#nighter for his history exam that morning

[confused-cakepop]

"YOU BURNED THE CITY TO THE GROUND!?! MY FAMILY'S DEAD WHAT DO I DO!?!"

Lloyd- " pikmin! :3"

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[bruhstories]

Dazed and Confused

Summary: You and Connie have been friends for ten years, crushing on each other like a bunch of idiots who can't confess their feelings for one another. Until you go on a trip with your friends. Pairing: Connie Springer x Fem!Reader Warnings & Content: 18+, language, oral sex (female & male receiving), unprotected sex, weed smoking, alcohol consumption, f l u f f Word Count: 4.2 k

A/N: I got so pissed at that last anon that I finished this oneshot quicker lol. @fiaficsxo here it is!

You loved parties. Not the loud music and thick smoke, not the booze and smell of vomit, but your friends. Every time they gathered at someone's place, your heart fluttered, filled with happiness and content and long-lasting memories.

Connie had the brilliant idea of spending a week in the mountains during your spring break, and you wasted an entire night searching for the perfect cottage to rent. Luckily everyone was down with his suggestion, the only problem was how you'd sleep. Historia obviously wanted to share a room with Ymir. Mikasa and Eren were an item now, so they'd have to sleep together. Armin wanted to try his luck with Annie, so no one objected to that. Jean declared that he wanted to bunk with Connie, like the two eligible bachelors they were, and that left you and Sasha to share a room together. You didn't mind it, in all honesty you loved Sasha with all your heart — but you secretly hoped someone would pick up on your feelings for Connie and let you sleep with him. You weren't that lucky.

You packed your bag the night before the trip, obsessively ticking everything on your list and double checking every item and pocket. It was ready, with one item missing — the white lace babydoll smoothed on your dorm bed. You chewed the pen cap, debating whether to bring it with you or not. You bought it for special occasions, but you haven't had a dick appointment in a long time, and you doubted you'd have one this week. With a shrug, you decided to bring it — you never know what might happen. Nighttime passed quickly and you soon found yourself all dolled up, albeit still sleepy from all the tossing and turning, excited to make more memories with your friends.

The train station was packed with people, especially students who went back to their hometowns for the break, and you were relieved to find Armin and Mikasa there. You three were always punctual, followed by Jean and Annie. Eren, Sasha and Connie were always late, which is why you told them the train leaves at 7 am instead of 7:30. It was a dirty strategy, but no one wanted to miss such a fun opportunity because of those lazy fuckers. And lo and behold, they decided to appear at 7:15.

"That was some good thinking." Jean shook his head, hand sympathetically placed on your shoulder.

"I'm only glad you guys rolled with it." You laughed without noticing the way Connie stared at you, and even he didn't understand exactly what he felt. Was he grumpy because he hated morning, or was it Jean's hand on you that irked him?

"It's not polite to stare." Sasha pulled Connie out of his thoughts.

"I wasn't staring, I was looking." Connie rolled his eyes, gripping the handle of his suitcase a bit too tightly.

"I just don't get it why you don't tell her you like her." The girl popped a bubblegum baloon, proceeding to chew it very loudly.

"Are you kidding me? She obviously likes Jean. Look how she's laughing!"

Sasha placed an arm on his shoulder, a sheepish smile on her face. "You, my friend, are a dumbass."

"Takes one to know one."

To say that your friends were loud during the train ride was an understatement. They didn't really care about the nasty glares other passengers shot at them, opting to talk, sing, eat and practically embarrass themselves. But two hours later you arrived, and the fresh, crisp air of the mountains was a blessing. You didn't regret coming, all of you deserved a break after all the exams, studying and all-nighters you guys pulled.

"We could visit the military museum!" Armin suggested, but Connie scrunched his nose.

"We came here to get high, drink and spend time together, why the fuck would we visit some old ass building?"

"I'd like to go to the museum." You awkwardly smiled, earning a 'see?' from the blond. Mikasa, Eren and Annie backed you up, and since it was a democracy, you ended up leaving your bags at the cottage and touring the small town to find the military museum. The building wasn't massive, and inside it was dark, with crimson carpets and dim lights. It was actually quite a romantic atmosphere, had it not been for the weapons and armours displayed in glass cases. Connie watched you intently, taking in every movement, every flinch, every hair tucking, every scrunch of your cute nose. You absorbed the information, hungry for knowledge. This was something you and Connie didn't share — yes, you were down to drinking and smoking, but you were also eager to learn and study, while he always preached how 'you can always retake an exam but you can't relive a party.' He wasn't stupid by any means, but unlike you, Jean, Armin and Mikasa — who alwaysstudied and never skipped lectures — Connie would wing it and somehow end up getting better grades. His strategy didn't always work, and sometimes, when you were in college, he'd ask you to tutor him. Now you were second year undergraduates, and while you were studying different subjects, you still made time for each other.

"That's a nice, uhh..." Connie squinted, "...shotgun."

"It's a musket." You chuckled, your fingers accidentally brushing his as you turned around to face him.

"Shotgun, musket, same thing."

"Actually, muskets are muzzle-loaded and fire a single bullet, but shotguns pack multiple pellets in one shell." You explained. "I'm sorry, you're probably not interested in my ramblings."

"No, no, it's... interesting. I just wasn't expecting you to know so much about guns." He rubbed his nape and smiled at you.

"Well, I do study history, in case you forgot."

"How could I forget that?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" You awkwardly elbowed Connie. Why was it so hard for you to just tell him your feelings? Oh, right, because you've been friends for ten years and if he didn't like you back, it would only ruin a great friendship.

"It means you brag about it so much it's kind of hard to forget." He told you, quickly realising just how insulting that sounded.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that's how you felt..." You sighed, eyes darting back to the weapons.

"No, I didn't- forget it." Connie shook his head. Well played.

Back at the cottage, with enough food and booze to last the group a month, you decided to stay in your room for the rest of the day. It wasn't the first time you had embarrassing moments with Connie, but this particular one made you anxious to be around him. Did he really dislike you that much, or was it just friendly banter? If you were to ask him, you could find out, but every scenario in your head had a bad outcome, so avoiding him for now was the smartest choice. Sasha pleaded with you to spend the evening in the living room with everyone else, but you brushed her off, telling her you weren't feeling quite well.

"Text me if you need anything." She told you before leaving. It was immature to act this way, you knew that all too well, but it wasn't like Connie cared, right? You eventually decided to go downstairs after finishing a long episode of your favourite tv show, your stomach begging for nourishment. As silently as possible, you tiptoed behind the couch. The hallway was dim, the sun had already set, and the only lights were the ones from the wide TV screen in the living room where your friends were watching some corny horror movie. You could cut the suspense and tension with a knife, and when you dropped a teaspoon, everyone jumped.

"Sorry, sorry! It's just me!"

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, you almost gave me a heart attack." Jean got up from the floor and walked behind the couch. "How are you feeling? Sasha said you're ill."

"I'm fine, don't worry." You picked the spoon up and threw it in the sink. "It's just a headache, I'll sleep it off."

"Good, we need you here." The man wrapped an arm around you. "You're missing how Connie's crapping his pants at this shitty movie."

From the outside it would seem like you and Jean were a couple, but the truth was far from it. You two grew up together, his family was friends with your family, and what you had was nothing more than a brother-sister relationship. Jean's little remark earned a disgruntled look from Connie, you quickly picked up on that, and so you playfully jabbed him in the stomach.

"Connie's crapping his pants? You're the one who almost had a heart attack." You grinned.

"Oi, that was only because you dropped your stupid spoon. I was invested in the movie."

"Mhm, sure you were."

"Hey, you sure you don't want to join us?" Mikasa waved at you from the living room. You pondered over her question. Perhaps it wouldn't be too awkward to sit with them.

"Alright, sure, why not?"

"Come, sit next to me." Sasha shuffled to the side, but what she really meant by that was 'sit next to Connie', because she shuffled to the otherside.

The following two nights were surprisingly quiet, all you did was play board games, watch movies and walk around the town taking pictures. The tension between Connie and you seemed to dissipate, and you both forgot the unpleasant interaction you had on the first day. But on the fourth night, that's when shit hit the fan. Annie and Armin left for a date, and Eren and Mikasa wanted to spend the night alone in their room, leaving you, Sasha, Jean and Connie unsupervised, bored and tipsy. There was absolutely nothing good to watch on the TV, and you almost wanted to scream when your friends wanted to play truth or dare. It was one of those games you despised, because the whole point of it was to put the players in uncomfortable situations. And you didn't like being uncomfortable, unlike your friends.

"Jean, truth or dare?" Sasha beamed.

"Dare, duh."

"Alright, I dare you to switch roommates for the rest of the week." She sipped her blackberry cider.

"Okay? So, I'll stay with Y/N, then."

Good lord, if looks could kill, Connie's would annihilate Jean and Sasha off the face of the Earth.

"No, no, you'll stay with me. Y/N will stay with Connie."

"Eh? Why does your dare involve us?" You asked, confused and curious of your friend's proposal.

"Because." She shrugged. "Don't pussy out."

"I'm not pussying out. A dare's a dare." Jean scoffed. "I'm gonna go take my shit in your room and shower."

"Y-yeah, I'll go bring mine, too." You got up, using this time to hyperventilate alone. What the fuck was Sasha even thinking? Was this some stupid joke? But your friends wouldn't harm you, so why would she suggest such a stupid thing?

You took a quick shower before curling up in the bed, blankets covering you from neck to toe. Connie wasn't back yet, and you didn't want to go after him, that would just be odd. You were hoping you'd fall asleep before he returned, to avoid any unnecessary fuss, but just as you closed your eyes, the door opened. Maybe you could pretend you were asleep? He struggled to find his pyjamas in the dark, stumbling over furniture and knocking things down, and you turned the bedside lamp on to ease his search.

"Did I wake you up?" Connie bit his lower lip, and through the dim light you watched the way his grey eyes glistened, the way his short brown hair was ruffled, and how the sage green t-shirt hugged his toned abdomen.

"No, no, 's alright. I wasn't sleeping. I can't exactly fall asleep." You clutched the blanket at your chest as you shook the intrusive thoughts away. Connie was your friend, damn it, there was no room for romance between you.

"I can sleep on the floor if you want."

"Oh, God, no, it's... stiff."

"Um, yeah, it kinda is. Alright then, I'll jump in the shower real quick before going to bed." He stumbled into the bathroom and you really wanted to fall asleep now.

But you couldn't. Every time you closed your eyes, Connie's face popped in your head. So much for resting. You tossed and turned on the mattress, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in, but nothing helped. It didn't take long for him to finish his shower, and you mentally chastised yourself for not falling asleep when you felt him shuffle under the same blanket that was covering you. For a minute, you didn't utter a word, you barely breathed, afraid to disturb the silence in the room.

"Are you asleep?"

"Nope." You heard the click of Connie's phone and turned around. You couldn't see him, but you could hear him.

"Do you wanna talk about something? Until we fall asleep, I mean." You suggested.

"Hmm, sure." He turned on his side and you felt his breath fanning over your cheeks. You were too close to him. "Actually, d'you wanna smoke?"

"Aren't the others gonna be mad if we smoke without them?"

"They don't have to know. Besides, you and I never smoked together." Connie was already up, rummaging through his backpack with the flashlight of his phone. "And then we can talk as much as you want."

"Alright, I'm down."

You laid on the floor, your head next to Connie's as you looked at the ceiling, smoke leaving your lips. He took the joint from you, fingers touching yours and you blushed, the haze of the weed melting your worries away.

"Do you want me to skip the song?" Connie asked, and for a moment you forgot there was a song playing.

"No, I like it." You confessed. "I didn't know you liked Led Zeppelin."

"There's lots of things you don't know about me, Y/N." He passed you the joint.

"Okay, tell me something else I don't know."

"I like it when you randomly say historical or scientific facts."

"Didn't you say I brag too much about it?" You took one final drag before you stubbed the joint out in a makeshift ashtray filled with a bit of water. By this point you were high as a kite, every trace of rationality gone.

"That doesn't mean I don't like it." Connie smiled and you could feel it in his voice. "Now you tell me something I don't know about you."

"I can't sleep with open doors. It freaks me out." You sat up, a breeze blowing through the window sending shivers down your spine. "It's a bit cold, do you mind if I close the window?"

"Go ahead."

You got up and picked the ashtray up but before you could close the window, you stumbled over a chest of drawers, the ashes mixed with water spilling over your t-shirt.

"You okay?" He quickly crawled to you, concern written all over his face.

"Yeah, I'm just clumsy." You laughed it off and waved your free hand. "I'll go get changed, I should have a spare shirt."

But you didn't have a spare shirt. All you had was that stupid white babydoll, and anxiety seeped through your veins. You couldn't exactly show up in that in front of your crush. And you didn't want to ask him for a shirt either. Fuck it, what else could you do?

You peeked out the bathroom door and saw Connie back in bed, lazily scrolling through his phone. God, this was embarrassing.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." He laughed, but when your facial expression didn't change, he frowned. "Y/N?"

"Um, so, I didn't have a spare shirt and- Jesus, this is awkward." You opened the door and his eyes widened. "Is it alright if I sleep in this?"

"Oh, I get it now." Connie scoffed.

"Get what?"

"You were hoping you'd share a room with Jean, right?" He sounded almost disgusted.

"Excuse you? Where did you even get that idea?" You slammed the bathroom door shut, arms folded across your chest.

"I'm not stupid, Y/N. I've seen the way you two act. Do yourselves a favour and just fuck already."

You were speechless. Completely reactionless. The weed amplified your anger, but his words brought tears to your eyes.

"You... you fucking asshole! You think I brought this for Jean? I brought it for you!"

"Eh? M-me?" Connie was confused, and you were pissed.

"Yes, you. Jean's like a brother to me, oh my God! Ew!"

"Wait, so you and Jean are not in love with each other?"

"In love?? Connie, how high are you exactly?" You walked closer to the bed, arms still crossed.

"But- Fuck, I am stupid." He shook his head, the memories of you flirting with him flashing before his eyes. "I fucked up, didn't I?"

"A bit..." Your muscles relaxed and you sat on the mattress. "Really, Connie, I... I like you. A lot. But you're always giving me mixed signals."

"That's because I always thought you liked Jean!" He threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

"No, you're the only one."

"Huh, guess I've really been dazed and confused."

Calloused fingertips ran across your hips leaving goosebumps in their trail. Your hands roamed his back and the way Connie kissed you was better than any high you've ever experienced. He was touch-starved, and you were just as needy. His knee found its place between your thighs and you moaned when it barely brushed your cunt.

"I've been dreaming for this moment for as long as I can remember." Connie breathed into your neck, the hot breath tickling your skin.

"Me too, you blind bat." You laughed and he turned you over, hovering over you.

"'M sorry I didn't notice quicker." He kissed you again. One hand travelled lower, pushing your underwear to the side before he pushed two fingers between your folds. "Fuck, you're so wet."

"Well, at least now I don't have to finger myself thinking about you." You whimpered with a grin.

"Oh?" Connie arched a brow. "Is that what you've been doing?" He curled up his fingers and you threw your head back with a moan. "I thought you were a prude."

"T-there's lots of things you d-don't know about m-me!" You replied back between oh’sand ah’s, imitating his words from an hour ago. That only earned a sneer from Connie, his head dipping between your thighs. "Wait, what are you do- ooh fuck!"

His tongue lapped at your cunt, fingers pumping in and out of you, and you completely sunk into the mattress, moaning his name over and over again. You gripped the sheets, flexing the muscles in your legs as you squirmed and thrashed. Connie stopped and you almost crushed his skull with your thighs at the empty feeling. He pulled your underwear down and shoved the cotton panties in your mouth.

"Don't wake everyone up, Y/N. You don't want them knowing what a little slut you are, do you?"

You shook your head and Connie went back to circling your clit with his tongue, adrenaline rushing through your entire body with each lick, each suck. Tears of pleasure pooled at your eyes, nose and cheeks red from the thrill of your incoming orgasm. The way he was sloppily eating your pussy and moaning while doing it drove you insane, and within seconds you came undone, thighs trembling with delight. In fact, you were so sore you had to push his head back, begging him to stop so you could return the favour.

"You taste so sweet." Connie licked his lips. You don't know what possessed you to pull him into a kiss after you removed the makeshift gag, but he was right, you were sweet.

"Can I...?" Your eyes drifted down to his twitching cock, your voice soft and quiet.

"You wanna suck it?"

"Yes."

"Later. Right now, I wanna fuck you."

Connie gave you no time to protest, his elbow pushed one of your things to the side, the blushing tip of his cock grazing over your overstimulated clit, up and down your slit. Inch by inch it disappeared into your cunt and he let out a satisfied sigh. You bucked your hips, manicured nails digging into his shoulders with each thrust.

"Shit, you're so fucking tight!" Connie growled, head lowering to kiss you. You could still taste yourself on his lips and that only made you clench your spongy walls around his cock. That seemed to please him, because he rocked his hips harder and faster. "You like it?"

"Oh, God, yes!" You gasped, beads of sweat forming on your forehead as you clawed his back.

"Fuck, I want you to ride me." He gripped your hips tighter and turned you over. You tried your best to get in the new position without letting his cock slip out of you, and when you finally adjusted yourself, it was a whole new challenge. Gravity pulled you down, and his tip brushed your cervix, your eyes squinting at the slight pain. "If it hurts, stop-"

"No!" You cried out, your hands resting on his chest. You bounced up and down, the uncomfortable feeling slowly replaced with pleasure. Connie's hands traced your thighs as you rode him, another wave of heat flushing through your core. His palm met your cunt, thumb circling over your clit. "I can't c-come again!"

"Yes, you can. And you will cream on my cock."

The disgust words worked like magic and you flexed your thighs, bouncing faster, head thrown back, hair cascading down your back. "You're so beautiful, Y/N."

"Connie, I-" The words stopped in your throat, the pressure too much for you to handle.

"You what?"

"I'm- oh, God!"

"Atta girl!" He praised you when he felt your silken walls relaxing and your thighs quaking. The second orgasm was so intense you let yourself fall over his chest, dizzy and tired. You thought he'd give you a break, but Connie wrapped an arm around your back, holding you in place before giving your oversensitive cunt a few more thrusts. "Now you can return the favour."

You mustered up some strength to get up and kneel in front of the bed, between his legs.

"Please don't come in my mouth." You asked him before wrapping your pretty lips around his cock.

"Gotchaah-" Connie choked on his words when he felt himself in your hot mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, cheeks hollowed and eyes on him. You didn't break eye contact when you pulled away and spat on the tip, hand pumping his cock to smear the spit. "Hot." He mumbled before you went back to sucking. You felt the throbbing, tightening your lips around him and picking up the pace. "Y/N-"

It all happened in a flash — Connie yanked your hair and pulled your head back, thick ropes of milky white cum shooting all over your face and neck.

"Eew!" You scrunched your nose, hand under your chin to stop it from dripping down the floor.

"What do you mean ew? That's, like, a billion kids!"

"Actually, a fertile man produces around-"

"Don't start. Do not." He pressed his index finger over your lips. "Let's get you cleaned up."

You woke up sore, especially between your thighs, but damn, was it worth it. Connie wrapped an arm around your waist, mumbling something about how pretty you are, but you assumed he was still sleeping — or still high. The sun shone through the blinds and you squinted, annoyed by the brightness, and so you turned around, watching the way your crush snored peacefully.

"Cute." You smiled and planted a kiss on his forehead, waking him up. "Oh, I'm sorry!"

"Why?" Connie rubbed his eyes. "Waking up to you is a blessing."

You couldn't hide the tinting of your cheeks and the grin on your lips. "I didn't think you were the romantic type."

"There's lots of things-"

"I don't know about you. But I'd like to know those things. If you let me, of course." You bit your lower lip, eyes filled with hope.

"Can I be your boyfriend?" He sat up, his eyes serious.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Okay, so maybe Sasha knew a thing or two when she dared Jean to switch roommates.

You walked into the kitchen after getting ready for the day, with Connie following behind you. Everyone was eating their breakfast, and Jean instantly dashed to you.

"Connie, bro, take me back. Sasha's leaving crumbs all over the bed! I can't sleep like that!"

"I can't, man, I wanna spend the rest of the week with my girlfriend." He sneered and you elbowed him.

"I forgot to mention Jean's overprotecti-"

"Your what? Hands off my sister from another mister, you creep!"

"Creep? You're the one who was sexting someone's sister last night." Sasha chimed in, mouth full of cereal.

"Thanks, Sash." Jean rolled his eyes. "For real, how did this happen?"

"You see, mate, when a man and a woman love each other-"

"Nope. I will not hear this."

[commander-kirschtein]

College!AU headcanons for the 104th

masterlist

Eren Jaeger:

Degree: some sort of humanities subject. I’m torn between history and geography (I can see him only going though because of pressure from his dad/Zeke because they both went so he feels like he has to.)

Would definitely get some tattoos whilst at uni as well as growing his hair out (”haircuts are too expensive for college students.”)

Needs coffee every morning else he feels like death (pulls way too many all nighters to get work done - Mikasa is not happy with this habit.)

Probably wakes up 10 minutes before a lecture and just legs it - he sets alarms but he tells everyone they never go off (he’s lying he presses snooze every time.)

Mikasa Ackerman:

Degree: languages !! Which ones though I’m not sure? I feel like she’s a polyglot so would already be fluent in French and Spanish so would chose to have a degree in one of them alongside something more challenging - maybe Russian or Japanese ??

Would maybe join a creative writing/poetry society, she likes to write in her spare time as a way of expressing her emotions as she finds opening up a bit of a struggle.

Before going to college, she’d take a gap year to do some travelling. Has all of her adventures written down in a diary that she often reads once she starts college.

The queen of houseplants. She has so many, they all have names and she’d never dream of letting any of them die.

Armin Arlert:

Degree: astrophysics or marine biology (I know Armin loves the ocean but he is also a space nerd don’t argue with me) BUT another option could be artificial intelligence ?? He just thinks it’s interesting.

Loves a good group study session. He finds he takes in information better if he talks to people about it and tries to explain concepts (be warned if you ever ask Armin about his subject - you will be there for hours.)

Probably the only person who does all the reading for his subject PLUS the additional reading. He doesn’t even see it as a chore because he likes to know as much as he possibly can !!

Would suggest that everyone in his lectures makes a group chat where they can send notes, thinking that other people will send theirs so he can make sure he got all the info down - nope everyone is just stealing your notes Armin I’m sorry.

Jean Kirstein:

Degree: could definitely see him studying modern history with politics, don’t ask me why I just see it.

Left handed, he knows the struggle of writing something only for it to be smudged seconds later and his hand covered in ink

Will pull out his guitar at any given opportunity. The king of playing wonderwall (it’s a crowd favourite and everyone ends up singing.)

You know Jean is stressed if he’s rubbing/touching his face a lot - and drinking lots of black coffee (he doesn’t like the taste but thinks he’s cool and tough for drinking it.)

Sasha Braus:

Degree: culinary science.

Never has a pen. If you sit next to Sasha in a lecture she will always ask for a pen (a pen which you will never see again I’m sorry - in fairness, you won’t want it back because she’s chewed the ends of it.)

If you have a shared living arrangement with Sasha you have been blessed. She loves to cook !! (Kinda a given with what she’s studying) and is always willing to make dinner for everyone (she will make a mess though so be prepared to do the cleaning up afterwards.)

I can definitely see her joining the choir or even being in a musical theatre production! She’s a great singer, albeit not the best dancer but she has the energy and spirit and that’s what’s important.

Connie Springer:

Degree: something like hospitality and tourism (he’s got such amazing people skills! he would be great at this and has the right energy for it.)

This boy would live on instant noodles if it wasn’t for him sharing a place with sasha. and the most erratic eating schedule (“what do you mean I can’t eat breakfast at 3pm??”)

Has a massive crate of energy drinks from cosco. Goes through said crate way faster than should be humanly possible.

