#Jake Gyllenverse

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Items In A Shoebox

This is day one of the 500 Followers JGCU Write Fest!!!! Thank you all again so much for 500 followers - this is a piece that I’ve been planning for a while and talking about for even longer, Detective Loki’s backstory within the JGCU!!! 

Just to warn you that this piece talks about a lot of hella sensitive topics and so because of that your discretion when reading it is advised, please don’t read if it’s going to trigger you in any way. I’ve attempted to be delicate about the topic but please don’t read if it will upset you more than it ought to

Other than that, though, I hope you guys enjoy reading this!! I’m genuinely quite proud of how this turned out but again I have to state: don’t read this if you feel it will be too much/too intense and will trigger you (murder, domestic abuse and more are mentioned in this piece) and as well as that, please remember that this isn’t Detective Loki’s official background in Prisoners. I worked with what was given in the film and created my own idea of his background from what was given so PLEASE don’t attack me if I maybe don’t go with the canon/what you had in mind as I will cry

Loki’s hands traced over the top of the shoebox. The corners were tattered and worn with age, pieces of the brown cardboard showing in places. A thin layer of dust covered the top as Loki held it in his hands, sat cross legged on the floor of his room.

He hesitated before opening it. To him the shoebox was Pandora’s box. The only thing holding him back from a barrage of painful memories was a thin layer of green cardboard.

His fingers played with the lid of the box before he let out a long sigh and opened it.

///

David turned the purple dinosaur over in his hands. 

His dad brought him back a dinosaur whenever he went away. When he’d come back he’d bring a dinosaur for him. Some flowers for him mum.

The flowers had stopped recently. But the dinosaurs always came.

David ran his little fingers over the top of the dinosaur’s body. He was sat on the sofa, his parents arguing in the room behind him. But he stared down at the dinosaur.

He liked dinosaurs.

Ever since he had learnt about them in school he had been interested in them. His teacher had lent him a book on them and David had first learnt the world ‘palaeontologist’, deciding swiftly that that was what he wanted to be when he grew up.

His father usually tried to find ‘unrealistic’ dinosaurs for him. 

Multicoloured dinosaurs that would line up on his desk, looking at the child with cartoonish faces that David loved.

His dad thought that his love of dinosaurs was too grown up for a child of five. The way that he could recite every fact from that book his teacher had leant him worried his dad. 

Sure, David was smart. But no kid should be that smart.

No kid should be as mature as David had had to be. 

Five year old David stood from the sofa as he heard another crash from the room next door. He peaked his head around the corner as he always did when it got to this point in his parents fights.

His father was red faced as he stood above David’s mother.

His wonderful, friendly, loving, supportive father. 

David almost couldn’t recognise him. 

To David his father had two sides - the side that he saw and the side that his mother brought out.

He couldn’t understand why his father reacted as he did towards his mother. David’s mother was sweet and caring and so, so concerned with his father. She would do anything to make sure that his father kept happy.

David rushed back to the sofa when he heard his mother begin to scream, he hid himself under the couch cushions willing himself away.

By the time the screaming and smashing had stopped the dinosaur had left deep marks in David’s hands.

///

The purple dinosaur was the only one Loki had left from his childhood collection. It was the last one he ever got from his dad. The last time things were ‘normal’ for his family.

Loki lent over and placed it gently on his bedside table, stood up on the nightstand. It was chipped and dirty with age but still filled Loki’s heart with some sort of longing when he looked at it.

He refused to acknowledge the watery in his eyes and he pulled the next item from the box.

///

“I’m not doing this because I don’t love you - I’m doing this because I have to love myself,” five year old David struggled to make sense of his mothers words.

She took his little hands in hers as he lay under his bed, his mind fogged in confusion from sleep, having been shaken awake by his mum at three in the morning.

“Mummy?” He mumbled, allowing her to pull him back out from under his bed, into the room. His mum picked him up and set him so he was sat on top of the mattress. 

She crouched in front of him and David rubbed his eyes tiredly.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I have to do this,” she told him, her eyes filled with worry and apology. 

“Are you going on an adventure?” David wondered if the bruises on his mothers face hurt when she smiled at him then. 

“Yeah, sweetheart, I’m going on an adventure,” she agreed, squeezing his hands.

“Can I come with you? I’m really good on adventures - Danny always lets me be his second in command,” David’s mothers lips pressed to his forehead.

“You’re always going to be my first in command,” his mum whispered. “But this is an adventure I have to go on alone. I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“Are you coming back?”  

“Probably not,” her voice was no more than a croak and David felt tears fill his eyes.

“Don’t be sad, Mummy!” He begged when he saw her cry.

“I’m just going to miss my little man,” she whispered, bringing her son in for a tight hug. “But it’ll be better with me gone - Daddy will be less mad all the time,” she promised him.

“What if I go?” David offered. “Maybe Daddy will want you around more if I go?” 

“You sweet boy,” his mum sniffled into his shoulder. “You sweet, lovely boy,” she repeated, shaking her head. “Your daddy and me both love you and neither of us want you to go anywhere, okay?”

“I don’t want you to go,” he pleaded.

“I have to,” his mum released him and her right hand went to her ring finger on her left hand.

She twisted on her engagement ring, prising it off of her hand and pressing it into his small one.

“I have to do something for me.”

///

That was the last time that Loki had seen his mother. 

Now the engagement ring hung from a chain. It was a little rusted but out of all the items in his shoebox of memories it was in the best condition. 

After he had been taken to the boys home, Loki had put the ring on a chain to hang around his neck for fear of it being stolen otherwise. It was the one thing that he couldn’t imaging loosing. The one thing he had never even considered trading whilst her was there.

He hadn’t worn it since coming to university, so desperate to leave his whole past behind but now, in the safety of his home, in the knowledge that he had two people who wouldn’t leave him, he slipped the chain back around his neck.

The ring came to rest next to the thudding of his heart.

///

David waited at least an extra hour before coming out of hiding.

He waited for so long after the commotion and the gun shot before he even considered leaving his safe cave that his legs were beyond numb. He toppled straight back down to the ground when he tried to stand up.

He hadn’t realised he was shaking until he reached his hands out in front of him to try and support himself.

David closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

He crawled towards the door to his bedroom and pushed it open.

He hadn’t known what was going on when his dad had burst into his room, his eyes wide with fear as he pushed David into his wardrobe, piling shirts and jumpers on top of him in an effort to hide him. He had never heard his father so scared as when he implored his son to stay quiet and not come out unless he was sure it was safe.

It was the first time in a while that David had been told that he was loved.

It was also the first time ever that David saw his father cry.

That was how he knew that it was serious, whatever was going on. David’s seven year old mind was so fixed on his fathers tears that he couldn’t even think of making a noise. 

His father was in the living room. 

Him and David were still there fifteen minutes later when the emergency services came, answering David’s phone call faster than normal when they realised how young the child was on the other end.

David was sat cross legged by his fathers dead body, sobbing.

///

The police had allowed Loki to keep the shirt. 

They caught the men who had broken in only a few days after Loki had called the police and, after they had been properly identified and the legal process had been seen through, they had given Loki his fathers shirt.

