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synopsis: lloyd helps her relax after another long day at UCLA

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You sighed loudly as you dropped your JanSport backpack into the corner of the main room. Another long, excruciating day at UCLA had finally come to an end.

As a MIMG major—short for microbiology, immunology, and molecular genetics—your days were consumed by studying, homework, and endless lab notes. The program was as intense as its name suggested, leaving you little time for yourself. On top of school, you also had work to juggle, along with your boyfriend, Lloyd. Unlike your packed schedule, he seemed to have plenty of free time, most of which he spent with his rowdy friends, Ferris and Malcolm along with several others. They were members of the Crenshaw Mafia, also known as the Bloods, a fact you weren’t exactly thrilled about. But since they were Lloyd’s friends—and Ferris was dating your best friend, Mya—you tolerated their chaotic presence.

With a wince, you placed a hand on your aching lower back. Hours of lectures, studying in the library, and tackling a grueling 100-question exam had taken their toll. These professors were relentless.

Slumping onto the couch, you let out another deep sigh. Being a science major was no easy feat. Sure, you were naturally smart—your near-constant A+ grades proved that—but even you had your limits.

“Just two more months, and I’ll finally have time for myself,” you thought, clinging to the small sliver of relief the idea brought.

As you tried to ease the tension in your back, the sound of the door opening caught your attention. Turning your head, you saw Lloyd stepping inside.

“Hey, Lloyd,” you said, a tired but genuine smile forming on your lips. He was the one person you’d been looking forward to seeing all day.

“Hi, baby. How was school?” Lloyd asked as he sat next to you.

“Same old. I just finished my genetics exam… 100 questions,” you said, your last words laced with exaggerated despair for dramatic effect.

“I’m sure you did great, smarty-pants,” Lloyd teased, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“Only for us. Sooner or later, we’ll have a good life.”

That thought kept you going. After graduation, you planned to land a job that would provide enough financial stability to leave South Central behind—the place where gunfire and fights were just another part of the background noise. You had grown up fearing the inevitable, knowing that one day, the violence might hit too close to home. You hated it.

But more than anything, you loved Lloyd. With every fiber of your being, you wanted to pull him out of the danger zone, to build a future together far from all of this. You wanted to marry him, to raise a family in a place where safety wasn’t a luxury. You had that conversation once before, and he agreed.

Someday, it wouldn’t just be a dream.

You winced as your body tensed—too many hours of academic dedication had left you physically drained.

“You okay?” Lloyd’s voice was laced with concern.

You nodded, still rubbing at your aching muscles.

“My lower back hurts so bad.”

“Well, lay down,” he said. “I can make the pain go away.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “Thank you, baby.”

You lay on your stomach as Lloyd pressed his hands into your sore muscles. His technique was far from professional, but you appreciated the effort nonetheless.

Closing your eyes, you let yourself drift away from the stress of the day, allowing a sense of accomplishment to take its place. You had powered through a grueling exam, finished a few assignments, and were now inching closer to summer—three months of work and well-earned fun.

Resting your head on your crossed arms, you felt the tension slowly melt away. Being an honors student was no easy feat, but deep down, you knew it would all pay off. The job offers would come naturally.

Before you knew it, everything would fall into place.

Despite his lack of skill, the warmth of his touch was enough to lull you to sleep. Noticing your breathing slow, Lloyd reached for the throw blanket draped over the couch arm and gently wrapped it around you.

It’s moments like these that make all the hard work worthwhile. Before long, you’ll have even more time for tender moments like this—without the weight of exams and deadlines hanging over you.

