minutes…get you to relax for a little while.”

Logan sighed, pulling himself closer to the desk.  “I have to study, Dylan.”

“You know that you can only work oh so long before your brain literally just won’t retain anything anymore.  You need to take a break, babe.”  Dylan tried to use reason to convince his boyfriend to break.  However, it seemed Logan wasn’t going to listen.

“I have to try, okay?  I can’t take a break, I can’t afford to mess around.  I have to pass this damn test.”  Logan shoved Dylan’s wandering hands off his chest, shrugging his shoulders to get Dylan’s face away from his as he hunched over the desk.

Dylan sighed, nodding even though he knew Logan couldn’t see him.  He would just have to give it a bit longer, let Logan get too tired to focus so he could at the very least get him to take a nap.  “OK, fine, keep studying, but I’ll get you in bed eventually tonight.”  He pressed a chaste kiss to Logan’s cheek, and as he stood up straight, he could’ve sworn he heard a small sob escape Logan.  “…Lo?”

That seemed to break the nerd, and in an instant, he was crying.

“Shit!” Dylan dropped to his knees and pulled out the chair from the desk.  “Hey, hey, Logan, what’s wrong?”  Logan didn’t answer him, simply crying harder with each word that passed Dylan’s lips. He got to his feet and picked him up, moving Logan to his bed, which only made him cry harder, sink farther into his hoodie, drop his glasses onto the blankets in favor of rubbing harshly at his eyes.  “OK, OK, OK, let’s not claw your eyes out, let’s just…just breathe, can you take a deep breath?”

Logan tried, listening as Dylan tried to coach him through several breaths, but each one came out jagged and labored, and it only made him sob louder, longer, though he was beginning to calm down, if only a small bit.  “OK, we’re getting somewhere, how about- how about I go get you drink real quick?” Dylan got to his feet, intent to head to the kitchen and get some water, however Logan seemed to have a much different idea.

“N-no!” he yelped, grabbing Dylan’s shirt.  “Don’t l-l-leeeeave, D-dada!”

That was enough to break Dylan’s poor heart, even if it completely threw him off, and he sat down for a moment.  “I won’t leave you, I won’t, it’s okay.  Do you want to come with me?”  Logan nodded, so Dylan stood back up and held out a hand to help Logan to his feet. Except…instead of accepting the offered hand, Logan stretched his arms out, gripping at the air and demanding Dylan pick him up.  “OK…we can do it this way…that’s chill.”

He lifted Logan off the bed, and Logan quickly wrapped his arms and legs tightly around Dylan, burying his snotty nose in the other’s neck as he continued to cry.

In the kitchen, Dylan sat Logan down on the counter, and he filled a glass with water.  “Alright, here we go…don’t drop it!”  He took the bottom of the glass when Logan nearly let it slip from his fingers.  He found a straw, plopping it in the water. “Alright, I’ll hold the glass…you drink.”

Once Logan had drank enough to make Dylan happy, he picked him back up, carrying his boyfriend back to his room and setting him down on the bed. “You want to take that break, now, baby?”

“Mhm…” Logan nodded and rubbed at his eyes, his lip still quivering.

“Hey, hey, we don’t need to cry again, okay?  Let’s get your glasses…now you can see, right?”  Logan nodded, and Dylan simply grinned.  “Awesome!  Wanna watch me play some games for a while?”  Logan nodded, so Dylan crawled onto the bed and settled against the covers with his controller.  Logan crawled up beside him, settling his head against Dylan’s shoulder and snuggling into his side when Dylan wrapped an arm around him.  It didn’t take long for Logan to fall asleep, and Dylan certainly wasn’t going to wake him up.

When Logan woke up the next morning, he couldn’t help but snuggle in closer to Dylan, burying his stuffed nose into his boyfriend’s neck.

…His stuffed nose?

…Fuck.  He hadn’t just dreamed all that.  Shit.

Logan thought about getting up, grabbing all his stuff, and running out the door before Dylan woke up, but apparently fate didn’t want to give him that option.  Instead, Dylan stirred at his side, sucking in a breath and yawning, stretching.

When he settled down, Dylan looked at his side at his boyfriend…who looked scared.  “Mornin’, Logan…you feeling better?”

“Uh…yeah…”  He sat up, rubbing his face and fixing his glasses.

“Good.  You were so upset last night; you made me really worried…what happened?  What set that off?” Dylan asked.  Of course he asked that.

“Well…” Logan tried to figure out how to explain it, knowing that Dylan would call him out on his bullshit if he lied.  Somehow he could always tell.  It wasn’t fair.  “I just. Snapped.  I don’t know… Sometimes my head fucks up when I’m stressed, it’s not a big deal.”

“What do you mean, your head fucks up?”  Dylan dragged himself closer, taking one of Logan’s hands and running his thumb over his knuckles.  

“It’s…the technical term is “inner child therapy,” however most people that know what it is know it as “age regression”…it’s, uh, my head deciding that the best way to deal with whatever is going on is to basically…be a child…”

“…Oh.  Shit.  Sorry…”

“It’s nothing you did-“

“I wouldn’t have tried…anything…if I’d known that. Shit.  I’m sorry, Logan…”

Logan shook his head, leaning up to press a kiss to Dylan’s lips.  “It’s nothing you did.  You didn’t know what was going on; you were trying to help, trying to get me to take a break.  Just- there was a lot going on yesterday, and I could tell that I was getting very close to just- just sensory overload as well, which happens sometimes, and that makes the whole regression thing happen, too.  I just broke, and it wasn’t your fault.  It’s fine.”

“You’re sure it’s fine?”

“Positive.  And even still…you took care of me, tried to help where you could, and that would more than make up for any fault.  It’s okay.”

“Okay…”  Silence met the room for an awkward moment, either boy trying to figure out something to say, until Dylan finally spoke up.  “So…how often does that happen?”

“More than I would like to admit…” Logan said, scooting back so he could lean against the wall.

“And is it always like that?  The crying, the- the- all of that?  Needing to be carried or held?”

Logan cringed, shaking his head.  “Uh, well, kind of.  Not entirely…I’d never regressed around anyone else before, so needing anyone else has never been an issue…but crying, freaking out, that’s pretty normal.”

“You don’t let anyone take care of you?  But you’re basically a child at those times, right?”

“Right…”

Logan could see the determination spread across Dylan’s face, and as much as he wanted to say no, he found himself wanting to see…

“How about I take care of you?  Like, like I can do like I did last night.  Granted I’ll try to do a little better, maybe get some plastic cups before you break a freaking glass, get some comfort-y, kiddy things to help you? Just do whatever I can to make you happier when you’re all regressed?”

“Uh…”  Logan blushed deeply, shoulders scrunching up.  “Um, I- I don’t know…”

“We can at least try?  If you don’t like it, I’ll leave you alone, but I want to try to help you as much as I can, Logan.”  The look on Dylan’s face, that soft, concerned face, met with determination, just melted any refusal Logan had in him, and he finally caved.

“OK…we can try…”

Dylan smiled at him, quickly stealing a kiss.  “Awesome.  Is that, like…is that a thing?  With the inner child therapy thingy?”

“It can be,” Logan said, giving a small nod.  “Caregivers are pretty common with it…I didn’t really look much up about that since I didn’t really…expect to have one…”

“Well, now you have one, so get researching, silly boy.”

Logan grinned.  He wanted to hide his face, hide the bright blush he knew was on his cheeks, but he couldn’t.  “I’ll…have to do that after my test.”

“Oh fuck.”

Logan hurriedly cleaned up his notes and papers while Dylan tried to clean Logan up, and within 5 minutes he was out the door, just a few minutes behind schedule.

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I Bloom For You | Minjoon

pt. 4

tags: college au, clique au, minjoon angst, mentions of taejin, sugakookie, fuck boy!jin

main character: kim namjoon

word count: 4210

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Taejin (Taehyung’s perspective)

Minjoon (Jimin’s perspective)

Sugakookie (Yoongi’s perspective/JK’s perspective)

The morning casts through Namjoon’s window without apology. It was the worst way to wake up, he would say. Blindly the upperclassman stretched his palm towards the sun as he releases the loudest yawn of his life. His vision is the second sense to arrive to him. Sleep deprived and exhausted from the night before, he peeks one eye after the other. Luckily, he’s in his own room. His friends didn’t prank him, and he wasn’t waking up to a stranger in his bed.

Despite his exhaustion, it wasn’t because of stupidity. For once. Namjoon spent the entire night on the phone with Jimin, an underclassman he’s been pursuing for a couple of weeks now, pretending he didn’t know how to complete his Discrete Math assignment. They were on the phone for nearly three hours when Hoseok knocked on Namjoon’s door and told him to quiet down. Joon would’ve did it, but Jimin insisted it was late and he should go to bed.

He would’ve fought him, but Jimin cares about his schooling. Well, Namjoon does too, but certainly not as much as the other.

Namjoon scraped by on charms and natural intelligence. The guy picked up on more than he let on. Exchanging a good attendance record for free time, late or partial credit over the A’s he could be receiving. Freedom was important to him. Well, he had a lot of free time, and he wished he could spend it getting to know Jimin, but that was proven harder than expected. Namjoon had a feeling that Jimin liked being chased. For the last week in particular, the two have been non-stop texting and calling. At first, this was not intentional. Jimin is genuinely a busy student. With five classes this semester, Student Government Association, Namjoon respected that Jimin barely has time to squeeze in an episode of his favorite anime let alone a relationship.

And perhaps Jimin could sense the effect it was having on Joon. Each event for SGA that Jimin participates in, Namjoon lurked the crowd. Waving, smiling, pointing at his phone to get Jimin to check his own. It was endearing. A little odd, but endearing.

Today was no different than any other day. Namjoon woke and flooded Jimin’s phone with text messages. Nothing too obnoxious, or clingy. Joon simply determined today would be the day they would get to hang out face-to-face. They really haven’t since they had sex in the library’s bathroom.

NAMJOON: You have a free hour today, don’t you?

JIMIN: Maybe

NAMJOON: Can I see you today then?

Additionally, Jimin somehow learns not to answer quickly. Namjoon is surprised by how fast he was learning the whole process of cat-and-mouse. He doesn’t take the space between messages to heart anymore. Assuming the underclassman is working on his morning routine, Namjoon finishes up that last-minute homework assignment for Discrete Math before he ever hears back from Jimin.

He’s walking to the bathroom that is shared in the apartment. Scratching his stomach under his shirt and stretching once more as he reaches the toilet. Just before he goes to pee, he shoots Jimin another text.

NAMJOON: I could grab you coffee? I’m skipping my classes today.

JIMIN: Skipping class again? Seriously?

He knows how it sounds. He knows that Jimin thinks it’s ridiculous to skip as much as he does, but this was Joon’s second-to-last semester at this college. Perfect attendance was the last thing on his mind.