His laptop is covered in stickers (many are random ones he’s collected and slapped on but he got some of Sasha and Jean making stupid faces that he put on there too - Sasha found this hilarious, Jean was not impressed.)

Marco Bodt:

Degree: English language with drama.

Musical !! Theatre !! Society !! This man is a triple threat, but honestly he prefers to be part of the chorus because he doesn’t like the pressure and stress of having a main part.

The best person to have with you on a night out. You’re throwing up? Marco will hold your hair back. You need a lift home? If sober he’ll take you and if he’s been drinking he will get you a taxi and come with to make sure you get back safe. An absolute angel <3

The most likely person to become an RA. He also volunteers to help with many of the events on campus and would probably be part of the student association committee.

Historia Reiss/Christa Lenz:

Degree: she seems like a psychology gal to me. Probably would take psychology as a degree and then would go on for a masters in something more specified like educational psychology.

You know she’s got a stationary set up to die for. highlighters in every colour, all of her notes written in gorgeous handwriting, her desk is super organised !!

You’d never see this girl going to a lecture or seminar in casual clothing - she’s always dressed up even if the rest of the students are in what looks like what they wore to bed the night before.

Likes to take the lead in group projects. Can’t stand missing deadlines so is very organised (has a very cute diary too where she writes important stuff down.)

Ymir:

Degree: sociology or philosophy.

Definitely a last minute assignment writer, will always ask to borrow notes because she didn’t do the reading.

Sells stuff on depop as a way of making money through college. she makes badges and well as some really cool resin earrings (proudly worn by her gf Historia.)

Sits all the way at the back of the lecture hall so she can go on her phone (to message Historia obvs.)

Bertoldt Hoover:

Degree: film studies with English language

I can see him being a techie for the theatre at his uni. he does the lighting and sound for the annual musical !! (trips over cables and bangs his head on lighting bars all the time but still loves doing it.)

Because of his degree, likes to hold film screenings for his friends. In another post I hc that Reiner won’t shut up during movies and Bert is probably the only person who can deal with Reiner’s constant commentary.

Drank for the first time in college and did not enjoy the experience. He’s definitely a puker and has decided instead he will be the big brother friend and make sure everyone gets home safety and will watch the drinks whilst they go dance.

Reiner Braun:

Degree: some sort of engineering (I’m thinking chemical??)

Becomes a bit of a gym rat once getting to college. Also joins a lot of societies because he likes to be sociable and will often drag Bert along too (why can I see these two going to like ping pong club or something. whoever loses has to buy the takeout that night.)

Is going broke because of his daily caramel frappchino from starbucks (all the baristas know him by name.)

Okay but Reiner owning a motorbike ?? Sign me up. He’s the coolest kid on campus.

Annie Leonhardt:

Degree: biochemistry.

Annie isn’t much of a social person and keeps her circle small, but she realises things are going to be pretty boring if all she does is stay in her room, so she ends up joining the girls soccer team.

A very tidy person to live with. will probably tidy up after everyone because she cannot stand the mess - but be warned if this happens all the time she’s not afraid to confront her roommates about it.

If she’s stressed about assignments, her sweet tooth comes out big time. her biggest guilty pleasure is white chocolate and she always has a bar before an exam or a big essay is due.

[saturngrqy]

can you pls do something where gray is admiring the reader while she sleeps on his chest 🥺

aww dis is so cute:(

warnings- literally all fluff

When Grayson invited you over for dinner and some cuddles, he didn’t expect you to be this tired. He knew that you’d be tired, considering you had spent the entire day studying for a mid-term. You also had pulled an all-nighter the night before to study as well. Your grades were dropping and you really wanted to end the semester on a good note, considering it was spent almost entirely online. You finally took the exam that morning, getting a B. You were happy you didn’t fail, but you wanted at least a B+. 

Grayson knew you were stressed out, and he was quick to ask you out for dinner once you took the exam. 

Grayson and you went out to dinner, a nice restaurant in the classic Beverly Hills Hotel. You arrived back home at around 9:30, completely stuffed. You decided to just stay the night at Grayson’s because he didn’t want you to drive home in the dark. You and Grayson laid on the sofa, putting on Soul, a new movie on Disney plus. 

Grayson listened to your soft snores echo through the dark room. He ran his fingertips through your curly locks, softly untangling every small knot. Grayson had a history of getting with girls often, but when he met you, he fell in love with your beautiful dark eyes and your rich melanated skin. Grayson softly caressed your cheek, chuckling when your eyelashes twitched, causing your face to scrunch up, your lips parted slightly. 

Grayson continued to rake his fingers through your hair. He leaned his head up, softly kissing your cheek repeatedly. 

[heademptyjustvolleyballs]

Things Karasuno definitely did in College or University

Daichi Sawamura: Pulled an all-nighter trying to finish a paper, only to realize in the morning that not only was the paper worse, but his internet history showed he spent 3 hours (1:24am-4:43am) watching back-to-back cat videos.

Koushi Sugawara: Confidently walked up to his friend and slapped their butt as a playful greeting, only for the person to turn around and it be one of his professors' assistants.

Azumane Asahi: Accidentally took too much allergy medication before an exam and was a little, uh, out of it during the test. He ended up getting the highest grade in the class, making him question everything about his study methods.

Yuu Nishinoya: Booked himself a private study cubicle so he could nap between classes.

Ryuunosuke Tananka: Had a "you know what, **** this!" moment in the middle of a semester. He turned off his phone and spent 3 days in his dorm room playing video games, sleeping, and eating hot cheetos.

Chikara Ennoshita: He slept in on registration day and ended up taking an on-campus job he hated because it was the only place he could work that would accommodate his horrible class schedule.

Hisashi Kinoshita: Took a few special interest courses for fun, and got an email a year later informing him he unintentionally got a minor! Happy coincidence I guess.

Kazuhito Narita: Developed a caffeine addiction so strong that even the baristas at the campus coffee shop expressed their concerns.

Tobio Kageyama: Never learned the names of any of his classmates. It makes it really difficult for him to ask for notes from missed lectures, or arrange for any study groups...

Shoyo Hinata: Accidentally joined a fraternity. He was "Brother of the Month" twice without his knowledge.

Kei Tsukkishima: He's changed his major so many times his academic advisor suggested he just leave it undeclared until further notice.

Tadashi Yamaguchi: Walked into the wrong class and sat through the whole first lecture because he didn't want to be rude and interrupt the professor. He even took a copy of the syllabus and signed the attendance sheet.

Shimizu Kiyoko: Got the flu, was told by the on-campus nurse to stay home, but came to campus the next day to participate in an in-class debate. She got an A, went home immediately and slept for a solid 16 hours.

Hitoka Yachi: Got really excited at orientation and signed up for a bunch of extra-curricular clubs and activities.  As the semester rolled on, she started dropping them.  However, instead of honestly saying "sorry, I'm too busy" she just ghosted and spent the entire semester dodging the club managers in the hallways.

[charincharge]

I Don’t Want To Wait, three

rowaelin high school bff au  masterlist

Based on the prompts : 

Subtle glances at each other but they don’t notice Everyone else knows how they feel Where one of them subconsciously copies the others movements.... For Rowaelin HS au (of course)

Person A sneaking things into the cart when Person B isn’t looking. I thought of Aelin sneaking some chocolate sweets 😂

“Ace, control yourself.”

Rowan removed the family-sized bag of assorted chocolates from their grocery cart and replaced it with a smaller one. Aelin pouted and widened her eyes, hoping that her puppy dog eyes would distract her best friend, but he remained resolute. He walked a little further down the aisle and placed a bag of trail mix into the cart. Aelin picked it up and frowned.

“Ro, there’s not even chocolate in this!” she whined, and Rowan rolled his eyes. “Who eats trail mix without chocolate? That’s a crime against humanity.”

“Some of us have lacrosse nationals to prep for and might want nutritious snacks.”

“You can have all the carrots and humus you want,” Aelin laughed, grabbing two bags of potato chips and a can of queso.

“You’re never going to make it through this all-nighter if you eat that crap,” Rowan chastised, but Aelin merely flicked him off in return.

“Please. My body runs on grease and sugar and caffeine,” she bragged. “I’ll be fine.”

Rowan’s eyes slowly perused her body, and Aelin resisted tugging at the hem of her cropped hoodie, studiously ignoring Rowan’s pointed gaze.

“It is kind of insane how true that is,” Rowan said, eyes still affixed to the few inches of exposed skin between her jeans and top. “You’re a medical marvel. Doctors should study you.”

“I exercise,” Aelin huffed in response, and Rowan barked out a loud laugh. As a varsity athlete, Rowan’s exercise regiment bordered on extreme – a five mile run every morning, lacrosse practice every afternoon, followed by weight lifting.

“Says the girl who uses cramps to get out of gym every other week, and then the week you actually have your period.”

Aelin snorted loudly. “It’s not my fault that Coach Hammel doesn’t know anything about the female reproductive system.” Aelin frowned. “And by the way, it’s weird that you track my period.”

She watched as Rowan’s ears turned pink, but he rolled his eyes regardless. “It’s for my own protection. I need to know when to steer clear, otherwise you might mistake me for a piece of chocolate and bite my head off,” he said, poking her in the ribs.

Aelin could feel herself heating up, imagining how delicious Rowan might taste with some chocolate on him.

Since Aelin’s birthday, it was as if her hormones were constantly going haywire. Some sort of teenage hormonal glitch, for sure. Her lust for Rowan had blossomed, and she was no longer in control of her thoughts or her body’s flustered reactions to his presence.

Since their weird, too-close slow dance just a few weeks ago, Aelin had kept track of every time Rowan had touched her. Her body was just… hyper aware of him.

It wasn’t as if Rowan hadn’t touched her before – no, the pair of best friends had always been comfortable with each other in their casual physical intimacy. But suddenly, it was driving Aelin insane. To the point of distraction. She’d written down every pinch and tickle and arm slung over her shoulder with a time code into her diary, just to organize how frequently he touched her.

It wasn’t even that the touching was inappropriate. No, it was completely innocent, but she couldn’t stop herself from wondering if it meant something. Like, maybe Rowan wanted to kiss her too?

She mentally clocked another one to add to her diary – Tuesday at 5:12pm: Rowan poked her side in the grocery aisle.

To combat her rising flush, she diverted her attention to their full cart, overflowing with every kind of junk food from frozen pizza to cookies to tubs of icing to energy drinks and every snack food in between. Rowan’s healthy food section was a paltry sampling of baby carrots, hummus and now his gross, chocolate-free trail mix. They had exactly what they needed for a late night of cramming for their world history exam.

As they made their way to the front to pay, Aelin took a quick moment to replace the bag of chocolates with the family sized one. Rowan didn’t notice until she placed it on the conveyer belt to pay, which he noted with a loud sigh.

“You’re a menace to society,” Rowan he said, squeezing her side.

As Aelin paid, Rowan brushed by her again, his fingertips ever so slightly caressing the bare skin of her back, flustering Aelin completely. Her cheeks heated as she fumbled with the credit card in her hand. Gods, she could not get her lust under control today. How many times had she blushed in this shopping trip alone? But also…

Was that necessary?! She wanted to scream at him as he took his place at the end of the belt to help bag groceries. She looked up at the cashier, who was looking at her with a knowing smile on her face.

“Huh?” Aelin asked, not having quite heard the cashier.

“$83.78,” the cashier repeated, glancing quickly at Rowan and then back at Aelin.

“Right,” Aelin mumbled, ignoring the cashier’s pointed look and swiping her dad’s card quickly.

Rowan hoisted the bags onto his broad shoulders and led the way back to his car, completely oblivious to Aelin’s most recent spike of arousal. Luckily, Rowan was unable to touch her over the large center console of his jeep, and Aelin propped her feet up on the dash, giving herself some space to cool down.

But as he put on his driving playlist, her eyes unwittingly slid to him. She couldn’t help herself.  Somewhere over the last six months, he’d grown about four inches and had started filling out his lanky body with actual muscles. She glanced at her best friend’s face, noticing his long blonde lashes and sloped nose and his silver-blonde hair, in desperate need of a haircut, falling ever so slightly into his dark green eyes.

“Why are you staring at me?” Rowan asked, never taking his eyes off the road. He was nothing if not an overly cautious driver.

Aelin leaned forward and poked her thumb against his cheek. She briefly wondered if Rowan was cataloguing every time she touched him, too. She doubted it. Instead of saying anything incriminating, she went with something ridiculous.

“Do you think you’ll ever need to shave, or are you too blonde to grow facial hair?” she asked, causing Rowan to scowl. He leaned his head down and lifted his shoulder, trapping Aelin’s fingers. She laughed loudly, wriggling her fingers, but she didn’t try hard to remove them. Why would she?

“Why, you think I’d look good with a beard?” Rowan asked, and Aelin crinkled her eyes trying to imagine him, even more grown with a full face of stubble. She just couldn’t.

She must have been making quite the disgruntled expression, because Rowan looked immediately offended as he released her hand from its hold and snapped at her free fingers with his bared teeth. Aelin squealed and pulled her hand back into her lap. “Rude,” he said, pulling into Aelin’s driveway.

“Your dad just left,” Elide announced, barely waiting until the jeep was in park to pull the door open. “He said not to burn the house down.”

Aelin rolled her eyes. That was her dad’s sign off every time he left to go to work. Aelin had started one tiny fire while attempting to cook dinner alone one time, and her father had shown up with the entire Orynth Fire Department in full gear, ready to rescue his daughter from certain death. He’d never let her live it down. She was OFD legend.

“What’d you get?” Lysandra asked, rifling through one of the grocery bags. “Oh! Stuffed crust,” she said with a grin. “Have I mentioned how much I love you?”

Lysandra batted her long lashes at Aelin, slipping her arm around her friend’s waist as Aelin led them all into the house. Another arm tugged at Lysandra, pulling her away, and Aelin laughed at Lysandra’s annoyed squeal with her boyfriend.

“Wes, go help Elide set up our work stations,” Lysandra ordered, and Wesley immediately pouted, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend’s waist even tighter, nibbling at her neck.

“But I’m so hungry,” he complained.

Lysandra pushed his face off her as she narrowed her eyes with warning.

“You get that snack after you help me ace this exam,” Lysandra smirked, and Wesley nuzzled his chin against her shoulder, pulling her closer.

“This is a PDA free night,” Rowan groaned, unloading his healthy snacks. “You promised.” He wagged his finger at the amorous couple, who, since losing their virginities to each other over spring break had been completely inseparable. At the mouth and the groin.

Wesley kissed Lysandra one last time before taking a large step back.

“Just because you’re not getting any,” he grumbled, “Don’t be a killjoy.”

Rowan’s mouth dropped as he continued to plate his carrots. “I could get some… if I wanted…” he mumbled under his breath, causing both Aelin and Lysandra to burst into laughter.

“Sure you could, Buzzard,” Aelin said with an overzealous wink. She grabbed her bags of chips and queso and left a flustered Rowan in the kitchen.

Aelin plopped down onto the couch and groaned at the extensive schedule Elide had written up for them.

“I’ve broken up our schedule into twelve, forty-minute long increments,” Elide explained, tying her dark hair up into a bun. “If we stick to the schedule, we should be fully crammed in… eight hours.”

Aelin pouted as she opened her chips. She knew she was in for a long night, putting Elide in charge of the study schedule. But… eight hours? That meant they’d be studying until two in the morning.

Elide clapped loudly as she started handing out flashcards. “Let’s go, team.”

Six hours later, Aelin was ready to collapse. It was approaching midnight, and they’d made it through nine of the twelve study sections. Only three more to go until freedom. She knew she was supposed to have thoughts of Elirea history swirling through her head, but since Rowan took his place on the floor next to her, she was having a hard time concentrating.

“You know what we need?” Wesley said, twirling one of Lysandra’s chestnut curls around his fingers. Aelin shrugged. “A bowl,” he said. “I always study better when I’m buzzed.”

“You think my dad wouldn’t be able to smell weed as soon as he walked into the house? The man is like a bloodhound for smoke,” Aelin replied, trying to ignore the way Rowan leaned back into her in agreement.

“Gods, I can’t wait to smoke a giant bowl after lacrosse season is over,” Rowan said, resting his chin on top of Aelin’s head.

“Pack it for two, Buzzard,” Aelin said with a laugh, and she could feel Rowan nod against her scalp.

“What about ice cream instead?” Elide suggested. “I think we could all use a sugar bump.”

Lysandra jumped to her feet, moaning loudly as she stretched her arms above her head, her back popping with each subtle movement. Aelin watched as Wesley practically salivated, getting a glimpse of her lacy bra strap. He grabbed at Lysandra’s thigh, and Aelin laughed as she kicked him off gently with a wink.

“Soon, babe.”

Aelin’s filter must have disappeared with her exhaustion because upon looking at her two friends she shouted out, “You two cannot fuck in my house.”

“Please, I’m classier than that.”

“Are you?” Aelin asked, causing Rowan to snort into her hair.

Lysandra blushed but ignored Aelin as she swayed her hips all the way into the kitchen. She reappeared with three pints of ice cream and five spoons.

Aelin immediately grabbed her favorite flavor, Half Baked, and stuck her spoon into it. Her lips wrapped around the cold metal and she couldn’t help but moan loudly at the fudge brownie bite.

She nearly protested as someone else stuck their spoon into her pint, but she stopped herself when she saw it was Rowan.

“Sugar? Really?” she asked. “You must be really tired.”

She watched as Rowan smirked in response, taking a large bite for himself. Aelin’s throat dried as she watched his lips wrap around his spoon, his tongue peeking out and licking the remainder of the ice cream. How was it possible that he made ice cream look pornographic?

“Yum,” he said softly, and took another bite for himself.

There was something weirdly intimate about sharing a pint of ice cream. One pint, two spoons. Aelin completely missed the tenth section of Elide’s schedule because she was too focused on the way Rowan was eating next to her, occasionally knocking his spoon into hers.

When they got to the second to last section, Aelin realized she’d forgotten her notes upstairs. Grateful to have an excuse for some space to cool down, she made her way up to her bedroom to search for her notebook. Even though it was exactly where she’d left it – on her desk, Aelin couldn’t resist the fluffy allure of her bed. She looked at the clock, almost one am. She was so, so tired.

Knowing her friends would absolutely send someone to find her if she didn’t come back downstairs in a few minutes, Aelin risked getting into bed, huddling under the covers for a very quick power nap. Sleep found her quickly, and before she knew it, she was being woken up by soft whispers and laughter.

“Should we wake them?” she could hear Elide ask, and Lysandra’s chuckled reply came quickly after.

“No, don’t wake them.” A long pause. “They’re so cute.”

“And stupid,” Wesley drawled.

Aelin went to roll out of bed, but she found herself pinned down by something heavy. She cracked her eye open and was shocked to realize that Rowan was on top of her comforter, arm flung around her shoulders, deep asleep next to her. His light snores made Aelin smile.

Aelin moved her head over her shoulder, only to see her three friends standing in her doorway, staring at the sleeping friends, wide grins plastered to their faces.

“We sent him to bring you back an hour ago,” Lysandra explained.

Aelin glanced at the clock. Officially 2am. They must have finished Elide’s study schedule. Shit. Well, hopefully Aelin could remember enough of the other topics to do well on this exam. Despite her movement, Rowan didn’t stir once.

“Just leave a note for my dad downstairs that Rowan is here?” Aelin asked, not feeling particularly inclined to move out of his grasp at all.

“Done.” Elide nodded. “Already texted Aunt Maeve, too.”

“Love you,” Aelin mumbled out to her friends, already letting sleep overtake her vision again.

“Love you, too,” Rowan mumbled in his sleep, sticking his nose into Aelin’s hair.

Aelin ignored her friends’ snickering and closed her eyes and burrowed into Rowan’s soft shirt. Inhaling deeply, she was asleep before she even heard the front door close.

~*~*~*~

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[thefanficmonster]

Late Nights

Andrew (The Dark Pictures Anthology: Little Hope) x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, a bit of Angst

Summary: Late nights are famously accompanied by deep conversations. The type to keep you up like a full dose of caffeine. Those are the best, most relaxing and freeing conversations you’ll ever experience. Good thing Andrew and Y/N are the perfect company for each other when it comes to those exact talks.

Requested by Anon. Hello! I’m sorry there is no specifications on your request. You requested for some Andrew x Reader fluff and this idea immediately dawned on me haha. I hope you like it and I’m so terribly sorry for the wait. Hopefully the final product makes it worth your while. Looking forward to hearing your feedback and receiving any other requests you may have! Love, Vy ❤

A random notification sounds from my phone, scaring me out of my peaceful, dreamless slumber. Oh wait, I’m not in my bed. I’m sitting at my desk, surrounded with sheets of paper with notes I’m supposed to memorize by my 8 AM exam. Speaking of that exam, it’s in less than five hours. I’ve been studying for what feels like days, but my head still feels as empty as it was at the start of the semester. The way I see it, I have two options: I can either die from a caffeine overdose or from the heart attack this exam will cause me. No in-between and no other options. Just death. Maybe not in the literal sense, but if you ask me, burn-out should be considered death and that’s exactly what I feel right now. And the fucking exam hasn’t even happened yet, for fuck’s sake! 

I lift my head to look at the clock on the wall and instantly get dizzy. Thankfully, I’m still seated. Damn, this calls for more caffeine.

“Hey T, can you -“ I look behind me in search of my roommate who’s supposed to be pulling this all-nighter with me. Needless to say, she has perished. 

I already have an idea of where she might be, but the sticky note she has left on my dresser confirms it.

~ Daniel has more notes. Come to the floor lounge 

Oh, hell no. I am not that committed to passing this exam. I am not about to be a third-wheel for five hours and feel miserable afterwards. Correction: More miserable than I’m already going to feel. Good thing there are two staircases on either side of the floor so I don’t have to pass through the lounge in order to get to the dining hall. That’s the only place I could obtain coffee and if I don’t I might just die right here on this desk.

I put my slippers on, throwing a jacket over my pajamas as well. It’s January and the dorms could not be colder. I swear to God, they are trying to build our immunity and resistance to cold one freezing night at a time. The heating doesn’t do much even if it’s on, which is a rare occurrence considering it’s faulty and doesn’t work 80% of the time.  I leave the dorm, quietly shutting and locking the door behind me before taking the right hallway instead of the left. I wander around the dimly lit hallways, some of which don’t have lighting at all, my arms folded over my chest in a pointless attempt to bring myself more warmth than the jacket is able to provide me. No matter what I do, I can’t get rid of the intense shaking that started from my torso and has now spread as far as my bottom jaw.

I navigate the halls, mumbling curse words to myself while doing so. Having taken the long way, I have an extra two minutes or so of freezing before I can find myself in the warm and cozy dorm. Taylor and I bought a small heater for Christmas cause we were not having it with the shitty heating system. Must say, that’s a better investment than all the money I threw to be here.

The dining hall is dark as usual. The only lights are the exit sign and some small lights on the vending machines. And the glorious coffee machine! I can just imagine myself turning into a heart-eyed emoji looking at it. 

“All-nighter?“

The voice is so sudden and so out of place, it startles me to the point of letting out a half-scream and immediately backing away towards the entrance of the dining hall. 

“Hey, it’s ok. It’s me.“ A light appears at one of the tables, illuminating the person holding it.

I sigh in relief when I finally get a good look at the person opposite me. It’s Andrew - a classmate and friend of mine. We have creative writing together and a few other classes. We’re in the same friend group as well. I started hanging out with him more through Taylor’s boyfriend Daniel who’s roommates with him. I’m glad I met them both, they are really fun to be around. However, recently, Andrew hasn’t been himself. It might be a stretch, but I think it’s because of the upcoming field trip our creative writing professor John has organized. I have tried asking him what has been bothering him but he always brushes off my concerns by claiming nothing’s wrong.