Loki wasn’t sure why he had wanted to keep it. Perhaps because he had something to remember his mother by and he wanted something to remind him of his father - and of the sacrifice his father had made to keep Loki safe.

If he hadn’t gone and shut Loki into his wardrobe then he could have escaped with his life.

Now, Loki unfolded the shirt out of the shoebox and held it up. Blood stained it and it was almost completely shredded from the bullet wounds that had riddled his fathers body. 

That had been the day he became set on becoming a detective.

///

David hated his grandparents house. 

He hated the smell of cabbage that permeated the air around him.

He wanted his mum.

When the police had told him that they were going to track down a guardian for him that was who he had assumed they meant. He thought the long two years of separation from his mother would be over and that they would be reunited again.

David couldn’t hide his disappointment when it was his grandparents that turned up at the station to pick him up.

He wondered if, perhaps, his mum would be at their house. His grandparents were on his mums side so when she had disappeared that night he had assumed that was where she had gone to.

But his grandparents refused to tell him anything about his mother.

If they knew where she was, they weren’t giving any hints.

His granny ran a bath for him when they got to his grandparents house. 

“Home sweet home,” his granny had declared.

There was nothing sweet or homely about it. He wanted his real home.

David sat in the bath water, thinking of the events of the day.

Was this going to be his life now? Living with his grandparents? Surrounded by the scent of cabbage and bad memories?

He had cried when he first got to his grandparents house and found that his mother was nowhere in sight. His Granddad had told him that it was better than living in a boys home.

David climbed out of the bath and wrapped himself in the towel he had left out for himself and left the bathroom to the room that he had been told would be his for the foreseeable future. 

His tears began again when he saw the soft teddy bear that had been left on his bed for him by his grandparents.

Didn’t they know that nothing could be fixed anymore with a teddy?

///

The bears fur was matted and one of its eyes had fallen out at some point during his time at the boys home in Conyers but Loki didn’t care.

His grandparents had been good guardians and eventually he had gotten used to the smell of cabbage and even now, six years after he had left that place behind, it comforted him in a strange way.

But he still fucking hated cabbage.

His Granny had died first. She had a heart attack when Loki was ten and it had broken his Granddad. Loki had had to start looking after himself much more - he did the cooking and the cleaning and made sure that his Granddad got to his doctors appointments.

Loki wasn’t ashamed to admit that most of the care he took of his Granddad was for purely selfish reasons. He knew that if his Granddad was to die then he would be put in the local boys home. 

Everyone had heard horror stories about what it was like there and there was no way that Loki would be taken there without a fight.

But after his Granddad was diagnosed with terminal cancer when Loki was eleven he became resigned to his fate. About a month before his Granddad died, he was told the truth about his mother.

She had returned briefly to live with his grandparents, as Loki had suspected had happened but had swiftly disappeared again only to be found a few months later dead in a hotel room.

Loki was twelve when his Granddad lost his battle.

///

“You want the book?” The boy’s face was morphed into confusion. His eyes glanced down at the tattered classic in his hands before raising back up to meet Loki’s eyes.

“Yeah.” 

Loki’s jaw was clenched and his eyes were cold and unwavering as he looked at the new kid who had entered into the boys home only a few weeks ago.

“You want the book?” The kid repeated incredulously.

“Need me to fucking write it down for you?”

“No - no, sorry I just...” the younger boy collected himself, trying to hide his fear and Loki almost felt bad for a moment until he remembered what his first few weeks had been like at the boys home. “What’ll you give me?” 

Loki was almost proud of the kid and he allowed a slight smirk to grace his face and he nodded at the boy.

“What’dya want?” 

“Your leather jacket,” he declared and Loki scoffed.

“Piss off,” he rolled his eyes. “You know it’s not worth that,” the boy visibly deflated and Loki sighed, taking pity on him. “You get my desert tonight - and I’ll tell Anthony to lay off,” he offered, knowing that Anthony had been giving the new boy shit ever since he had arrived.

He looked up hopefully and held out the book. Loki took it from him, nodding.

“If he bothers you again, let me know,” Loki told him before turning away and stalking out of the room.

He knew that most of the other boys in the home were scared of him and the ones who weren’t were those who had been around for as long as he had. 

He had been at the boys home for four years. And what was devastating was the knowledge that he would be there for the remaining two years until he turned eighteen and could leave for university and then, hopefully, the police force.

When he had saw the new boy with his book Loki had known he would have traded almost anything to have it. Few people in the home owned anything other than a couple of changes of clothes and their school books. Anything they did own would be traded for something else - extra desert or a particular clothing item usually.

Loki had lost all of his dinosaur collection within the first week of his arrival at the boys home for a pair of shoes after his had been stolen. Well, all of his collection other than the final addition: the purple dinosaur.

Great Expectations was his parents favourite book. When he was much younger, before everything went pear shaped in their relationship, his parents would tell him how it was that classic which brought them together - they had both wanted a copy of it and had gone into a bookstore at the same time and reached for it.

They had ended up reading it together after his father had asked his mother out on a date and that was the start of their relationship.

Loki himself had never actually read it but had always wanted to - but he had no money with which to buy himself a copy after he had been taken into the boys home and had never had the chance to read it.

To have a copy of it in his hands now, nine years after he had last seen either of his parents, it felt so much that, in holding Pip’s story, he was also holding that of his parents.

///

Loki didn’t realise he was crying until his tears began to drop onto the well-loved book.

He wiped it away hastily, worried about it harming the pages that he too had grown to love but he didn’t stop himself from crying.

For what felt like the first time the full weight of what he had been through hit him. It was talking to his roommates about how he had wound up in the boys home that had sparked his need to dive into his little shoebox of memories.

Loki wasn’t sure if he would ever be able to go into details about his past. What his father had been like towards his mother and what his mother could sometimes be like towards him. The details of his fathers death. The facts he had dug up on his mothers suicide when he turned eighteen and was able to find such information out. 

The full truth of his life at the boys home weighed heavy on his mind and he knew it would scar him forever.

“Hey, David,” Loki looked up towards the doorframe. David and Jake were looking at him with eyes filled with concern. “Are you okay?” Jake asked.

Loki dropped his eyes down at the book, the teddy, the shirt, he felt the ring lying on his chest, and finally he looked at the little purple dinosaur.

Loki looked back to his roommates, a watery smile on his face and he nodded, the weight lifting from him.

“Yeah... yeah, I am.”

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ooooo could you do a blurb where reader goes to jakes apartment to meet him for a date but he’s still getting ready so one of the David’s let reader in and just tell them how much happier Jake is with them and they’re basically like ‘thanks for dating the dork, oh and can you get him to stop eating oranges the way he does? It creeps us out’ (love your writing and pls take your time x)

Yee bro I hope this is what you wanted!! Sorry it took me so long to get this up eek

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“Hey David!” Y/N beamed when the door opened to reveal one of Jake’s roommates, who was hiding part of his body behind the door, but he stood out a little more comfortably when he saw who it was.

“Hey Y/N - Jake’s still getting ready so come in,” he told her, stepping back to allow her into the apartment.

“Thanks,” Y/N returned, walking inside. “Is Loki around? I brought him the leftovers from work.”