NAMJOON: I’ll come to school and go to my classes if you agree to let me buy you coffee. And see you.

Joon smirks to himself. This was thin ice he enjoyed skating on. There was something thrilling about coming up with various excuses for absences. Most of his professors are understanding, and others don’t seem to mind since he is a friendly guy with a lovable personality.

He is smart enough to get him out of any failing situation anyway.

It’s a trait he picked up early on during his sophomore year. Most instructors had these five-free-absences rule and Namjoon did one helluva job planning his academic career around those free passes. By no means was he dumb. Not one bit. There were some instances where the instructors didn’t help him which resulted in failing grades, but there were always other semesters. Namjoon became an expert at combining an understanding the material, never sitting in an unnecessary lecture, and schmoozing the instructor. It was the perfect recipe to a successful college life.

NAMJOON: Your buddy Jungkook provided some useful information about your likes and hobbies.

Namjoon saw Yoongi and Jungkook yesterday when he was at Yoongi’s apartment. They ate sushi and played Spades and talked about Jimin. To be honest, most of the reason that Joon was there had to do with gaining intel on Jimin.

A soft chuckle escapes him. He can see the typing bubble disappear and reappear multiple times within the chat. Well, at least this got under Jimin’s skin. He wants to press him about what Jungkook said, but decides against it. Instead his attention is grabbed by other messages pouring in.

JIMIN: I’ll see how I feel later. I just woke up.

NAMJOON: I won’t take no for an answer today.

He sends the message off before going back to his main conversation page of his phone and sees his group chat with Hoseok, Jin, and Yoongi.

YOOGNI: Hyung… Where are you right now?

JIN: With a friend ;)

Namjoon tilts his head.

After that response, Joon resorts to not getting involved. His phone chimes and it’s Jimin again.

JIMIN: I didn’t give you an answer.

Namjoon laughs quietly to himself. Again, Jimin has to find this fun. Namjoon himself finds this to be a challenge he quite enjoys. Namjoon merely assumes that no one has ever paid Jimin this much attention in awhile. Sue him for embracing it.

Shoving his phone in his pocket, he continues with his morning routine. Coffee, bagel sandwich, study packet review for his Economics class, and he stuffs his pockets with a wallet, headphones, and his cellphone.

As he walks to the park, his phone is non-stop buzzing. Literally. Non-stop. Jimin isn’t usually this pushy, so he brushes it off as the guy being cute and reaches into his pocket to silence the phone. He doesn’t have the energy or time to think about anything other than what he should do for the day.

And Namjoon’s day went as followed:

He visited his favorite park and studied Economics notes from his phone.

He reviewed an essay due in Positive Psychology Honors, which Joon is certain he wrote well.

He walked the downtown area until he noticed an anime festival happening in the center of a park. Jimin would like this. He needs to see this. So he caves. Despite never having checked his phone, he heads back to his part of the grid city.

Then he has a lunch break… without his group of friends? That surprised him. He was sure they would all meet at their favorite cafe, but when no one showed up he took his sandwich and ate it on the way back to school. Maybe they were all waiting for him there.

For the first time since this morning, Joon checks his phone and realizes that he made a grave mistake in not checking it sooner.

The messages that caused his phone to buzz were not from Jimin at all. If anything, Jimin never responded to him again.

He stops walking to scroll through the twenty messages Yoongi and Jin exchanged, but only took out the small pieces of information necessary to understand what was going on.

YOONGI: You’re with Taehyung, aren’t you?

YOONGI: Hyung… Are you out of your mind?

YOONGI: Joonie, say something!

JIN: Is that why you sent this here? So Joon will intervene? What’s he gonna say?

JIN: Tae is fun ;) I need that. He’s a big boy.

YOONGI: Why him? That’s Hoseok’s friend!

JIN: Not anymore.

“Oh shit…” Namjoon hisses to himself, glancing around before sprinting across the large courtyard of the college. He runs up to the library and up the stairs.

The library was the largest building on campus. It contained two levels, the bottom one being the quietest place in the entire school. Joon rarely uses that floor. The back end of the first floor was lined with study rooms, and oftentimes he would rent one for the sake of spending more time with a classmate than necessary. These days, he’ll go in to the room the Student Government Association uses just to wave at Jimin. Again, Namjoon believes the boy likes this attention.

Moreover, the top floor of the library is much more casual. Anyone could go to use the computers, grab books, and hang out between classes.

Faulty bean bags lined the outside where the windows were, as well as round tables with plastic chairs. The walls are painted burgundy red, similar to the school’s logo. And every piece of furniture is either painted gold or some sort of faux gold that turned green over the years. The center contained hip level bookshelves that were, truthfully, falling apart. The twenty computers in the library were old and dated. If an IT degree-seeking student needed a computer for their courses, these would be the last they could ever use.

Hence why Jimin and SGA are trying to make this part of the library more appealing and updated.

As Namjoon enters, his pace slows to a halt and he searches the entire vicinity. Thankful for the short bookshelves and open space only in this moment. When his eyes finally land on a familiar faces, his brows knit together and he approaches with loud stomps.

The first thing he notices straight away are the people missing. Hoseok and Yoongi.

Namjoon spots Jimin and Taehyung off in a corner, talking aggressively to each other.

When Taehyung first started talking to Hoseok, he would hang around the group casually and use Jungkook’s relationship with Yoongi as a reason to hang around. It was fun to have Tae around, and Jin never bothered him before. Why the sudden interest? It confused Joon.

Yoongi has his eyes in his phone, Joon assumes he is texting, while Jin has lovey dovey eyes over something Tae is saying behind him.

“Hyung,” Joon clears his throat to get their attention, specifically Jin. “What are you doing here? I thought we were meeting at the cafe?”

Jin shrugs nonchalantly. “After that whole mess with Jungkook this morning, I didn’t feel like it. Plus, I got brunch with Taehyung after my second class. I’m stuffed.” He’s almost condescending about it, and he grins at Yoongi for assurance.

Yoongi doesn’t give it to him though. Namjoon notices that Yoongi is barely making eye contact.

As Joon is about to speak, Yoongi interjects. “Where were you this morning, Joon? I needed you. A lot of shit went down!” Namjoon takes his lip between his teeth and shrugs at the older male. Without replying, Yoongi bounces out of his seat and collects his things and leaves. No one seems affected, but Joon worries about why Yoongi is so concerned.

“He got into an argument this morning with Jungkook,” Jin answers, obviously reading the look on Jimin’s face. Namjoon observes how Jimin is listening in, but also listening to Taehyung. “I think Jungkook’s having a bad day.”

“Yeah well, gathering what I’m looking at, no one is happy right now…” Namjoon peers up. Jimin and Taehyung are still talking. So, he looks back to Jin. “What’s going on, hyung?”

Taehyung looks at Jin then back at Jimin, then at Jin again.

Namjoon shakes his head. “Okay… Did I miss something?” He sits down in front of Jin with his arms on the table. “What happened to Hobi? Why did Yoongi leave? Why is Taehyung looking at you like a puppy waiting for his master to give him a treat?”

Jin shrugs again, and Joon is about to hit him. Really, hit him. “Hoseok lied to everyone. He has a girlfriend, you know. Never even told me. I found out because Taehyung told me.”

“And? So what? That still doesn’t explain why you’re here with Tae!” Namjoon scowls with flailing arms.

“We just… connected. I don’t know. I can’t explain it. The other day I saw the poor kid sitting in the courtyard and approached him. He told me about Hobi and his girlfriend, and when I told him that we can hang out, he was excited. He isn’t talking to Hoseok because he’s a liar. So… We bonded.”

Namjoon cocks his head. “Bonded? Bonded over what, hyung?”

“A lot of things!” But Jin only wiggles his brows.

Joon grits his teeth, shaking his head. “How did Jungkook find out about you guys then? Why was Yoongi asking about you this morning?”

Jin falls silent for a moment, but his smile grows uncomfortably. But Joon only gives him an epic death glare until he caves. “He slept over our apartment. I didn’t know. Taehyung was there too. So they woke up and saw each other and Taehyung kinda ran.”

“Ran where?”

“Back to my room.” Jin’s toothy and smiling way too wide. Namjoon really wants to knock his teeth in. “You should see him in the morning, Joon-ie. The boy is beautiful.”

Then, it hits him. It hits him why Yoongi asks about him, why Jin said he was with a friend, and why Jimin has Taehyung cornered right now. His eyes flicker between Jimin, Tae, and back to Jin. He releases a sigh. “You’re… Hyung… You’re not…”

But his friend goes quiet again. His smile, his facial expression, the condescending glance he shoots at Jimin speaks volumes though.

“You slept with Taehyung!?” He says it too loudly and captures Jimin’s attention. His eyes land on the blonde boy, but glance back at Jin as he starts laughing again. “This isn’t funny, Jin! You slept with him? Seriously? What the hell is wrong with you!? Who are you?”

In all their years of knowing each other, Namjoon never thought he would ask that question. To Jin, of all people. This was truly shocking. Once upon a time, they sat together in their dorms and talked about… everything. He remembers the night they all came out to one another. When Yoongi finished talking about how hard he fell in love with Jungkook, Jin confessed to being pansexual, and Namjoon said he was gay.

It was a meaningful moment for the boys to share this. Namjoon and Jin agreed that they wanted what Yoongi had. Even if only a taste. What Yoongi had with Jungkook seemed real, it was solid, stable. Something neither truly had in friendships or relationships. Jin is so picky, so conservative, the idea of sleeping with someone he didn’t know well terrified him.

But something in Jin changed. Sometime between Sophomore and Junior year, he changed. He was no longer a shoe-gazing college student with an interest in education or love. No, something happened that caused Jin to become reckless and unattainable.

His parents divorced, his dad moves to the United States, and his mom becomes a drunk.

Namjoon tries to imagine Jin as someone he doesn’t know well. He tries to imagine Jin as a guy with a soft spot, with weaknesses, with some kind of Achilles’ heel that could make Taehyung believe he was different. But he can’t.

These days, Kim Seokjin has a reputation that most people do not choose to associate with. Not voluntarily. Yes, he has loyal, stable friendships with Yoongi, Namjoon and Hoseok, even they had their frustrations. Yoongi has shared one too many stories about Jin manipulating him into writing essays, Hoseok mentions discounts at his store, and Joon and Jin stopped seeing eye-to-eye a long time ago.

Kim Seokjin does not treat people nicely. Not unless he needs something from them. Not unless he can take something from them.

What could he possibly gain from being with Taehyung though? As far as Joon knows, they have nothing in common.

As Namjoon watches Jimin and Taehyung, he huffs. Tae is storming away, and Jimin is starting to shout behind him. “Don’t you remember the things he told me last week? How I was bet to them? All of that was untrue and he said those things to get under my skin!” Jimin pleas for his friend to see the truth. “He’ll hurt you-- You’ll regret this!”