“Jeez, Andrew. You scared me half to death.“ I place a hand over my racing heart, taking a deep breath to calm myself down, “You’re lucky I didn’t chuck anything at you.“

He has the audacity to laugh. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out.” He puts his phone on the table, flashlight facing up at the ceiling, “What are you doing here, anyway?”

I return to my previous task, “Getting coffee, can’t do without it. What about you? Do you just hang out here, waiting for student-zombies to scare?” I get my four cups of coffee, balancing them in a very risky way to where he’s sitting. “Want one?”

His eyes widen, “These are all for you?” I nod, “And they are all just straight espressos?” I nod again, “Are you trying to kill yourself?”

I scoff, “That’s plan B. For now, I’m just trying to stay awake.” I knock back one of the cups, trying hard not to cringe at the unpleasant flavor due to the lack of sugar. “You didn’t answer my question.” I say after getting over the initial battle to get the coffee down without puking.

He hesitates, rhythmically tapping his fingers on the tabletop. I can tell he has spaced out, leaving me unsure of weather I should nudge him again or let him return to reality at his own time.

“I, uh....I had a nightmare.“ He says despite his eyes still carrying that thousand yard stare. “Daniel wasn’t there, and I didn’t want to stay alone in the dorm, so I came here. A lot more open. Not so suffocating.“

I frown, “What was the nightmare like?” I don’t try to hide my concern, there is no reason to do so. I want him to know I care, that I am and I always will be there for him. Even if it’s just as a friend, I will take what I can get. This is not the time to be thinking of anything more than being a good friend and helping Andrew.

He shrugs, his eyes slowly lifting to meet mine. Unfortunately, it doesn’t last cause he shakes his head, breaking eye-contact again, “You’ll think it’s ridiculous.“

I put my hand on top of his, stopping the repetitive tapping of his fingers. This causes him to reconnect our gazes. After a two second confirmation that he won’t look away, I speak up, “You could tell me elves chased you around with axes and I still wouldn’t say that, Andrew. Come on, talk to me.”

He sighs, nodding his head. I take this as a positive sign and give him an encouraging smile. Instinctively, I start withdrawing my hand as I lean back in my seat. To my surprise, he turns his hand, taking a hold of mine when he begins to speak.

“They started a week ago, when John told us about the trip to Little Hope.“ he still hesitates, but I still consider it progress. “It’s always one of two nightmares - it’s either a housefire which non of us survive or...I can’t even explain the other one.“

I give his hand a comforting squeeze, “Take your time. I know it’s tough.”

“Um, we are at this ruin of a house and we, well, you guys get attacked by these deformed, demonic monstrosities. I can’t get to you. I can’t save you. Darkness takes over my brain and all I hear is horrified screams and calls for help. And then I wake up. Terrified.“ 

I am terrified just picturing it, let alone experiencing it. I’d probably sob like a baby and refuse to go to sleep ever again. “That’s horrible, Andrew. I’m so sorry you have to go through that.” I pause for a second, “Little Hope is a place with terrible history, I can’t blame you for being so hesitant about going. I’m a sucker for these types of places, but I completely understand your angle.”

He chuckles, “Yeah, I believe I overheard you saying you’d like to visit Centralia.“

I can’t help but smile, “Oh, I’d love to.”

Suddenly, completely out of the blue, he gets a spark in his eye. He becomes livelier, almost like new life was breathed into him. Pushing back his chair, he stands up and takes the remainder of coffee cups. “Well, that’s not gonna happen if you kill yourself.” Without batting an eye at my baffled expression, he throws the cups in the trashcan near by. “Let me help you with the studying. Two work better than one, after all. I’m sure you’ll grasp everything better if you have an actual person explaining it to you. Also, I’d like to make up for the time you wasted here with me.”

I get up as well, “No need, seriously. I can figure it out. Apart from feeling so energized I could run a marathon, my brain is working a lot better now. You go try to catch some z’s.” I wave my hand dismissively but he catches it mid-motion, mumbling a quick ‘come on’ before leading me out of the dining hall and towards the staircase I took earlier.

                                                           *  *  *

It’s been about two days since that night and history is over here repeating itself. I am, once again, pulling an all-nighter, this time alone because no one else from my friend group shares this class with me. You’d think I would have learned my lesson and would start studying at a reasonable time, granting myself both peace of mind and a better functioning brain, but NOPE. Actually, I’m beginning to think I can’t study at any other time of day. The late nights/early mornings give me the best atmosphere. Those hours before dawn are the quietest I’ve ever had the chance to experience - for studying and just chilling on the roof of the dorms. The dining hall is still a place I frequent. I can’t help but hope to run into Andrew every time I walk in that big, eerie room. I haven’t been so lucky, though. We got the results of our last exam today and I was, and still am overjoyed for the grade I got. Not only was it a passing one, it was a SOLID passing one. I can swear, if it wasn’t for Andrew’s help, I would’ve failed it with the lowest score in the class.

“How does this work...?“ I mumble in frustration, reading through the poorly written notes I’ve made. Full disclosure - this is my nap class. This is the class I spend spacing out and - as its title suggests - taking naps. I am surprised I have as many notes as I do. 

Taylor, being the great friend she is, refused to budge from our dorm, determined to help me in any way she could. I appreciate the gesture, don’t get me wrong, but having another person would defeat the purpose of being up this late, so I talked her into sticking to her original plan - hanging out with Andrew and Daniel at their dorm while I fry my brain cells.

Just as I’m about to take a sip of my third coffee for the night, my phone starts ringing. I look at the phone screen that’s displaying Andrew’s name and straighten up in my chair, ready to launch myself out the door in case he needs my help. Screw the exam.

“Hello? You ok? What’s wrong?“ I blabber into the phone after picking up the call

“Hey, sorry for bothering you. Hope I didn’t wake you up. Um, I had another nightmare....never mind. Sorry for calling.“ His voice is shaky and hesitant, almost as if he’s speaking with zero air in his lungs.

My concern shoots through the roof, “Don’t you ‘never mind’ me! And don’t apologize! Meet me in the dining hall in five minutes.” I jump to my feet, pulling my jacket on with my unoccupied arm.

He sighs, “I’m already there.“

I nod distractedly, momentarily forgetting that he can’t see me, before leaving the dorm. I power walk the familiar hallways, the only reason I’m not running being the late hour and the trouble I’d get in for the noise.

I stop right outside the dining hall doors, giving myself five seconds to compose myself so I won’t look absolutely unhinged when I walk in. I get that it’s pointless, considering I have massive bags under my soulless eyes, but a girl can try.

Pushing the door open, I am met with small, flickering dots of light hovering over one of the tables. The outline of Andrew’s silhouette is also visible, but nothing more. It takes me a second to realize the lights I was looking at were three small candles.

“Andrew?“ I whisper-call his name while I’m still at a distance of about ten feet, cautious not to freak him out by approaching without making my presence known.

As I near the table, the candle-light illuminates his face enough for me to be able to see that he doesn’t look at all like what he sounded like over the phone. Something about his gaze when his eyes meet mine screams ‘I’m so glad you’re here’, but then again, that might be wishful thinking. Apart from that, he looks rather normal - not like someone who just had the most horrific of nightmares. Actually, I think I can see a hint of a smile forming at the corners of his lips.

“Hey Y/N.“ He greets me, “Ready to study?“ He points to the several notebooks and sheets of paper neatly stacked on the table. Next to that pile is a similar one of snacks. 

My eyes widen, “Wait, what? What is this?“ I narrow my eyes at him, “Is this your way of dealing with the nightmares or something? It’s completely ok if it is, don’t get me wrong...“

He shakes his head, the smile now fully formed on his face, “No, Y/N. I actually haven’t had a nightmare since that night you found me here. This...” he motions to the table, “...is several things. First of all, a celebration for your passed exam. Second, a thank you - cause I believe you’re the reason the nightmares stopped. I just needed to talk to someone about them and you were the only person I could do that with properly. And third, I know you have an exam in a few hours, so I wanted to help. We make great study-buddies, don’t you agree?”

I’m honestly speechless, “You schemer.” I’m smiling and blushing like crazy and I couldn’t be happier to be surrounded by darkness at this moment. “How did you even get these notes? You’re not in that class.”

He gives me a conspiring smirk, “That’s classified info.” He hands me a coke can, “No more coffee for you tonight.”

“You interrupted me on my third cup, but better late than never I guess.“ I giggle taking the handed soda and taking a seat on the chair opposite him. “Thank you so much, Andrew. Really, it means a lot to me. How am I supposed to repay you for this?“ I can tell he’s about to protest so I hurry to stop him, “No, no, no. You can’t change my mind on that.“

He sighs in defeat I can only guess is fake, taking the smirk on his face into consideration. He contemplates whatever’s on his mind for a second, buying himself time while he opens a soda can for himself. I copy his action, opening mine as well. “Um, well, there is one way I can think of....” he trails off, avoiding eye-contact. The brief moment I manage to catch his gaze I give him a nod, encouraging him to go on. “How about calling this a date?”

I am shocked. No, ‘pleasantly surprised’ is a better term to use. ‘Overjoyed’ an even better one. 

The blush I thought couldn’t get any darker or more wide-spread just proved me wrong. Despite the chilliness of the dining hall, my face, neck and ears are on fire. Once again, a big thank you goes to the darkness that surrounds us.

Instead of showing off how surprised and happy I am, I lift my soda can in the air, “It’s a date then.”

His smirk turns into a relieved smile as he takes his can, clinking it against mine, “It’s a date.”

@sparrow-gg  @artlovingbre  @chairtiger

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Irrational - Chapter 2: Restless

Hello everyone!! Here’s another piece for the @spacecampweek!! 💙

This shot if for the second prompt, “Sleep/Nap”, I got a little angsty on this one but there’s also fluffy hurt/comfort. Also this is a CollegeAU... of a future college? Krel is still an alien... and they were roommates 😎😎

I saw some amazing work for these prompts, my Campers mutuals you are amazing!! Enjoy!! 🥰

Summary: After just another night without sleep, work is still piling up for Seamus, and so is the feeling of doing everything wrong. Luckily, he got his roommate there to scold him.

Warnings: Mention of past emotional abuse

Read it on the AO3

Seamus used to think that being used to the all-nighters he used to pull in high school, with a heavy breath over his neck and a new list of problems to solve poking his back, facing college was going to be a breeze. He Had been an Elite student, he had graduated early thanks to his grades and he had been pulling through the weirdest Arcadia had to offer for a whole summer and more, coming out of it without a scratch – only a minor migraine whenever he thought about it. All being said, he had genuinely, absolutely, naively thought that his weekly cram sessions to stay in touch with the generic studies at the good old Arcadia Oaks High would have been enough preparation for what was waiting outside Mrs. Janeth’s classroom.

He really, really, really didn’t like being wrong. Especially since being wrong meant having to prepare a kilometric essay in a week about history of burrito engineering – huh, uhm? – in a week because he had decided it was absolutely normal taking four exams in the same period and leaving the hardest work for last.

Spoiler alert, it was not. It only made him regret his entire existence.

Or maybe that was the lack of coffee.

Which he was out of at the moment, great. It was the third time he had picked up his mug – ‘Count on me’, a little stupid graduation gift from Logan –, hoping to find restless juice only to suck air instead. It was also the third time he had groaned, holding his head between his hands and massaging his temples for a few seconds before continuing. It was getting harder and harder to focus on the screen of the computer at this point, even with the brightness at minimum.

He pinched his eyes with two fingers. Fourth time he did that.

Dang it, dang everything, his eyes were being tortured and only because he didn’t have his glasses at the moment. He had left his glasses in Eli’s castle in the sky – huh, huh? – last time he and Steve had dragged him along to watch another marathon of Earth Invaders – perfectly aware that he didn’t admit he liked it only out of pride. He didn’t absolutely need glasses, but it made it harder to keep his focus and the light was getting on his nerves. Everything was slowly starting to get on his nerves, but it was debatable if it was the inevitable stream of time extending his failure or because he had started the introduction of the essay right away instead of for last and was now doubting his entire half page – he would have screamed if he wasn’t this tired.

There were three more exams after this, the floating in midair one, the dreadful upside-down multiple choice and the GoGo Sushi exam – what? –, he couldn’t pull it off, he couldn’t!

This was hard, way more than he would have expected. He knew it was going to be tough nonetheless in a way, but he felt like whatever he was doing, it wasn’t right. He was learning nothing, all he was trying to memorize just didn’t stick with him. This papers, this situation, all the stressful work he was putting into, everything felt absolutely wrong.

Was he… was he the problem?

“Struggling to work your way through, huh? I’m not surprised.” Seamus gritted his teeth, pressing a hand over his forehead.

“Not now, dad.”

“Remember what I told you, when you decided to do be stupid and choose engineering instead of accounting? Remember what I said?” He wasn’t going to turn around, he wasn’t going to turn to find him in the room of his campus, with that awful scowl from whenever he found anything less than an A+ in his hands. “Try to go through the first college without me, see how you do! Guess what son, you’re making a mess. Just like I knew you were going to.”

He took his head between his hands, feeling it boiling. Stupid, stupid, irritating thoughts, always working against him. Always making him think that he was right. He wasn’t. He wasn’t right. He wasn’t… right?

No. No. No.

“I said not now, dad.” His room started to burn.

“When will you learn, Seamus? What are you trying to do, reach for the stars or some philosophical crap like that? You know the chances of being an astronaut are minimal, that is, if you manage to even get a master.” He could even feel him march behind him, his big and heavy steps, calculated in order to intimidate him. Every. Single. Time. Even here. “You should’ve followed the path I traced for you, the one I trained you for. You wouldn’t be struggling this much if you did.” There was a press on the back of his chair. “You would be happy.”

“Stop it.” Flames raised up from the ground.

“You’ll never make it without me.”

“Not now!” His notes and his desk were turning black.

“All I ever did was for your own good, you know that!”

“Not now dad!!” The photo he had left there gone as well.

“If you even think for a moment that an absolute failure like you will make it to the world, or even worse, that you could actually caught the attention of that foreigner-”

“I SAID-”

A noise. The door of the apartment was slammed closed after it had opened.

So did his eyes.

Seamus blinked, his entire perspective had changed. He wasn’t facing his desk, his face was right onto it, and he was looking at the door. In the way, the photo he had taken with all of their friends from high school, completely intact.

He felt the echo of his dream roaring into his ears before slowly disappearing.

Then, the absolute frustration took over.

Dang it, he had fallen asleep. He should had known, heck, he had known that he was going to feel miserable the moment he had decided to avoid the useless sleep. His cheek was attached to his notes, he was drooling over the equations, and he knew that the moment he was going to move his back was going to kill him. It was the horrible kind of tiredness, the drowsy one that was meant to stay, one hour nap was never going to suffice. His eyes felt like they were aflame, his stomach was growling horribly menacing to be emptied any time now.

On top of that, there was a good chance he hadn’t gone past the introduction for the essay. Oh how much he wanted to die right now. He closed his eyes, not to sleep, only to try to remember if his life was going somewhere. He was too tired to consider if this was realism or pessimism.

The was a thud outside his room, steps and stuff being moved around that caught his attention. A bigger thud, and half-screamed “Kleb!” in the air.

A voice emerged from behind his door. His shoulders relaxed.

“I am back! The morning shift at Hex Tech ended early, and Electronics did not have customers… again.” His annoyed tone was so intense, it made Seamus chuckle without having the strength to. Maybe Krel was the only person aside for himself that hated wasted time the most. “I hope you do not mind carnitas again, it was all Stuart had left from his truck!” Quick steps got closer, the door was opened. “It is good though, I wonder why it is always- Oh, you look horrible.” There he was, in human form as he preferred to be when he got out, even though he worked with friends.

Seamus cracked a laugh, without moving his face from the desk. It wasn’t comfy in the slightest, but the uneasiness went along well with how he was feeling inside.

“You’re sugarcoating it for me, how nice of you.” Krel did not look amused, that meant a discussion was coming and he had no strength into his body for that. “… okay, I get the feeling I did something bad, but my brain is all fried up so can you help me out on this one?”

The prince crossed his arms. Ouch, bad sign.

“You have been awake the entire night.”

“Is that a question?”

“Seklos and Gaylen, again?” He shook his head in disapproval. “I did not check on you this morning because I thought you were resting! Did you sleep at all??”

“… is that a trick question or…?”

“No tricks, not stunts, I am corpse serious.” It was a hobby of his, learning new expression and push them to the maximum. It was the funniest when he got a saying wrong. “Granted that I am no expert in regard of human necessities,” It was an old excuse considering he had been on this planet more than a few years now. “But there seems to be an agreement that sleeping is an important part of the day, so I am questioning if you are deliberately trying to destroy yourself.” That was actually a very good question, coming from a very good mind. As expected from this engineer genius.

Seamus shrugged, trying to gather around the best brain cells his brain had to offer at the moment.

“If it’s lunch time I got… huh, two hours at least. That’s something right?”

“Something very insufficient. You do know that is not okay, right?” Despite the scolding tone he got closer, placing his hand over his shoulder. Gently.

It was hard to get distant with him being worried, because despite the arrogance and the rationality this Akiridion cared so much about the people around him. Seamus was lucky enough to be one of them, and he wasn’t that interested in keeping up his pride anyway – he blamed his stupid sleep deprived brain for this. He leaned into his touch, covering a soundless sob with a yawn.

“… this is hard. I knew it was going to, but I don’t get if it’s supposed to be this hard.” He crossed his arms over the desk, hiding his face in the middle of it. “Is it normally this difficult, for everyone, or am I… really, really wrong?”

The hand on him twitched. There were a multitude of words unsaid in the air.

“You dreamed about him again, didn’t you.” Ah, the prince really knew him well at this point. “Can I begin by saying that your father is the biggest gloober I have ever met in my life and nothing he has said will ever be even the slightest bit useful?” His brain was hardly keeping up with his convoluted answers, but Seamus knew from the tone it was something uplifting. “I know that his words are hard to forget. Trust me, I understand what it is like to be conditioned by someone that is supposed to show you how to live your best life.” They really were too similar, the two of them. “But you are making progresses, you want to deal with your choices, and you are doing your best to become an astronaut like you have always wanted… that involves a procedure for some reason.”

How could he stay grumpy and melancholic with that pout on his face? This country had been pretty clear on the matter, the Akiridion was not allowed to improve space travel for humans. It had something to do with ‘allowing our specie to grow independently and finally reach the stars’, but Krel had taken it as ‘we can’t let someone else help us or we would look like soolians’. To be honest, the prince probably got it right.

Seamus looked up at him with a little smile.

“You’re never gonna let this one go, aren’t you.”

“Earth would be connected with the rest of the galaxy in a few months if they let me use even a single optimizer for the fuel capacitor. So yes, I am very not letting this one go.” Another laugh. Krel smiled as well. “Despite this ridiculousness, you are moving forward. I suggest you focus on your achievements, not on what you have not accomplished.”

It sounded so doable said from him, he simply had a way of being convincing. The blonde wasn’t sure if it was about his smarts or the way they had grown to care for each other.

He sighed, pressing his lips tightly together.

“It’s hard to do though…”

“I never said it wasn’t but might not be the best moment to think about it. Remember that time I told you Stuart got a sprain?” Miracuroulsy, inside his boiling brain, he remembered. Perhaps because the poor durian had gotten it after slipping onto a drop of guac – he had almost broken in coughs while laughing. “I brought him to the hospital back then, and I met Dr. Lake.” His hand started to rub his shoulder in a soothing motion. Ah, this felt nice. “She told me a lot of interesting facts, especially for humans that are going through college. Between those she recommended a good sleeping schedule, because restlessness affects the mood, which is additional stress.”

Ah, so not only his brain was making him feel absolutely miserable, it was also trying to make this even harder than it already was. Great, like he wasn’t a total failure already like dad always said… huh, maybe this was a little more internalized than he thought. He had left that house since months now, dad hadn’t called him at all, not even once. It was both a relief and a downer.

Seamus swallowed, turning again. Krel was looking at him, he smiled when their eyes crossed. It was really hard to keep his scowl with him around right now.

“… I have work to do, I… I don’t have time to sleep.”

“Seamus, when was your last exam?”

“What part of ‘my brain is out of service’ you don’t understand?” He got the eyes of no joking around, and he was forced to try and use his mind. “… like, yesterday?”

“Precisely. Now, again, I am in no way entitled to tell you how to take care of basic human necessities,” Okay now he was just enjoying playing the ‘I say I’m dumb but I’m really not’ card. “But I believe that studying all night after studying all night is not a good way to treat yourself, especially while you look like you got pummeled to the ground by Aja after telling her she was never supposed to be a warrior.” Whoa, that bad? “You have given a successful exam I believe, you will not receive the result for a while. There is no need to strain yourself, you are doing good.”

The blonde snorted, because motivational Krel was absolutely hilarious.

“I’ll let you convince me that I didn’t complete fail yesterday only because I have no proof of the opposite.” He did end before everyone else after rereading his answers three times. “But am I doing good? I’m a shell of a man right now, where exactly am I doing good?” He was probably admitting that this wasn’t good for himself, but there was no victory for the last statement anyway.

Krel hummed. Then he smirked, in his special way of his.

“Well, when I left, I asked you to rest every once in a while, and even though I was not conscious your body did obey. That was a wise choice of your subconscious, how about the rest of you follow suit?” This little irritating- “Not like my roommate should absolutely follow my rules, but still, how is not listening working out for you?” He snickered, shrugging a little. “I could also add that you are a mess, but not because of an overly high consumption of alcoholic substances. That is quite the accomplishment, congratulations!” He raised a thumb, something very off on him.

It took Seamus two blinks to grin back at that attempt at distracting him from his negativity. It worked, but just because he was grateful and feeling like his soul had left his body to go to a dance club, to respond to this guy he had all the energy in the galaxy.

“You sure you’re in the position of scolding me? What happened during Lake’s birthday party?”

Yep, there it was, the smirk turning into a pout. A super adorable pout.

“Akiridions are not able to sustain your alcohol, big deal!”

“Less about Akiridions and more about you, since Aja had a drink for each hand and was still able to beat her boyfriend at arm-wrestling.” An even bigger pout, if there was an argument, he could annoy him over was his rivalry with his sister. It was an easy victory. “Look, I get what you’re trying to do, but I have the essay for mech… stuff… something, to finish.” A massive eyebrow was raised. “Just because I can’t remember it very clearly right now doesn’t mean it’s not important!” Stupid brain, he was supposed to win the argument, collaborate!

No use, Krel was already on it, pulling him up by the shoulders. He was considerably less strong than his sister but still slightly better than the human average, which made him being pulled around towards his bed impossible to avoid. It did weird stuff to his chest. Seamus pondered if there was any reasons into trying to fight back – something that wasn’t going to gain him an even bigger scolding later –, deciding that even if it was a good idea he really didn’t have the energy. It was no use anyway, a moment later he was pushed onto the mattress. At that point it was impossible gathering the strength to get up once again, everything was beautifully bouncy and soft over there. He was keeping his eyes up out of pure will.

Krel moved him so he was laying down.

“Seamus, how long does it take to become an astronaut?”

“Again asking me stuff Mr. Tarron, you’re really pushing me on my limits.” Silence. Seamus struggled, but even right now it was a pretty easy information to remember. “Well, I need a master’s degree which is what I’m trying to get, then two years of professional experience, a thousand of hours pilot-in-command time on jet aircraft…”

“It’s quite a lot, is it?” He blinked, a little taken back by the interruption, slowly nodding. “Then why making it miserable? The way towards your dream does not have to be awful.”

Oh. Right.

Dad used to say that it had to be, that until he was accomplished, he was nothing. He had never said anything useful, for real. Seamus smiled.

“Yeah… yeah, I forget about that sometimes.”