“In the kitchen,” David confirmed, leading the way for her to follow. “He’s going to love you so much for that,” he added and Y/N laughed.

“Well I’m trying to bribe you guys to make sure you like me.” 

“You definitely need to keep doing it,” Loki murmured, not looking up from his work.

“Hey, Loki.” Y/N placed the bakery box down on the table next to him and it was only then that he looked up.

“I appreciate this bribe.” He told her, flipping open the box.

“You;re not really helping the whole ‘get Loki to eat healthier’ campaign, are you?” David questioned, rolling his eyes at her and Y/N shrugged, sitting down at the counter beside Loki.

“I personally don’t like that campaign and am thrilled that you’re not partaking in it,” Loki spoke up.

“Want some tea?” David asked. “Jake’s going to be a little while.”

“Thanks,” Y/N agreed.

“Thank you, by the way,” David mentioned, his back turned towards her. Y/N looked at Loki in confusion only to find the law student staring back down at his work, his jaw clenched just a little, clearly stressed.

“For what?” Y/N asked.

“You know... dating Jake,” Loki muttered. “You... you make him really happy and... I dunno, he spends...” Loki shook his head.

“He spends a lot of time worrying about the rest of us and I think he forgets we worry about him too so... thanks for making him as happy as you do,” David said, turning to face her with a shy smile on his face and two mugs in his hands, placing them down one in front of Y/N and one in front of Loki.

“Oh... I mean... thanks guys... I’m glad you approve,” she told them awkwardly.

“Now if you could just work on getting him to stop biting into his oranges as if it’s an apple that would be appreciated because it’s weird as fuck,” Loki added, a knowing grin on his face, causing both David and Y/N to begin laughing.

“What’re you guys talking about?” Jake asked, walking into the kitchen, running a hand through his hair and pecking Y/N’s lips in greeting.

“Not much,” Y/N shrugged, smiling up at him.

“You ready to head out, then?” He asked suspisciously, looking between his friends. 

“Can’t you see we’re drinking tea?”

JGCU Write Fest // Items In a Shoebox // Sunlight

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Sunlight

Welcome to the second day of my 500 Followers JGCU Write Fest!!! I figured after yesterday’s angst with Loki’s JGCU Backstory we could do with some nice fluff - plus I never really expanded on the background between Jake and the reader within the Multiverse other than the bare bones of the story! So I hope you guys enjoy this! Please remember to let me know what you think - send in some concepts (or Romcomcepts as they’re called on here when regarding Jake x Reader) and even some blurb/headcannon requests! I love you all!!!

“Hey - Y/N, right?” The girl looked up from her notepad and smiled warmly at Jake.

“Yeah! And you’re...” Y/N trailed off, her face slightly scrunched up as she tried to recall his name. “Jake!” She exclaimed in triumph and Jake chuckled, nodding as he felt his cheeks blush a little hearing his name falling from her lips.

“That’s me,” he confirmed. “I didn’t know you worked here?”

“First week,” she admitted, shrugging. “Do you... live around here or something?” She asked and Jake nodded, unable to take his eyes off of the waitress.

“Just down the road, actually.” He clarified when her eyebrows raised just a tad and he realised that he hadn’t actually responded to her with anything other than a single nod.

“Oh, that’s cool!” Y/N told him. “Can I get your order?” Jake felt his cheeks heat up and he nodded immediately.

“Yeah, of course - sorry. Just a latte please,” there was a warm smile on Y/N’s face as she wrote down his order and turned away back to the counter.

Jake sunk down on his chair and groaned quietly under his breath, silently beating himself up for his awkwardness when talking to the pretty girl he had been unable to get out of his head since running into her and Donnie on various occasions.

He shook his head at himself in despair and lent down to pick up his bag, pulling out his messy notes from the lecture he had just left along with some more paper, preparing himself to neatly write up his notes.

Jake let out a heavy sigh and brought out his phone, plugging his headphones in and pressing shuffle on his music before beginning to write.

He was so distracted by his work that he didn’t realise that Y/N had returned with his order until the coffee was placed on the table in front of him. He looked up at her, seeing her grin making him do the same.

“Here,” she placed down a piece of cake in front of him and Jake looked between the cake and her in confusion.

“I didn’t order that,” he pointed out and Y/N rolled her eyes playfully.

“I know you didn’t - you just looked like you needed it.” 

“Is that so?” Jake chuckled and Y/N nodded.

“I saw you pull out that uni stuff and I felt physical pain for you,” Jake burst out laughing, rolling his eyes at her.

“You wait until this time next year and you’ll have equal amounts of work to do,” Y/N crinkled her nose.

“Ugh, don’t start me thinking about next year when I’m actually going to have to start doing work.”

///

Jake had to admit that since he had found out that Y/N worked at the cafe he had become much more of a regular than he had previously been. Sure, the cafe wasn’t all that far away from his home but it definitely wasn’t the closest one to either his apartment or where he had his lectures.

Which was why David was so justified in his groaning when Jake insisted on them going to that cafe on their way home rather than the Starbucks that was so much closer.

“Come on, Jake, I just want to get home - I have so much work to do,” David groaned, his head lolling back.

“You were the one who said you wanted a coffee,” Jake pointed out, shrugging.

“I thought we’d just go to Starbucks seeing as it’s literally down the road from therapy,” David complained.

“Well we’re here now, dude, so stop complaining.” 

“You’re so annoying,” David told him, fixing him with an unimpressed look and Jake shrugged.

“Ask Loki to take you to therapy next time,” David stuck his tongue out at Jake in response, slouching down slightly in his chair.

Jake’s heart clenched just a little when he saw his friend shrink away further into the corner when Y/N walked up, ready to take their order with a smile on her face.

“Hey Jake!” She greeted before looking to David with the smile that set butterflies off in his stomach. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Jake put all his effort into ensuring he didn’t stutter over his words. “This is one of my roommates, David,” he introduced.

“Hey David, it’s nice to meet you - you’re the medic right?” David responded to her questioning with a tiny smile and a slight raise of his hand, which shook just a little as he swallowed and nodded.

“That’s me,” he agreed, his voice slightly hoarse.

“Just the usual?” Y/N questioned, looking back to Jake, who nodded.

“And a decaf for David,” he added and David scowled at him from across the table as Y/N scribbled down the order and walked off.

“That’s such bullshit,” he scoffed. “I don’t need decaf.”

“Dude your therapist told me not to let you have caffeine anymore,” Jake pointed out and David rolled his eyes.

“Whatever - at least I now know why you were so insistent on coming here,” David claimed with a devious smile.

“Is that right?”

“Yeah - you fancy the waitress girl,” Jake opened his mouth to protest but David shook his head, holding up his hand. “Please, Jake, you were practically drooling when she was over here.”

///

“I didn’t take you for a theatre kid,” Jake’s head shot up at her voice and his cheeks instinctively tinged red at Y/N’s presence, a cheeky grin on her face as she stood in front of the stall.

“What can I say? I’m full of surprises,” he teased, standing back from the sign up list and folding his arms a little, grinning at her.

Y/N stepped closer to the stall, looking at the photographs and leaflets in interest.