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advanced microbiology (nicknamed ad-micro by this term's course of victims students) was notorious for being the most difficult biological science course available to undergrads.

overall, the class sucked. the professor was a well-known hardass who assigned far too many lab projects, and seemingly took pleasure in giving bad grades.

yet, there was one aspect of ad-micro that really wasn't so bad... shockingly, it's the labs that you find that yourself enjoying, though it's not because of the lessons or the projects you spent hours doing research on.

it's that damn TA. with her high cheekbones, her smug look, and her tendency to rest her hand on you when she comes to answer your questions... she drives you even more crazy than the piles of homework that you have to juggle.

she knows exactly how to disarm you. as soon as you walk into the room, her eyes are on you. you feel her watching you whether she's across the room or right beside you. either way she manages to take your breath away. is it your imagination, or is she undressing you with her eyes from across the room?

one day, you ask her to help you adjust the setting on your microscope, and she places her hand on your lower back as she fine-tunes the magnification on the scope. you fight down a squeal as the tips of her fingers slip underneath the waistline of your shorts.

in class when you see her, she's nothing but cool and composed. she winks at you from where she sits slumped down in the front row with her legs spread obscenely. yet when she's called upon, she's totally engaged.

she knows the class material and the lab activities inside and out, better than even the professor it seems. she's the one who writes the study guides, and is known to stay late sometimes to help your struggling classmates study.. compared to the other ad-micro TAs, she's both entirely unapproachable and simultaneously the easiest one to talk to.

in the labs, she's a rock star. she's the only TA who consistently shows up to every single lab and class - she has to work hard to distinguish herself and to keep up her image.

and work hard she does. does she even sleep? if the dark circles under her eyes are any indication, she skips out on that. when she isn't in the ad-micro lab you see her hanging around on the outskirts of campus with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth as she talks to her friends in graduate school.

you're caught off-guard when she asks if you want to get coffee with her after the ad-micro lecture one Monday morning. soon enough, it becomes a weekly thing. she's kinder than you realized she could be when she offers you her notes from when she took the class back when she was in your year.

when she invites you over to her place, you learn that she has a really nice off-campus apartment in an expensive part of town. she picks you up in a car that easily costs a years worth of your tuition.

it shouldn't surprise you. she looks like she comes from money, but she doesn't flaunt it. you notice that she wears designer brand clothing, but you only catch glimpses of the labels as the garments come off. once the clothes are strewn on the floor, you don't much care about them anymore.

while you're at a party, a frat boy makes the mistake of flirting with you in front of Yelena. she literally steps between him and you and stares him down until he slinks away. she immediately shotguns two cans of beer without flinching, just to assert her dominance.

not like anybody would dare fuck with her to begin with.

later, she plucks a joint directly from somebody else's lips as she walks past. she cups your chin to blow the smoke into your mouth, then kisses you deeply in front of everyone. her hands wander and you can't resist the urge to yank her closer by the collar.

at some point, she pulls you up onto her lap. it doesn't seem like an accident when her knee wedges between your legs to press right up against you. it makes you squeal, but if anything, you grind down into her touch.

you've never seen somebody so academically successful, or all around privileged, have such a casual disregard for breaking the rules. nobody dares to argue with her, and you feel invincible when you're on her arm.

one day, after all of the other students have cleared out of the lab, she closes the door before you can leave. she braces her arm up against the wall and stands in the way of the exit.

"going so soon?" she asks, sticking her bottom lip out in a pout. "i wanted to talk to you about... something else."

you decide to stick around. what starts out with your notes spread across a lab table with Yelena adding annotations, ends with your panties around your ankles and her fingers buried two-and-a-half knuckles deep inside of you.

she makes you cum so hard that your vision goes white. it leaves you burning red and embarrassed when she licks you off of her fingers, but it sends a thrill down your spine that makes you desperately want to come back for more.

most of the time, she fucks you in the lab. it seems like she's partial to having you splayed out on the lab tables themselves. sometimes with the way she takes several long moments to drink in the sight of your body, it makes you feel like you're a specimen she's studying.

you lock the door behind you at first. later on, Yelena takes to undoing it, just to get a kick out of you. she'll grab you by the hair to make sure you're looking at the door, whispering taunts in your ear about how humiliating it would be for somebody to see you in such an undignified way. asking you what you were so worried about when she's doing such a good job taking care of you.

you're so into it. would it really be so bad for somebody to see how completely you belonged to her? for somebody to walk in and know that somebody as imposing as Yelena had eyes (and lips... and tongue...) for you? certainly not. hell, your classmates would be so jealous.