As Taehyung walks out, Jimin attempts to follow, but Joon stands up and grabs the younger by his forearm. “Stop. Jimin. Stop. Let him go…” He just wants to cut in, to alleviate the tension.

In the short weeks that they’ve built a bond, Namjoon wants to believe that Jimin could trust him. He’s done nothing to prove otherwise. When Jimin needed help with a conflict in SGA, he texted Joon the entire afternoon about it. When Taehyung found out about Hoseok’s girlfriend, Jimin was there, but Namjoon texted Jimin the whole night as a means to stay awake. Yes, their friendship is short-lived, but Namjoon trusts this bond enough and hopes that Jimin would listen to him right now.

He wants Jimin to understand, to calm down, but it backfires as Jimin shoves him away and shakes his head.

“You! You lied to me! You lied straight to my face!” Jimin takes his frustrations out on Joon without thinking twice. “I asked you if he was safe from Hobi and you said yes! You said he would be alright and now look! Look where he’s gone,” He glares back at Jin, who is still ironically grinning from ear-to-ear. Namjoon could kill him. “He’s sunken so low he actually cares about that monster.”

It was enough to cause Jin’s grin to fade. It softens to a frown but Jimin doesn’t look long enough to notice. However, Namjoon mirrors the reaction. He is saddened by his friend’s disappointment, but he doesn’t address it. Not right now. “Jimin, listen-- I’m sorry this happened-- I’m sorry but--”

“But what? You think stopping me from running after Tae is gonna-- is gonna what? Get you laid? You’re not hero in this scenario, Joon. You’re not as high and mighty as you believe. You’re just as bad, if not worse, than the rest of them. You let them believe Hoseok is a bad guy for keeping his relationship from you. You stand by Jin even after Yoongi leaves. Even after you know Jin upset him! There is nothing but toxicity surrounding your friend group. Honestly, Yoongi is your redeeming quality. Isn’t that pathetic? One man, that isn’t even you, he’s your saving grace.” Jimin shoves Joon again. “Do me a favor…” He glares at Jin quickly and then back to Joon. “Both of you… Leave me, and my friends, alone.” He says through his teeth, looking between the upperclassmen once more before storming off.

Namjoon’s eyes follow Jimin as the boy darts out of the library, but his ears catch the cackle that escapes Jin without falter. He turns slowly to face the older guy, feeling disbelief at his reaction. “What’s funny, hyung? What’s so funny right now?” He turns fully to Jin and places his palms on the table. Jin doesn’t answer. Not right away. The guy shakes his head and peers up at Joon, but he doesn’t answer fast enough.

“This is hilarious to you, isn’t it? Watching everyone fall apart under your thumb? This is pure entertainment, huh?” Namjoon asks rhetorically through gritted teeth.

“Relax…” Jin sighs. “Your boyfriend is fine, his friends are fine. They’ll live. You’ll all get over it—“

“Over what, hyung? Hm? You? Your chaotic ways?”

“Ah fuck, not you too, Joon--”

“--Yoongi is pissed at me because of you! Jimin is arguing with his best friend, because of you! And you pitted everyone against Hoseok! You are a puppet master, so you think it’s all going to be fine?”

“I didn’t pit anyone against Hobi!” Jin stands impatiently, leaning on the table and challenging Namjoon’s glare. “He lied to me! He lied to all of us, but that’s fine by you, isn’t it? He told you the truth so everything should just keep going the way it was?” For once, Namjoon doesn’t look away. He doesn’t let Jin win. It’s surprising him. “Yeah, you thought Yoongi wouldn’t tell me. Of course he’s pissed at you. You lied to him too, you know. And Jimin and his friends are not my problem.” Jin glances away as if the conversation is over, as if he won.

Namjoon doesn’t let him win that easily. “—Yoongi cares about Jungkook—“

“Oh, spare me, Joon!”

“—I care about Jimin!”

“That’s not my problem!”

“Hoseok cares about Taehyung!”

“So do I!”

Just like that. There’s silence in the library again. The two friends stand up straight, refusing to look away from each other. But they know that other eyes are on them.

The only thing on Namjoon’s mind is Jin’s confessions. He scoffs in disgust, in disbelief of his friend’s selfishness. “You don’t care about Taehyung. You don’t care about him, your friends, anyone. You only care about what’s convenient for you, what piques your interest. You don’t—“

“Excuse me? Fellas?” Namjoon is interrupted by a short black-haired woman. It’s the librarian’s assistant. She’s mousy but assertive, standing between Jin and Namjoon at the front of the table. “Everything okay over here? Because if this continues, I’ll have to call campus security.”

“Don’t bother,” Jin smiles and shoots her a charming wink. “My friend was just leaving.”

When Jin turns back to look at Namjoon, Joon is already scoffs and shakes his head. “Yeah. Right.” He says, fixing his jaw. As he turns to walk away, he thinks for a moment and chuckles lightly. When he thinks some more, he returns to Jin swiftly. “You know what, you better listen to Jimin. Leave him and his friends alone. And while you’re at it, leave me alone too. Don’t come to me for anything. We’re done. I’m not going to keep letting you ruin my friendships. Stay away from me.”

“Or what?” Jin asks with a whimsical expression.

Joon peeks at the short distance between them and smiles. “Come around this table and find out for yourself.”

“Alright, alright!” The assistant interjects again, holding her hand on Jin’s chest. The guy is close to lunging forward, but she’s snappy and dominant, and they don’t want to mess with her. She’s innocent in all of this. “That’s enough. Leave.”

But he is already doing that. He was halfway out the door before he was grabbing his phone from his pocket and texting Hobi and Yoongi to see if they’re okay.

YOONGI: At the record store with BF. Going back to his apartment later.

HOBI: Yeah I’m good. I was in a lecture and I have work in an hour. I’ll talk to you guys later.

NAMJOON: Jin and I aren’t on speaking terms anymore. We’ll talk later.

He sees a message bubble pop up but he doesn’t stick around for a reply. Instead he is going through his phone contacts and searching for Jimin’s name. When he finds it, Namjoon dials it immediately. He prays the other will answer. And when he does, he can already sense the tension in his tone.

Jimin lets out a loud sigh before asking, “What do you want Joon? I told you—”

“I know what you said, but that’s not good enough for me. I can’t not talk to you.”

There’s a pause. Joon can hear Tae in the background of Jimin’s end.

“I’m a little busy right now. I’m trying to salvage a friendship here.”

“Later then. Can we talk later?”

“I don’t know, Joon…”

“Please. Seriously. Salvage this one too. We should talk.”

“I’ll text you.”

“Jimin, please.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this…”

Before he can say anything else, Jimin ends the call. Low growls and curses escape Namjoon. He feels hopeless, angsty, peeved. But he isn’t ready to give up so easily. He can’t. Not on Jimin.

So he orders himself a Lyft and spends the $12 needed to get from the school to Jimin’s apartment. Namjoon needs to see him again. Jimin needs to know how badly Joon wants to cut Jin out of his life. Jimin needs to see how important he is to him.

[thegrimllama]

plot twist

I’m a miserable twerp at the moment, but I managed to wrangle this into being over the last few days.  The song that sparked the idea is Plot Twist by Marc E. Bassy.  

It wasn’t often that Chloe got home late from the clinic.  She usually had a set 9-5, but today had been a field call to the zoo for their three-monthly checkups.  It had been a long day.  A seven am start and now she was walking through the door at half past six, with aching arches and a wombat bite to the left boob.

She could hear Beca singing loudly in the kitchen.as she unlocked the front door and let herself in.  

I always thought it would only be one kiss

One became a hundred

Oh, all of a sudden, I'm saying, "I love you"

Quietly, so as not to startle her housemate, she slid her tote onto the floor and made her way into the kitchen, following the scent of italian herbs and fresh bread.  She watched Beca moving around the kitchen, dropping low and swinging her hips as she stirred the simmering pasta sauce, her headphones, hung low around her neck.  

Chloe had always thought Beca was attractive.  That was not news.  Hell, she’d fully considered asking Tom to excuse them, that first day in the Barden showers.  Now, she was thankful that she’d gone with her gut and just let their friendship grow at it’s own pace.  She smiled into her hand, stifling the giggle that threatened to expose her spying as Beca dropped to the the floor and swung her ass out into a spin.  

Beca’s eyes caught Chloe’s and widened, the spoon in her hand flying onto the bench with a shriek.  

 “What the fuck, Chlo?”

She watched Beca fumbling to pause the song on her phone, “That was the hottest slut drop I’ve seen since Emily had too many tequila shots at Aubrey’s birthday party.  I especially loved the little…”

 “Okay!”

Chloe took a seat on the counter, completely ignoring the barstools and Beca’s pointed glance.  “New song?  It’s catchy.”

Beca stuttered slightly, turning back to the pasta sauce on the stove, “Just… New artist at work.  We’re working on lyrics to help it flow a little better.  We have a chorus and maybe a verse. I dunno.”

Chloe smirked and tugged Beca back by the belt loop.  “Sing it for me?”

Beca rolled her eyes, “Why are you like this?  I’m cooking you dinner like a good housemate and…” Chloe locked her ankles around Beca’s waist, fixing her with a raised eyebrow.  “Beca fuckin Mitchell.”

 “Ugh!”

The poppy melodic had Chloe bopping along as Beca laced their fingers together, crooning through the chorus of the song.  

Chloe felt the familiar tug of in her chest, that usually made itself known around Beca, or when she heard a song that really just resonated.  She watched Beca get into the verse, freeing herself from the trappings of Chloe’s legs.  

Since you came into my world

I had to leave that in the past tense

 “Oh! I love that…”

Beca smirked, “You love everything I write.”  

Chloe fought down the blush fighting its way into her cheeks.  “You’re talented.  If only you could cook too…”

Beca gasped and shoved the spoon at Chloe’s mouth, “Bitch what’s this?”

Chloe held eye contact, slipping the spoon between her lips, “I’ve had better.”

 “Get out of my kitchen.”  

***

All my life I've been a player, player, player

But I don't wanna play no more

Beca was blaming this project.  This damn song.  The damn lyrics springing to mind, reminding her of Chloe.  The artist’s ideas for the direction of the song foring a lovely little fantasy in Beca’s mind, twisting her relationship with her housemate until she was powering out lyric after lyric, all about Chloe.  

She tossed and turned, watching the clock on her nightstand move from ten, to eleven, to midnight, her brain filled with images and words and rhymes.

One am and Beca picked up her phone, opening the Bella group chat.  

Bmitch: @Junkem how the fuck do you sleep when you have a hook in your head…

Junkem:  *smirk emoji*

Bmitch:  *High five*

She clicked on the call coming through from Emily’s private chat.

 “‘Sup lil Junk?”

 “I don’t.  That’s my answer.  Who’s the subject? Or is it just a song?”