“So you like... run this thing?” She asked and Jake nodded.

“Kinda - Quentin’s really in charge but he... kinda sucks at the whole ‘organisation’ part of it so it tends to get passed along to me,” he told her, shrugging.

“Where’s he at today?”

“He’s around... somewhere,” Jake chuckled, looking for his friend. “Probably talking to Morf.”

“Morf?” Y/N questioned, her eyebrows raising a little. “Is that the dude who runs LGBT soc?” 

“Yeah - and Fine Art,” Jake confirmed.

“He tried to convince Rob that he was gay,” Y/N stated, her grin widening.

“What?”

“Rob signed up for Fine Art society and that dude told him he should also sign up for LGBT soc because he was clearly a closet gay,” Jake burst out laughing, shaking his head.

“That does sound like Morf,” he admitted. “He’s convinced all of us are closet gays, though - he took Q to a male strip club once in their first year because he was so convinced Q was gay,” Y/N threw her head back laughing at his story.

“You definitely know some interesting people, Mr Gyllenhaal,” she teased.

“I’m not sure that ‘interesting’ quite covers Q and Morf, to be honest,” he sighed. 

“Unless interesting covers ‘catastrophe-inducing’” Anthony commented, walking over to where the two of them were talking, a sly smile on his face that Jake knew too well from nights out with him. “I’m Anthony - Anthony Bell-Claire.” 

“Y/N,” the woman nodded back to him, looking a little awkwardly between Jake and Anthony.

“I think you’d make a wonderful leading lady, may I say.”

“Oh - I’m not... I’m not signing up I was just... talking to Jake,” Y/N told him immediately and Jake smiled softly at her, catching her eye.

“Right...” Anthony’s smile got slightly more knowing and he looked between the two of them. “Gotcha,” he winked at Jake. “Hey, if you want someone to show you around the Freshers Faire then I’m sure Jake here can spare ten minutes of his time?” He offered and Jake’s eyes widened a little.

“I don’t want to inconvenience anyone,” Y/N promised with a smile, though Jake could have sworn he could see her face lift a little in hope.

“Not at all - I can handle the stall for a little bit,” Anthony promised. 

///

“You look really pretty tonight!” Jake was shouting to be heard above the music as he danced with Y/N, whose smile widened at the compliment, though her eyes were hazy from the amount of alcohol she had already consumed at the party that night. “You look really pretty every night, though!” He added and he could see Y/N’s mouth open in laughter.

He wasn’t sure if the slight blush on her cheeks was as a result of his compliment or from the beer pumping through her body.

“I thought I should start making an effort - I don’t want to end up in Morf’s column,” she reached up towards him so that their faces were pressed together to make sure that Jake could hear her.

He started to laugh at her, shaking his head, his heart beating fast at the close proximity between them.

“You never look anything short of perfect - even Morf could never find anything bad to say about you!” He swore.

Y/N pulled back from him, biting her lip.

“How are you still single?” She questioned. “There’s got to be something wrong with you!” She insisted.

“No - I’m completely perfect so girls are just too intimidated by me to want to stay with me!” Jake insisted, leaning down to repeat himself to her when she looked at him in confusion.

“I’m starting to think that’s true, you know,” she retorted.

The song ended and a slower one began. Just as Y/N was about to move away from the dance floor to find herself another drink, Jake tugged on her wrist to make her turn back towards him.

“One more dance?” He requested hopefully.

“I was hoping you’d ask.”

///

No sight had ever been quite so beautiful to Jake.

He couldn’t even pay attention to the pain throbbing through his head as he looked at the woman sleeping on his chest, curled up into him, completely bare.

His fingers combed through her hair which was messy both from sleep and from the activities of the night before.

Sunlight was streaming through the slight crack in the curtains and Jake thought it made her look ethereal.

In a way he almost dreaded her waking up. He wanted to stay like this, with her in his arms, forever. He never wanted the night to end. 

He had to admit that there was a part of him that was afraid that she would wake up and be disgusted to find herself in his arms, to realise what she had done last night.

But then again, he was sure that there had been little signals that she liked him back.

“Jake?” The word was mumbled into his skin and Jake tensed up at it, worried by what would follow.

“Morning,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her hair, worried that it may be his only chance to do so.

“Can you do me a favour?” Y/N requested. Jake’s heart rate increased, worrying over what it may end up being.

“Anything,” he sighed.

“Close the curtain a bit more?” She mumbled. But as he tried to move away from her to close the curtain and cover up the sunlight Y/N whined, gripping onto him tighter. 

“You wanted me to go.” He pointed out.

“Didn’t realise you’d have to move to do it,” she huffed. “I’ve changed my mind - stay with me.” 

Jake’s heart soared as he heard the affection, clear as day in her voice.

“Always.”

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3rd Influx of Newbies

Welcome to day 3 of the JGCU Write Fest!!! I’m introducing here three more characters (I may add in a fourth later on in the write fest depending on how it all goes down) but for the moment I hope that you guys are happy with this!! Please remember to like, reblog, leave feedback and send in concepts and blurbs for these new characters!!

I hope you enjoy!!

“I didn’t know you were coming in today,” Y/N said, grinning at Jake as she walked up to the table he was sat at with his friends, fully dressed in her work uniform. She ducked down to kiss him.

“You were on the way,” he confessed, shrugging and pecking her lips again.

“Do the rest of us get that greeting?” Y/N looked over at Jamie, rolling her eyes at him.

“You mean you didn’t get enough action last night?” Jamie’s face dropped slightly in fear and Y/N smirked. “Mary’s my roommate you twat! She keeps asking me if I think you’re going to call her or not!” 

“You got with Chicken Run?” Morf questioned, his face twisted in mild disgust. “Oh, Darling, you really must have been desperate,” Y/N gave him an unimpressed look.

“Mary’s a lovely person, Morf, ever think that she might have a nice personality?” 

“Honey, Jamie doesn’t care about the personality you have to know that by now - as long as they’re warm and welcoming he couldn’t care less,” Morf supplied with a devious smile in Jamie’s direction as Y/N, David, Edward and Jake all showed equal looks of disgust on their face.

Quentin just sighed and looked at them.

“If you think this is bad try living with him,” Morf chuckled and slapped Quentin’s arm playfully.

“Can I have an ice tea please?” David asked, clearly desperate to change the subject.

“Course - and we’ve got those black bottom cupcakes you like as well? I can get you one on the house?”

“Can you get the rest of us food on the house?” Jamie asked.

“Only people who haven’t slept with or insulted my roommate,” she countered. Jamie pulled a face at her but before he could retaliate Edward cut him off.

“Can I have a tea please?” 

“Of course you can,” Y/N agreed, writing down the orders as the group called them out.

When she returned with the full tray, Jake stood to help her.

“Have you heard about Jerry’s housewarming party tonight?” He asked.

“His what? He’s not moved has he?”

“No - one of his roommates is getting home today.”

“So it’s not a housewarming party it’s a welcome home party?” Y/N corrected and Jake nodded.

“That’s the one.”

“I haven’t heard about it, no.”

“Well you were on the invite list so wanna come?”