Yelena gets you off more than once, more often than not. after what feels like an eternity of shaking legs and bucking hips, she kisses your thighs and pats the side of your hip.

after she cleans you up, she takes you back to her apartment. she leaves the windows down and lights a cigarette, and the feeling of the night air blowing through your hair is unparalleled. you can feel the buzzing of neon signs in your veins, and your heartbeat echoes to the bass thrumming in the car.

she holds your hand, and once again you feel like you can do anything. at the very least, you're going to get a hell of a good grade in ad-micro...

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okok so I was struck by the lightning idea bolt or whatever you want to call it and I have to share it with someone because I my hands refuse to draw it or continue the story. also this turned out way longer than expected so... enjoy??

we start with this business guy and he's all serious and he made the "world's funniest movie" a few years back and everyone still knows him for it. two days ago, this new random kid decided to make a short film on youtube and it goes absolutely VIRAL. the kid is an overnight sensation and their short film is dubbed the "world's funniest movie". now, the business guy, the one with the previous funniest movie, will not stand for this.

he emails the kid like "yo wanna intern for me, heard you're good at funny things" and the kid just replies "nah, thanks tho. i'm kinda finishing college rn and don't have time for that." the kid's majoring in psychology or something and just made the film on the side for fun. business guy can't stand this kid one bit so he emails back with "ok im coming to your college and imma interview you, sound good?" college kids like "ok! cool!!" this is college kids first time meeting a 'celebrity' and they're very excited.

business guy shows up and is all serious still and the kid just kinda floats through the campus, everybody knows them and they're some sort of almost celebrity but nobody knows business guy. business guy reads this as the kid stealing his thunder but really the kid just helps everyone with their homework or gives them therapy or something.

at this point, business guy hasn't watched the short film yet, he's just mad that this kid stole his title, so when the kid asks what he thought of the film he straight up lies. his lies get to the point where he's just making up this wild story but he's somehow guessing the plot all right. it gets to interview time and the questions start off basic like "what are you studying?" and "where are you from?" but they start to get more and more unhinged as the interview goes on as business guy starts to find something, anything that this kid has done wrong.

after a while, business guy just storms out of the room altogether and sits on a bench outside and thinks about his life. has some introspective thinking like "woah maybe now i'll go be a circus performer or go spend the rest of my life in a retirement home im so old ive wasted my life blah blah blah" eventually the kid comes out and the guy is still on the bench. the kid starts psych-majoring the crap out of this man.

"you're literally 37 years old, my grandpa's 87 right now and refuses to go into a retirement home. why are you so upset that i made a funnier film than you did? shouldn't this be a learning experience for you? why'd you come all the way out here to see a random college kid? it's not like i'm a celebrity or a well-known name like you. you've been in the industry for years, you were my inspiration for this whole thing."

that's when business guy kinda has a returning-to-life moment and idk maybe the movie's been in a greyish tint or monochromatic this whole time and just then the kid shows up in different colors. "i... inspired someone?". psych major kid is like 'ur so dumb' and starts listing mr. man's achievements and movies and all that jazz, a few kids nearby start whispering about business guy and then they show up in color too. business guy is as surprised about the color showing up as the viewers are, but none of the other characters notice it.

psych major kid takes business guy on a tour of sorts around the campus, but he doesn't point out the buildings, he points out the people. "that's riley. his parent's weren't good to him at home when he came out, so he spends his breaks here and we make sure there are plenty of people he knows that stick around for every part of the breaks so he's not alone." "see her over there? that's jess. they're majoring in microbiology for the money and she's not very good with people, but they're wicked on the guitar. one time i even got her to play in the talent show and she decided to write an album. it's not big, but their fanbase is growing and it's good to see her happy." "beatrice and tj. one's the school's newspaper editor in chief and the other is a conspiracy theorist. they got into a fight one time and have somehow been best friends since. they have a joint blog somewhere, it moves urls monthly, that they write face-offs on. tj writes about how no, the birds are not spying on us, while beatrice will bring up all of this evidence that makes you wonder if birds really are real."

with each story, more and more color returns to the business guy's vision and then he has an epiphany moment. "so you're saying i should just try again and try harder to make an even funnier film???" psych kid goes "sure, whatever floats your boat bro" and then just kinda walks off. business guy sprints to his car and speeds away, but speeds a little too fast and gets into an accident before he gets there.

does he die? does he make the movie? is the movie actually funny or is it more slice-of-life? does it become a mentor-mentee thing but reversed where the psych kid is the mentor to business man? idk, i kinda wrote until it got to the end and fell apart. anyways, thanks for reading!!