“Try not to, space does not go anywhere. Literally, space-time does not move.” Krel sat onto the bed. “One day you will get there, and it will be because of your effort, but you don’t need to rush it. I hope you will have a good memory of this time as well.” His eyes were so soft right now. It wasn’t very often that he could get the most of this guy’s kindness. This was definitely a memory he wanted to keep. With that being said, the smirk coming back was also pretty welcomed. “Besides, I will be there holding your hand the entire time. No need to be anxious.”

This guy was the worst. And the best. And Seamus could do nothing else but sink his head into the pillow and laugh out loud, feeling the last of his energy slowly disappearing into that sound. He was almost in tears, moving to wipe them away.

“Why are we friends again? Scratch that, why are we roommates even?”

“Because Steve snores, Logan is not ready to leave his house, and I can hack into all streaming services without the need to log in.” The last reason would have been enough. “Also… you were there when my parents passed away, no matter how isolated and insufferable I was. I have every intention to do the same.” His cheeks reddened slightly. Never mind, this one would have sold him. Immediately. “If you are truly not feeling like sleeping, could you at least consider eating something? You need to gain your energy from somewhere.” He had gained this little mom tendency by being his roommate, finally letting his most caring side take over. It was still a little new for him, but also pretty… very endearing.

No one had really taken care of him before. Not since mom left, definitely not with dad around. Seamus could hardly get used to how he didn’t have to deal with every conversation ending with shouts, that an argument didn’t mean he was going to be punished, and that he didn’t have to gain his privileges like watching TV or go out with his friends through grades. Even with his brain all messy, it was a warm feeling.

It made him want to try to at least make Krel feel less worried.

“… no, I… I think I’ll try to sleep some more. Properly this time.” The prince made a surprised face, probably not expecting him to give up this soon.

He was clearly pleased by it though.

“Very well, I will leave you to it.” He got up. Seamus’ hand was on his wrist almost unconsciously.

“… Krel?” The prince hummed, clearly taken back but still close. “Can you… stay around? You don’t have to do anything, you can read a book or watch something on the phone, and only until I fall asleep.” He was too tired to feel embarrassed. “I… kinda don’t wanna stay on my own.”

“You’re never gonna make it without me!”

For a moment there was no reaction. Then Krel smiled, nodding. Seamus expected him to take the chair or something, instead he found himself naturally shifting away as the Akiridion lied next to him, his shoulders touching the pillow. He took a book from the nightstand, – ‘Love Amongst the Dragons’, he had forgotten where he had taken that from – one Seamus hadn’t had the time to read with his stressful study schedule happening. It was something the prince used to rarely do, reading, considering his general reluctance at accepting the terrestrial method of learning. It turned out you cannot learn college stuff through thermogenic osmosis – not without overheating apparently – so he had begrudgingly accepted the educational method.

As it turned out, he did not mind it as much as he showed. It was a peaceful view every time.

“I will be silent, please get some rest now.” Seamus nodded. His mind was too foggy to register how he was leaning his head over his shoulder, hearing a little gulp from him. Was he doing something he wasn’t supposed to? Whatever, Krel was warm. Comfy too. “… Seamus?” The blonde hummed. “Are you still tense? From before?”

Right, he asked not to be alone, it wasn’t a mystery why. He was too tired to care about keeping his pride, so he nodded, fighting the urge to sleep for a few more seconds.

“A bit.”

“… very well, then.” His voice got softer, as soft as the feeling blossoming onto his forehead. Krel had brushed it with a kiss, in a sound that barely moved something into his mind. Seamus’ chest felt lighter, as the prince quickly went back with his nose between the pages. The blonde didn’t understand why the reluctance. Was this important? It sure felt nice. “T-there, you should feel slightly better now. Have a good rest.” Seamus gave him a look. His cheeks were getting redder. He was cute. Krel was really cute.

The blonde smiled lazily, snuggling closer, finally closing his eyes.

“I always do when you’re with me.” All he registered after that was the prince holding his breath, like he had said something meaningful. Who cared, he was tired and warm, it could wait.

…

…

… three hours later Krel had left for the afternoon shift and his usual tutoring lessons with Steve and Lake. There was a burrito still wrapped left onto his nightstand. And Seamus, with a more rested body and a finally functioning mind, was having a full existential crisis while screaming into his pillow.

Dang it, four exams still to finish, and a crush on a snarky genius from another planet.

Studies were not the most stressful part of college anymore.

[kalimagik]

Chaos at the Burrow - Chapter 4 Journey to Hogwarts

A/N: CHAPTER FOUR IS HERE! I wrote this chapter with the help and fantastic support of @obsessedwithrandomthings, @iliveiloveiwrite, @heloisedaphnebrightmore, and @firewhisky-kisses! This has been such an amazing experience and so much fun! This chapter has some teasing, drinking, angst, and LOTS OF FEELINGS! I hope you all enjoy. 

Warnings: Drinking, intoxication 

Series Masterlist

McGonagall obviously wanted to push the girls to their maximum abilities during their weeks at Hogwarts. She had the professors teaching the girls as much as possible during their crash course, especially since the Ministry had sent no word about potentially returning the five girls to their own world. However, the crash course was coming to an end and McGonagall decided that exams would be similar to the O.W.L.s for the fifth years. Fortunately, the girls all read the books, so they knew how rigorous the exams were and how much they would need to study. 

Having so many Hogwarts graduates around actually came in handy for Ana. Ginny would let her practice spells on her and give her tips for her casting. Harry turned out to be a huge help with Defense Against the Dark Arts, even though it was one of her best subjects. Fred and George were more of distractions than helpers, but it gave her a good break. Ron would also stay up late with her and go through the hundreds of flashcards she had made. At one point, Fred even commented that she should have been in Ravenclaw, but she just brushed him off. 

When she wasn’t studying at the Weasleys house, all of the girls held themselves in the library. Ellie and Ana did their best to keep everyone on topic all the time, but various discussions often made their way to the table. 

“Which plant can be used to heal most wounds?” Ellie asked, reading from a notecard. 

“That’s easy,” Kiara waved her hand, leaning on her other one. “Dittany. Give me something a little harder.” 

“You only know the herbology questions because you get special attention from Professor Longbottom,” Des rolled her eyes, trying to focus on the potions book in front of her. 

Ana giggled before speaking. “Des, that’s just an easy one in general. I think we’ve all written about its effects in our fics at one point or another. Ask me one, El.” 

“Alright, how about this DADA one. Impedimenta is an example of what kind of spell?” 

“A jinx!” Ana beamed, “Ginny let me try that one out on her. She is the queen of jinxes and hexes after all!” 

“Oh common!” Mel snorted. “You’re only so good at this because you have a whole house full of people fighting for your attention to help you study.” 

“I’m surprised you can even focus in that house,” Kiara wiggled her eyebrows, teasing Ana as the girl’s face turned as red as the Weasleys' hair. 

“She did tell me that Charlie was visiting the other day,” Ellie grinned, actually joining in on the distracting conversation. “Something about him forgetting she was there and walking around shirtless?” 

“Stuff it, you guys,” Ana blushed, looking back down at her note cards. 

“Yeah you guys, we know that she only has eyes for RONNNN,” Kiara sang. “Has he made any moves yet, babes? Or is he being a slowpoke like he was with Hermione? Did they ever actually date or was that just for the book?” 

Ana shrugged her shoulders. “I’m not sure. No one has really mentioned Hermione in the house. Now that I think about it, we haven’t even met her yet. Have any of you?” 

All the other girls nodded their heads. “I’m rather surprised,” Ellie spoke up. “I was kind of hoping to meet her.” 

“I’m sure we will eventually,” Des waved off the oddness of the subject, even though Hermione had been such a large part of the original story. 

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More days passed and soon the girls were staying in the library late into the evening. Sometimes even Blaise or Neville would join them. Even though the two Professors were staying lowkey with Ellie and Kiara, the three other girls knew exactly what was going on there. 

Blaise gave Ellie a LOT of one on one time and focused most of his attention on her, helping the other girls when they asked. Neville was still playing hard to get, not wanting to break Headmistress McGonagall’s rules. Kiara, however, had different ideas. She was still just as forward with him as she had been and as exams grew closer, everyone could tell that she was wearing him down. 

The night before exams was the worst. Ana was definitely prepared for an all-nighter. The girls said goodbye to each other at Hogwarts around 11:30, well after the normal curfew time, but Ana didn’t feel like she was as ready as she should be. Luckily, everyone in the Weasley household were quite the night owls. 

“Let’s try it one more time, Ana,” Harry instructed, watching Ana and Ginny practice. “If I could teach this to Neville during fifth year, I’m sure I can teach it to you now. It’s just the stunning spell.” 

Ana contorted her face, thinking back to the fifth year she had read about, “OH! You mean during Dumbledore’s Army. Alright, I think I got it.” Before Harry could ask how she knew about the DA, Ana had already taken her stance, pointing her wand at Ginny. “Stupefy!” 

A bright flash emerged from Ana’s maple wand. Ginny went flying before she could throw up a protection shield. “Brilliant, Ana!” Ginny cheered as she stood up off the ground.” I think you have defense against the dark arts down!” 

“Excellent, maybe we could do potions now?” 

“I think Fred and George would be your best bet for that, but they’re at the shop tonight,” Ginny apologized. “I really wasn’t that great at the subject and neither was Harry.” 

“I could help you study,” Ron spoke up from the entryway that connected the kitchen and living room. “I may not be fantastic at it, but I picked up a thing or two about studying over the years.” Ana knew he was referring to studying with Hermione, but chose not to say anything. 

Not having to do a practical for potions was nice, but memorizing ingredients without actually using them was more difficult than it seemed. Ana and Ron set up camp at the kitchen table. When 2 am rolled around, Harry and Ginny finally went to bed, leaving the two by themselves. 

Even though she was beginning to feel tired, Ana wasn’t ready for bed just yet. 

“What is a possible side effect of Pepperup Potion?” Ron asked for probably the third time in the past hour. 

“Why can’t I ever get this one?” Ana whined, burying her face in her hands. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Ron consoled her. In efforts to do so, he pulled one of her hands away from her face, taking it in his own. He sympathetically rubbed his thumb in circles on her hand while speaking to her. “You’ve got a lot of information going on in that brain of yours. It’s okay to forget some things.” 

Ana looked into his blue eyes, happy that he was there with her and she wasn’t studying by herself. Then she remembered that she didn’t actually know his relationship status and pulled her hand away from his, even though she didn’t want to. She swallowed loud enough that Ron turned towards her again. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I know you are just here to learn the basics, not to get caught up in anything.” 

“Well no, it’s not that,” Ana shook her head. “You’ve been really great, Ron, but I don’t know, umm, I don’t know how to say this…What about Hermione?” She spit it out. She was too curious not to. Normally, she would have held her tongue, but she couldn’t tonight. Maybe it was the fact that it was after 2 AM or maybe it was the amount of time she had been spending with Ron. Whatever it was, she just had to know. 

“H-How do you know about her?” Ron looked taken aback. He leaned back in his chair, putting more space between him and Ana. “Are you a seer or something?” 

Ana chuckled at his theory. That could be one way to explain everything she and her friends knew. Ana would have to keep that in the back of her mind. “That’s a long story, but no. I just heard about her at school a little bit, that’s all.” 

Ron sighed, playing with the flashcards in his hands. “I figured someone would tell you about her. We were together, but her career pulled us in different directions. Somewhere over the last few years, we just fell out of love. We grew apart. She still comes around for Ginny and Harry, but there hasn’t been anything between us for the last year or so.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Ana may have apologized, but she felt her heart swell in her chest. Maybe she had a chance at a great love with the redhead that she had only read about y/n having in fanfiction pieces. 

“It’s no big deal, I’m moving on.” Ron’s eyes met Ana’s piercing green ones. The smile on his face said all she needed to know. “You’ve got exams tomorrow,” Ron changed the subject. “Let’s go over these one more time and then get you to bed?” Ana nodded in agreement, taking in as much information as she could next to the fantasies that were playing in her head with the boy sitting beside her. 

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Exam week was just as strenuous as they all imagined. Honestly, it was worse than exam week at muggle university. Des repeated multiple times that her brain might explode from the amount of information that they had all crammed in their brains. Mel had to get some pepperup potion from Madame Pomphrey after Draco, being a healer and all, told her that she couldn’t keep up the studying schedule she had been. He seemed to notice a lot of things about her. 

Finally, Friday came around. After six exams in five days, Ana didn’t think she could take anymore. They only had History of Magic that morning and would find out after lunch what their marks were, based on the O.W.L. grading scale. 

“Mel, what did you get for the last question on that exam?” Kiara asked, serving some potatoes and chicken onto her plate. 

“That was the Gringotts question?” Kiara nodded. “I think it was 1474!” 

“Damnit! I wrote 1476. Maybe Binns will take it?” Kiara shrugged, forgetting about the test altogether when Neville walked into the Great Hall, papers in hand. 

“Are those our exams?” Ellie asked excitedly. 

“I have all 5 right here,” Neville grinned, holding the papers up. 

“Brilliant!” Ellie took her paper first, Neville handing out the rest until Kiara got hers. 

“So, Professor Longbottom, I guess this means you won’t be my professor anymore, huh?” Kiara winked, pulling Neville to sit next to her and not even looking at her report card yet. 

“How’d everyone do?” Des asked, looking up from her grades. “My best was Defense, but I passed everything else, so no retaking.” 

“Dang, defense against the dark arts was my worst one. It looks like I barely passed. It was the stupid practical!” Ellie complained. 

Mel leaned over the girl’s shoulder, peeking at her grades. “You got 3 outstandings and 2 exceeds expectations! That’s amazing, El!” 

“True, how’d you do?” 

“O in history of magic, obviously,” Mel chuckled. “Then 3 E’s and 2 A’s. I’m happy about it.” 

Ana was still looking at her report card, the excitement bubbling up in her, but she had someone she wanted to tell. “Ki, what about you?” she asked before someone could ask her about her grades. 

“O in defense against the dark arts, an E in potions, and then the rest A’s. WAIT! I got an A in herbology? What is this, Neville?” Kiara’s gaze turned to Neville, who shot his hands up defensively. 

“I didn’t grade the exams,” he explained. 

The other four girls just began laughing. “I bet if you were as interested in the subject as the professor, you would have done better,” Ellie teased her, earning a playful slap on the hand from Kiara across the table. 

“Mrs. Weasley said we could all go back to the Burrow to celebrate if you guys want to,” Ana offered. “Neville, Blaise, and Draco can come too, I’m sure,” she added, looking down at their now former herbology professor. 

“That would be great!” Mel exclaimed, everyone else nodding in agreement. 

“She also said that her and Mr. Weasley were going to visit Bill and Fleur, so we’ll have the house. Ginny, Ron, and Harry are getting drinks after work!” 

“It sounds brilliant!” Des beamed. “We can teach them some drinking games from our world!” 

“Ooooo, getting Neville drunk again, huh?” Kiara spoke out loud with a devilish grin. 

“If you’d like!” Ana laughed. “We can all take the floo network over whenever we’re ready!” 

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Still not used to the smoke and soot, Ana coughed as she stepped out of the fireplace, the last one to arrive from Hogwarts. Everyone was gathered in the living room and the group was larger than Ana expected, but with the number of people that already lived in the house, adding 7 more didn’t seem like that many at the time. 

Ana scanned the room for a specific redhead who was already making his way towards her. 

“How’d you do?” he asked, holding his hands out in anticipation. 

“O’s and one E!” Ana beamed. She could barely smile before Ron wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up in celebration. 

“Bloody hell! You’re a genius!” Ron grinned widely. The rest of the noise in the house stopped as Ana’s friends watched the interaction. They were all smiling knowingly. 

Ana was still in her own world when someone coughed. Hermione was standing next to Ginny. Even though she hadn’t introduced herself, all the girls knew exactly who she was, hair still slightly bushy despite being in her twenties. 

“Uh, everyone, this is Hermione,” Harry introduced, his arm around Ginny’s waist now. “I sort of invited her tonight, I hope you don’t mind. I know it’s your celebration, but I have told her so much about all of you.” 

Mel broke the silence. “Hello, I’m Melanie Hunter.” She shook the witch's hand and the rest followed her. “Hi, I’m Anastasia, but you can call me Ana,” the last girl introduced herself, Hermione only taking her hand for a brief moment. “Pleasure.” Ana’s smile faltered slightly, but she held her ground anyway. Hermione was always one of her favorite characters and this introduction did not go the way she had expected it to. 

“Now that we’re all acquainted, why don’t we get started?” Blaise asked, moving closer to Ellie. 

“Most definitely,” Mel grinned, looking at Des for direction. 

“Right, we are going to play some muggle drinking games tonight. Two to get us all to the appropriate level of drunk and one for us to be a little stupid and get to know each other a little better. Now, everyone, sit in a circle, drink in hand.” Des explained, plopping on the ground.

Kiara explained the first game, bus driver. They used a deck of muggle cards that Fred and George kept for rigged card tricks and everyone eventually got the game down. Everyone’s adrenaline was already pumping, hoping not to be the one who had to go through the pyramid. After a few rounds, the game switched to stack cup. 

Draco enchanted the glass cups to keep from breaking and Ginny found a ping pong ball. Ellie turned out to be ridiculously good at the game and continuously lapping Blaise, forcing him to drink a new cup every other round. However, Kiara wound up drinking the bitch cup. The mixture of fire whiskey, butterbeer, and some other liquors lying around was enough for her to twist her face up while drinking. 

“Alright, I think we’re all good and buzzed,” Harry laughed, pulling Ginny into his lap, “What’s the third game?” Everyone else gathered back up in the living room. Des chuckled to herself as she saw Draco and Mel sit next to each other, but so stiff. They looked like they wanted to lean into each other, but were nervous.

Ellie let the silence continue for a bit to build anticipation, but then ultimately spoke the name. “Truth or Dare. Except, in this version, if someone catches you lying when you choose truth, you have to finish your drink and if you don’t do your dare, you have to finish your drink. And seeing as how everyone is at wonderful levels right now, it is an incentive to do whatever you are told too.” 

“Yeah, wouldn’t want to chuck everywhere,” Kiara laughed, sitting extremely close to Neville. Everyone looked wearily around, the twins already looking devious. They couldn’t wait for their turn to dare people. 

After going for a while, George had to turn his hair green, courtesy of Fred. Neville had to explain how and when he fell for Kiara. Ellie had to explain the 27 inches reference to Blaise - she was mortified. Ginny had to run a naked lap - all of her brothers clenched their eyes shut while Harry tried to block the view from the other boys. Hermione opted to drink when she was dared to give Fred a lap dance. And Mel had to painfully recite a Draco smut story that she had read back at home. The girl was beet red and stumbling through the entire summary, Draco laughing next to her. They did seem to be leaning into each other now, so it turned sweet.

“Des, you’re turn. Truth or Dare?” Ana asked the girl across the circle. 

“Pshhh, dare. Duh,” Des crossed her arms, waiting to hear what she would have to do. 

Her confident air was convincing until Kiara told her what she had to do. “I dare you to write a smutty love letter to Sirius.” The grin she wore on her face was pure evil. Harry on the other hand looked taken aback. 

“A love letter to my godfather?” 

“Oh yeah! Des is IN LOVE with him!” Mel was laughing so hard that tears started to form in the corners of her eyes. 

“Keep your trap shut!” Des rose from her chair, tackling Mel. “They don’t need to know about that!” 

“But this is a game about getting to know each other and they won’t know you if they don’t know that,” Ellie laughed, the sound just as loud as Mel’s. 

“So are you going to do it?” Ana asked, eyes wide, the grin on her face huge. 

“Get me a paper and quill,” Des rolled her eyes, getting off of Mel and leaning on the side table to write. “This will take a while, so go on to the next person.” 

“I think it’s Ron’s turn!” Ginny pointed out, resting her head on Harry’s shoulder. 

“Brilliant! Ronnikins, truth or dare?” Fred asked. He already had a mischievous look in his eye. 

“Truth,” Ron said confidently. 

“Fine, if you could date one girl in this circle who would it be?” Fred asked immediately. Ron’s ears began to turn red as he tensed up. His eyes flickered from Ana on his right to Hermione who was diagonal on the left.  

“Wait, no! I meant dare!” 

Fred huffed at his younger brother, pretending to decide whether he would allow the change or not. “Fine, Ronald,” Fred emphasized his name. “I dare you to kiss the person whose hand you’ve been brushing all night.” Ana and Ron turned bright red simultaneously. She definitely didn’t think that anyone had noticed how Ron’s fingers gently ran across hers behind their backs. 

All of her friends ‘oooo’d as they looked directly at her. Ana’s eyes nervously ran around the circle, spotting Hermione taking a sip of her drink, looking annoyed. “You already switched once, no switching again,” Fred warned, smugly drinking his own cup of fire whiskey. 

Ron turned to face Ana, a shy, side smile sitting on his face. “I can drink if you want.” 

Ana’s mind was running a million miles a minute. Of course she wanted to kiss him! But his ex-girlfriend was sitting right there! She bit her lip, a nervous habit she’d picked up. “Kiss him, kiss him!” Kiara began to chant, knowing Ana would need a slight push. 

“Guess we have to give the people what they want,” Ron smirked, leaning in. Ana couldn’t keep herself from smiling when she met his lips for a few moments. She was trying her hardest to contain her smile when they pulled apart, fidgeting slightly as she held her hands in her lap. 

Everyone was still chattering and laughing when Hermione scoffed and stood up. She briskly walked out of the room, mumbling that she needed air. Ana met Ginny’s eyes almost instantly. She felt bad. She didn’t mean to step on any toes. When Ginny also left the room, Des looked at Ana with a confused face. “What’s that about?” 

“Uhhhh,” Ana didn’t really know what to say. It wasn’t her place to explain Hermione’s feelings - and frankly, she didn’t know what Hermione was saying. “I’m going to get a sip of water,” Ana excused herself instead. As she left the room, she heard everyone as they bagered Ron. She heard him explain how they had broken up. Not particularly wanting to listen, Ana walked out the front door. The cool air felt good after being in the house with so many people. 

She breathed in deeply, enjoying the nighttime sounds, that was until the crickets were overpowered by hushed, angry whispers. Ana flattened herself against the Burrow. She didn’t intend to spy, but she didn’t really want the owners of the voices to know she was out there. 

“Why did Harry think this would be a good idea?” 

“Just think about it, ‘Mione. They’re going to be here for who knows how long and they don’t know anyone else. They’ve all fit in with everyone well so far.” Ginny tried to bargain. 

“What do we even know about them? It’s obvious that they’re all smitten with someone.” 

“Common, you knew he would move on at some point. It isn’t Ana’s fault. Did you see how bad she felt when you left?” 

“It hasn’t been that long, Ginny. I thought we agreed to only separate for a while. I want to get my career on the tracks. Besides, the ministry is still looking into how to send them home. He’s just going to get his heart broken, they all are.” 

“‘Mione, it's been almost a year since you split. And I don’t know. It’s been pretty great having them all around. You have to admit that it’s been boring around here since graduating. Just give them all a chance. Give Ana a chance. She is living here.” Ginny continued to explain. 

“I’m just not sure. What if their story isn’t true? They could be misleading the entire ministry!” 

“Come off it, Hermione. What is this actually about?” Ana inched closer to the corner of the house, peeking around to see Hermione’s back. 

“I think I’m still in love with him, Gin. I think I made a mistake.” Ana’s breath hitched upon hearing Hermione’s confession. She slipped back inside, face solemn, trying to decide what her next move should be. Hermione and Ron’s love had literally been written in a book. Did the book really dictate anything that happened in this world? 

“George! Give it back!” Des’ voice shook Ana out of her own head. 

“There you are,” Ron whispered, coming next to her and slipping an arm around her waist. 

“We need to determine if you completed your dare! It’s the only way,” Fred chuckled, taking the letter from George. “Dear Sirius!” Hermione and Ginny also stepped back inside, Hermione’s presence causing Ana to move a few steps away from Ron, earning a quizzical look from Ellie. 