“Yeah - I’ll come to yours beforehand?” She suggested and Jake kissed her gently.

“Sounds good to me.”

“I’m slightly scared of him,” Y/N said, leaning up so that she was speaking into Jake’s ear.

“Who - that Johnny dude?”

“I don’t know - they guy in the cowboy hat,” she said.

“Not talking about me are you?” Y/N turned around, her eyes lighting up at the sight of Jack and she moved out from Jake’s arm to wrap her arms around him in a hug.

“I didn’t realise you were here yet!” She exclaimed.

“Yeah, well, Ennis had to go so I came early,” he shrugged a little sadly.

“He still with Alma?” 

“He doesn’t want to hurt her,” Jack sighed.

“He shouldn’t be making you sad either, though, Jacky,” she pointed out, resting her head on his shoulder. Jack shrugged in response.

“As long as he’s happy, you know?” 

“Come on, Jack, I’ll grab you a drink.” Jake decided, a sympathetic smile on his face. Jack returned it, but it didn’t reach his eyes and was so strained it almost caused him physical pain to see.

“This is who I wanted you to meet!” A hand landed on Jake’s shoulder as he stood in the kitchen getting a beer for Jack. Jake turned around, a smile ready on his face having recognised Jerry’s voice.

“Which one are you then? Jerry seems to have made so many friends since I left!” The man was grinning, his eyes slightly dazed, clearly off his face already and it was only an hour into the evening.

“I’m Jake! You must be Jerry’s roommate!”

“Yep - one of them, at least,” the man agreed. “Scott!”

“Nice to meet you, Scott!” Jake said, nodding to him. “You want a beer?”

“Are you offering me one of my own beers?” Scott laughed.

“Those are definitely Johnny’s beers - no one else buys that brand,” Jerry pointed out, his eyes focused on the brand.

“Johnny’s the guy in the shorts and the cowboy hat, right?”

“You mean the one taking being a zoology student too far?” Scott teased, looking over at the man who was dancing in the middle of the room, trying to get everyone involved.

“That’s... exactly how I’d describe it, yeah,” Jake agreed, laughing. “Where have you been at anyway, man?” 

“Climbing some mountains, man!” 

“Who’s Lou with? Has he... made a friend? Outside of us?” Donnie asked his friends as they walked into the cafe they were getting lunch at. 

“You know he’s actually quite good at talking to people, right?” Jack questioned, his eyebrow slightly raised as he looked to him.

“Is he, though?” Donnie responded, uncertainty evident on his face.

“Stop being a dick,” Robert scolded cheerfully before bounding over to where Louis was sat with his new friend, Jack close behind. 

Donnie looked at Y/N.

“You’re on my side, right?” 

“Oh yeah - Lou’s way too intense to be that quick at making friends,” she agreed, laughing and walking over.

Y/N slid into the seat beside Jack at the table, who had sat down next to Louis and she took in the sight of the new person she had yet to meet. He had a warm smile which he greeted the newcomers with.

“Hi! I’m Howard!” He beamed, holding out his hand to them. Donnie and Y/N exchanged amused looks over the table at the idea of what kind of conversation Howard and Louis must have been having - their contrasting personalities evident to all of them.

“Nice to meet you, Howard,” Y/N responded, being the first to take his hand.

“How do... how do you guys know each other?”

“Howard and I are good friends - he sits with me during lectures.”

“Oh - you’re a law student too?” Robert asked in interest and Howard nodded, Y/N noted how wide and open his smile was, giving the young man an air of innocence about him.

“Yeah - Lou saves me a seat every lecture.”

“Wow - that must be fun for you,” Donnie said, unenthusiastically. Under the table Y/N lent over to pinch his knee, watching in satisfaction as Donnie yelped in pain, glaring at her.

Robert and Y/N shared a knowing look across the table.

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I'd like to request a blurb about Ryan, from that anon ask where only Ryan thinks Jake and all of his friends look identical. And then Rory, David's friend shows up.

Sure thing lovely

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“You’ve got to be joking!” Ryan laughed as him Jake and Y/N climbed the stairs to Jake’s apartment, Jake and Y/N hand-in-hand.

“No, Ry, you’re making literally no sense,” Y/N argued, exchanging an amused look with Jake.

“No, it’s you two that aren’t talking sense,” Ryan scoffed. “You’re seriously telling me that you don’t see how similar Jake here looks to pretty much all of his friends?” 

“Ryan you’re chatting shit,” Jake rolled his eyes.

“You’ve got to be kidding!” Ryan laughed in utter amazement.

“Which friends are you talking about? Because I guess I can see him and Seb looking kind of similar?” Y/N offered unsurely.

“Well yeah, sure, Seb too. But I was referring to the people who are his exact twin,” Ryan responded as they began to walk down the hallway to Jake’s apartment.

“Who the fuck are you talking about?” Jake asked. “And I don’t look like Seb,” he added, side-eyeing Y/N.

“Babe, it’s a compliment,” she tried to assure him and Jake opened his mouth to argue with her but Ryan cut him off.

“Well I mean David, for one-”

“Which David?”

“Both!” Ryan inputted.

“But Loki and Dave look completely different?” Y/N questioned, wrinkling her nose.

“Okay now you’re taking the piss,” Ryan said, shaking his head.

Jake put his keys in the lock and turned it, rolling his eyes at his friend.

“This is the weirdest thing you’ve ever told me, Ryan, and you’ve told me some weird shit,” Jake informed him, pushing the door open and tossing his keys onto the table.

“What’s Ryan saying?” David asked, walking through the hallway into the living room.

“That we look similar.”

“You and Ryan?”

“No - me and you. And Loki for that matter,” Jake explained. David turned around and frowned at Ryan.

“Are you mad? We look completely different - Rory’s over by the way,” David added, moving properly into the living room.

“Oh I love Rory!” Y/N beamed, tugging on Jake’s hand, who laughed and followed her into the living room. “I didn’t realise you were back!” She told him, hugging the engineering student.

“How’ve you been?” Rory asked, smiling at his friend.

“Holy shit!” Jake exclaimed, his eyes wide.

“What?” Rory asked, raising his eyebrows.

“You and - you and Ryan! You’re literally fucking identical!” David’s eyes widened as he looked between Ryan and Rory.

“Fuck, you’re right!”

Rory and Ryan looked at each other, amusement written over their faces.

“You better be fucking joking.”

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The Mortin Fanfic Trope Extravaganza

You guys asked for it! This alongside Items In A Shoebox was probably the most requested piece for the Write Fest so I hope you enjoy! Please remember to leave me some semblance of feedback on this like I’m literally so close to physically begging you guys but I really hope you enjoy what is essentially me having a breakdown and writing every fanfic trope you’d see in a slow burn fic in one :) also this kinda starts where the blurb about Matt mistaking them for a couple ends so I’ll link to that here in case any of you are confused:

Someone thinks Morf and Quentin are a couple

“I mean, can you believe the amount of shit he was talking?” Quentin asked. He was sat on the counter in their kitchen, his legs swinging slightly back and forth as he ate from a packet of cookies he had found stashed in the communal cupboard of his apartment with Morf.