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study buddies - owen lindmark

here is a (seemingly) much anticipated re-post of an old fic that i still love so much. feedback is very appreciated; tell me your favorite line or part! i hope you guys like it the second time around, or if you’re new, the first!

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“he just needs a little help staying caught up with things. the season keeps him busy so we like to ask students to help each other out,” your professor asked, smiling a little. 

this is what you got for doing so well on the first test. you were stuck helping some hockey player study and take notes because he couldn’t be at class often enough. 

just as you’re about to argue a boy comes busting through the classroom door, half out of breath. you see the red wisconsin backpack with a number 18 stitched into it. 

“and here he is. this is owen lindmark, you’ll be working with him,” your professor explains. 

owen smiles and it takes you back for a second. you weren’t prepared for a cute boy to need help and this one actually seemed nice. 

“i’m so sorry i’m late. i promise i’m usually not like this,” he apologizes, sticking his hand out for you to shake. 

you do so, immediately noticing how big his hand is. you swallow hard and pull your hand back, not needing to even think that way. he needed help with class and that was it. the professor lets you both off to do your own thing and owen hands you a schedule. 

“i just figured it might help you to have the hockey schedule. i wrote on there as much info as i had about times i’d be busy so we can work a study schedule out. i’m okay with once a week unless you think we need more?” he says, looking nervous as he scratches the back of his neck. 

you weren’t sure how such a large boy could look so shy, but you decided then that maybe this whole tutoring thing wouldn’t be so bad after all. 

“well, just from looking at this i’m thinking tuesday nights might be our best chance? this is a monday/wednesday/friday class so we’d be studying between those days and then if you have a road trip we’re not missing any study time,” you explain, thinking out loud more than anything. 

he smiles and pulls his phone out, handing it to you, “okay, tuesday’s it is. go ahead and put your number in just so we have them if something happens.”

you take his phone and plug your number in, trying to play it cool. he immediately texts your phone, but you don’t check it. 

“okay, well i have to run to practice, but i’ll see you on tuesday?” he asks, another one of those bright smiles just about making your knees weak. 

“yeah,” you say, knowing your voice sounded a little off. 

he laughs a little and heads off anyways. you quickly unlock your phone, seeing the new message from him. it’s simple. 

‘hey it’s owen 😁’

you shake your head, heading back to your dorm to tell your roommate about this one. you had a feeling it was going to be quite the semester. 

—

owen is surprisingly tolerable for a d1 athlete. he doesn’t act better than other people, he doesn’t mind letting you pick where to meet up to do the studying. he even picks you up food and coffee some days. 

“i hope that’s the right coffee order,” he laughs, setting the cup down. 

you look up at him and smile, pretty surprised by it. you’d mentioned the first week that you loved this one coffee spot on campus and you always ordered the same thing. 

“owen, you didn’t have to do that,” you blush, taking a sip of the warm liquid. it was perfect and he looked like a saint in that moment. 

he shrugs, “it was nothing. i had to pass it on the way back from practice.”

“well i appreciate it. thank you,” you say quietly, opening your book up to the chapter you guys were on. 

you start reading through your notes compared to what owen had and you can feel his eyes on you. you try not to look at first but eventually it’s too much. 

you glance up and find him watching you, a blush dusting his face when he gets caught. he coughs a little and looks down at his book after a second. 

“you really didn’t miss much,” you tell him, “i think you’re probably good to go this week.”

he looks up quickly, a small frown on his face, “oh. well i mean, we already came here. might as well keep working on stuff?”

you nod, telling him you don’t mind that. and even that quick the study dates were officially extended to whatever homework you both had with you that day. 