“I’m not kidding. Give it back!” Des yelled again. “I will hex you! I’ve passed the crash course now!” 

“Ohhh, Freddie, this is some good stuff!” George laughed, letter in his hand again. 

“You had to of known that this would happen, Des. It’s your own damn fault for leaving it on the table,” Kiara laughed, leaning against the counter. 

“I was using the loo!” Des threw her arms up in the air, frustrated. 

“You alright?” Ron whispered in Ana’s ear so no one else could hear. She just nodded slightly, lips pressed together tightly. She couldn’t see Ron looking helplessly at Harry, unsure what to do. 

“Fred, I’m serious! Give it here.” Des huffed.

“I’m not Fred, I’m George.” the redhead argued devilishly. 

“YOU ARE FRED! YOU HAVE BOTH EARS!” Des was stuck in an unwinnable game of keep away. She looked at Mel, begging for help with her eyes. 

“This is madness. Just give the letter back, Fred,” Hermione spoke up. Each of the girls was honestly surprised that she spoke in favor of them, well at least one of them. Fred huffed and handed a folded piece of paper to Des, who gratefully shoved it in her pants pocket. 

“Now, where were we?” Neville asked. He was glad that the twins’ game was over. Everyone else shrugged. Mel shook her head and leaned into Draco a bit, Ana sent her a questioning look. A comfortable silence hung in the air as everyone began to feel a bit tired. The quiet was broken by a knock on the door. 

“Am I interrupting something?” Sirius smirked, leaning against the doorway. 

“Ahh, Sirius,” Fred grinned widely, clapping Sirius on the shoulder before walking to his brother, snickering along the way. Des sent him a nasty look before turning back to Sirius. 

“Remus was getting antsy with Kiara and Desiree not being home yet, so I offered to pick them up.” Kiara groaned, rolling her eyes as she pushed herself off the counter. “Looks like we’ll be going now,” she grumbled, pressing a quick kiss to Neville’s cheek, leaving him stunned. 

“We should probably get going too,” Ellie spoke, looking at Mel and Draco. Everyone said their goodbyes and Ana hugged each girl before they left. The twins, Ginny, Harry, and Hermione followed everyone to the fireplace, but Ron beckoned for Ana to hang back. 

“What’s going on?” He tried to look in her eyes, but Ana avoided his. “Why are you pulling away all of a sudden?” 

“You don’t know me, Ron. Okay? Maybe you should just stay with Hermione. I understand if you haven’t moved on,” Ana blurted before covering her mouth with her hand. She really didn’t want to get in the middle of whatever this was. 

“But, I am. Ana, look at me.” Ron pulled her chin up so that she had to look in his eyes. “Hermione and I are over. We just weren’t meant to be. It was probably just a lot for her to see me with someone else, but she will get used to it. I don’t know how long you’re here for, but I want to spend as much time with you as I can.” 

Ana nodded, her chin still in his hand. “Don’t let her get to you,” Ron said. “I’ll try,” she whispered, Hermione’s words still placing doubt in her mind. Satisfied that Ana understood, Ron led her to the living room, saying goodbye to everyone who didn’t live in the Burrow one more time. When the house was finally quiet and the rest of the Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione - who was staying with Ginny - went to bed, Ana slouched on the couch; wishing she could be in a house with one of her friends at that moment; knowing as much as she loved being in the Wizarding World, she sort of missed her simple life back home. 

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Bang Chan// Sun and Moon (-light)// Chapter six

Summary: Sun and Moon, different from another, but both unmissable in the world. The sun is warm, it provides daylight. It represents life, strength and growth. The moon, the brightest and largest object in our night sky. It makes the earth more liveable and represents admiration, change, mystery and feelings. The sun is untouchable and unreachable, but what if his ,independent, sun(-shine) becomes his world? Tropes: Enemies to Lovers Season: Spring Pairing: Bang Chan X Reader (ft. Seo Changbin) AU: | Delinquent!Female Reader | Vice President!Bang Chan | School!AU | Non!Idol AU | Genre: Fluff/ heavy Angst Word Count: 7,7K Warnings: Themes of bullying, HEAVY Themes of Abuse, swearing, insults, Anxiety Requested: Yes, (Reference) A/n: For the sake of the fiction, Chan is a twat in the story (his mother is very unpleasant in the story/this chapter), but only for imagines/ fiction purposes only. We all know better than that. I have mentioned his real-life sibling’s names in this chapter/story. Please remember to not harass them.

Y/n had been doing her best to avoid Chan after their incident. Chan felt terrible for his actions, for scaring her and making her cry out loudly. The vision of her broken state was burned into his memory and he couldn’t sleep because of it for days.

He had been trying to reach out to her, trying to call her and drag her out of class eventually so he could talk to her and make up for his mistake. But she didn’t feel like talking. She wasn’t feeling like she needed to be around him anymore than she already was.

Sooyun had taken notice of that and took it into her own matter to cling onto Chan as if her life depended on it. Everywhere Chan went, she went. As if it was their old life again. It saddened Chan, because he didn’t wanted it to be this way. Yet Y/n had probably the same mindset of, reversing back to how it used to be, as she had her ice tinted mask back on. Chan would be confused at her attitude change. He missed the sweet Y/n he had gotten to known and he tried to get her back into his life as he dragged her out of her class once again.

But she would once again walk away from him, making him follow her. “Please I just want to talk.” He muttered loud enough for her to hear. “There is nothing to talk about Chan.” She mumbled back as she kept on walking straight ahead. Chan sighed and reached for her wrist, but she quickened her pace as she shouted that Chan was right here, causing a swarm of girls to surround the boy, leaving him startled and sad.

Chan had tried for days to get her to talk to him. And eventually he would’ve had enough. He knew she would be in the library to study for that one hard history exam that was coming up. Chan has noticed her in the back of the library and trapped her in between the books and his chest. Her eyes widened at his action, feeling surprised to see him, but soon after she seemed unfazed by his manners. “Why won’t you talk to me?” He asks. “I don’t want to talk to you.” “Is this about the other day, please I just want to apologise.” He cried out softly. “There is nothing to apologise for Chan, just forget it.” “Please, Y/n just talk to me. You can trust me. You know that. There is no way I would abuse your trust like that.”

A triggered in Y/n’s mind made her body stiffen. She stared at him in fear as she rewind the words that had left his lips. The colour in her face would drain to a paler shade, Chan saw her frightened state and he could conclude without her confession, the situation she was in. “Y-y/n, are you being-“ “Don’t ever talk to me again. I don’t want to see your face eve again. Just pretend you don’t know me. Delete my number and move on with your life Chan.” She snapped before she swiftly made her way past him and rushed out of the building. ‘

Chan was still in shock, but he knew enough by the fear that he could hear in her trembling voice. He wanted to chase her and try to talk to her again, but when he was outside, she was already out of his sight. He didn’t know what to do with this information. He tried to call her over and over, but she wouldn’t pick up the phone. She was scared that he had found out, she didn’t trust him anymore. She couldn’t trust him anymore.

Chan was left frustrated and confused. The overwhelm was taking over his mind and he felt like he wanted to cry.

Later that night he’d be producing with Changbin. Chan tried to concentrate, but he couldn’t help but think of Y/n. The fear in her eyes broke his heart. He wanted to shake off the thoughts, but being with Changbin made it worse.

‘Did she go to him for her problems? Are they dating or not? Is she actually living with him? Does he know? Does he know about me?’ So many questions yet so few answers.

“Do you perhaps know a Y/n?” Chan subtly tried to ask. He couldn’t resist asking him, the feelings were eating him on the inside. Changbin could be his only chance for answers. His friend froze in his actions and started to mutter to himself under his breath. “Fuck, did I ever mention her name?” He questioned. “No.” “I-I-“ “Is she, you know. ‘That one friend’.” Chan asked carefully. Changbin sighed in defeat and turned to his friend and looked at him seriously.

“Look, I tried to be vague about it, because she doesn’t want anyone, besides me then, to know. How do you even know about this and how much do you know?” “I don’t know. I kind of connected the dots myself. And I know not that much to be honest, but this confirmed a lot though.” Chan admitted truthfully. “Please keep this to yourself, because if there will something happen to her. I will blame you for it Bang. Am I understood?” “Yes.” Chan said as he gulped loudly.

Chan realised that Changbin and Y/n really must be tight together as friends, or maybe as even more. And in the meantime, we have Jisung sitting in the corner feeling bamboozled as he overheard their conversation.

Some time would go by and Changbin’s head would suddenly shot up and look to his left where Chan was sitting, minding his own business again as he tried to come up with new lyrics. “Wait, are you the annoying vice president?” Changbin blurted out. “Excuse me-“ “Nothing!” Changbin would quickly say as he turned around, but Chan’s respond told him enough as well.

As the hours went on, Chan kept wondering what was actually going on in Y/n life. Since they spend so much time together, he felt quite involved int her life, maybe not as much as Changbin was, but still a pretty decent amount.

Since Changbin skipped quite a lot of producing sessions, he wondered how bad her living situations were. He also wondered what Changbin did to help her. Did he comfort her with advice and pep talks, or did he hug her whenever she was sad. A flash back of Y/n and Changbin reuniting, shot in front of Chan’s eyes, which made his chest tighten. The vision still made him envious of their closeness. He could only wish to be that close with Y/n. He was almost there, he felt like, but he had to blew it.

Chan wiggled restlessly in his seat. His eyes kept wandering to the back of his class, wondering where Y/n was. He hadn’t seen her in a week and to say that he was worried is an understatement. He knew that Y/n would skip classes and sometimes a day or two, but never more than a week.

A whole week without her and he felt like he was becoming a mad man. His friends really thought he was going crazy. His hair was a permanent mess, and not a hot one. He always seemed to be lost in his thoughts, his old appetite didn’t seem to make return. As the days went on, he began eating less and less. His eyes seemed gloomy and more exhausted than they ever did before. Even more than that one time where the boys were pulling all-nighters as they were producing songs for a client and he got only thirty minutes of sleep.

Chan felt like she had ran away from him.

Chan’s gloominess didn’t go unnoticed. He also seemed to be annoyed at all times. Someone could be using a word wrongly in his or her sentence and Chan would be ready to snap their necks it seemed. When he couldn’t find his phone one morning, he was ready to just sit in his room and cry. Everything just didn’t go as he wished it would.

He had thrown his friends off a lot lately as well. They were pissed at Chan’s behaviour and wanted him to act normal again. “Chan she was independent before, she probably wanted to be that again. She’s unapproachable, she always has been. Just give it up already.” His friends would say, but they didn’t understand. They thought he had gone mad.

Minho had asked Jisung if he knew what was up with Chan, but Jisung also didn’t know the full story, so he couldn’t really explain it to his friend.

In the meantime, Felix knew more than the others. Surprise, surprise, Changbin was his best friend, besides Chan of course. Chan never knew that Felix and Changbin were close. Truth is, the two got to know each other during their Taekwondo training session. Changbin was there with Y/n, it was a few years ago. Felix had met Changbin briefly. Through the years their friendship evolved and they became best friends as well. 

When Changbin was gone to Japan for the wedding-month, he asked Felix to keep an eye on Y/n as he travelled to another country. Felix often had to keep his mouth shut, because Changbin would kick his ass if he ever let something slip out of his mouth if it was about Y/n. Felix had always knew that his friend was very protective of his female best friend, so he gladly took that task.

Felix knew about Y/n’s situation, Changbin also sometimes had to get things off his chest and that’s when Felix would come into the picture.

Right now Felix wasn’t sure if he should be informing Changbin about Chan’s state, of course not knowing where Chan stands in his relationship with Y/n or Changbin. But if he knew it was bad, he of course would.

When Changbin was gone, Felix had told him that Y/n seemed happier. The words would hurt Changbin as he thought that Felix meant that Y/n was happy that he was gone. But Felix would quickly explain that that was not the case obviously. She had met someone who seemed like he could be a possible supporter for her, this gave Changbin a bit of peace as he was abroad for so long.

Felix never bothered to mention Chan’s name, not thinking it would matter. Through the weeks, without anyone knowing, Felix had talked to Y/n every now and then. She was furious at first, because Felix knew about her ongoing situation and because Changbin had told someone, especially when she empathically stated that no one could know. Felix was quick to defend his friend and explained to Y/n that Changbin needed to air his heart every now and then.

“He’s a sensitive person, we both know that.” Felix had added. Y/n would feel a little guilty, knowing that she had probably burdened Changbin with all of her problems. Tears would start to brim in her eyes, which would startle Felix a little and out of reflex he brought her into his arms. She let him hug her as she started to cry. “Really, you shouldn’t feel guilty. He loves taking care of you, I can tell that he does. He talks about you all the time, it sometimes makes me crazy, but it only shows how much he cares about you.” Felix quickly said as he comforted the girl in front of him.

And after that, plus a bunch of pictures from Changbin and Felix as prove, she began to trust him. He apologised beforehand for his childish and dumb behaviour from before he knew anything about her. She would forgive him and stated, as usual, that she was used to it by now that people judged her purely based of her appearance.

“I really am so sorry. I’m sorry for the toxic and dumb things I’ve ever said to you. I regret it, because I was careless and insensitive back then. Can I ever make it up to you and maybe become closer with you? What I’ve heard from Changbin is that you’re pretty cool.” Felix chuckled, making her laugh as well. “Only if Changbin is back, he’s my safe haven and I still have some trust issues. I hope you understand.” “That’s totally fine. I get that. And besides I was about to offer that too, knowing that he really is your best friend.” “And so is he yours.” She had replied with a smile.

“Besides, got to double check the facts by my best friend, got to prove my anxiety wrong.” She had joked before walking along.

For now she kept her mouth, wanting to see if Changbin would admit that he basically had hired a secret detective. “Also Felix!” She called as she stopped walking for a second. “Yes?” He responded. “If someone will find out about this. Do not expect me to not blame you for it and make you pay for it.” “Trust me, I believe you will. I’ll keep my mouth shut.” Felix laughed before they both parted ways.

And so far, he kept his promise.

In the meantime, the boys had already lost track of Chan. They had turned around and in a blink of an eye he had disappeared in thin air. Chan had been asking multiple teachers if they had any information on where Y/n could’ve been. None of them knew, to his frustration he even rushed to the library and asked around if they knew where she could be. He could kiss the librarian in joy when she gave Chan the address to Y/n’s house.

He called in sick by the janitor and rushed out of the building. He didn’t know what he was thinking, but he just felt like he needed to be by her side. As if she needed him right now. He drove like a madman. He hadn’t noticed where he was driving to. He took another glance at the paper that he had stuck on his driver’s desk.

‘Yellow Wooden St.’ He had muttered to himself. ‘Isn’t that that disadvantage neighbourhood?’ He asked himself once again.

The sky seemed to darken when he drove into the neighbourhood. He remembered walking through the streets weeks ago. He stopped in front of a house that looked awfully familiar to him and he winced when he saw the rose-tree. He remembered screaming coming from inside of the house and him rushing away from it.

He stepped out of the car carefully and checked his surroundings. Rain was suddenly pouring down and his clothes were soaked within seconds. A suspicious feeling came to Chan’s chest as he walked closer and closer to the house. He was about to knock on the door, but then noticed that the door was creaked open. Chan took the shirt that he was holding, it was Y/n’s that she had left the other day when she had stayed over at his and wrapped it around his hand.

He didn’t know what was about to come, but when he stepped inside an unexpected smell filled his senses. The alcohol was piercing his nostrils and he had to take a breather before he kept on walking inside. The house was crashed.

Furniture were all in the wrong places and in the wrong angles. He peaked into the living room and saw a man passed out on the floor. Bottles of alcohol, filled and empty surrounding him. He wanted to rush to the man, but then he realised that he just stepped into his place and is a complete stranger to him. Chan accidently stepped on a shard, but then to his shock. He noticed something familiar from the corner of his eye.

He slightly regretted looking to his left, when he saw someone laying passed out in the kitchen. He immediately knew who it was. Y/n was laid on the ground, a small poodle of blood surrounding her. There was glass piercing in her arms and her skin was as pale as it ever could be.

Chan’s heart dropped and ran to her. He fell down on his knees, not caring that he was now bleeding himself. Tears sprung to his eyes, not from the pain coming from his knees, but the fact that the girl he loved so much was in pain, unconscious and unprotected in her own house.

‘Was this what Changbin had been protecting her from? Is that her dad? Is this the way she lived?’ So many questions came to his mind and his heart was stuck in his throat as he tried to wake her up, his voice croaking as he did so.

He remembered Y/n telling him about her father. Did that horrible man do this to her? Chan was trying to focus on her and move the questions to the back of his mind and set his priority on her live for a second. He checked her pulse and her breathing. Her heart was barely beating, her breathing was soft, too soft for his liking. He clumsily and stressed whipped out his phone and called the emergency centre.

After he did that, he tried to keep Y/n close. He looked at her dad, who was still passed out in the living room, a few meters away from them. Chan realised that Y/n never lied. The house was filthy and broken down. The windows were broken and ‘fixed’ with plastic bags taped in front of them. Broken chairs were spread around the place, bottles took over the floor and the alcoholic smell the rest of the house.

Chan jumped in shock and was ready to square up when a random lady entered the house. “Oh my goodness, are you okay?” She asked Chan as she hurried to him. She had a friendly face and Chan didn’t feel threatened anymore after taking another good look at her. “I-I’m fine. M-my friend on the other hand isn’t.” “Did you call an ambulance?” Chan nodded in respond and kept Y/n close to him.

Before he knew it, the ambulance and police had arrived at the scene. Many other neighbours also watched what was going on. “Finally they got that bastard, after all these years. That poor girl turned him in so many times, but when it is fatal for her, they belief her.” The same woman mutters, which Chan overheard. “What do you mean ma’am?” He asked politely. “Y/n, your friend, she’s a lovely, sweet girl. She has been abused for so long, but the police needed to have prove for her father’s abusing actions. The bruises she received during the abuse, the police often would categorise them as ‘caused by sport activities’. They never wanted to anything with this neighbourhood, we’ve got a bad name, so they try to stay out of it as much as possible.”

Chan wanted to cry again. He had a feeling her living situations were bad, but not this cruel. “Do you perhaps know why she never left? She could’ve run away, right?” Chan asked with a croaking voice. “She could. We’ve offered her a place in our house plenty of times, she would refuse every time.” The woman sighed, slightly smiling as she shook her head in disbelief. "How come?” Chan asked again. “Under all those tattoos, scars and bruises. Under that thick skin of hers is a big heart, one that still loves her father very much even though he mistreats her badly. She believes in justice and in the good of people. Not everyone gets to witness that from her. She’s a special girl. It’s sad that she had to live like this.” She adds.

“So, what will happen to her father?” Chan and the woman saw Y/n’s father being dragged into a cop’s car, still unconscious like he was earlier. “I talked to the officer really quick, and he said that they would take him to a rehab and maybe to court if Y/n wants to make this a lawsuit-“ “Young man, who are you?” The woman was cut off by a medical worker who now stood in front of Chan. “I’m Chan sir, I’m a friend of Y/n’s.” He tried to say. “If you would, you could come along to the hospital. We could explain the situation further in the ambulance.” Chan agreed and jumped in the back of the wagon. Chan eventually couldn’t hear the paramedic, he was too focused on the bloody body of Y/n’s that was laid in front of him. He held her by the hand as he whispered his apologies to her. He wasn’t there when she needed him. The fight they recently had replayed in the back of his mind, his harsh words ringing in his own ears. He felt bad for turning against her when she called out for him.

‘I will make it up to you, I promise.’

In no time they would arrive at the hospital. Everything was intense and stressful. Chan was led to the waiting room where he was greeted by a hysterical crying Changbin who kept demanding through his cries to see Y/n.

“How did you guys get here?” Chan asked Felix, who managed to make his way to Chan and hug him quickly. “Changbin was one of Y/n emergency contacts. I bet you’re the one who called the ambulance?” Felix suspects. “Yeah, a neighbour where Y/n lives helped as well.” Chan slightly explained, his head still spinning from the intensity of the situation. “Changbin told us briefly what happened. I’m sorry, but we came as soon as we could.” Felix added. “How is he doing?” “Not going to lie, he’s a mess.” Felix muttered before they turned their faces to Changbin.

“This is all my fault. If only I would’ve called her to make sure she would be home with me. She would’ve have gone home to that bastard. He should be locked up in jail. He could’ve killed her. He has mistreated her so badly and I’m such a fool, I’m such a bad friend for not being there for her.” Changbin cried out. “No you’re not, you’ve always been there to help her. You know that.” Hyunjin tried to make out, but Changbin’s cries were too loud.

“What are you doing here?” Changbin suddenly yelled out emotionally, when he noticed Chan. Chan was stiffed in his place as Changbin stormed his way to him. “What the fuck are you even doing here? Are you the reason she had to go home! Did you make her go back to that bastard’s-“ Changbin had Chan by the neck almost, but was quickly stopped by Felix and Hyunjin who back Changbin up as they help him in their grip.

In the meantime Minho and Jisung ran to Chan who was now on his knees, gasping for air. “Bin, he’s the one I told you about. About the school thing with Y/n.” Felix vaguely but swiftly states. There was a physical change in Changbin’s posture as he calmed down. He turned to Chan again and now calmly walked over to him and dropped on his knees as well as he hugged his friend.

Chan was shocked by Changbin’s action and confused at Felix’s words. ‘I’ll explain later.’ He had mouthed, before signing that he would go and call around other people to inform them about the situation. Changbin was still in Chan’s arms, crying his heart out. “Thank you.” Was all he could say.

The boys waited hours for the results. Felix had informed Changbin’s family, since he was too emotional to do so. Besides that, there was no one else really to call. Chan reminded himself to inform the nice lady from Y/n’s neighbourhood, and pass by to tell her about Y/n’s state after they get the results. Changbin’s parents were on their way from work and promised to be there in thirty minutes. But before they knew it a doctor walked out of the hallway. “Y/n Y/l/n’s family?” The doctor called out. The boys all shot up and ran to the doctor, who then asked who is directly related to Y/n. But since no one was, he allowed Changbin to go in first. “…she’s awake and doing fine. Her head is bruised badly, so are her ribs, spine and legs. Her arms have about seventeen or more stiches, the glass was unfortunately quite deep pierced through her skin, but they will be removed within a week or two, but we don’t know that yet depending on how well her body heals itself. When you go in her room, be calm, her head is still pounding from he medicine we gave her, it hasn’t fully set in yet.” The doctor informed before moving along again to arrange some more things.

Changbin had rushed to the room, being led by a nurse of course. Tears start to well in eyes again when he saw Y/n in her weak state. She was shooting her nurse a small smile and thanked her before she locked eyes with Changbin. “Binnie.” She croaked out in a weak voice, but with a bright smile. Changbin rushed to his best friend and sat himself next to her. He held her hand tightly and brought it close to his face as a sign of affection.

The others were waiting in the hallway for their cue to come inside as Changbin talked to Y/n. “Are you the one who brought me here?” Y/n asked Changbin, squeezing his hand slightly. “Actually, it wasn’t me. It was Chan.” The words made Y/n’s heart drop to the bottom of her stomach. “H-he what now?” Changbin could hear by the fear in her voice and her increasing heartbeat that was being measured by the monitor.

Y/n felt scared, because her privacy was now exposed to people who weren’t meant to ever know about this dark side of her life. “Y/n, calm down. Breathe. It’s okay.”

Chan could hear the beeping, that copied Y/n’s heartbeat, coming loudly from the monitor. He could sense that she must be uncomfortable and maybe didn’t wanted to see him at all. They ended things on a bad tone too.

“I think I got to go.” Chan muttered before walking off. Felix tried to stop him and assure him that it would be fine, but Chan couldn’t help but feel like he needed to be away from her, too embarrassed and ashamed of himself as he thought about the last things, he had said to her.