“I think you’re overreacting, Honey,” Morf said, looking over at his roommate, unimpressed. Quentin’s eyes widened and he pointed at him with his half eaten cookie.

“You see! That’s half the fucking problem! You need to not call me that!”

“What? ‘Honey’?” Morf asked, turning back to the stove. “Also, Darling, you need to stop eating that crap or you won’t eat dinner.” He added, gently scolding his best friend. Quentin stared at the back of his friends head for a moment before stuffing a whole cookie into his mouth.

“I’m a whole-ass grown man fuck you.” Morf looked back over at Quentin, mild disgust on his face.

“Yes... I do see what you meant about Matt talking crap. You’re disgusting, Honey, I would never date you,” Quentin scrunched up his face at Morf.

“I’m a delight,” he argued.

“Have you been talking to your mother again, Darling?” Morf countered, taking the pan off the heat. “Can you get the bowls for me?” He requested.

“If you insist,” Quentin sighed with forced annoyance in his voice, pushing himself off the counter and grabbing the bowls.

Morf glanced up at the kitchen clock.

“Be quick or we’ll miss Bake Off!” He reminded Quentin.

“I got it, Morf, just chill,” Quentin chuckled, bringing the empty bowls over.

Morf tipped the pasta evenly between the two bowls and set the pan in the sink, taking one bowl from Quentin and the two of them headed into their living room.

“Thanks for cooking, by the way,” Quentin spoke as he switched on the TV and turned it onto Channel Four.

“Well, Darling, someone has to make sure you actually eat,” Morf pointed out with raised eyebrows in Quentin’s direction.

“I eat!” He protested.

“You photosynthesise at best,” Morf scoffed, settling back into the sofa, his eyes trained on the TV, waiting for Bake Off to start.

“What?”

“At least I assume that’s why you’re wearing that hideous shade of green.” A smirk grew on Morf’s face as he heard Quentin laugh and he allowed himself to look over at his roommate again, taking in the hoodie that adorned Quentin’s upper half.

He was right - it was a disgusting shade of green.

“Literally just shut the fuck up - Bake Off’s starting and I don’t want to hear your bullshit when I could be listening to Henry,” Quentin scoffed, turning up the volume as Bake Off started.

Morf’s smirk softened into a smile as he looked at his best friend and he shook his head just to himself, adjusting his glasses on his face and looking back to the show, settling in to watch it.

It was at the second ad break that Quentin stood from his armchair and stretched, walking over to Morf to take his dirty bowl as well.

“You look cold - you okay, man?”

“Boiler’s bust remember?” Morf pointed out, relinquishing his hold on his bowl.

Quentin nodded and walked into the kitchen and Morf heard the tap turn on, presumably as Quentin washed up their dirty dishes.

That was how it tended to work now - while at the start of them living together they had lived rather separate lives in that they would make their own food (though eat it together) and wash up their own dishes and cleaning, now they lived much more in sync with each other. Often it would result in one of them making food for the both of them and then the other would have to clean up after. 

It was why having a communal cupboard in their kitchen for necessities was so useful.

“Q! It’s starting again!” Morf called. When Quentin walked back into the living room he had taken off the green jumper that Morf hated oh-so-much. Morf smirked at the fabric in Quentin’s hands. “You’ve seen reason?”

“I thought you might want to wear it - maybe you find it the worst jumper in the world but it’s fucking warm, dude,” Quentin suggested, flopping back down onto the armchair.

Morf stared at him for a moment, a warm, soft smile on his face.

“It’s things like this that make Matt think we’re dating.”

///

“Are you alright, Honey? You seemed distracted when we were out,” Morf asked, closing the door to their apartment behind them as they entered and following Quentin into the living room where he collapsed on the sofa, his face in his hands.

“Fine,” he grunted.

“Quentin,” Morf sighed, placing his hands on his hips and staring at his friend, stood in front of him. Quentin lifted his head and raised his eyebrows at Morf.

“Yeah?”

“What’s wrong?”

“I just told you it’s nothing,” Quentin’s voice was shaking when he was saying it though and Morf shook his head.

“Come here, Honey,” he said, closing the gap between them and sitting on the sofa next to him, bringing Quentin in for a hug. “It’s alright,” he promised as Quentin began to cry quietly into his neck. “I promise you, it’s all okay.”

“You don’t even know what’s wrong,” Quentin pointed out.

“Can’t you just let me comfort you?” Morf scolded and Quentin laughed, pulling away from him and wiping his eyes fiercely with his fingers.

“Sorry.”

“I’ve seen you in much worse states,” Morf assured him grimly. “I mean watching Me Before You with you was embarrassing for both of us.”

“Those two deserved the world!” Quentin snapped, giving Morf a warning look.

The artist raised his hands as if in surrender, but both of them were smiling.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on?” 

Quentin let out a long sigh, falling back on the sofa.

“You remember Angelina?” He asked, rolling his head so that he was looking at Morf.

“How could I forget her - she was all you’d talk about the entire of First Year,” Morf chuckled but there was a bitterness in his laugh that came from knowing what Angelina did to Quentin.

“She texted me,” he admitted. “Just before we went out to meet with the others.”

“Oh... Q...” Morf’s expression turned more sympathetic. 

“She’s coming to town for a couple of days and she wants to meet to talk things though,” Quentin relayed, his voice thick and Morf worried that he was going to break down again.

“You don’t have to,” Morf promised him gently and Quentin shrugged a little helplessly.

“I never could say no to her,” he whispered. “But... you know what’s so bad?”

“What?” 

“So much of me want to completely ruin her - I don’t want her to know that she managed to fuck me up so bad that I’ve been unable to have a steady relationship since her, you know? I want her to think that I was fine after she broke up with me and basically shattered my heart. I don’t want her to know how pathetic I was after we broke up - I don’t want her to know that she had that power over me, you know?” Morf nodded understandingly, remembering well what kind of a mess Quentin had been in after he had found out about Angelina.

“When’s she coming to town?” He asked.

“Next weekend,” Quentin supplied. 

“Okay... I can make that work,” Morf agreed. 

“Make what work?”

“I’ll move some of my... other commitments around and I’ll make sure I’m free next weekend to be your fake boyfriend,” Morf shrugged.

“I’m sorry - my what?”

“Your fake boyfriend - nothing’s going to piss her off more than the belief that she was such a shit girlfriend that she turned you gay, Honey,” Morf stated incredibly matter-of-factly. Quentin’s lips curved into an uncertain smile.

“You’d do that for me?”

“Yeah - but only if you do something for me.”

“Sure.”

“Come to this exhibition with me in two weeks - I got two tickets thinking either Robert or Donnie would come but they’re both busy. I’ve got a hotel booked but I can’t deal with looking that pathetic, turning up to an exhibition alone.” Morf bargained.

“You’ve got yourself a deal,” Quentin shrugged, fully in the knowledge that he would have agreed to going to the exhibition with Morf completely regardless.

“That wasn’t all, Honey,” Morf told him. “I will also need you to give me permission to do a whole new make over of your closet. As much as your... unique style is growing on me-” Quentin burst out laughing, pushing Morf’s arm and bringing a smile to the artists face as well. “I think we can improve it and Angelina will rue the day she even thought of coming back into your life.”