—

he’d actually turned into a pretty good friend over the month or so since you got assigned to each other and you started looking forward to seeing him every week. it didn’t hurt that he sat by you in class now, too. 

this tuesday was a meeting in the library again. owen looks exhausted and you know he’d had games over the weekend. he must not have had time to get much rest yet, so you try and condense what had been talked about in the last class he missed in case he wants to take off back to his place. 

he lays his head down on his arms, groaning into the table, “i can’t do this any longer.”

you laugh a little at him, “it’s microbiology, o. did you expect it to be easy?”

he peaks up at you with the cutest scowl you’ve ever seen. it’s hard to take him serious when he looks like that and his eye roll tops it off. 

“i should have picked a simple major like the rest of the team. this is ridiculous. i don’t understand this!”

you sigh and pull his notebook towards you. you realize he’d written something down a few lines ago that wasn’t correct about a transfer of disease. 

“owen, come here. you don’t get it because you wrote it wrong,” you say, tapping the table next to you. 

he grunts and gets out of his seat, moving to the one next to you instead. he crowds your personal space immediately, pressing his arm against yours as he leans over. 

you turn your head to explain it to him without realizing how close he had gotten. his eyes are big as he waits for you to explain it and you have to look away from him. you know you’re blushing like crazy, but owen is polite and doesn’t pick on you for it. 

you show him the section in the enormous textbook, telling him where he’d written the wrong thing down. the look on his face after is worth it though because he gets it then. 

what you didn’t expect was for him to flip his book around and stay sitting next to you when he could have easily moved back to his previous chair. you tell yourself not to think about it, not needing to make this more complicated. owen apparently has other plans though. 

“we’ve got a game this saturday,” he blurts out suddenly, “are you going?”

you look up at him, not even realizing it, “oh you do? i mean, i hadn’t thought about going.”

he looks down at his notebook before looking over at you, “maybe you should go. you might like it.”

“do you want me there?” you ask him. you have no clue where that bravery came from and you fully expected him to brush it off. 

he smiles though, “yeah i’d love that.”

—

“brittney, are you sure about this?” you nervously ask your roommate. 

owen had asked you to go, but you figured he probably told everyone to go to his games. brittney jumped at the chance to go when you mentioned it, swearing it would be fun. you knew she had alex turcotte in her management class though and wanted to see him as much as you wanted to see owen. 

“it’ll be fine. you need to stop worrying so much. he’s your study buddy, not a random dude,” she shook her head, going into the kohl center without a worry at all. 

you’d got to the rink earlier than expected so the boys were still warming up. you pull the sleeves of your wisconsin crewneck over your hands, crossing your arms as you watch them move around quickly. 

you find owen easily as they skate around and a little smile makes its way onto your face. brittney’s telling you some story about alex in class and you’re half listening, but also wondering if the guys ever looked around at the people watching them. 

you get your answer when a puck smacks the glass in front of you, making you jump and look back at the ice. you see owen laughing and stick handling another puck before tossing it into the glass again in the same spot. 

you shake your head at him, but you’re not even mad. you imagine he’d be teasing you about it come tuesday but that was okay. 

brittney looks over at you, asking, “what’s going on with you two? are you sure you’re just study buddies?”

you blush furiously, scoffing a little, “yeah, there’s nothing else going on with us. the last thing i need is to try and get with some college athlete just to end up embarrassed and heart broken.”

“okay that’s so dramatic. he obviously thinks you’re pretty cool if he invited you to the game tonight. it means he doesn’t mind being seen in public with you,” she pokes, knowing you were too shy to talk about him much. 

“let’s just go sit down. i need food before i have to watch this,” you mumble, shoving the topic to the side. 

you ended up with surprisingly good seats and the boys ended up winning, which was awesome. owen may have gotten a pretty decent assist and you know you’ll have to congratulate him on that later. you’re halfway down the street from the arena after the game when a text from owen shows up. 

‘wait after for us’

you stop and look over at brittney, showing her the screen. her jaw drops and she slaps your arm, heading right back for the building you’d just walked out of. 

“well we have to wait for him. also, find out who this ‘us’ is. tell him to bring alex,” she says, marching you both into the lobby. 

you send owen a message to tell him where you were, getting more and more nervous as time ticked on. he didn’t send another text back and you frowned at the screen. 