Back in the room, Y/n had calmed down and Changbin called in the others. “Where’s Chan?” He asked Felix softly. “No idea, he ran out.” He softly replied.

“Where’s Chan?” Y/n asked, when she didn’t notice him among the guys. “H-he left.” Felix muttered. “Why?” Y/n asked surprised and sad. “We don’t know.” “Oh, will he come back?” She asked hopefully. Her big eyes slightly sparkled and it hurt Felix’s poor heart. “I-I don’t know- I’ll call him.” He said before he made his way out of the room, not being able to stand Y/n’s puppy eyes.

“How are you feeling Nugget?” Hyunjin asked as he softly brushed Y/n’s hair. “I’ve been better. How’s the shop?” She responded, making Hyunjin laugh. “You really are something else Nugget.” He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss on her hair. Y/n then focused on Jisung and Minho who also were sitting on the end of her bed and she looked at them in confusion.

“I’m sorry, not to be rude, but what are you doing here?” The two gulped loudly and apologised for their immature and toxic behaviour towards her. “…we should’ve have judged you like we did. We’re terribly sorry.” “Well, I’m glad you feel sorry, but the two of you were part of the many people who made my life harder than it already was, harder than it should’ve been. You said some horrible things about me and now here you are trying to get my forgiveness when part of your cruel words almost turned out to be reality.” She calmly said, sending shivers to their backs.

Changbin was fuming with anger and was ready to throw hands at them, even though they were his friends. “You did what! I’m going to kill you both-“ “Changbin no!” Y/n yelled, sitting up straight in one movement, making her gasp and hiss right after as the pain shot right through her whole body. Changbin shot his focus back on her and helped her lay back down. “Don’t do that!” He whined. “Then don’t be mad at them. You and Jisung make a pretty good team when it comes to producing.”

“But they were- hold on, how’d you know I work with Jisung?“ Changbin asked confused. “You’re not that bright when you’re drunk Tat Rat, but that’s beside the point.” “Dumpling, you know we also make a great team, right? You already help me with most of the melodies, lyrics and anything else. You’re so talented. You basically wrote our latest song-“ “You made that? Changbin told us that he had some help, but I never could’ve guessed that you made that. I’m deeply sorry. Please forgive us for our dumb actions. You’re very talented and your music and lyrics are truly amazing. I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you Jisung. That’s kind of you, I appreciate it.” Y/n said, slightly bowing her head in gratitude. “You’re going to let them get away with it just like that?” Changbin asked in disbelief. “I know what they did Bin, but they already had their shock.” Y/n chuckled slightly as the two looked at Jisung’s and Minho’s shaking state they, just like Chan, got from the intense situation. “D-does that mean you forgive us?” Jisung asked, almost surprised. “Not just yet Puffy Cheeks, but you’re on track of receiving it. I still feel a little uncomfortable with you two, but I just have to warm up to you two.” Y/n smiled and shot them a wink. “We promise to make it up to you.” Minho said as they bowed to her.

“It’s fine, really- Felix, did you reach Chan?” She asked as Felix walked back in the room, his phone still in his hand. “Yeah, he’s still on the line.” “Could I talk to him for a second?” Felix handed over the phone to Y/n and then shooed the guys out so she could have her privacy as she talked with Chan.

“H-hello? Felix?” She could hear Chan say on the other side of the line. Man, did she miss hearing his voice. “Where did you go?” She asked him softly. Chan’s heart skipped a beat when he head Y/n’s voice. “Y-y/n?” “Yes Channie?” She answered, driving Chan’s heart wild and bringing the butterflies in his stomach to life. “You didn’t answer my question Channie.” “I’m on the ground floor.” Chan managed to speak out, giving himself a mental speech to get it together and talk to her like normal person. “Oh! Good! You haven’t left yet, why don’t you come back up so we can talk?” Y/n proposed. “S-sure.” “Great, I’ll see you in a few then.”

As soon as Y/n hung up Chan hurried to the gift shop and bought an obnoxiously big balloon, a big teddy bear and a pudding. He carried them all to Y/n room and a smile was brought to his face when he saw her. His breath hitched when he saw her weak state, the stiches in her arms and the dark spots on the rest of her exposed body that peaked out of the blankets.

The others had left to the cafeteria, to wait up for Changbin’s parents and to give Chan and Y/n some space.

“Are those for me?” She asked as Chan walked closer. “Actually just the pudding, I needed some comfort.” He joked before handing her the bear with a smile, tying the balloon to her bed and placing the pudding on her side table. “Thank you.” She said with a smile. “No problem. I know you like pudding.” Chan chuckles. “For that too, but I meant, for bringing me here.” “Once again, n-no problem.” Chan stuttered nervously.

There would be a period of silence between the two, before Chan spoke up again. “Y/n, how long were you passed out for?” Chan asked her carefully. “What day is it today?” “Friday.” “Oh, three days I think.” Her answer made his heart drop to his stomach again. “I-“ “Chan how did you get my address?” Y/n asked, cutting him off.

“I got it from Adelaide, the librarian.” Chan admitted. “Why?” “I wanted to return the shirt you left after our sleepover.” “Chan cut the bullshit.” “I was worried about you, okay? You skip hours, sometimes days, but never more than two in a row.” “You notice that?” She asked surprise. “Of course, as your vice president I am ordered to do so.” Chan states. “Ah, as my vice president, I get it.” She said with disappointment heard in her tone.

Chan didn’t know what else to say about that, but kept quite when he saw the colour fade from Y/n face as her face turned into a concerned expression. “Where is my father?” She asked Chan, slightly panicking. “He- he was passed out in your house, the police took him to a rehab or something? I don’t know, your neighbour talked to me about it for a brief second.” Chan explained as he shifted his position so he was not looking at her straight. “Does he know I’m here?” “No, no! You’re safe Y/n. He can’t hurt you, he’s under supervision at the rehab.”

Her heart was still beating like crazy and Chan tried everything in his power to calm her down. Words didn’t seem to work and it seemed like her heart was getting ahead of itself, he leaned down and softly brought her into his arms, trying to not hurt her. He could hear her heart skip a beat, but stabilising soon after.

“Thank you.” She mutters. The two jumped in surprise when the doctor and a nurse walked in who were ready to inform Y/n about her health condition. After they did, they turned to Chan and introduced themselves to him.

“She will have to stay here for a couple more days, just so we can examine her ribs and spine to make sure nothing will bruise any further or end up being broken. She might like some company whilst she stays here.” “I promise to come and visit as much as I can, I’ll try every day even.” Chan smiled before he thanked the doctors. “Chan you really don’t have to do that, you know?” Y/n whispers after the doctors left. “I have something to make up. It’s the least I could do.” Chan murmured sadly as he looked away from her whilst fiddling with her fingers.

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat, and she thanked God the monitors didn’t expose her.

And so, days went on.

Minho and Jisung visited quite a lot. The first time they did, they brought her homemade cookies, that they made with a little help from Jisung’s mother. They often showed their regrets as well, they didn’t dare to look her in the eye.

Felix had mentioned how Y/n could be sweet but reckless. She could slit your throat or help you out generously, he made sure to know that they should be on her good side, which they now wished to be. Y/n was quick to forgive them, especially since Jisung seemed to be on the edge every time he visited her.

Changbin would obviously be around almost 24/7. He had work though, he was the one who paid the hospital bills and of course spend a lot of quality time with her, since he still felt at fault for not having her at his place. “Binnie, this had to happen one day, this week was that day. It’s fine, besides it was my decision to go home.” She kept assuring him as he was on the verge of a mental breakdown it seemed. She was glad to have him back on her side and would show that in affectionate ways.

They hugged a lot and even exchanged a few cheek squishes and hair ruffles going on between the two, Chan couldn’t lie, it made him a little jealous. Seeing the two cuddled up, calling them cute nicknames and fun ones. It only showed how close they have and had always been.

One day they were all visiting her, having a day off since it was Saturday. They were playing games on Hyunjin’s Nintendo Switch whilst the others went around to get everyone food.

“Here’s your food Y/n.” Chan says as he placed the food on her little table. “Thanks Moonlight.” The words took Chan by surprise and he was glad he wasn’t the one who was strapped onto a heart monitor. Chan wasn’t the only one that was surprised by the words that left Y/n’s mouth. “Excuse me, what was that?” Hyunjin asked as the others still seemed to be malfunctioning. “What? That’s what I call him all the time.” Y/n tried to make out as she kept munching on her food.

A blush that creeped onto Chan’s face betrayed him as he shyly began to eat his food. Changbin was surprised by how close Y/n and Chan actually were. Chan usually wasn’t too fond of nicknames, when it came from girls that weren’t close to him. Changbin could remember Chan telling him that he disliked it how this one girl kept calling him ‘Channie’.

‘I want my future girlfriend to call me that, not some random girl I have no interest in.’ He had said back then.

‘I guess things have changed.’ Changbin muttered to himself under his breath.

It was Monday and school was out. Chan fished a basket of food out of his locker and was ready to head back to the hospital. Many girls would be wondering where he was going to. They were hoping and imagining that he would pick one of the girls out and take them on a date. Unfortunately, as he finally escaped the swarm of girls, he was stopped by Sooyun who appeared into his view. “Where are you going Channie? I thought we could hang out today.”

‘Well you thought wrong.’ “I can’t I have somewhere to go to.” Chan muttered before he walked past her. “Maybe I can come with you! I have nothing to do anyway!” She chirped as she followed him. “Sooyun really, I can go by myself. I’m going to the hospital anyway.” Chan blurted out in annoyance. “Oh! Are you sick! Oh no! Can I do something for you! Why aren’t you at home? Do you have a fever? Is it bad? Maybe you should come with me instead and let me take care of you-“ She rambled on, making Chan sigh and lie to her that he was visiting his grandmother.

“Oh, is she okay?” “Yeah, just a bad fever, she’ll get better.” Chan sighed, he was getting closer and closer to the hospital and he scolded himself for not taking the car today. ‘Darn you beautiful weather.’

“Oh, that’s good! Maybe I could tag along! I would love to meet her.” “Look, Sooyun, I really have to hurry now, she’s expecting me.” Chan tried to say as he quickened his pace to the hospital.

When he didn’t see her next to him, he sighed in relief and entered the building. He asked the nice lady at the front desk if he could go to Y/n’s room and she replied that she would announce his way up. He thanked her and hurried his way to Y/n.

Little did he know, that Sooyun was still closely behind him. “Excuse me, my boyfriend was just here. He had a braided basket with him.” Sooyun lied with a bittersweet smile. “Oh, that sweet gentleman with the blonde hairdo? He made his way up already, would you like me to announce you as well?” She asked. “No, she already knows Chan and I are coming.” “Okay, he went to room 4-19S.” “Thank you, ma’am.”

Sooyun rushed her way up to the next couple floors, she wanted to see who Chan actually was taking care of.

She heard Chan’s voice coming out of the room and decided to stay out as he talked to whoever.

“…I know Moonlight, I’m just worried.” “Y/n, you don’t have to. Your father is under supervision as he is in rehab, you’re healing well and you will be back on track in no time.” “I hope so. After all of this, I hope things will change. I’m done with the abuse, I hope dad will get better as well. I want us to be together as a family, we’re all we both have.” “Well, you have me too now, you have Changbin of course and the others. We’re all here for you.” Chan assured.

“But not for too long.” Sooyun whispered as a plan came to her little mind, making her smirk smugly as she left.

“Isn’t Changbin coming?” Chan asked as he unpacked the basket, making Y/n do a wiggly dance in her bad as she was handed one of his infamous sandwiches. “No, his last client wanted to redesign his tattoo, so he’s kept busy for the next six hours.” She pouted with half of the sandwich already in her mouth, making Chan laugh. “Too bad, I guess someone has to eat his sandwich then-“ “Gimme-“ “Miss Y/l/n?” The doctor said, interrupting them.

“You’re healing very well and you’re allowed to go back home, but due to your situation we need a new address where your medication will be send to.” He said as he handed Y/n a stack of papers. Chan took them from her and filled them in, insisting that she would stay at his. “N-no, Chan really I can stay at Chang-“

“It’s already done, beside I still feel like I need to make it up to you.” He mutters before handing the papers back to the doctor so Y/n couldn’t argue against him.

“Well, since that’s settled then, there are a few things you can’t do, like lifting things. Your muscles are slightly injured since the glass was spread all over your arms and stuck quite deep in them. Besides that, you can’t participate in sports for another couple of months, take your medicine regularly and take it easy for now. You can check out today if you want, just go down to the front desk and sign some couple more papers and you’re good to go.”

“Thank you, doctor.” “You’re welcome, I’ll see you in two weeks for a check-up.” He said with a smile before he left.

“Chan you really didn’t have to do that-“ “I do, your ribs are bruised, your arms are still recovering and I fought with you when you needed me and the guilt has been eating me alive. None of this would’ve happened if I fought with you that week before.” Chan murmured as he got up. “Chan…” “No, it’s okay for now. Let’s get you ready to leave, shall we?”

“…yeah, she isn’t allowed to carry things and she has to take her medicine on a daily basis basically.” Chan explained to Changbin over the phone. “Okay, where are you heading right now?” Changbin asked. “I’ll be taking her home, she’ll have to stay there for a while.” “O-oh, that’s cool. I’ll be going then, my client is done with his break.” Changbin mutters. They exchanged goodbyes and hung up the phone call.

‘I’m not home, where is he taking her?’ Changbin asked himself. He felt mad, he felt like he was stabbed in the back, but he thought that Chan probably had a good reason for his actions, well he at least hoped Chan did. He could do something about it, but in the back of his mind he knew he didn’t had to.

Chan and Y/n had arrived at Chan’s apartment, which Y/n still remembered too well. He told her to wait in the living room as he would go upstairs and get her guest room ready. She felt a little useless for not being able to help him, but he wouldn’t let her, since she wasn’t allowed to basically do anything.

Y/n was shifting back and fort as she waited for Chan to finish, when suddenly a door opened that revealed Chan’s parents, who were quick to look at her in shock. “What are you doing here?” His mother had yelled at her, making her head pound instantly and wince in pain because of it. “Mom, calm down, I brought her here.” Chan was quick to defend Y/n as he hurried back into the living room. “What is the meaning of this Chan.” She demanded, already filling the atmosphere with discomfort that came from her tone. “Her father abused her, she just got out of the hospital and need to be taken care of, besides that she needs a roof above her head. So, stop being so judgemental of her and let her be. If you will excuse us, we’ll be upstairs if you need us.” Chan grabbed Y/n by the hand and, carefully, dragged her upstairs.

Leaving her heart beating loudly for him and his parents speechless.

Gif isn’t mine, but it was too good to not use.

(Also I don’t know how I feel about this chapter, I don’t think I’m satisfied with it, so if you notice any changes in the future you now know why.)

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Uni! Ben Hardy- pt 2

AN: Hey big shout out to @burncrashbromance​ for proofreading and also requesting part 2! Ah lav u, it turned out longer than expected but I hope at least one person likes it 

Word count: 4,3k(???)

TW: A flaky father and insomnia mentions 

Part 1

When you woke up the next day, you were a little confused. You didn’t quite recognize the room at once, with the light shining through the window, no stars in sight. When you started to twist you were immediately aware of something slightly hard poking your thigh. The heat that rushed to your cheeks didn’t get any better when you felt an arm around your waist, tightening slightly each time you moved. Slowly you turned around to find Ben with his eyes closed, asleep. You carefully peeled his right arm away from your waist. 

The white comforter had slipped down to his waist, leaving his entire abdomen exposed. To put it frankly, he looked unreal, with the sun casting tiny shadows over the small ridges in his muscles. God, it wasn’t like you had slept with him, but something about this moment made you wish you had, maybe just a little. Even if you wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone.

You got out of bed as quietly as you could, and started looking for all your stuff. Your jeans were in the bathroom, along with your phone, which had died. Curse the damn battery life. You realised you had slept in your long sleeve from yesterday, neither of you had thought about it then, but you regretted it now. After scanning your reflection in the mirror you exited the bathroom with a sigh, while wrangling your messy hair up into a bun. 

The flat looked almost as good in daylight as it did at night. You almost couldn’t believe a boy lived there with how nice things looked and how the interior seemed well fitted together. A leather couch and some blankets, a big TV and a playstation as well as the bookshelf that was almost filled to the brim with books. It felt like a home. Nothing like the dormroom you had. However much you dreaded going back, you had to. So you walked into the little hallway and found you jacket and shoes. You started looking for your backpack, before you realised that it was still in Ben’s truck. 

Not feeling like waking him up, you left a note on his kitchen counter with your number and a message in regards to your backpack. Then you opened the door and head out, making sure the door closed and locked behind you. 

----

The last lesson you had before your finals were on dark matter. It had been twisting your brain for a while but when you walked out of the lecture hall you felt like you finally understood a bit more. You had never been one to rush out of your lectures, but since you only had a notebook, you were quick out. When you step out of the door you’re immediately pulled off to the side by your waist, making you let out a little yelp. You could tell by the cologne that it’s Ben, but he didn’t stand still until your back was pressed against the wall and he was leaning with one arm by the left side of your head. Quickly you pulled your notebook up to your chest, you felt warm all over. Some people kept looking over at you, and you wished they would stop. 

“Eyes on me, angel.”

Ben told you with a deep, almost gravelly voice. You gave him an eye roll, but looked up at him nevertheless. You were met with intense green eyes and a little smirk. 

“Hi Y/N, how are you?” 

You said sarcastically as you stared at him. He gave a short but genuine laugh. 

“Hey angel, how are you?” 

He repeated after you, albeit he still used that nickname. His goal was seemingly to make you go crazy, but he’d have to work a little harder than that though. 

“I’m good Ben, although, I do miss my laptop and books. They both cost me half a fortune. How are you?” 

You looked at him, scanning his teal college sweater and over all soft look. It contrasted deeply with his domineering demeanour. You tried to be swift when attempting to get out of his hold; turns out he saw it coming. Caging you in with his other arm. Luckily most other students had dispersed by then. 

“I’m actually quite hurt by you, love.”

He didn’t look hurt though, he looked like he was out on a mission. 

“Well, I do apologize.. actually, what am I apologizing for?” He looked a little surprised by your cheeky comment.

“I’d hoped you’d apologize for leaving me high and dry this morning, or for running out on me, as if I was just some poor one nighter, for cuddles.”

Ben responded cheekily, thinking he had the upper hand. 

“Well, maybe you were, anywho I still wanna pass this class, and I’m assuming you have some classes to pass as well.”

He removed one hand from the wall, causing him to lean in a little closer. You could feel his breath on your face and it really hit you how close he was.

“I was just a one night cuddle to you?” 

Ben feigned hurt as you looked at him with a deadpan expression. 

“Like the concept’s new to you.” 

Finally you managed to escape from underneath his gaze and break free from his cage-like posture. 

“Look, I just need my stuff back, please.”

You didn’t miss the face he made, the one that looked like genuine hurt. It made your heart regret the words for just a second, before it was gone as fast as it appeared. 

“Sure, I’ll drop by your dorm room in an hour.”

Ben said a little distantly before disappearing into the lecture hall. You started the trek to your dorm as it was your last class, feeling both relief, butalso some kind of unwelcome feeling gnawing at the back of your chest.  

-----

When you entered your dorm room, Alice was there, obviously back from her classes as well. 

“Hey Alice, how’s it going?” 

You asked the brunette, who was slaving away at an essay. Manicured nails making an odd tapping sound as she touched each key. 

“I’ll tell you, if I survive this paper.”

She grumbled as she aggressively typed away at her keyboard. 

“Copy that.” 

You replied as you hung your jacket on the hooks by the door, before you sat down at your own desk. Trying to make out your own handwriting wasn't always the easiest thing, so you got stuck there for an hour or so. Until you heard a knock on the door. You were about to get up, but Alice had been faster. 

“It’s probably just..”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence before Alice had opened the door. 

“Ben, hi how are you?” 

She said to the man at the door. A little flirtatiously, but that might, might, just be her personality. Truth be told you had asked Alice about Ben when you got home that morning. Before class. She told you all about his endeavours and antics, which she had been a part of. After all, she had a reputation for herself. You didn’t judge her by it though, she had every right to do whatever she pleased. 

“Oh, hi, Lisa, I’m alright, here for Y/N though.”

Your mouth dropped as you heard him say the wrong name. Rightfully so, she smacks the door in his face. You just sighed as she went to the bathroom leaving you to open the door again. 

“Nice work there, Benjamin.” 

You smiled at him, rather unimpressed. 

“My name’s Ben, angel.” 

He said, the mischievous glint was back in his eyes.

“And her name is Alice, remember that.” 

Ben put a finger in the air and tapped it to his head.

“Will remember that.”

He then held out an arm with your backpack dangling from his hand. You went to grab it, but he pulled it back, so it was just out of your reach. 

“Okay, I’ll bite, what’s the catch?” 

You asked with a quirked brow. 

“A date, with yours truly.”

He announced cockily, whilst he looked at you with these intense green eyes. You could have sworn he looked hopeful, maybe even a little vulnerable. That feeling was back in your chest. The one that gnawed somewhere behind your heart. The one that told you to dive in head first, without looking. However you head decided if you were gonna dive, it was going to be on your terms.

“Sure, but I decide when.”

You said, determined. And to your surprise he nodded and got out his phone from his pocket, scrolling through his calendar. You gestured for him to come in, and went to get your phone on your desk. 

“What about after I’ve had my exam in physics 1B? At say 5pm on thursday?” 

“Works for me angel.”

Ben smiled, before taking a step closer to you. Therefore you took a step back, immediately your thighs met the back of your desk. Ben took yet another step and you couldn’t take your eyes off him, constantly gauging his actions. He took the final step up to you, and stood so close that you could feel his breath on your face. He smelled like red bull and cigarettes, and a little hint of cologne hit you as well. Yet you kept your eyes glued to his. Without moving his gaze, he dropped your backpack to the floor. His then free hand went to your chin, tilting it up as he closed in on you even more. 

“See you then.” 

He said as he left a quick peck on your left cheek, which made your cheeks heat up. With a wink he was out the door, leaving you a little speechless. Thursday was only two days away. 

------

When thursday rolled around, you had seen Ben around campus and he had seen you. You knew as much ‘cause he winked at you every time. 

You had also talked more with Alice about him, who had told you about his history with people, which made you feel a little hesitant, but you decided that at least, you could get a good fuck out of it. If the rumors were true, if not, who knows, you might get something more. 

Mostly though, you had been practicing for the physics exam. You got up that morning and got ready, putting on a pair of ripped jeans and a hoodie.Your hair was its usual mess, in your eyes, even though it had just been washed. In the dorm kitchen you got out your thermo- cup and made yourself some tea before you headed out the building.

You reached the lecture halls faster than you had thought, and decided to check your phone. Just one message from a number you didn’t know flashed up at you. You unlocked the phone and read the message. 

Good luck today, angel;)

You didn’t stop the smile that broke out on your lips. However you didn’t get the chance to reply as professor Atkins unlocked the door with a smile in your direction. You and a couple of other students wandered into the lecture hall and before you knew it, the exam was in front of your eyes. 

It was a hard one, with so many questions that you thought you were gonna miss some, flipping all the pages and double checking all of your calculations. But when you finished you were only the fourth to leave. 

Quickly you walked across campus and over to your dorm, trying to figure out what to do. Then you remembered the message that still sat unanswered in your inbox. 

- Ben? This you?

You sent as you unlocked the door and flung your backpack to the floor. There was no expectation for him to answer soon, since you expected him to have his own exam. But almost immediately a response ticked in. You sat down by your desk to answer.

- Sure is;)

-  Finished your exam?

The second message ticked in, and you couldn’t help but think that maybe he was a little excited too. You were about to reply when he called you up instead. Instantly you felt more anxious and let it ring two times before you answered.

“Hey?” 

You answered lamely. 

“Hey yourself, I figured you were out since you answered my message now.”