Morf hated how his heart flipped in his stomach seeing Quentin’s wide grin, knowing that he had been the one that put it there.

///

“Well... this is... unexpected.” 

Quentin burst out laughing at Morf’s words as the two of them stood in front of the bed in the hotel room.

“You know if you wanted to get me in bed you could have just asked,” Quentin said, winking at Morf, who rolled his eyes.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Honey, there’s clearly been a mistake somewhere,” his heart thumped heavily in his chest.

“That’s what they all say,” Quentin announced, jumping onto the bed and lying back. 

“Very gentlemanly of you to just take the bed like that,” Morf sniped and Quentin rolled his eyes.

“Get over yourself, Vandewalt, we’re both adults and perfectly capable of sharing the bed,” Quentin said. “Plus, I’ve shared a wall with you for approaching two years and have shared a room with you before so it’s not even like your snoring will keep me up anymore,” he added.

“Fuck you, Beck, I don’t snore,” Morf declared.

“No you’re right - it’s more extreme than snoring when it causes mini earthquakes,” Morf grabbed a pillow and hit Quentin over the head with it.

“I shouldn’t have invited you!”

“Would you rather be sharing a bed with either Robert or Donnie - Donnie sleepwalks you know? And I’ve heard Robert’s a starfish,” Morf shot his best friend an incredulous look.

“Where the fuck did you hear that?” 

“I have my sources,” Quentin shrugged nonchalantly. “Just admit it, dude, I’m the best person you could have end up unexpectedly sharing a bed with.”

“Jake?” Morf suggested, moving so that he was sat leaning against the headboard of the hotel bed, shoulder-to-shoulder with Quentin.

“I don’t even want to think about the kind of dreams he’d be having because of separation with Y/N.”

“Jack?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he snores worse than you.”

“Edward?”

“He kicks in his sleep.”

“You know too much about the sleep habbits of our friends,” Morf deadpanned.

“I like to prepare myself should a situation like this arise,” Quentin shrugged.

“You’re so weird.”

“You’re the one who agreed to keep living with me after first year so who’s the real loser here?”

///

“You look suitably depressed - degree hitting you hard?” Matt asked, leaning on the bar in front of Quentin, who raised his head and offered an exhausted, strained smile.

“Something like that,” he agreed, sighing heavily.

“I’ve never seen you look so sad, man, what’s going on?” Matt laughed. Quentin shrugged in reply. “Come on, dude, I’m a bar-tender, that basically means I get a psychology degree from the amount of people’s problems I listen to,” Quentin breathed a laugh.

“It’s nothing, man,” Quentin shrugged. “Just... some guy.”

“I thought you were straight? Morf’s going to be thrilled,” Matt teased. Quentin’s gaze dropped back down to his glass, the smile falling from his face. “Oh...” Matt realised. “I thought you thought you were too good for him?” He asked, trying to make light of the conversation.

“Yeah, I thought I did too.”

“You doing okay?”

“Well considering I’m having a sexuality crisis at the age of twenty at a point where I’m supposed to be revising to try and get my degree in engineering only to realise that the guy I’ve been best friends and roommates with for the past two and a bit years I actually happen to like quite a bit more than I previously thought I did and in a much different way - I’d say the fact I haven’t actually ended my life means I’m doing pretty good for myself,” Quentin agreed, forcing a bitter smile to his face.

“What are you drinking?” Matt asked, looking suspiciously at the glass in Quentin’s hands.

“What do I do, Matt?” Quentin groaned.

“What brought all of this on?”

“We’ve been... I dunno, since the start of this year I guess we’ve kinda been... flirting on and off together and then we shared a bed at this hotel we were staying in a couple of weeks ago and we got... it was a bit weird after that, like something had definitely changed and then at... at Scott’s welcome home party we kinda... Morf got really drunk and he... you know... he kissed me and....” Quentin sighed and shook his head. “And I guess that’s that.”

“He kissed you just then?”

“And a little the day after.”

“When he was no longer drunk?”

“When he was no longer drunk,” Quentin confirmed.

“It sounds like... sounds like everything’s kinda working out in your favour there, Q,” Matt admitted.

“I thought so too! But he’s over there flirting with some random dude and I don’t know anymore, Matt,” Quentin huffed, jerking his thumb over his shoulder where Morf was chatting up a blond haired man.

“So your jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Please - if you were a dog you would have already gone over and peed all over Morf.” 

Quentin blinked at Matt for a moment in silence.

“I... I think I’m done with this conversation,” Quentin decided. “I’ve got... other friends I can talk to.”

“Hey, Q?” Quentin paused, turning back to face the bar. There was sincerity in the bartender’s eyes that Quentin had never really seen before. “You need to talk to him - sort yourselves out.”

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Blurb where the whole squad is hanging out studying and doing homework and someone (whoever has the least amount of work) asks why everyone's having a midlife crisis at 19

Sure

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“Literally what the fuck are we doing?” Donnie finally burst out, throwing his book across the table. It slid across the wood to push on the pages of David’s notebook which was open in front of the medic.

David slowly raised his head, an unimpressed expression on his face as he stared at the first year.

“Do you mind?” He asked and Donnie rolled his eyes.

“You’re meant to be the nice one,” Donnie huffed and David shoved Donnie’s text off of his books, ducking back down to study.

“Talk to me exam season next year and we’ll see how nice you are,” David muttered darkly, his pen going back to it’s position in his mouth as he focused back on his notes.

“Wait a second, why’s David the nice one?” Jake called from the living room, where he and Jack were sprawled on the floor revising Philosophy, with the Engineers on the sofas around them each absorbed with their own revision.

“Babe, have you met David?” Y/N countered from where she was stood in the kitchen, mixing bowl in hand, answering questions thrown out to her by Loki as he sat on the counter helping her revise.

“As flattered as I am I’d really appreciate you all shutting up,” David announced.

It wasn’t often that David lost his cool or spoke in a tone that was anything other than gentle so his annoyed outburst came as a slight shock to the rest of the group of friends.

“Doesn’t sound very nice to me,” Quentin mused.

“Donnie, pick up your book and revise,” Edward chided gently and Donnie flipped him off but lent across the kitchen table to pick it back up nonetheless.

“How do you think Davis’ exam’s going?” Jeff asked, looking up from his history flashcards towards Anthony who was seated at the breakfast bar, a play held loosely in his hands.

Anthony shrugged in a way that would have come across nonchalant to any other group of people but as close as the group of friends were, they could all see right through him.

“Billy’ll make sure he’s okay,” he responded almost carelessly but everyone could hear the underlying concern in his face.

It wasn’t a secret that Davis had been visited by Norbert again. 

Norbert being the name given to his depression by him and his friends as a way to normalise it and make it something that he wasn’t scared of. It also allowed the group to refer to it in public without everyone knowing about what was going on in Davis’ head.

“He’ll be fine,” Jerry spoke up from the living room. “He’s prepared for it, trust me,” he added when the men in the same room as him paused to look at him in confusion.

“Guys, we’re literally not even real adults yet,” Donnie whined. 

“Speak for yourself,” Morf mused as he tested Louis’ knowledge.