Beca stretched out groaning as her back popped, one, two, three times.  “Well, here’s the thing…  It started as just a song.”

 “Oh!”

She could hear the smirk in Emily’s voice, “Yeah.  So the artist pitch for the song was a journey from nothing to something.  So far it’s gorgeous, but like…  I just keep thinking about…”

 “Who!?”

Beca rolled her eyes at the shrill whisper, “Jesus Emily, it is one am.”

 “Yes, and I’m in a steady relationship with my music so can you please just let me live vicariously through you?”

 “Fine.  Let me sing you what we’ve got so far.”

Two verses and a chorus later, Emily was cooing into the phone, practically squealing about how cute it was.  

 “Please tell me it’s Chloe…”

Beca froze.  “What?”

 “Listen, Beca… I’ve been waiting for you idiots to sort your shit out since Chloe broke up with Boston…”

 “Chicago,” Beca chuckled.

 “Whatever.”

Beca groaned.  “I swear to God, she’s just in here all the damn time.  This song just… It’s making me wonder what would happen if I just….”

 “Ask her out?”

 “Maybe.  But… I’m going to get this song finished and maybe these thoughts will just… fade with it.”

 “Maybe they will.  But what if they don’t?”

Beca was honestly not sure she was ready to find out.

***

The first thing Chloe noticed when she woke the next morning, was Beca and Emily’s interaction in group chat.  The second thing, was the sound of the blender buzzing lightly through the thin wall.  Beca clearly hadn’t slept.  

She rolled out of bed, flipping her hair up into a messy bun as she trudged into the kitchen.  

 “Hey sleepyhead!”  

Yep, Beca hadn’t slept at all.

Chloe leaned on her housemate’s shoulder, “It’s so early.”

 “I have an 8am start at the studio this morning,” Beca said, reaching up to scratch the nape of her friends neck.  

Chloe groaned contentedly, nuzzling her face into Beca’s neck.  “Did you get any sleep last night?”

 “I’m fine Chlo.  Nothing a few cups of coffee won’t fix.”

 “My boob still hurts.”

Beca laughed, “I don’t even know what a fucking wombat is, but it’s still hilarious.”  

 “I hope your smoothie tastes like kale water.”

 “Well, it’s your smoothie, and I have to go,” Beca said.  She spun around, catching Chloe completely off guard with a quick kiss on the mouth.  It was chaste, the kind of kiss that usually landed on a cheek, or a forehead, but still a kiss.  And it still ripped through Chloe, turning her stomach with a flurry of butterflies that really felt like they were probably the size of Hercules Moths.  The front door to the apartment had clicked shut, silencing Beca’s melodic humming before Chloe had completely registered what had just happened.  A tidal wave of Holy shit and oh my god’s looping through her brain. What the fuck was that?

***

Beca was still humming to herself as she entered the turnstiles to the subway.  She’d typed out what she hoped was probably the last verse of the song as she was standing on the platform, and spent the fifteen minute trip playing with the lyrics on her phone.  Unfortunately for Beca, not having her mind occupied by words and melodies meant her brain went straight back home.  Straight to Chloe.  

Chloe.  

Who Beca had kissed.  

She stopped dead in her tracks, lurching forwards as impatient commuters collided with her back.  She started walking, quickly trying to exit the noisy platform so she could gather her thoughts.  What the fuck had she been thinking?

Clearly, she hadn’t.  

She flipped her sunglasses down, muting the glare filtering through the doorway and opened her contacts.

 “Emily, I need help.”

 “Beca?  It’s like 7:30? Have you even tried to sleep yet?”

 “I have an early session at the studio.  Look, I know you’re sleeping but I’ve… fucked up.”

She crossed the pavement, well away that the suits around her were ignoring most of her conversation, “Like, really.”

 “What’d you do?  Kiss Chloe?”

Beca froze again, this time nearly being thrown to the pavement in her stupor.  “How did you….?”  Beca paused, waiting for the laughter to subside.  “You done, Junk?”  Another snort from Emily, followed by an apology, “I don’t know why, but it just happened.”

 “And why did you call me and not Chloe?”

 “I don’t know dude.  Probably because I’m freaking the fuck out that I’ve ruined the best damn relat… friendship I’ve ever had.”

 “Relax.  Go to work. Text Chloe.”

Beca stared at the phone, slightly miffed that Emily had hung up on her.  “Rude.”  

She felt the phone vibrate in her hand.  

New Message from Chloe <3

Plot Twist?

Damn.  How could one message give Beca the link to the entire damn song that had kept her up all night.  

Becs:  I love you

Becs:  Don’t be weird, but you literally just finished the song for me.

Chloe <3:  See you tonight?  

Chloe <3:  Amy’s at *not*bumper’s.

Chloe <3:  Bring wine.

Becs:  Yes, dear.

Chloe <3:  I like the sound of that...

Beca wasn’t going to hyperventilate.  

Except… She probably was.

[mayicallyoudavid]

Uhhh so let’s write this down before I forget even more of it. 

I had a dream that was some weird mix of Door Void and an oak grove and a whole lot of monsters. The beginning of the sequence follows an older kid who’s having an argument with their father and younger brother. Like a very heated argument. The kid storms out and pulls out what looks like a very classic military style motorcycle with a dark blue paint job. 

Kind of like a mixture of these. 

...but blue and less cargo pouches. 

He’s driving and its wet and rainy and foggy and he’s not really paying attention to wear he’s going. He’s just going. Something weird catches his eye and he turns his head to try and see what it was (FOOLISH!) and loses control of the bike and wipes out. 

He wakes up on the ground sometime later, with someone standing over him. The guy standing over him is apparently someone he knows and doesn’t get allong with. It’s implied that he’s a common bully for the kid because he asks if he’s alright and later comments how he’s usually the one beating the shit out of him and it was ridiculous to see him do it to himself. The kid isn’t sure how to take this so just kind of accepts the helping hand with a “yeah thanks whatever” and gets up to check the bike. Some scrapes and the light is completely shattered, but otherwise seemingly fine. 

The kid contemplates the options he has and looks around...and stops. He doesn’t recognize anything about where he is. Not a damn thing and there doesn’t seem to be anyone else on the road. 

“Hey... [Bully], where the fuck are we? I thought you lived in [some town name].”

He shrugged, continuing to appear nonchalant. “I do. I went for a walk.”

“Then do you know where this is?”

There was a long silence of the guy looking over Kid in sort of a judgmental manner before his shoulders slumped and he glanced off. “No. I guess I wasn’t paying attention or something. Just walking with my headphones on, y’know? Getting lost in the music. Stupid.” He walked over to the railing lining the road and looked over the edge. They seemed to be on a bridge, but the fog was too thick to see either end or how far the drop was below. “...Crazy fuckin weather we’re having tonight, huh...”  

Kid picks up his bike and turns it around to face the way he came from. “I’m...going to head back and see if I can recognize something.” B doesn’t really say anything but just nods and follows. Kid doesn’t say anything to try and stop him, but isn’t really liking the concept of being around him. He’s walking his bike and they’re walking for a while and the bridge goes on for quite some time and finally meets a grounded road surrounded by trees. 

.... most of the rest is incredibly choppy and mixed in with other things. At some point they get on the bike, at another point they have to LEAVE the bike... I think there winds up being a rode block that they can’t get around. Either fallen rocks or a sinkhole or both. Which has both Kid and the bully fucking baffled because its the only road and this couldn’t have JUST HAPPENED. It’s too much of a hassle to try and drag the bike through the woods so Kid pulls it a bit in and hides it between a bush and a tree, pulls out a heavy lock and chain from one of the pouches and locks it to the tree (good thinking). He mutters something along the line of “I better be able to make my way back here...” Bully had already started a bit into the woods and calls over for Kid to hurry up. 

So there’s a lot of walking through a mixture of tall skinny trees and gnarly oaks. Walking and walking and neither of them is saying anything. 

Things start getting weird. Like visuals get almost twitchy. Glitchy in real life and there’s a faint sound that pops up that I can hardly explain as distorted electrical currents. Torn audio, shattered frequencies. 

They’re both noticing, but Bully is the first to say anything. Something along the lines of “what in the fuck is...” he takes a step forward and reality kind of shatters. The forest seems to tear itself open in a single moment and suddenly they’re in a hallway. One of those hallways I’ve seen far too many times to count; a dreary hall way where the air is too thick and none of the doors look like the next. Some of them have numbers or words or are completely blank; none of them make any sense to either of them. 

Kid is looking around with wide eyes like he knows the place or at least has seen it once before. Once a long time ago in a dream. He’s quietly saying “what the fuck” in repentance as he walks over to a red, moulded door with a gold (but tarnished) 15A on it. He slowly reaches for the handle but Bully nudges his shoulder a little too roughly, trying to get his attention. 

“Kid, what the fuck is that? Is that a person?” 

Kid first looks behind them and the hallway continues on into darkness. He looks the other way and there’s someone or something standing there; just far enough away that they can’t get a good look. The shape is human, they look solid, but there’s something incredibly wrong about them. They’re of slender frame and seem to be wearing light blue pajamas and their feet are bare. 

Kid swallows and calls out. “Hello? Are you lost? Do you know where this is?” 

The words give a hollow echo and then seem to get swallowed up by the darkness itself. The figure convulses and literally twitches and folds backwards in on itself with an audible, wet crunching noise, yet starts moving towards them in a completely inhuman manner. Bully spews out some creatively vulgar string of curse words and kind of tugs kid in the opposite direction before starting to run. Kid grabs the handle to the door he’s in front of and turns the handle... but before he can open it, the hallway falls away in an instant and they’re back in for forest. 

Bully trips on a root and falls into a pile of dead leaves. 

They take a moment to...gather themselves. They’re fucking scared and confused and Bully is very vocal about it. A little too aggressive. At some point he grabs kids shoulders roughly and shouts “What the fuck is going ON?” to which Kid gets angry and answers “HOW THE FUCK SHOULD I KNOW?” Bully recoils and looks a little regretful. Kid shoves him off and walks away. 

“I think... we were headed this way. We should get back to the road that way...” 

.......................

I think they make it back to the road or a road and eventually the trees start to clear out a little. The road finally splits off  a bit and leads to a small, nice looking home. The lights are on and there’s music playing inside. There are still no signs. 

With no other ideas, they head for the house and hesitantly ring the doorbell. A kind looking elderly man opens the door and looks a little surprised but gives a “Oh hello! What can I do for you boys?” There’s some kind of party happening inside. Almost what a low energy christmas party would look and feel like but minus the christmas. Kid glances back outside. Lots of people. No cars. Weird. 

Bully also looks uncomfortable. “We’re lost. Can we use a phone?” 