He said and you could hear him rummaging around somewhere as he talked to you.

“Yeah, apparently I knew more than I thought I did.” 

You laughed as you thought back to how the exam went. 

“So, since we’re both done, wanna start the date a little early?” 

Ben asked as a door shut in the background. 

“Sounds like you’re already on your way over here, but sure, why not? Where are we going by the way?”

You asked as you got up from your desk and headed for your closet. Wondering what to put on. 

“That’s a surprise, but put on something warm.” 

He answered as if he knew what you were thinking. 

“Okay, see you soon.” 

You said as you opened the door to the closet. 

“See you in a minute angel.” 

Ben said and then you hung up. 

You decided to put on a different hoodie, a plain white one, and a leather jacket over it, hoping it might be enough. White, almost new sneakers went on your feet. Then you went into the bathroom to put on a little bit of perfume and some make up. Just sorting out your brows and some mascara, as well as a little concealer for the dark circles under your eyes. You hated not being able to sleep properly. You frowned at your reflection when there was a knock at your door. 

When you opened the door Ben was stood there looking as handsome and cosy as ever. With a sweater and a coat hanging from his arm, he looked like he came straight out of a fashion magazine. You could see his eyes scanning your body and face, before he licked his lips. It almost looked predatory, but you noticed the little nervous shifting from foot to foot he did. 

“Hey, ready to go?” 

Ben smiled at you, with the most genuine smile you had seen in a while. You just nodded as a reply, trying to hide your embarrassment by putting on your backpack and shutting the door, locking it behind you. You didn’t think he would act like a sap, but there he was, brushing his knuckles against the back of your hand. He didn’t take your hand until you were out of the dorm building though. You turned to look at him and were met with a smirk.

“You don’t think I’m gonna call it a date just to say I’ve been on a date with you right?” 

You just shrugged, as Ben lead you to the parking lot. 

“‘C’mon love, gonna need you to use your words and smart mouth today.” 

Again, there was something overly sexual about the way he just was, but you wouldn’t complain. He looked hot. Until he suddenly looked nervous.

“Unless you don’t want this, then that’s totally cool, I’ll just head back-” 

He started to ramble and you suddenly saw him in a brand new light. You squeezed his hand.

“I want this Ben, ‘m just nervous.”

You smiled at him shyly. Finally you felt a little comfortable in your own nervousness, because it seemed like he was the same. 

“Good, okay, yeah.” 

Ben said with a relieved smile on his lips. 

“So, wanna tell me where we’re going?”

You asked as you playfully pushed against his side. However, it seemed that he had foreseen your action, because before you even knew it, you were tucked into his side with an arm hanging lazily around your shoulder. 

“Nope, you’ll figure it out soon anyways.” 

He whispered cheekily against your ear, before opening the passenger door to his truck that you had just arrived at. You nodded at him and got in. Taking in the vehicle’s inside in the daylight. It was clean enough and the radio had an aux cord hanging out of the plugin. A pair of sunglasses were laying on the dashboard and you noticed it was stickshift. With how smooth the previous drive with him had been, you were a little surprised, most people chose automatic nowadays. 

“Ready?” 

Ben asked after plugging in his phone and putting on a playlist. You nodded both in answer and admiration for his song choice. Jimi Hendrix was always good. 

“Words, angel.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him, but you answered none the less.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

So Ben started up the car, and you rolled out of the parking lot, to the tune of ‘All Along the Watchtower.’ You both sat in silence, occasionally looking at each other and smiling. You eventually pulled out your phone and sent a message to Alice that she shouldn’t wait up for you. Then you remembered that you hadn’t saved Ben’s number, so you went to his number and saved it, not bothering with his surname. You took a look over at him, and when you saw the sun hitting him at just the right angle, you had to take a contact picture. He knew what you were doing to some degree, because he smiled a little crooked smile. It wasn’t a smirk, just a regular crooked smile. 

“What’s that for?” 

He asked as you smiled down at the photo. Alice just answered with a winky face. 

“Contact photo.”

“Ugh, you’re one of them?” 

He groaned, while you laughed a little.

“What’s wrong with contact photos?” 

You asked curiously.

“I mean, you already know who’s calling, why would you need a picture to remind you?” 

He said incredulously as he took a turn to the left away from the city. 

“I don’t know, I just think it’s a cute feature, makes me remember good times I’ve had with people.” 

You said as Ben nodded a little in understanding, as you stared out the windshield when realisation dawned on you. 

“Ben, are we going to the observatory?” 

He chuckled and nodded, before looking at you for a second. 

“Way too smart.” 

----

You arrived at the Observatory 45 minutes later, when the sun had started to set. You were both heading out of the car and while you started walking, you stopped after a few strides to see that Ben had gone to the side of the plane on the back of the truck. He grabbed a backpack that seemed a little oversized, but you went along with it. 

He grabbed your hand and lead you the rest of the way up to the building. He could see how you were admiring it and how the sunset shone against your hair, making it look like a halo. Before you turned he snapped a picture of you. 

“I haven’t really been here in ages, jesus.” 

You said more to yourself, but Ben overheard you.  

“You haven’t?” 

He took a hold of your hand gently, rubbing the back of your hand softly upon seeing the distant look in your eyes. 

“Nah, but that’s not a story for a first date though.” 

Ben just hummed at your answer, but you could tell he wouldn’t let it go.

“So, how was your day Ben?” 

You changed the topic, genuinely interested in what he had to say. He seemed a little surprised at your question. With a furrowed brow you looked up at him as you neared the entrance. 

“You know, not a lot of people ask me that, and if they do they hardly care about the answer.”

And your heart ached for him. You watched him as he paid for entrance tickets, nodding to the guy and saying a thank you. This was completely different to the guy you’d seen around campus, who seemed so unaffected by the world. Yet he studied astrophysics and asked you out on a proper date. 

“Well, I do care about your answer Ben.” 

You said as you followed him into the observatory. While usually your mouth would be slightly agape at the sight of the big telescope and all the technical instruments surrounding you, Ben was the one holding your attention. 

“Well, woke up early, had a little jog and then a shower, then this exam that went mehh. When I got home I got ready for this date I have tonight. Don’t know if I should tell you, but I’m a little nervous.”

You smiled as you looked at him, still your fingers were intertwined, and you gave him a little squeeze. He pulled you closer by the hand and left a little kiss at your temple. It felt like you’d known him for a long time, like it had been like this forever. It was both scary and comfortable at the same time. 

The two of you walked outside to watch the sunset over the city along with a handful of other people. You were still looking at the orange and pink hues that painted the sky when Ben carefully let go of your hand. He slung his backpack down and opened it, pulling out a blanket, along with a few containers.

“Ben, are we gonna have a picnic here?” 

You asked a little shocked, still there was a coy smile on your lips. It wasn’t that you put it past him, but to be honest, you thought it was going to be a pretty low key date. He always seemed to surprise you. Ben laid out all the containers on the blanket carefully. 

“Yes we are, now will you sit down?”

He smiled at you from his position on the grass, and you complied, sitting down at the other side of the blanket, you felt like you needed just a little space to catch your breath. 

“Now, I’ve made a couple of different dishes that I hope you like, if not I’m also serving looks.” 

Ben winked at you. 

“Well good thing you cooked, I don’t want to starve.” 

You said a little exaggerated, as you started opening one of the heavenly smelling containers. 

“You wound me, angel.” 

But you could tell by the smile on his lips that he wasn’t serious. Yet again the nickname made you blush. 

“Why do you call me angel by the way?” 

You asked a little embarrassed, yet you still met his gaze. Ben mused at your question, with a little smile on his lips. 

“You remind me of an angel, and to be a little frank, seeing you blush every time I say it, well it’s a welcome bonus.”

As if on cue, you blushed, which made him chuckle with you. You sat in comfortable silence for a while, just eating all of the good food he had cooked up. 

 “Didn’t know you cooked either, you don’t really seem like the type.” 

You said after a few minutes of silence, with a hope to create some conversation, you wanted to get to know more than the person the entire uni seemed to know.

“Yeah, well, mum always cooked when she couldn’t sleep, I guess it’s something I’ve picked up from her, that cooking is a really nice thing to do when you want to think of something else.” 

Ben admitted a little quietly, and you remembered how she had insomnia, the same as you. You nodded and started pondering. Maybe you should tell him about why you didn’t really come here anymore. 

“That's really nice Ben, it tastes really incredible.”

The sun had finished setting and the stars started to come out, one by one. The temperature had dropped a bit too, and you regretted not bringing any gloves. That’s why you started to rub your hands together to generate some heat. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for Ben to notice. Quickly yet smoothly, he scooted closer to you and grabbed your hands, and warmed them in his own. 

“You know, my dad used to bring me here to look at the stars.”

You decided to speak up, but still keeping your eyes on your hands, engulfed in Ben. He hummed in reply.

“Back then it was okay for me to have silly dreams and stupid theories, it was okay. But as the years passed and I still wouldn’t let the dreams die away, he stopped bringing me here. One night when I was around fourteen, I asked him why. He said he didn’t want to nurture silly little dreams, that I should start focusing on a real, efficient and good work opportunities for girls.”

Ben had stopped looking at the sky. He looked at you, with those big green eyes of his. 

“Anyway, I’m gonna be a professor or engineer. In spite of him.”

You said decidedly.

“You know, you’re not doing it just to spite him-” 

Ben started, but before he could finish you interrupted.

“Don’t tell me how I live my life.” 

You protested. A little hurt by his comment. 

“I’m not, I was going to say that you don’t do it just to spite him, but also because you’re insanely good at what you do.” 

“Oh.” 

Was the only word you managed to squeeze out. You felt really embarrassed. He laughed, and put an arm around your shoulders. 

“And I mean that, professor Atkins hasn’t shut up about you in class for the last two months.”

Ben was an ego boost and a half, even though you felt abashed most of the time. 

“Shut up.”

You smile at him, and he leaned down and placed a quick kiss on your lips, leaving you stunned and wanting more of his soft lips. 

“Now, wanna go look at some planets through a big ass telescope, genius?”

You smiled at his question. 

“Fuck yes.” 

[yasmins--blog]

Introduction to studyblr :)

So I figured that keeping up with a blog might help me relax and stop dreading to study, I also feel like it’s a fun habit. Given that I am completely new here I decided to do a tag, I found this one on the blog of jaysstudyplace

What’s your degree/major?

I am not attending a college or university, I’m still in high school. I live in the Netherlands where you can choose a selection of classes that fit you and/or your dream study after high school. I choose ‘culture and society’, I have 2 classes about society, philosophy, German, Art (I do AP art), geography, history, and the basic subjects every student has including: English, P.E, Dutch and an art theory class called CKV. I am not attending all classes yet because I am in my third year and these selections are ‘available’ in your fourth year, I did make my choice this year.

What does a typical day look like?

If I can go to school physically I wake up between 6:30 am and 7:00 am, do my morning routine and bike to school around 8:00 am, then I have classes from 8:30 am until 4:00 pm. After classes I hang out with my friends and do some homework, well TRY to do some homework, until around 6:00 pm, then I go home for dinner, sit with my family, take a shower and go to bed between 9:30 pm and 10:30 pm. I do most of my homework on the weekends or during the evening when I’m with parents.

Weakest subject?

Mathematics, hands down my weakest subject. Last semester I got a 30% on both of the tests I took, afterwards my teacher told me I only got a 30% because she didn’t grade lower..... I was able to drop maths for next year so at least I won’t have to take an exam in it.

What is your strongest subject?

Either English or history. English is my second language but I do speak it fluently and did higher level English ever since the 7th grade (brugklas), it has finally come to the point where the classes are being thaught at a higher level and I really enjoy actually learning something in English hahaha. For history it all just makes sense to me, the way things play out just falls in place and the causes and consequenses are very easy for me to see/find.

What is your favourite subject?

History, as I said before it all just makes sense to me and I really want to learn about the history of the world, how did we end up the way we did? I think it is truly fascinating to read about that. My teacher is also very passionate about the subject so his excitement really makes history classes my favourite.

Are you a doodler?

Yes, I take AP art and when I am bored I try to come up with new ideas for these classes. My notes consist for about 30% of doodles, when I am studying for a test I try not to get distracted so those notes aren’t filled with doodles.

When do you plan to graduate?

If everything goes to plan I will graduate in the (school)year of  2022-2023.

Do you plan to do a post-grad?

I do not attend a college so I will not get the chance to do a post-grad in the near future. We’ll see when we get there :)

Are you a morning or night studier?

I’m a night-owl. I find that I focus better when the rest of the house/ world around me is asleep, it makes me feel free.

How often do you go out and party?

Right now I obviously don’t, not that I did before, I am underage and so are all my friends so we don’t really go clubbing and we never really hang out in the weekends because all of us have busy lifes. All of us do a separate study besides the regular one, I do an art study with 3 other friends and the other 2 do a sport study, so we all have work to do on the weekends.

Do you pull all-nighters?

Only during testweek, I want to able to actively participate in my classes during the day so I try to sleep at least 5 hours a night. DISCLAIMER: I have insomnia due to other mental problems and take medication to sleep, that’s why I only sleep about 5 hours. I do not reccomend only sleeping 5 hours since the amount the human body needs is about 7/8 hours.

What’s your proudest academic achievement?

This is a really hard one but if I have to think one it’s the time when we did a group project for English and geography and my group was the first group ever to get a 100% mark (for the English part) in all the years the project existed.

I hope you all got to know me a bit better and if you want answer the questions in the comments or tag me in your posts, I would love to hear about your (academic) life :)

[wiener-soldiers]

operation omega - naked (iii)

summary: years after the avengers dismantle HYDRA, the group remerges more dangerous than ever. their modus operandi? infiltrating foreign governments, stealing and reproducing their weapons, and selling them to terrorist groups. when the us government approaches the avengers for help on a secret operation with a secret asset, they are reluctant to agree. it isn’t until their quinjet almost gets shot down in the middle of nowhere when the understand that omega means business.

pairing: bucky barnes x SEAL!reader

words: 2.5k

warnings: mild sexual tension, they’re kinda all naked

a/n: this is still exposition haha. also i barely edited this

taglist: add yourself here!

OPERATION OMEGA MASTERLIST

Omega, Bucky quickly learned, was nothing like the Avengers.

They weren’t independent, rather they were the collective asset of the allied nations.

They weren’t public figures, rather nearly no one knew they existed except for the people who can directly order them to go on missions.

They didn’t really have private lives; they were stationed at their base for months on end and were only allowed back home for a few weeks at a time.

And most noticeably, they weren’t superheroes, but they were badasses.

Omega had ex-Navy SEALs, Green Berets, Delta Force, CIA, and Air Force. Everyone on the Avengers, including the enhanced, were pretty intimidated by the lineup.

Bucky also noticed how they were all much more like a family. Not like the Avengers-dysfunctional-type family, but one that actually cares. He notices that despite prepping for missions, they still have happy hour on Friday night, movie night on Saturday night, and they actually enjoy training with one another.

One minor thing Bucky also noticed is how little clothes they all wear.

He honestly shouldn’t be that surprised. Though being in army camps seemed like a lifetime ago, something about the atmosphere screamed the lack of necessity for shirts.

And honestly, who wouldn’t want to show off how fit they all were?

The first instance he realized this fact was when he was in the medical wing to get his physical. Captain Y/N insisted that all the Avengers go in for a physical exam done by their in-house doctor, Dr. Marge Dean—who also happened to be an ex-Green Beret and CIA operative—just in case there were health issues that needed to be fixed before they went in the field.

Bucky’s appointment with Dr. Dean was scheduled for noon, but he got there five minutes before. Knocking softly on the door, a soft female voice said, “It’s open” before he pushed his way inside.

Dr. Marge Dean wasn’t alone in the room. Sergeant Dominick Stone, ex-Air Force pilot, was also there. He sat on the exam table across from Dr. Marge with his right hand heavily wrapped. The duo looked up at him and offered him a smile. He tries to ignore the fact that Dr. Marge was wearing nothing but short track shorts and a sports bra and Dominick was wearing nothing but boxers. If they’re comfortable with each other, then it can’t be that bad, Bucky tells himself.

“Afternoon. Doc, Sergeant,” Bucky nods at both of them, returning a smile.

“Please, James. Call me Marge,” Marge tells him softly as she finishes wrapping Dominick’s hand. “My abuella’s a doctor. I grew up with everyone calling her Doc, I guess I just haven’t gotten used to people calling people me that yet either,” she giggles softly.

Bucky smiles at her, “Marge it is.”

“I would shake your hand,” Dominick says as he hops off the exam table and waves his bandaged hand in the air, “but it’s a little hard right now.”

Bucky chuckles, “Don’t worry about it, Sarge. What happened?”

Dominick sighs and Marge chuckles as she cleans her equipment, prepping for Bucky’s physical exam. “It’s stupid,” the Sergeant sighs.

“Oh come on,” Marge starts, “I think it’s funny, Sarge.”

Dominick sighs, “I was sharpening my knife and I accidentally cut my hand really deeply.”

“A combat knife?” Bucky asks curiously.

Dominick sighs, “A kitchen knife.”

Marge bursts into another fit of giggle before patting the exam table, signalling to Bucky that she’s ready to start his exam. “Dom’s Ma is from Ghana. The first time we went home for our break, his Ma gave him the family fried rice recipe. He makes it for us every week,” Marge starts as she starts Bucky’s physical. He surprised at how calm she acts around his metal arm; whether it’s a telltale sign of a good doctor or a good person, Bucky doesn’t really care—the simple action allow Bucky to trust her.

“I was sharpening the kitchen knives because no one in this damn place will do it—”

“You said you found it relaxing, so we let you do it!”

“And I was distracted for a second and my hand slipped,” Dominick rolled his eyes and gestures to his hand again. “It’s not big deal. No stitches needed; I’ll be good in no time.”

Marge finishes monitoring Bucky’s breathing and moves on to taking his blood pressure. “All those extra bandages are just to make him feel better,” she jokes.

Bucky takes a deep breath, allowing his walls to come down a bit. “Well, Sarge, I’d love to try it sometime,” Bucky says with a smile that reaches his eyes. “Ya know, after your hand has healed an all,” he adds an on, jokingly.

Sergeant Dominick grins, “I go by Dom.”

“Fair enough. I go by Bucky.”

The second instance he realized the unspoken, no-clothes policy was later that week. That morning marked the second week that the Avengers were working with Omega. Slowly, they were fitting in with their new partners. Despite looking crazily similar, Bucky’s hunch that Steve and Jack may want to one-up each other was proven false. Steve and Jack bonded surprisingly fast from their shared interests in history, art, and their war experiences. Wanda got along really well with Dr. Marge as soon as the two girls realized they both had a passion for cooking and baking. Natasha got along with Second Lieutenant Abigail Lee, the resident engineer and ex-Green Beret weapons specialist, as soon as Natasha found out that Abigail loved stand-up specials as much as she did. Clint and Sam got along really well Sergeant John McBueller after drunkenly one night, John taught the two how to salsa the same way his mother taught him how to when he was younger. Tony gets along with the ever-so-clumsy Sergeant Dom because Dom is secretly a nerd about everything about the Iron Man suit and Tony thinks Dom is like a younger version of Rhodey.

The unlikely group of friends found themselves in the kitchen that morning. The ex-military individuals were still used to a waking up early so their training sessions normally takes place before breakfast, whereas the Avengers training sessions normally took place later at night, as the team is full of insomniacs.

Bucky, Steve, Tony, Clint, and Sam sat in the kitchen that morning. Tony was tinkering with a new gadget Bucky couldn’t even begin to comprehend, Steve was hunched over a tablet analyzing reports, Clint was looking over flight logistics, and Sam was switching his attention between sipping his coffee and making breakfast for everyone.

Bucky’s attention was concentrated at the laptop in front of him where he was analyzing old Avengers briefs for HYDRA missions. A fit of chatter take his attention away from the laptop. Salsa-dancing John McBueller and Dr. Marge walked into the kitchen, easy chatter flowing between them. His eyes widened at their wardrobe, John was wearing nothing but grey sweatpants and Marge only sported a sports bra with her leggings, sweat dripping off the both of them.

In comparison, every Avenger was very clothed.

“Morning guys,” John called out, following Marge into the kitchen. Marge busied herself by making a protein shake for her and John, not noticing the stares both her and John were getting.

“Morning…” the Avengers mumbled.

“John you want banana in your shake?” Marge asked, not giving a care in the world.

“Hmm, yeah sure. Also, can you add peanut butter too?” John responses, easily as care-free.

“Are you guys always like this?” Tony asks, baffled at how casual they are.

“What?” Marge and John ask at the same time. Bucky chuckles at his expression.

“This…naked,” Tony says bluntly.

Another loud chuckle is heard down the hall and Dom and Abigail enter the kitchen next. The corner of Bucky’s mouth quirks upwards as soon as Tony’s eyes widen even more. Abigail was wearing nothing but a swimsuit and a flannel to cover up, her hair still wet from the laps she swam in the lake that morning. Unlike John, Dom was wearing a shirt, but his dripping wet swim trunks and open flannel—with nothing on underneath, to add—made his attire barely passible.

“Jesus, is your dress code basically nothing?” Tony remarks. He wasn’t surprised that every member of the Omega team was absolutely shredded. He was used to it in fact, as it usually isn’t surprising for Steve or Bucky or Sam to walk around shirtless. He was just surprised about the bluntness the Omega team had.

“Morning,” Bucky hears a final mumble. The group in the kitchen turns towards the sleepy voice; it was Y/N with Jack trailing into the kitchen behind her. Though he was used to seeing his new teammates so naked, his eyes widened at the sight of her. She wore nothing but pajama shorts and a lacy bralette. Jack shuffled in behind her, wearing nothing but boxers. Jack gently put a green flannel around her shoulders and Y/N mumbled a thanks.

“Sorry we woke up late and missed training. Pulled an all-nighter analyzing more intel and I didn’t realize I missed training,” Y/N mumbles.

“Jesus Christ, you guys are shameless. I dig it,” Tony says, mostly to himself.

Bucky can’t help but feel his cheeks heat up at the sight of Y/N. He normally was fine around naked girls. He was nowhere near the level of confident as he was when he was younger, but we was rarely flustered at the sight of one. He really tried not to stare, but the view of Y/N in nothing but comfy clothes wrapped around a flannel, laughing softly at something someone said over a cup of coffee was something that made Bucky’s stomach flip.

Oh, fuck. She’s so beautiful, Bucky thinks.

Bucky hears a soft chuckle behind him. He tilts his view backwards and sees Wanda (he isn’t exactly sure when she woke up and made her way to the kitchen) smirking at him. His eyes widen, Stop reading my mind, asshole.

Wanda’s smirk only widens.

Early the next morning, Bucky woke in a cold sweat. The hairs on the back of his neck stood as he looked around the unfamiliar surroundings before he slowly realized that we was in the Omega bunker, not his room at the Avengers’ tower.

Fucking nightmare, he sighs. His metal arms cramps, a symptom of the Phantom Limb Syndrome that he feels every now and then, especially after he has a nightmare. Bucky sighs and glances at the time: 5:11 AM.

He decided that sleep is so far behind him at this point, so Bucky rolls out of bed, pulls on a pair of workout shorts, and trudges out of the room.

As soon as he walks out into the hallway, the goosebumps on his bare bake perk up. Still, Bucky continues trudging towards the kitchen. He starts a pot of coffee and digs around the fridge for some food.

“Bucky?” someone calls out to him, startling him. He tries to lift his head out of the fridge, but he accidentally hits his head.

“Fuck,” he hisses, grabbing the back of his head.

“Shit!” the voice calls behind him and he feels to warm hands wrap around his neck. “Are you okay?”

Bucky turns around and face Y/N, who’s hands are still on his neck. Bucky can’t help but notice that she’s wearing nothing but a sports bra and sweatpants. He gulps and trains his eyes on her face.