“I personally view myself as being a fully functioning, mature, active adult,” Louis added.

“No, Lou, you’re the fucking opposite of functioning,” Tommy inputted, shooting the first year a look. 

“What’s your point, Don?” Jamie sighed, sharing a look with David, the two medics clearly beyond exhausted.

“We shouldn’t be this stressed about school,” Donnie huffed, leaning back on his chair.

“A nice and unrealistic sentiment, thanks Donnie,” Jack responded from the living room.

“Speak for yourself, anyway. I’m not stressed about school, I've got to get a job after this year,” Jerry added.

“I mean, Rob hasn’t even left the art department this week,” Donnie muttered.

“Is that what this is really about?” Colton piped up. “You miss your boyfriend?”

“You guys are all so fucking annoying.”

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Sleepover!!

So as I think a lot of you know the last couple of weeks/months has been... rough for me to say the least haha

Today I’m feeling particularly down and so thought it would be a good idea to return to the JGCU!! As was pointed out to me on here yesterday I’ve been incredibly inactive not only on this blog but across all of my blogs and so I proposed the idea of doing a sleepover

I’m feeling sorry for myself basically and want to return to the safety and comfort of the JGCU for a lil while

So yeah! This will be happening just like any sleepover I’ve done in the past on here:

Ask me questions about myself if you so wish

Send me concepts (preferably soft ones for rn but I also enjoy angst so they could be fun too)

I’m up for writing some headcannons - maybe even a couple of blurbs but we’ll see how it goes with that haha

Ask me some questions about the JGCU!! Is there anything confusing you about the system?? Something I haven’t made clear enough in the writing?? Let me know and I’ll be happy to inform you! I love talking about the JGCU so please ask any questions you want!!

Who do you want to see entering next, if anyone?? 

Basically come and talk to me about the JGCU bc I kinda need it rn

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So any of you who follow either or both of my other blogs are probs already aware but I’m going away for the weekend and so am doing sleepovers on those blogs!!

That ofc stands on this blog as well if y’all want but I thought that on here it would serve as a good chance to get cooking on some more JGCU Concepts!!

So send me concepts, any questions you have about the story so far, any possible entries, what you want to see more of and also send me headcannons bc I can write them from my phone easily!!

To give y’all some ideas if you need them I want to expand more on a couple of things:

- the House Rules

- Morf and Q’s entire friendship tbh

- Davis, Billy, Anthony and “Norbert”

- Donnie and Loki’s workout sessions (there’s a concept on here lads and it’s SO FUCKING GOOD that you all need to check it out that a nonny sent in for me)

But yeah there are just some ideas but come talk to me more about the JGCU and just talk to me in general WHOO I love you all

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Guess who’s back on the road for another six hours?!?!

Yeah, spoiler alert, it’s me

So send in some more cuteass headcannons and concepts and questions for/about the JGCU for me to answer/write while I’m on the road whooo

Thanks dudes I love you all

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Who would be Quentin's ride or die?? Like we all know he holds one hell of a grudge, which of the others would be down to help him get revenge or hide a body if necessary?? Quentin needs more love and attention in the jgcu

I mean it’s gotta be Morf those dudes are such fucking messes and I live for their friendship tbh and we need more Morf and Q content in the JGCU whooooo

AND YOU KNOW WHO ELSE NEEDS MORE LOVE?? JACK. YOU KNOW WHO ELSE NEEDS MORE ATTENTION? DAVIS. YOU KNOW WHO ELSE NEEDS BOTH? TOMMY AND JEFF

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So sometimes if you come in with enough AP credits as a freshman you get put in upper years’ classes. Consider: Lou and Loki are in a class together, the professor doesn’t notice Loki’s dislike for him, and they get paired up on a project of some sort.

Ahh I don’t understand American unis 😂 this is a funny idea tho but I was also thinking about how in some unis sometimes freshers get paired with a “mentor” or “older sibling” from their course in like the year above or smth and I thought it would be funny for Lou and Loki to get paired for that and being forced to spend time together bc of it 😂

Come talk to me!!

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I like to think that Lou craves friendship and no one notices except for Donnie so the two have a lot of moments where they just study in relative silence closely together (initiated by Donnie) and by the end of them Lou’s always got this teeny tiny smile bc that counts as bonding in his head 🤷‍♀️

Yeah that’s a fucking soft idea tbh and I’m here for it. I dunno I think even Lou’s unaware how much he needs friendship and affection to a certain extent but when Donnie kinda notices he’ll never mention it he’ll just make sure to give it to him and yeah okay you’re so right holy shit I’m so soft

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consider: morf comes across some art that gives him nightmares (like a more toned down version of velvet buzzsaw ,,) and he’s just struggling a bit, Q notices his odd behaviour and just sends the babie ferret in and works behind the scenes to help morf calm down bc he knows morf can handle himself and won’t want someone fussing too much over him (even though if beck or anyone else feels down morf would so fuss over them, ‘do you want to come to Pilates with me? Or yoga???’)

Okay but yeah if this happened Q would 100% be so lowkey protective and worried about Morf and want to just make sure he’s o k a y because fuck he’s not 😂 but Morf would just invite all of his friends everywhere if he thought they were sad bc he’s lowkey the softest bean

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Ok so I love Morf and Quentin’s friendship. Consider: junior year is usually the hardest year conceptually for engineering. Quentin is stressed and hardly in their apartment bc of work/group meetings/etc and Morf finally has enough of him being stressed and drags him along to some art installation that has a party involved and Quentin has a surprisingly good time.

Okay but you guys don’t understand how much i justvlove morf and q like they have the best friendship that’s so full of shits and giggles but I think that we also forget that these two have one of the SOFTEST FRIENDSHIPS and they just love each other a lot and this is 3000% something that Morf would do for Q

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Can you do some headcanons about how Q and Morf became friends please??

Sure thing broseph plz ignore any typos whooo and if there are any inconsistencies then lmk bc I don’t have my JGCU/blurbs/blog folder with me so...

But so like they met bc they roomed together when they were freshers right?

But they like solidly didn’t like each other for the first half of term

Something about a small fire Q accidentally started on one of their first nights that happened to be on Morfs side of the room

The thing is, and I’m not sure I mentioned this before other than maybe vaguely on the cheat sheet but Q had a G I R L F R I E N D

ye that’s right, our lil nerd boy had a long term girlfriend before he came to uni

Long story short she cheated on him, broke his heart and left him in the mud

And that’s how Q and Morf actually became friends

Morf got sick of Q moping and took him to a gay club

So maybe he didn’t realise Q was straight it’s an easy mistake to make plus Morf wanted to go to a gay club sue him

They wind up getting fucking hammered and going to a karaoke bar after and sing a b e a u t i f u l rendition of Don’t Go Breaking My Heart (Elton John)

Ofc Q sings the woman’s part bc he has a strangely good high pitched singing voice anyway story for another time

And yeah they BOND as ROOMMATES and actually become friends after that

Like

They don’t hate each other anymore

And the next time Q starts a fire in their dorm Morf saw the funny side of it and the time after that it was actually Morfs fault

And that’s what we call GROWTH

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