“Lost?” He sort of chuckles. “That’s quite a way. Yes, come in. Come in! You’ve picked a perfect night to stop by because there’s plenty of food and drink if you’re hungry.” He motions them inside and they take a moment to enter. Kid starts to take off his shoes (to be polite!) and the man stops him. “Oh no need to do that.” He smiles. “It’s a party! We’ll have to do plenty of cleaning up afterwards anyway.” 

“Oh, alright. Thanks.” 

Again...things are choppy. Things seem nice and everyone seems pleasant but there’s something...underneath. The man tells them that the phone is in the kitchen. The kitchen itself has plenty of extra party food, waiting to refill whats been put out in the other rooms. The phone is a mustard yellow and hangs on the wall, clashing with the white wallpaper patterned with pink begonias. 

I call my dad and get the voice mail. It takes a moment, but I leave a quiet explanation of the situation...and an apology. A mention that I’ll try calling again soon. Bully calls with a similar result, but leaves a less heartfelt message. 

I don’t remember much of the rest but I think things start getting weirder and more foreboding. Both of them are hungry but feel uneasy about touching any food in this house. 

The fact that neither of them have phones and there doesn’t seem to be even a presence of cellphones wither means the dream is in a dated setting or the two just don’t have phones and the man is Old School lmao I have no idea

there was some sort of symbolism of tall reeds being bent down one by one and its was a bad thing. Like some kind of count down to something bad. I woke up sometime right after this. 

lordy fuckeroni that got long

[bratkook]

clairvoyant. (m) part four.

masterlist 

word count: 9.5k

no warnings this chapter, just nice friendly banter between friends.

The white ceramic mug filled with hot chocolate felt warm in your hand as you brought it back and forth from your knee to your lips in an almost robotic motion. You had your roommates knitted blanket balled around your waist, covering your legs as you sat criss crossed and hunched over your laptop on your bed.

The both of you were in preparation mode, neither of you bothering to turn on the lights in your dorm or open the blinds and instead choosing to have your faces lit up by the blue cast coming from your laptop screens. She was busy typing away, finishing up a 17 page essay on god knows what, her hair was sticking up in different directions from the countless times she ran her fingers through it in frustration, she had a stained grey hoodie on and her purple duvet covering her bottom half. It all screamed stressed college student.

“It’s times like this that I regret being so into history when I was in highschool. Why? Why did you let me do this Y/N?” She shouted out at you, deciding to chuck one of the countless pillows on her side right at you, successfully smacking into the left side of your face, causing your hair to muss up and your teeth to clank against the ceramic mug as you tried to take a drink.

Your fingers rubbed at your front teeth as you turned and glared at her, seeing her face hidden behind her hands as she screamed into them. “I didn’t know you back then Wendy, but in retrospect, you’d be typing up a 17 page essay on something else right now. At least this is something you enjoy.”

She peeked back up from behind her hands, shrugging in agreement at your words, “Very true.”

“Plus, some guys get boners when you mention you’re a history major.”

Her lips turned up at that, shooting you a wink, “Also very true.”

She sighed and flopped onto her back in defeat, your gaze went back to your laptop screen. You had photoshop opened up and a few pictures you had taken of your friends spread out but you were currently working on color correcting a picture of Taehyung.

“How’s it coming along?” Wendy asked, her attention now gone from her essay and completely focused on scrolling through social media on her phone.

You hummed as you studied the picture some more, “It’s coming. I just feel like I’ve been staring at Taehyung’s face for so long that he’s gone ugly.”

She snorted at that, hopping out of bed and going to peek over your shoulder to see the picture you were working on. “Now that’s impossible.” Her chin rested on your shoulder as she watched you fiddle with the levels before finally deciding that it was good and you’d come back to it later, you needed a break from seeing his face staring right back at you.

“I guess.” You reply, raising the arm that wasn’t still holding the mug up for a stretch, hearing stuff pop and feeling the tension in your shoulder ease up. You had been sitting here since noon, reviewing and editing pictures for the upcoming exhibit at the end of the month and it was now 9 at night. It was something they did every year so you had been preparing for this since the start of the summer, which is when you had taken these pictures, you had just held off on editing due to focusing on other projects and work but you couldn’t hold off on any longer.

“I guess,” Wendy mocked your voice, smacking the back of your head before retreating back to her bed, “he is god sent Y/N. A classic Mcdreamy, honestly.”

You reached across your bed to set the empty mug down on the desk at the end of your bed, “Wow Wendy, want me to put in a good word for you?”

She slapped her palm against her chest, “Oh no, my heart is way too fragile for the man that Kim Taehyung is. He’s wonderful to look at from afar and I am but a weak woman who would cry after a one night stand.”

You sat back on your butt and laughed, Wendy had told you time and time again that the college life just wasn’t for her. She couldn’t handle mindless hooking up and Kim Taehyung was the literal definition of a mindless hookup, him being the kind of guy that would suggest getting you an uber before your post orgasm glow faded, leaving the weak feeling vulnerable and a little betrayed.

“Honestly I applaud you.” She continued, placing her headphones around her neck as she fixed up her bed a bit.

“And why’s that?” You ask, mimicking her actions and tidying up your bed as well, tossing her knit blanket back at her. Your cream coloured duvet being smoothed out and your graphic pillows being placed at the head of the bed, one adorning a repeating pattern of an eye and the other having a drawing of a moth on it.

Wendy plopped back down on the bed, resuming her stewing position and attempting to finish off her essay, “Because you have a heart of steel.”

Your sock covered feet padded their way to flick on the light to see the mirror held above your desk, using it to help fix up your hair that had been in the same lopsided ponytail since you woke up. “Negative. I’m just not looking for commitment right now. Believe me, if I had any romantic feelings for Tae I would’ve been a crying ball of mush by now.”

Your fingers raked through your hair, smoothing out the bumps and pulling out any of the knots as you remade the ponytail and began digging through your drawers for a change of clothes. You slipped off your faded graphic tee and threw it in the hamper, it smelled like coffee and inner frustrations, instead you grabbed a distressed white tee and slipped it on. Wendy was talking in the background but a sound coming from the hall caught your attention.

You could hear boots stomping around and childish laughter, your finger was raised up, successfully shushing Wendy and making her ears perk up to listen. “Is that…”

A loud smack could be heard before someone groaned out in pain, “Ow, fuck you Min Yoongi.” The voice rasped out, sounding a lot closer now.

You mouthed out a sorry at Wendy, which she shrugged off with a smile, deciding to slip on her headphones and play music to block out the events that were about to happen while going back to her essay.

You were expecting knocks to come from your door but instead it was swung open, eliciting a scream from you and a gasp from Wendy, both of you having your hands placed over your hearts.

“Jesus fucking–”

“You really should lock your door Y/N, you never know what creeps could be lurking.”

Your fists were balled up and you couldn’t hold back from smacking him on the chest repeatedly, “Fuck you Yoongi! You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“Fight! Fight! Fight!” Tae and Hoseok chanted behind him, phone’s being held up, pretending to record the cat fight. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, stopping you from assaulting him as he gave you a dry smile, “Don’t attack me for proving why you should lock your door, I could’ve been a creep.”

You glare up at him, seeing him huff out a piece of hair that had fallen out of place from your attack, “You’re not far from it.” You grumbled out, yanking your wrists out of his grasp and going back to your clothes. “Now please tell me what I have done to be graced with your presence.”

The three of them seemed to finally realize your roommate was in, giving her a small greeting which she returned before she turned up the volume in her headphones and typed away. Taehyung made himself at home, sitting on your bed and looking at your laptop, “Hey, thats me!”

Hoseok sat down behind him, looking over his shoulder just like Wendy had done earlier, “That’s all of us, you self centered fuck.” Smack. Tae’s red hair flew up at the impact, his fingers rubbing the spot Hobi had hit.

“This was before you dyed your hair, please refresh my memory was Ronald Mcdonald your inspo?” Hoseok teased him, laughing out at the shocked expression on his face.

“Fuck you Jung, this red hair makes me a chick magnet–”

“Who even calls themselves a chick magnet anymore?”

“Someone who gets a lot of pussy!”

They continued their back and forth bickering but the first comment caught Yoongi’s attention so he made his way to the bed, seeing the files you had open of the photoshoot you had them agree to months ago. It had been shot in two days, half of the pictures being shot with colorful confetti outdoors with your DSLR and the other half, which were shot on film and were not on your computer, being in black and white in a studio. “What was this for again?”

You were holding up two pairs of jeans against yourself, not being able to decide until Hoseok pointed at the blue denim with holes in the knees, “The Fall photography exhibit.”

“Yeah but isn’t that a good ways from now?”

You gave him a curious look, “No, Yoongi. It’s next week.”

His eyes widened at that, “Fuck me.” His hands ran down his face as he groaned, he obviously lost track of time and most likely didn’t even know what month it was anymore. “I need to start editing my photos now.” He spoke to himself, going through a game plan of how he would get it done.

You grabbed the changing divider you had in your room for situations like this and slipped behind it, changing out of your sweats and into the pair of jeans before folding it back up and resting it against the wall.

“You’ll get it done, you planned it all summer. Don’t stress.” You gave him a reassuring smile as you made your way to them, saving the files in your computer before closing the laptop and shoving it into your side bag, choosing to sit down in front of Taehyung with your back against the wall.

He snapped his fingers in realization, “Right, speaking of stress, I got you a job.”

Your back straightened up at that, eyebrows raised up as you waited for him to elaborate. “Just say the word and it’s yours. I put in a good word for you at the photo studio I work at and if you want it, you’re hired.”

“Yes! Yeah I want it!”

“Good, I was gonna beat you down if you said no. They’re most likely gonna have us work together since our schedules are similar but you start Monday so you have today and tomorrow to bask in unemployment.”

It was like the angels began to sing, you had been searching for a job after you quit the last place you had been working at for months, being tired of getting yelled at by drunken customers that spit more than they actually talked. The amount of times you had come back to the dorms, exhausted from school and work, reeking of meat and cheap soju was ridiculous so you quit a month before school started. The stress of bills hadn’t piled up yet due to the fact that your scholarship was still paying but you knew if a job wasn’t found soon you would spiral again.

“I’ll text you the time and location if I don’t see you before. I gotta go start editing, you just lit a fire under my ass Y/N.” He reached over and ruffled your hair before leaving, making a note to lock your door and shoot you a wink before shutting it.

“Party tonight, you in?” Tae asked the second Yoongi left, his hands reaching out and digging into your left shoulder at an attempt to massage it.

“I’m gonna pass, is it at the Delta fucking whatever’s again?”

His thumb dug deeper into your shoulder making you wince and slap his hand away, “No, just a house party. I got my roommate to agree to go.”

You gave him a side glance, seeing Hoseok roll his eyes, “He agreed to go for fun or did he agree to go to baby sit you?”

He hummed at that, “Now that you put it that way…I’m gonna have to get him super drunk from the get go. Better start pregaming now.” He shot up from the bed and just walked out, no goodbyes, his mind too focused on thinking what drinks he’d force down Jeon Jungkook’s throat.