“Yeah, I’m fine. No biggie,” he says weakly.

Y/N smiles softly, letting her hands fall. “What’re you doing up?” she asks softly, side-stepping around him to grab a banana from the counter.

Bucky exhales softly, hoping his breath isn’t shaky. “Nightmare,” he states bluntly, too tired to lie.

Her eyebrow raises, “Oh?”

“It was about, uh…how I lost my arm,” he says quietly, not meeting her eyes. “The dreams, I’m used to. It’s the pain from Phantom Limb Syndrome that usually wakes me up.”

“Biofeedback,” Y/N says simply.

“I’m sorry?”

“Talk to Tony about adding biofeedback and haptics to your metal arm so you can feel touch in that arm again,” Y/N responds, stepping closer to him. She reaches out for Bucky’s metal palm and drags a finger down it. Bucky doesn’t flinch; he knows what the feeling is supposed to feel like but it pains him that he can’t feel it. “I read an article talking about how biofeedback helped some patients overcome their Phantom Limb Syndrome…” she trails off, hoping she didn’t make it awkward.

“Thank you,” Bucky says sincerely, searching her eyes for any sign of discomfort.

Y/N doesn’t say anything, but the comforting look in her tired eyes say it all, you’re welcome.

Bucky continues to make his coffee and a breakfast omelette while Y/N sits at the island silently, eating her banana and observing him. It was 5:30 AM already, meaning she should have been out the door and starting her run. Instead, she watches how his back muscles contract as he cuts vegetable combined with the soft mechanical whir of his metal arm to create a mesmerizing scene.

Bucky speaks up, snapping her out of her trance, “What about you? What’re you doing up?”

“I normally go on a run right now,” she told him, casting her gaze towards his face. She notices how his unkempt hair dangles in front of his eyes and how she do desperately got the urge to push the hair out of his face to stare into his eyes.

“Don’t let me stop you then,” Bucky jests.

Y/N smiles at him, “Didn’t feel like it today. I like going on runs because it’s calming. Sitting here and watching you cook, it’s also…calming.”

Bucky had nothing to say to that, surprised by her honestly. Y/N is equally as surprised and hopes she didn’t make it weird. Apparently, she hasn’t because moments later, Bucky slides a serving of omelette for her as well.

“Thank you,” Y/N mumbles before digging in.

“Don’t mention it,” Bucky replies with kind eyes.

They eat in silence. Not an uncomfortable one, but a perfectly, intentionally quiet one—like if one of them spoke, it would ruin the calming and intimate emotion draped over the kitchen.

They both finish their meals and clean up the dishes. As Bucky is about to round the corner and head back into his room, Y/N calls out, “I would love to run with you, if you want.”

Bucky pauses mid-step and glances back at her, waiting for her to continue.

“There’s this trail that I made when we first moved here. It leads to a beautiful rock formation and a waterfall. I run there every morning,” Y/N gushed out. Bucky fully turned to look at her this time. “You’re welcome to join, if you want.”

Bucky smiles at her.

Bucky got a long really well with Captain Y/N Y/L/N after their quiet morning breakfast and confessions. Waking up to run with her is what make Bucky excited to wake up every morning.

[myhauntedsalem]

The Wren Building Williamsburg, VA

Time brings many stories. The Wren Building, the oldest college building still standing in the United States, is testament to that sentiment. With a history dating back to August 8, 1695, the building was constructed before the city of Williamsburg was founded. Across three centuries and counting, the building has endured fire, war, and thousands of college students. A defining structure of the College of William & Mary’s campus, history, and culture, the Wren Building is a site of historical—and haunted—importance in Virginia, and in the United States at large.

The Wren Building was chartered on February 8, 1693 by King William III and Queen Mary II of England. It was intended to act as a grammar school, or, in more modern terms, a middle-to-high school equivalent, for adolescent boys. It was also set to be a philosophy school (AKA a college) and a divinity school. Six months later, workers laid the building’s first brick.

The Wren was first built by English contractor Thomas Hadley in what was then-known as Middle Plantation, which became Williamsburg in 1699. Originally, the building was set to be a square or rectangular structure with an open quadrangle at its center, but this construction was never completed, as the construction team ran out of money mid-project.

On the night of October 29, 1705, the Wren Building burst into flames near the personal quarters of the college’s first president, Reverend James Blair. The accidental fire raged into the morning, and damaged most of the building’s west walls, but no one was injured or slain. This fire was the first of a series that befell the building.

In December 1781, a small fire burned a significant section of the building. Around 2:00 or 3:00 a.m. on February 8, 1859, another fire blazed, this time starting in the building’s chemical laboratory. The fire decimated the library and chapel. Then-president of the college and pivotal figure in William & Mary history, Benjamin Ewell, rescued students trapped on the third floor. Per an archival newspaper article from the time, there was “no fire engine in Williamsburg worthy of the name,” making controlling the fire’s spread that much more difficult.

The last fire was in 1862, when a group of Pennsylvania cavalrymen with the Fifth Pennsylvania Cavalry set the building on fire, because it once housed Confederate troops. Aside from that territorial legacy, the cavalrymen also wanted to prevent Confederate snipers from continuing to hide in its upper floors. This fire severely scorched the building. Union soldiers also gutted other buildings on campus. The remaining walls of the Wren became part of the Union line of defense, adding insult to injury for the Confederacy.

Each major fire changed the building’s appearance, as parts of the structure had to be rebuilt every time. The building’s outer walls were mostly undamaged, and are, astonishingly, largely the same walls as those built centuries ago. In 1928 through 1931, the building was restored to its original colonial look under the Rockefeller restoration of Williamsburg.

The Wren Building stopped its college activities on a few notable occasions: the Revolutionary War and the Civil War. During these wars, the building was a field hospital and barracks. In the Revolution, during the Battle of Yorktown, and for months after, the Wren was chiefly a French hospital, but also served American soldiers.

In the Civil War, the Confederacy first used the building for housing and hospitalization. Confederate troops under Brigadier General Jubal Early camped at the Wren before the Battle of Williamsburg. The Confederate hold on the building was followed by the Union, which overtook the campus (and city) in 1862.

Because of its involvement in the war, there are many murmurings about who may reside within the Wren’s hallowed halls. Though the building is filled with the living, as classes, official events, church services, weddings, and a museum exhibition are still held inside, the Wren Building is also thought to be filled with the dead, both above and below the building’s foundations.

Ghosts of soldiers who perished in the hospital are said to dwell in the building. They are typically assumed to be Revolutionary War soldiers, although, given the building’s history, it is also probable that some of these apparitions are from the Civil War. As these ghosts are commonly heard, in eerie footsteps that echo through the building, more than they are seen, few have been able to look closely at the ghosts for identifying uniforms or other regalia.

Ghostly legends are embedded in the culture and tradition of William & Mary the college, from a statue that is said to grant good grades to students, to a bridge that either rewards loyal collegiate sweethearts, or curses them.

Some students have seen ghosts in the Wren, including one described as a soldier patrolling. He roams on the third floor, near a room known to be where a soldier died from injuries sustained during the Revolutionary War. Some have noted that this soldier seems to visit students attempting all-nighters. Whether or not his presence is a good or bad omen for exams depends on the student. Sir Christopher Wren is also rumored to pace the building on foot, as if to appreciate his purported design, his footsteps faintly reverberating throughout its versed walls.

In early 1729, contractor Henry Cary Jr. built the Wren chapel. Below, he built a crypt. This crypt became the resting place of Governor Botetourt, Sir John Randolph, Peyton Randolph, and a host of other remarkable Virginians. However, this resting place has not been wholly peaceful.

In the Civil War, when Union forces seized the city and the William & Mary campus, the Wren was ravaged. In addition to burning the Wren itself, Union soldiers looted the crypt, robbing silver, and other precious items, from the coffins. The litany of ghosts that are frequently spotted on the campus may very well originate from these burial vaults.

Perhaps they stir from the vaults to simply retrieve what has been taken from them. It is also entirely probable that some ghosts seek revenge, however possible, on the Yankee soldiers who defiled their resting places.

[hquirks]

Karasuno & College AU Pt. 1

School: Karasuno

Genre: headcanons, fluff, crack, slice of life 

Warnings: mental health breakdowns 

A/N: This is a Haikyuu!! Headcanon where the Karasuno first years attend the same college and experience their first semester. This is written under the assumption that they attend a Japanese college that follows an American college system. Lastly, most of these headcanons were based on our own personal experiences in college and from our friends.

Disclaimer: This is very...long LMAO. We’ve been working on this for the past 2 weeks on and off. We just had a lot of feelings but we had so much fun! We’re sorry but we hope you enjoy!!

By: Noodle ✨, BananaMilk 🐯, & FriedOmurice 🌊

HINATA SHOYO

Sports Communication Major

Gets scouted by a university’s volleyball team for either middle blocker/winged spiker

Procrastinates so HARD like does his essay that’s due at 8 am the night before. He PASSES his classes especially the ones for his major and what he is randomly interested in but he is still a mess when it comes to studying.

Though Hinata would be the person you see openly crying out of sadness and doom at 1am in the library

While he has gotten better in taking care of his body, however like any college student, he lives on redbull and coffee especially during finals. 

Tries to not pull all nighters but will due to his procrastination and inability to get work done efficiently

Lives in the same dorm building as Kageyama but on different floors. They burst into each other’s rooms unannounced all the time since they’ve established long ago that they are best friends and do not give a fuck. They banter with each other 24/7 (their respective roommates have grown immune to their loudness and bickering.)

Hinata’s roommate is Inouka from Nekoma!! They both get along really well and are able to live well together so they stay roommates the rest of the years in college. Hinata is a little messier than Inuoka but he keeps his messes to his side that Inuoka never minds.

Their apartment is super wholesome bc since they’re always encouraging each other, they leave little notes like “You got this!!”, “Good luck on your exam!” or “You’re amazing and awesome! Don’t forget it!” Also, the apartment just looks really homey, very lived in.

He becomes kinda popular at school because he just ends up befriending all his classmates (and is even closer to the people in his major) and also because of being on the volleyball team!! Hinata gets recognized everywhere even when he’s off campus and everyone says hi to him, and he never minds.

As a freshman, he attends all of the freshman events and all the free events that happen every day Friday!!!! His favorite Friday event is when they get to stuff an animal (either their school mascot or another animal) and are able to dress it up and keep it! (His favorite is an owl dressed like a volleyball player that he named Little Giant)

Tries to get involved with other clubs but because of volleyball and his inability to juggle more than 3 things, he doesn’t (but still ends up becoming friends with the people in the club bc they think he’s so friendly and fun)

Ends up going to a lot of events held by the clubs he’s befriended! He kinda of becomes a recruiter for the clubs because if he finds someone who talks about an interest, he recommends them one of the clubs. (The clubs are forever grateful because they always get an influx of people during fall semester every year.)

His first semester grades consists of:

- The Coming of Individuality (mandatory freshman course): C+ - Japanese Literature: C - Sports Media and Society: B - Principles of Sports Reporting: A - Biology 1: C-

Hinata has a breakdown about his grades because he does not want to lose his starting spot on the volleyball team. However, he improves much more due to the help of his friends like Yachi and Inuoka the next semester.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

Sports therapy

Also gets scouted as a setter by the same university as Hinata

Since Hinata is adamant about attending all the freshman events and free events the campus offers every Friday, he eventually gets pulled into going with Hinata even though he doesn’t want to. 

Thanks to Karasuno and Hinata, he has softened over the years and has learned to be more sociable with others, but he still prefers to hang out with the first years squad and is still a quiet person. 

In their first dorm year, Kunimi and Kindaichi were planning to room together & they were looking for a third roommate, and Kageyama was assigned to their room

They eventually grow mutual respect towards each other

His grades are better than when he was in high school because he actually likes his classes, but he still sucks at general education subjects

He lives on coffee and 5 hour energies to get through finals. He has to cut down on the 5 hour energies because he ends up not sleeping for 3 days straight and he starts to get worried.

Kageyama eventually caves in and tries to join other clubs that do not revolve around volleyball thanks to his friends. Somehow, and the first year squad is still confused as to how, he grew to love the cooking club and he gets really excited whenever they’re trying out a new dish! (He also thinks that as an athlete knowing how to cook and take care of his body is crucial). 

One day when they’re hanging out at Yamaguchi and Tsukki’s apartment, he cooks for them a recipe he learned from the club. The others are really apprehensive at first to taste it, but are genuinely so surprised that it actually tasted REALLY good and immediately start showering him compliments and yelling. Kageyama’s brain goes mush and all he can say is HINATA BOKE(Hinata: WHAT??? I was complimenting you and I wasn’t the only one, Bakageyama!!) 

Besides going on his daily runs, he will also find time to go to the gym early in the mornings. He brings Hinata along with him and they just end up competing at the gym. They become regulars and befriend the front desk people and the security guards.

Because of how popular and good-looking he is, he ends up developing a fan club but doesn’t know about it until one day Tsukki points it out. It’s right after midterms in their 1st year and all five are out to eat. Tsukki’s gets annoyed because there’s just been a hoard of girls (& guys) following them in the restaurant.

Tsukki: can you tell your fanclub to leave us alone?

Kags: ...my what???

Tsukki, unimpressed but not surprised:....

Hinata points out that he has a fanclub like the Great King and Kageyama just blanches...he wants to be like Oikawa but not like this LMFAO

Kageyama’s first semester grades:

- The Coming of Individuality (mandatory freshman course): C+ - Principles of sports therapy A+ - General Japanese 1 C- - Calculus 1 B+ - Ethical Issues in Sport A-

TSUKISHIMA KEI

World History major (Honors Program)

Very orderly with his course plans (LEARNING CURVE WHO??)

The guy who plans his week ahead and actually diligently studies. Since Tsukki is BUSY all the time in college, his planner is DETAILED and NEAT. He carries it with him all the time in his backpack or pocket since it is so small and portable. If needed whenever his plans do change, he would carry small sticky notes to plan it out on the spot and make sure everything goes smoothly still. Plus he hates it when it looks messy so sticky notes are a must.

Doesn’t usually go to events on his own willpower. He usually gets dragged into events by his upperclassmen (Kuroo and Bokuto) or Yamaguchi begs to go with him because he doesn’t want to go alone. 

Enjoys going to the college’s on-campus museums during his spare time. He visits seasonally since the museums change up one exhibit every few month dedicated to a certain event or artist. His favorite is the art museum because it’s quiet and calming. (Also, he’s undisturbed by the others...)

Doesn’t want to be the group manager but becomes one anyway because he just can’t watch others “ruin” his grade. 

Has some university credits already from his AP classes / dual enrollment so he’s already finished with some general education requirements but still needs a few more. 

He can actually graduate a semester early BUT decides against it because his apartment lease goes through the next semester and doesn’t want to be bothered with finding someone else to take his spot. (He won’t admit it but he would kinda sorta miss the 4 idiots...)

Sometimes he forgets to eat (Yamaguchi usually reminds him plus they end up going to lunch together too). Often buys starbucks sandwiches on the way to class.

He has his own starbucks cup. He always drinks the same thing, so the workers remember his face and order. Sometimes they make his order ahead of time because they know. Loves their chocolate croissants. 

That bitch who drinks BLACK coffee every morning for enjoyment!!! He also drinks espresso for necessity during finals

Arrives to class early so he can get the really nice seat in the back and doesn’t want to sit next to anyone

In class discussions, Tsukki is a classic smartass. He will not hesitate to give out his opinion and often plays devil's advocate for the class.

He doesn’t join the school official volleyball team, but joins the volleyball club instead because he has to juggle between being in the honors program, being a research assistant, and playing volleyball

Doesn’t want to admit it, but still supports the boys at the official volleyball team. Goes to almost every game in disguise.

Tsukki’s first semester grades:

- The Coming of Individuality (mandatory freshman course): A- - European History and Culture A+ - History Research Seminar: A+ - Crime and Punishment in Japanese History: A+ - Empires, Nationalism, and Revolution: A+ 

Won’t say it, but is actually pretty upset that he got a A- in Coming of Individuality

YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

He majors in psychology and minors in business administration. 

Knows where all the university gardens are and has a favorite spot when he studies sometimes if he wants some fresh air.

In continuation, he knows and goes to all the nice trails and parks around the city. He tries to go when he cans and he often brings the other first years when they all have the time. (Everyone except Tsukki enjoys it...but Tsukki grows to love it as well.)

Yamaguchi and Yachi go together to pet the therapy dogs every Friday by the library and cry from the cuteness and love they receive. They have a favorite dog that is a shiba inu named Mizu who is the ABSOLUTE sweets and gets so many belly rubs from these two.

Yamaguchi works at a boba place to cover his loans. The first-year squad comes over often to study and hang out with him (really though they tease/play around with him). He is a STAR employee, having been there most of his 4 years and is employee of the month frequently. Knows the regulars’ orders by heart and is doted on the little old lady who comes in with her dog every Sunday morning.

He LOVES all the good food. He knows all the low key, hole-in-the-wall places that DELIVER on food. His favorite food is teriyaki chicken. It’s basic but also HAS to be quality chicken and chicken.

When Yamaguchi wants to cry from the stress of doing SOOOOOO MUCH (school, job, research assistant, and psychology club), he goes to the psychology building because it’s colder and has fewer people. He discovered a spot there that no one ever goes to and cries there. 

He actually found his mentor/ researcher boss who was a psychology professor and researcher who saw him one day and asked if he was okay.

He joins the psychology club and gets so involved!! He does the mentor/mentee program and because he loves helping people so much, he ends up having so many mentees and even adopting a few who get abandoned

Even though he’s already busy, he actually becomes secretary this 2nd year, VP 3rd year, and then president his last year!

Yamaguchi does NOT do coffee, but he loves tea and anything relating to tea. His favorite boba flavor is matcha green tea. 

Because of this, he becomes obsessed with matcha in general and will get matcha flavored anything

Yamaguchi and Tsukki are roomies (duh). People don’t get why they live together with their opposite personalities, but they eventually see why 

Yamaguchi first semester grades: 

- Psychology of Personality: A+ - The Coming of Individuality (mandatory freshman course): A- - Social Psychology: A+ - Introduction to Statistics 1: B- - Introduction to Finance: B

Has always been a good student and works hard for his grades but his first semester grades suffer a little(freaks out about his B’s) because of all the stuff he has on his plate, however, he learns to handle it better and understands that a B is still okay!! 

YACHI HITOKA

Graphic Design Major

Binge-buys Shein and YesStyle Clothes the first week

This QUEEN has taken every self defense lesson she could get her hands on and bought herself pepper spray as well. Even though the boys felt they were fine, she gave them pepper spray to put in their bags(practically shoved it in their bags because she wants them to be safe too)

She gets a lot of compliments for her cat keychain from others, but none of them really know that the keychain can be used for self defense and Yachi bought it because it was cute and effective. 

Her campus has a building for all of the student life and activities and there’s a small bowling alley. Lemme tell you, she’s a serious bowler; like her scores are always in the triple digits. She goes every Wednesday religiously all four years (except during midterms and finals week) because it’s half priced.

OFC she joins the bowling club and competes throughout her college years. Y’all already know she’s winning the medals. 

THE QUEEN OF SAVING MONEY AND COUPONING!! She will always snag the free, semesterly coupon book in the plaza when they give them out. She ends up grabbing 4 (2 for her and 2 for her roommate)

Yachi LOVES sweets so when she’s feeling stressed, she usually eats sweet things or cries and if she’s REALLY stressed she’ll do both. Her best friends are her tears, a tub of chocolate ice cream, and videos of animals(cats, dogs, pandas mostly but cats are her fav mostly) plus tiny food cooking to make her feel better.

In clubs that she joins, she often becomes the multimedia chair and everyone loves her designs and ideas!! 

She interns during her 3rd year as a local business where they use her design as the new logo for the company!! Because of how well the design was, she ends up catching the eye of a major company (one she’s been looking at for a while) and they offer her a job after graduation!!

The boys are super proud of her and surprise her with a congratulations party for her success!! The boys are tearing up at how much Yachi has grown as a person(imagine Kiyoko when she presented Karasuno with the team flag and all the second and third year boys CRIED. That’s what happens basically) 

Yachi’s first semester grades: 

- The Coming of Individuality (mandatory freshman course): A+ - Perceptual drawing: A+ - Typography: A+ - Principles of Art History 1:B+ - Introduction to Statistics: A+ 

Yachi is SMART and has great grades, but her anxiety affects her when she’s dealing with big projects for her classes. She eventually gets better every semester and learns to manage her anxiety when it comes to big assignments! Bottom line, she evolves to be a BOSS. 

FIRST YEARS’ SHENANIGANS (FIRST YEARS)

Coming of Individuality: freshman required course

- Hinata, Yachi, and Yamaguchi agree to be in the same class Hinata convinces Kageyama to take the course with him

- Yamaguchi asks Tsukki to take the course with him and Yachi, which he agrees, but Tsukki doesn’t know that Hinata and Kageyama are also there

Plants Drops!

- Every 3rd Thursday of the month, the gardening club has a plant drop where they give out plants for free in their campus’ plaza

- So, Yachi and Yamaguchi are the first ones to find out about it, and end up dragging the other 3 to go with them

- Tsukki thought he would hate it but he got this little cactus that he’s kept alive all four years and brings it with him when he graduates into his new apartment - Hinata tries to keep the plants alive but ends up forgetting about them so he has to opt for cacti only; though, he does end up keeping one plant alive for the rest of the semester but forgets about it when he goes home and leaves it in the dorm - Kageyama ends up keeping two plants alive, both little ferns, and names them banana and strawberry (his favorite milks) They still go every 3rd Thursday even if they have plants because it gives them an opportunity to see each other if they have been busy

Yamaguchi and Tsukki’s place

- The undisputed hangout place for the first year squad (Tsukki worries that Kags and Hinata will break something every time they come over) since it is so close to campus.  - They often come over in between classes to chill and eat their food in peace while watching Netflix or playing Mario Kart or Super Smash together.

MANDATED (Tsukki didn’t want this but the others wanted this to happen) first-year lunch hangout

- Every Friday at exactly 11:15am, the first-year squad would eat lunch together at a local food stand on their campus called Tikis to catch up for the week.  - They chose Friday because they tried all the other days and decided collectively that Fridays were the best.  - The food stand usually sells a variety of food (usually soul food) and switch it up every week but it has some of the BEST food on campus (& even the city) - Without a doubt, the first-year squad ALWAYS make sure to leave space for their mandated Tikis lunch when doing their schedules every semester. No excuses. 

[hogwarts-healer]

Our first assignment deadline is tomorrow.

I don't know whyy, but i get super anxious about handing online assignments.

I feel like i will be judged moree?? Without my handwritting in it to remind the doctor that i am a human??? A bot didn't type this in...please be apathetic and give me full marks.

I think the thing that runs my blood cold, and turn my peripherals numb is that i have to hand it over alone... In my room... There are no screaming students shouting out last minute reviews in the hallway... No one is murmuring a joke about the all nighter they pulled to barely finish before the deadline... We aren't all waiting for our doom together

No...

Everyone is on his own.

Even though i review assignments with my classmates before turning it in online, my heart still gallops... My fingers shake. And no matter how many blankets i throw on, my feet and hands remain resolutely cold.

Alone...

Skslskeheh maaaaaaan i am totally looney if an 8 marks assignment causes me all of this GIT disturbances at 5 in the freaking morning all beacuse i have to turn it in.

Dude you're going to review it with at least 2 ppl... Chilllllll

But like really could doctors stop asking for online assignments,,,, while there are online classses and quizzes and clinical exams and theoritical exams and practical exams and ospes and osces and cbls and pbls and tbls and clinical rounds and 5 unresolved traumas and an impending anxiety attack slash panic slash stop self diagnosing and history sheets and angry baby mamas and sad families and looming lectures and tons and tons of developmental milestones to memorise and aaaaaaaa.