You could just picture Jungkook now, wide eyed and very out of his element. It had been three weeks since the start of school and you had only really interacted a handful of times, a few times when you were in his and Tae’s room and a few other times in class but you never really hung out, or fulfilled the open promise of coffee. Regardless the few interactions you two had made it very clear that Jungkook was very far from Taehyung, he entered college with a serious determination to study, he always declined offers for parties and always seemed wary when Tae mentioned drugs so the fact that he agreed to go to this house party was very shocking.

“Poor kid.” Hoseok sighed out, he was laid back on your bed, his hands behind his head, looking rather comfy.

“I’m tempted to go to make sure Tae doesn’t get him black out drunk but I can’t waste anymore time with these pictures.”

He shook his head, “Tae’s wild but he’s not an ass, he probably just wants to show him what he’s been missing. I think he’ll be fine.”

That was true, he wouldn’t leave him like a fish out of water. He would probably just ease him into alcohol and leave it at that, as long as Jungkook didn’t naively say yes to everything he would be fine.

Your stomach grumbled out and you looked down at it with a frown, your hands going to pat it in realization that it was in fact empty.

“Have you eaten?”

“Yes mom.” You muttered out, avoiding eye contact.

He squinted at you, his eyes scanning the room for possible food leftovers for proof and as they landed by your bed he gasped, “Y/N, you better not tell me that this,” he held up the open box of coco puffs as evidence, “is your sorry excuse for a meal.”

Your lips pursed as he scolded you, refusing to look at the pathetic meal he held up. “So you had cereal and whatever substance is in that cup–”

“Hot chocolate.”

“Cereal and hot chocolate. Wow so nutritious.”

You stood back up from the bed and grabbed your side bag that was on the floor, “Where are you going?”

You opened the leather bag and inspected the inside, sunglasses, lotion, gum, a tiny plastic bag Tae had handed you at a party to keep safe, your wallet, some sd cards, an extra lens a handful of rings that you decided to just slip on and your laptop. “To go eat, since you scolded me. Are you coming or are you gonna stay here?”

He shot up with a smile, hands rubbing his stomach, clearly looking forward to filling it up with whatever you mentioned. He also took the liberty to pick up your camera, hanging it off his neck with pride.

“Wendy,” you tapped her shoulder, taking her out of her deep concentration. She slipped off her headphones, eyebrows raised in question, “wanna come eat with us?”

Her eyes flicked down at the page count, a sigh leaving her when she saw it was only 10 pages done out of the 17 needed by tomorrow, “Can’t, I’m just gonna grab something from the cafeteria and come back here to finish. Thanks though.”

You nodded in understanding, motioning for Hoseok to follow you out of your room. The hallways of your dorm were full of autumn decor, a few orange and red leaves drawn out on paper being hung up on the wall and a bulletin board full of activities being held this month on your floor. October was approaching and all the girls on your floor were planning a get together to decorate and watch horror movies, that was one thing to look forward to in the pile of homework you had.

“The girl’s dorm is always so cute, the closest we get to decorations is opened condom wrappers everywhere.”

Yeah, you’ve seen that. Everywhere. Your dorms encouraged safe sex but the guy’s were just messy as hell, completely unsanitary. It was truly a mystery why you were always there.

The both of you swiftly exited the building, walking down the trail that lead off campus and onto the main road. Hoseok was busying himself with snapping shots on your camera, for once not complaining about the weight because you had switched the lens out for a smaller single zoom lens.

He walked mindlessly behind you taking random snaps of nature and himself, occasionally looking up to make sure you didn’t stray too far ahead. The streets were rather empty and there weren’t many people on the sidewalks, letting you freely kick the fallen leaves as you walked slowly.

You were on a hunt for a place you had come to one night when you were very drunk with Jimin and you knew it was just a few blocks from school. You remembered it perfectly despite not being sober, you also remember Jimin having to feed you because your fingers just couldn’t remember how to hold your chopsticks.

The second you spotted the red exterior you reached back to stop Hoseok from ramming into your back. Your palm froze him in his tracks and he looked up at the sign, “Ramen, really?”

“Hey, this beats coco puffs and hot chocolate. Show some respect.”

He wouldn’t argue with that, besides he had a soft spot for ramen, never really being against having it as a meal because it was always satisfying.

The two of you were seated quickly and in a booth in the corner, per the request of Hoseok asking for a booth with the best lighting. Mason jars with the drinks of your choice were brought to your table and you both ordered, before you were given a chance to breathe Hoseok slid your camera your way and you knew what he meant.

Over the past couple of months you had become Hoseok’s photographer of choice, he had a pretty decent instagram following and according to him you were best at bringing his visions to life in a way that fit his feed. You didn’t mind it, he was fun to take pictures of and with and him tagging you in all the pictures you took for him had gained you a good following on your photography page.

You flipped off the lens cap, adjusting the shutter speed and ISO before pointing your camera at him, his gaze was cast off to the side, staring out of the window beside the booth and the soft light from above hit his face at just the right angle, accentuating his profile and making his jaw look sharper, his teeth gently bit the straw attached to his mason jar and you could applaud him for looking so great doing something so simple. He changed his facial expressions a few times and switched up his posing for options and you knew he’d find one he liked.

That process was repeated the second the food was set in front of you, the both of you standing up and snapping shots of the food like a pair of idiots but like Hobi said it’s all for the shot. The bowls were turned infinite times, the mason jars had to be just right and so did the utensils everything had to flow and Hoseok trusted your knowledge to get this shot before you were allowed to actually enjoy the meal.

The whole ordeal took about 10 minutes so when he finally decided one or you got the shot you instantly dug into your meal.

“So,” he wiped his mouth, setting his chopsticks on top of the bowl, “how drunk do you think they are right now?”

You shoved a clump of rice into your mouth, mulling the question over as you chewed, “Not drunk enough. I bet Jungkook has to drag his ass back to their room, if he can carry him.”

He let out a low whistle, “If he can carry him, Y/N that boy is built like a fucking rock. He can probably carry Tae with one hand easily.”

That you hadn’t known, he always looked so…not buff? He was timid, and soft spoken, the only time he really spoke out was the day you had decked him with your camera so I guess his personality made him seem smaller than he was. Maybe Tae should work out with him since he had a sudden urge to buff up.

You just shrugged, if he carried Tae back to the dorms completely wasted Namjoon would be livid when it came time to do rounds at the dorm, the amount of times he had let Tae, or any of you really, off the hook was absurd and it was shocking he still held the position of being RA, it was most likely due to the fact that he had a charming personality.

You pushed your noodles around with your chopsticks as you took a sip of your drink, seeing Hoseok’s phone vibrate twice, indicating a new message.

“Ooooh, is that your girlfriend.” You teased him, stuffing the noodles into your mouth and slurping them up with a grin when he ignored your question. “How are things with, what’s her name? Yeob–”

“Irrelevant.” He took a pretty aggressive bite out of his meat before scowling and locking the phone to get rid of the notification.

“Trouble in paradise?” You wiped your face, looking down at your bowl and seeing that your meal was disappearing, a clear display of how starving you were.

He took a sip of the broth and sighed, “Yeah, I guess.”

Did you wanna press this? You weren’t quite sure if he wanted to talk about it because he came off as rather dismissive. Him and his girlfriend have been together for about five years, high school sweethearts that kept going strong regardless of moving and going to different universities. He always talked about her and she had come to visit in the past and everyone kind of thought she was the one for him but things have obviously changed.

“She cheated on me.”

Your hand froze on its trip towards your mouth, your grip loosening on the chopsticks so your noodles slipped through them. “What?”

That was all you found appropriate to say, in reality you wanted to call her every name in the book because who would cheat, especially on someone like Hoseok? He deserved better, it was for the best that he broke up with her and moved on to someone else. There were plenty of girls in the university that had their sights out for him, he could snag one up easily.

“She’s been texting me nonstop apologizing–”

“Fuck her.” You blurted out without noticing, “She can’t do that and apologize once you dumped her.”

His lips pursed out at that, eyes locked on his bowl of food, “I…I didn’t dump her.”

You just decided to set your chopsticks down because food was gone from your mind. “Hobi, what do you mean.”

He took a sip of his drink, stalling, “I mean, she texted me a week or so ago telling me she cheated but that she was drunk so I told her I forgave her….I love her, I couldn’t just end it but I probably should have.”

“I gave her another chance, and yeah shit was weird because there was like a giant elephant in the room that neither of us were acknowledging but I fucking tried to make it work and then–” he lets out a frustrated sigh and his palms rub his face,

“then the other night she sent me a fucking video. A video Y/N.”

“Oh no.” You mumble out.

“She was sucking off some guy and sent me the video he took of her with we should breakup being the only text under it. I fucking blew up, I called her and text her like a madman and got nothing in response and now, now she’s texting me saying it was a mistake but I can’t. Not anymore.”

What a bitch.

“Has she been calling you?”

He nodded and right on cue his phone lit up with her face, signaling a call.

“Go find some girl tonight, sleep with her and call her while doing that.”

“Y/N, I’m not that horrible.”

You just shrugged in response, “It was just a suggestion.”

Hoseok just sat there, staring at his phone as it continued to buzz and eventually light up with the notification of a missed call. You could tell he was thinking over what you had said and it was honestly very petty to do but at this point it would make her feel like shit to know how it is to be the one getting explicit content of your significant other with someone else.

Both of your meals were basically done and it was obvious they weren’t going to be touched after the current topic so you raised your hand and politely called over your server to ask for the check.

“Look, I know it feels horrible right now and you have every right to sulk about it but don’t let her weasel into your head and cry her way back to you. You’re a great guy Hobi, you know that right? You treated your relationship with respect and you loved her with all you had, this is all her fault. And if you want to let loose and have fun, you go ahead and do so.”

He looked up at you and you just wanted to bring him in for a hug, his eyes just looked so defeated but you didn’t blame him.

“Thanks Y/N,” you handed the waiter your card when she brought the check, not letting him get a chance to offer to pay, “I think I’m gonna head out to that party Taehyung went to, just to forget about this, no promises on hooking up with someone. Did you want to come?”

You took your card back and began putting everything back into your bag as you both prepared to leave, “No, I’m gonna head out to the school cafe and work on my pictures for a bit. I promise I’ll be back to my normal riot self once these are finished. Make sure Tae or Jungkook aren’t blacked out and keep me updated.”

The both of you got up, Hoseok slapping a few bills onto the table as a tip before you exited the building.

The chilly air hit your skin and you shivered, letting out a laugh when you felt Hoseok drape his jacket over your shoulders and your camera around your neck, “Thanks, be safe okay? I’ll send you the pictures later tonight. ”

He nodded and pulled you in for a hug before waving and walking off in the opposite direction from school. You tightened his jacket around yourself as you watched his silhouette get smaller in the distance, once you could no longer see him you grinned and started your short walk back to school.

The roads were pretty empty now, a few cars drove by and you passed a couple of people that you knew went to your university but besides that it was quiet and alone, something you weren’t used to experiencing while being in college and dorming so you took your sweet ass time getting back there.

You snapped a couple of pictures of the half dead trees, lit up by the streetlights so their remaining leaves let off a slight orange tinge. The reality of Yoongi scoring you a job still hadn’t hit you yet and when it did you were pretty sure you were going to smother him with love because you really needed it. He always mentioned his job at the studio was relatively laid back, all he did was set up lights, backdrops, and occasionally get called on to take shoots which would be great experience and maybe you could network there who knows.

You were reviewing a few shots you had taken on the walk just now with a giddy expression as you reached the concrete path that lead you to the quad when you noticed that your phone started vibrating. You dug it out of your pockets and answered when you saw it was Jimin calling you.

“What do you want?” You teased, hearing his soft gasp.

“You know, if I knew being a caring friend would get me this treatment I would’ve stayed a loner.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, continuing your walk up the path lit up by tall lights. You could see your destination up ahead but you kept your slow pace.

“Such a baby. But excuse me, hello Jimin how’s your night going?”

There was rustling on the other end and you knew he was walking around, whether it be in his apartment or just roaming the streets. “That’s better…but my nights going good. Namjoon just called me trying to get me to go out to that party everyone’s at, you going?”

You readjusted the strap from your bag higher up your shoulder, “That’s the third time I’ve been asked today and nope, I’m editing nonstop tonight. Did Namjoon convince you?”

“Almost but then my mom called and said if I show up hungover to her fucking brunch event she’s shunning me from the family.”

You could just picture Jimin showing up with giant shades on to hide how badly he looked while the rest of the guests were dressed in their most expensive attire. Everytime he went to one of these events he would call you, using your phone call as an excuse to leave a conversation about him eventually taking over the family business.

His hatred for these events was very evident, both his parents knew but they baited him in with money. Jimin wasn’t foolish, yes he wished he could choose a path of his own and be happy but he also knew that without money came stress and unhappiness, so he chose to suck it up and then complain to you.

“And shunning equates to you saying bye to your money right?”

“Exactly and we can’t have that.” He let out a sigh before speaking again, “Anyways, I was gonna ask you to come over and pig out on pizza but seeing as you’re on a editing marathon I’ll let you go. Let me know if you need anything alright?”

You hummed as you neared the cafe, seeing the lights on through the windowed walls, “I might show up at 1am in the mood for pizza.” He said that was completely fine with him and then said his goodbyes.

Your hand grasped the metal handle and pulled the door open to the cafe, smiling at the two girls behind the counter as you approached them and ordered an iced coffee before sitting down at the half booth by the corner. They were open until 1 am, you had about 3 hours or less to edit before they kicked you out.

One of the workers whose name you learned was Jisoo came and brought you your drink with a smile before returning back behind the counter to clean up. You took a sip and sighed before pulling out your laptop and opening it up to continue where you left off.

The amount of times you sat in this same booth doing this was laughable, most of the workers here knew how you liked your iced coffee and knew you had a favorite spot to sit at, they would come by and ask if you wanted another coffee after a few hours but besides that they would leave you alone. It was nice, it made it more comfortable to sit here for hours on end when you felt like you had a personal connection with the baristas.

The plastic straw of the drink was between your teeth, currently being gnawed at while your right hand worked on bringing the light catches back into Jimin’s eyes, you had adjusted the tone of the light pink hair he had at the time and had made sure everything looked right colorwise. This concept was very keen on color so you made sure everything popped without being overly saturated.

Considering this was the only set of photos you would be editing you were determined to give it your best effort. The other set was being blown up the way they were shot. Black and white, grainy, showing the true beauty of film, a big contrast to the photos you were currently working on.

Seeing these pictures just brought back memories of summer. The trouble you had gone through to find this location and forcing the guys to help you cut up confetti because you could only find gold and that just wouldn’t do. How many injuries the guys got from fucking around and slipping on the confetti, the end tally was 10 scrapes, a handful of bruises and Namjoon almost breaking his arm from the rough fall he had taken.

You set your cup down with a smile and fell into a rhythm, all of your photos were shot in RAW so if anything simple needed adjusting it was easy to do to speed up the process. You filled in empty spots with extra confetti, sharpened them up and made sure they didn’t get lost in everything going on in the background.

The screen flicked back and forth between photos until you decided you were completely satisfied with it and proceeded to move on to the next one. You had finished the shots of Yoongi, Jimin, Namjoon and Taehyung. The last two remaining were Jin and Hoseok and if you were quick enough you could finish them off before 1am.

Your eyes scanned over the picture of Hobi looking up at the confetti with a smile, the confetti that fell in front him being out of focus as well as the background.

Alright, this will be quick.

Your fingers tapped on the mousepad before deciding what to do when you heard a voice fill up the quiet cafe. Your gaze moved away from your screen and up towards the voice, seeing a boy with a black bomber jacket ordering an americano.

His hair looked disheveled, either really bad sex hair or the effect of him running his hands through it, his body language made it clear he was exhausted so maybe just a college student cramming for something?

You were about to regain your focus on work until you heard the barista call out his name, then your ears perked up.

“Here you go Jungkook.”

“Thanks.” He mumbled out with a smile, turning around to leave and before you could help it you were calling out his name also.

His cup of coffee stopped before it could reach his lips and then his eyes started their search for the voice, bouncing over every seat until landing on you, sat in the back with your hand raised up waving him over.

Red flags waved around in his head along with a tiny voice chanting ohfuckohfuck as he gave you a smile before shyly making his way over, choosing to stand by the table instead of sitting down right away.

“I thought you were at that party with Taehyung?” You moved your bag, plopping it on the ground beside you and scooting over so he had some room to sit, he looked at the seat for a moment before deciding to just sit down, both of his hands cupping his warm cup of coffee as he thought of a response.

“Yeah, I was. It just…got a little too crazy for me.” He looked nervous, refusing to make eye contact, fingers tapping against the cup and rolling his lips together. Was he hiding something? Maybe he did something while drunk that he normally wouldn’t have done?

“That’s usually how house parties end up. Did you have fun? Taehyung didn’t peer pressure you too bad did he?” You saved the file you were working on and gently pushed your computer back so you could really face him, your own drink in your hand.

Jungkook set his cup of coffee down and ran his fingers through his hair, looking conflicted for a moment before deciding to finally look at you, seeing your eyebrows raised in question. “You okay?” You asked him, tilting your head slightly.

He pursed his lips, looking like he was talking to himself internally before taking a deep breath, “Y/N…”

You nodded slowly, motioning for him to continue, if anything happened tonight that made him act like he’s acting right now you wanted to know.

“You seem like a really nice person. Someone who is always there for people, loyal you know? I told myself I wasn’t gonna say anything but I really have to.” Okay now you were confused…

“Jungkook, whats up?”

His hands were on their way to run through his hair once again but you caught them in your palms, seeing his eyes go wide at the contact, “Taehyung’s cheating on you.”

Huh?

Jungkook looked utterly confused when you started laughing, letting his hands go to cover your mouth as your giggles filled up the empty cafe. His brows were furrowed, thinking maybe you were just in shock and the waterworks would begin any moment now.

“You’re kidding right?”

Oh yeah, she’s in denial. He thought to himself, his left hand going to gently pat your right shoulder in an attempt for comfort.

“No, he kept taking shots and I kept pretending to take them so he got really drunk, then I lost him for a bit and when I found him again he was making out with some girl. I had to leave, I couldn’t watch that happen and I wasn’t going to tell you because I just felt like it wasn’t my place and then I see you here and you’re working hard while your boyfriends out there being a dick and I couldn’t help myself.” He was rambling now, his lips moving too fast it was shocking the words he was speaking were coherent and not a slur altogether.

Your laughter stopped with his explanation, a smile adorning your face because that was actually really sweet.

“He was really drunk so–”

“Jungkook.”

“–maybe you could forgive him? But you needed to know–”

“Kook.” You tried again, finally stopping him and letting him catch his breath and take another sip of his drink, although maybe he should just leave it because he honestly looked like he was about to puke out everything he ate today.

“Drunk or not I wouldn’t forgive a cheater but,” you gently placed your hand on top of his that was still on your shoulder, “me and Taehyung are not dating.”

The confusion clouded his eyes once again, he was looking at you like a lost puppy and it dawned on you that you’d probably have to explain your relationship to him and you weren’t used to doing that. Everyone in your friend group never asked and never wondered but Jungkook was definitely wondering now.

“But you’re always at the dorm late and he always tells me not to come to the room unless I want front row seats.”

You quickly took a sip of your coffee as you thought of what to say. He had an assumption already but he didn’t want to go out and say it in case it offended you, plus a part of him told him that maybe you really were in shock and were now going to make lies up to mask your hurt but he didn’t want to go out and say that in case that offended you as well.

“Tae and I sleep together occasionally but it’s nothing serious. No labels, no commitment so yeah, we’re not dating. It’s just fun.”

Fun? He didn’t really understand how sleeping with each other while also sleeping with other people was fun but then again he had never been in a situation like that so what did he know.

“So…you’re okay with it?”

You took another sip of your drink and nodded, “Yeah, it’s not like the only person I sleep with is Tae. The way I see it is I’m young and not entirely convinced that commitment is up my alley at the moment so until then I’m not going to limit myself.”

Jungkook hummed in understanding, that made a little more sense to him now. Why would you get into a relationship knowing that wasn’t what you wanted, it would suck for the person who was more emotionally invested.

“Is that something you would recommend others do?” He shyly asked, his fingers resuming their tapping from earlier.

“Others as in you?”

Nod.

“Hmm…it depends really. Have you ever had meaningless sex, no strings attached, one night stands?”

His messed up hair shook as he nodded his head no.

“Ah, so only sex with a girlfriend?” He blushed at that, he didn’t understand how you could openly talk about sex in public, albeit the cafe was practically empty but still.

“Or a boyfriend, sorry for assuming.”

He immediately turned to face you with wide eyes, boths his hands help up in front of him, “No, no I’m not into–guys aren’t–I’m straight.”

Jungkook watched you shrug your shoulders and say okay cool, still waiting for him to answer the question.

Alright, Jungkook could totally have a conversation like this. I mean he only had two options, ignore the question and end the conversation even though he strangely wanted to talk about it because really who else would he talk about this with, or he could just answer it and see what direction this conversation would go in.

“Yeah I guess…it wasn’t really a normal thing it only happened once before we broke up.”

“And that was the only relationship you had?” That was hard to believe, yeah it was obvious Jungkook wasn’t a very open person at first but he was attractive. You’d have to be completely blind to not think so.

He nodded and sipped his warm drink, slowly seeming more comfortable. After getting what he thought was Tae cheating off his chest he looked more at ease, a little anxious but that could be due to the coffee or the conversation at hand.

“But you’re hot.”

He choked on his drink, his fingers wiping the few drops that had spilt over his lips and on his chin, “Thanks–”

“Did girls just not approach you or did you just ignore it?”

Jungkook just shrugged because he honestly didn’t know. Maybe girls had approached him but he had been too naive and inexperienced to know any better. The only relationship he had was with a girl who he had known for years, friends since the start of middle school and one day she just blurted out that she liked him and wanted to be his girlfriend and all he could mutter out was a dumb okay if you want. It only lasted a few months before she broke it off and they stopped talking altogether.

“Alright,” you clapped your hands together with a grin, “this is your first year of college and since relationships aren’t common ground for you maybe you should ease into it?”

“How?” He wanted to know, he was growing tired of feeling like an inexperienced child. Of course there was nothing wrong with that but at this point he just wanted something to happen.

“Ask a cute girl out on a date? Someone from your class, someone you see on campus. Anyone here would say yes instantly. Plus you have me to help if you want?”

“Like…coach me?”

That was a good way of putting it, “Yeah, sure. I’ll tell you what to say, how to make a move. All that good stuff. Once you get into the groove of things you decide if you think the hookup lifestyle is for you.”

Okay, he’d basically have to tell you everything for your coaching to work and he was already getting embarrassed by it. Yeah he remembered you saying he didn’t have to be careful about what he said around you but that didn’t mean he’d get word vomit.

You slid your phone over to him so he could input his number, which he did with slightly shaky fingers, and then you sent him a text with suggestive emojis and your name just because you knew it would make him blush.

You closed your laptop and nudged his thigh so he could reach your bag for you. The cafe was closing down which meant it was now 1 in the morning. You slipped your silver laptop and camera into the bag and took the last sips of your coffee before standing and giving him a smirk that made him a little nervous.

“I promise,” you gave his cheek a gentle pat with your hand, “that you’ll get laid by the end of October with my help.”

Oh god.

“If you want.” You shrugged. He finally got up and you both slid out of the booth. Jungkook stayed a few feet behind you, seeing you wave at the baristas so he did the same before exiting the cafe.

The temperature outside had dropped significantly from when you first entered the place so you zipped up the jacket Hoseok lent you. It swallowed you whole and Jungkook just laughed at how silly you looked.

“Hey, we finally had coffee together.” You told him with a giant smile, giving him a hug and noticing he felt extremely warm, but then you were backing up, he noticed you were always quick to say your goodbyes and leave, “I’ll see you later yeah?”

You turned around and started your walk to the road by campus, already knowing you were heading for Jimin’s for the pizza he had promised when Jungkook yelled something out.

“I want it!”

That stopped you in your tracks, your brows furrowing as you turned back around, “Huh?” You shouted back, the two of you were about 20 feet apart but the slight wind made it a little difficult to really hear.

“I want your help!”

You threw your hands up with a stupid smile, shooting him a thumbs up as you walked backwards now. “Hell yeah! It’ll be great! Send me a text whenever you find a girl!”

He stood there, watching you slowly walk away and noticing you weren’t going towards the girls dorm at all. He could take help from you, you clearly knew a thing or two about carefree living, especially if you were wandering off campus at 1am. It wasn’t like you were going to a friends house to watch movies, right?

But little did Jungkook know that’s exactly what you were doing. Moana was currently being played on Jimin’s flat screen as he cut up the pizza he had just taken out of the oven and you poured the both of you cups of soda.

“How’d the editing go?”

The glass cups were placed on top of the wooden coasters on his black coffee table in the living room along with two plates, “Good, just two pictures left to edit and then I’ll be ready to blow them up for the exhibit.”

Jimin walked out of the kitchen, a black oven mitt in his right hand that held the pizza tray and a wooden slab in his left hand that he placed beside the drinks before setting the pizza tray on top. “I’m excited for your exhibit by the way. I’m curious to see how you pulled off a photoshoot with us idiots barely cooperating.”

You watched the strings of cheese stretch out as Jimin pulled up a slice before dropping it onto his plate once his fingers burned, “You’ll be surprised with how well they turned out. Maybe you should buy one of the pictures and hang it up there.” You pointed to the area of blank space on the wall above his dining table.

“I’ll think about it.” He hummed out with a grin before deciding he didn’t give a shit about the roof of his mouth and took a bite of the hot pizza.

“So, how excited are you for tomorrow?” The shit eating grin on your face made him scowl, you clearly knew he was extremely unexcited for tomorrow. If he had to put his mother’s brunch events on a hate list it would be a solid two, right above kidz bop and below vomiting.

“Super!” He sarcastically answered, “How excited are you at joining me for the thanksgiving fundraiser dinner?”

Now that made you almost choke on your pizza as you swallowed it, “Fuck you were serious about that?” A few months back Jimin had mentioned needing a date for that event because his parents kept trying to set him up with random rich girls and he was getting fed up so you were his go to choice in making his parents stop trying to play matchmaker.

“I’ll give you five grand.”

Daggers. Pure fucking daggers were being thrown his way from your eyes, “Jimin you can’t pay me to go to events with you, you’re not my sugar daddy.”

That made him laugh, hysterically, to the point where he wiped tears away from the corner of his eyes. “That could be arranged.” He joked with a wiggle of his brows.

A scoff left you and your fingers itched to toss the crispy crust you held right at his face but you held back, choosing to bite a chunk of it instead. Jimin was too much sometimes but then again so were the rest of the guys.

“Sometimes I wonder how life would be if I would have chosen different friends back in freshman year.”

The second the words left your mouth your phone sounded off, the ring letting you know someone wanted to facetime you and because of the time it was either Taehyung or Hoseok.

“You wouldn’t be getting drunken facetime calls right now that’s forsure.” Jimin giggled to himself as he shuffled closer because his nosey self wanted to see the scene that was about to unfold.

You picked up the phone, noting that it was Tae calling and you swiped accept without a second thought, the loud sounds of house music making you turn down the volume slightly.

“Y/N!” He yelled out, his face extremely close to the phone.

“Taehyung, how are you doing cute stuff?”

He whined and pulled the phone back as he rubbed his eyes with the hand that was clutching onto a red solo cup. “Great, ‘miss you though. And look who else is doing great.” He dropped the cup in his hand and tossed his whole arm around someone, yanking them next to him and into shot.

“It’s Jungkook!”

You tilted your head at the screen because that definitely was not Jungkook.

“Tae that’s not–”

“He’s an animal, he takes shots like a champ don’t you Kookie.”

The black haired man who was obviously very drunk nodded along with a smile, “That’s not Jungkook.”

Tae scoffed and looked at his new friend and then back at you, “Of course he is. Tell her you’re Jungkook man.”

“I can be whoever you want baby.”

Oh great.

“Taehyung that’s Yugyeom he literally lives across the hall from you. I saw Jungkook earlier on campus.”

Taehyung made the funniest face, not quite sure if he believed you or if you were fucking with him because he was drunk. But if you were telling the truth that meant he had lost Jungkook and that was a big fat no in his book. So him being Tae did the typical Tae thing, “Sorry I gotta go I think my phones broken.” His drunk ass then proceeded to chuck his phone across the room at full force while you and Jimin watched as the screen blurred together before the entire thing went black when it probably hit a wall or something hard.

“He’s literally fucking insane.” Jimin laughed out as you stared at your phone screen in awe. Taehyung was literally fucking insane, exactly how Jimin put it but he sure did know how to keep things interesting.

You sent Hoseok a quick text telling him to keep his eyes peeled for Tae if he was still at the party. “He’s going to regret that tomorrow when he can no longer take his precious selfies.”

The amount of times drunk Taehyung had full on broken his phone to the point of no return was absurd. It’s gotten to the point where your group places bets on the time frame he’ll break it at the next outing you all attend, it’s almost always past 1am depending on if he’s mixed his liquor with a few pills or not.

“My family’s gonna wonder why the fuck I keep buying iPhones.” Jimin sighed in faux annoyance as he went onto his phone and placed an order so Taehyung wouldn’t be completely phoneless.

“No!” You shouted with a laugh, “You need to stop reinforcing his bad habits, he’ll never learn if you keep giving him phones to break.”

Jimin’s gaze slowly lifted towards you, his face saying oh really? “Need I remind you of the time when your baked ass swore your phone would fly if you put it on airplane mode?”

You suddenly couldn’t hear, and wow the movie just go so interesting.

“Where did your phone end up? In the pool.”

He was tilting his head closer to you so you could see him from your peripheral as hard as you tried not to.

“It was still salvageable but oh no, what did Y/N decide to do to dry if off? Put it in the fucking microwave!”

You could feel your lips quivering as you held in your laughter, “Okay! Okay I got it! But what did you do, you bought me a new one and gave me the lecture of a lifetime, told me this phone didn’t have insurance and guess what? I still have it in pristine condition so thanks.”

He mocked your voice under his breath as he completed the order on his phone. He knew Taehyung was harmless and meant well, and besides he was practically a brother to him and in Jimin’s eyes if the roles were switched he knew Tae would do the same for him.

“Shut up and watch Moana.”

That’s how the remainder of the night went, the entire pizza being consumed and Moana along with half of Brave being watched before you felt yourself drifting off on his couch. You deemed his couch the perfect place to sleep and you weren’t worried about not being in your dorm considering it was saturday and they were pretty forgiving on saturdays.

Your breathing was evening out and your face was smushed against one of his pillows when you felt him whispering next to you, “Y/N come on.” His finger gently prodded your cheek once before he repeated your name.

“What?” You mumbled out.

“You’re not sleeping on the couch c’mon.” He took it in him to grab both your arms and haul you up in your half asleep state. Your arms were wrapped around his neck as he basically dragged you to his room, your sock clad feet rubbing against the rug he had in his hallway.

Once you finally reached his room you sat on his bed and yawned as he pulled back the duvet for you. “Aw,” you reached for his cheeks and squished them between your hands, “I might just take you up on that sugar daddy offer.” You patted them gently which only made him laugh and shove your head away.

“Go to sleep, I’m gonna clean up and then knock out too. There’s a charger by the bed if you need it.”

You mumbled out a thanks as you slipped in between the sheets, plugging your phone in and seeing it was 4am along with text notifications from Jungkook.

You rubbed the rest of sleep out of your eyes to see whatever text he sent you. 

Jungkook 3:15am The girl in the coffee shop

Jungkook 3:18am Jisoo

Jungkook 3:19am Help pls

He was adorable and this would be very entertaining for you and hopefully very exciting for him. Your fingers tapped across your phone as you wrote a response out and hit send.

Y/N 4:25am I gotchu my lil grasshopper