“what’s taking them so long? you don’t think he said that just to make me look dumb, do you?” you ask, checking your phone yet again to see if he messaged you. 

she looks up to respond but a funny look takes over her face, like she’s trying to hide her smile. it fails horribly and you realize she’s looking over your shoulder. 

before you can turn around to look two arms wrap around your shoulders from behind and hug you tight back into someone. you grab onto the arms, jumping when it happens, and see the suit coat that covers them. you know immediately that it’s owen. 

you laugh, relaxing then, and looking up at him as your head rests back on his chest. the smile he gives you makes your heart strings tug and he surprisingly doesn’t pull away. 

“that’s the second time i scared you tonight, huh?” he laughs. 

you blush and nod a little, “yeah, thanks for that earlier. you had everyone around me laughing, too.”

“so how was the game?” he asks, rocking you both side to side. 

“it was a lot of fun actually. your assist was pretty awesome,” you say, trying to keep your cool. 

you look over, feeling bad that you’d forgot to introduce brittney to him but she was already fully immersed in a conversation with alex that had her finding an excuse to touch his tie. you know exactly what’s going on there so you look back up at owen. 

“well, that’s my roommate. she has class with alex actually so it’s a good thing he came with you,” you laugh, still leaning into owen. 

he nods, “yeah when i shot that puck at you earlier he looked over and said he knew her. guess he thinks she’s pretty hot or something.”

you laugh, knowing she’ll love to hear that one later. you’re not sure what to do next, but owen finally steps away, coming to stand next to you. he gets alex’s attention, mentioning something about getting to ‘the house’ before it got too late. 

“you guys can come if you want,” alex says, giving you a little wave as he finally pulls his attention away from your roommate. 

you return his wave but get nervous right away, not really ready for that part of things. you’d heard they partied a lot but you weren’t exactly prepared for that. brittney recognizes it and shakes her head. 

“maybe next time. we’ve got stuff to do pretty early tomorrow,” she explains, saving you from looking like a big baby. 

the boys don’t seem to think twice about it and walk outside with you both as you get ready to go two different ways. alex and brittney get in their own world again as owen turns towards you. god he looks so good in his suit, and you know you’re staring, but you can’t help it. 

“i’ll see you in class monday, okay?” he asks quietly, pulling you into a hug. 

it takes you a little off guard, but you hug him back tight. he’s so big and warm that you get lost in it for a second. as he pulls back his hand trails down your arm, grabbing your hand for a second. he gives you a quick wink before he and alex walk away, but of course brittney caught it. 

“excuse me, what was that?” she tries to whisper but fails completely. 

“i don’t know! he’s never done that!” you blush, trying to comprehend what just happened. 

“he likes you,” she nods, laughing at your expression. 

you shake your head, “no way. he can get any girl he wants. i’m just his study buddy.”

—

owen asks to hang out more often after that. in fact he texts you the day after his game and the day after that as well. when he shows up to class monday morning he brings you a coffee and your heart melts a little. 

you knew to be weary of hockey players. you’d been around enough of them in high school to know how they acted, but owen seemed to be different. he leans over during the lecture to whisper in your ear at one point, which is thoroughly distracting. 

“you wanna go hang in my room after this?” he asks, his voice deeper than you expected. 

“yeah, i’m done with classes after this,” you nod, biting your lip as you look at him. 

the smirk he gives you back lets you know you’re in trouble now with him. he weaseled his way in and you hardly had the chance to stop him. 

the class passes by horribly slow after that, but the walk to owen's room is luckily pretty short. you’d been over once or twice, but not since the game. not since he came up behind you and hugged you. 

you look around this time, not as worried about studying. the late october air is cool in his room and you noticed the window was cracked open a little. the view from his room is amazing and you get lost in it for a second. 

owen comes up behind you, leaning his hand on the wall next to the window. you can all but feel him pressed against you but you don’t move. 

“this is amazing, o,” you say softly, taking in all the fall colors on campus. 

“yeah i really can’t complain,” he says, but you look back to find him looking down at you. 

you clear your throat, blushing hard as you look away. he must have noticed the effect he had on you because he laughs a little and steps away. 

“what do you say to watching a movie?” he asks, heading over to grab his laptop. 

you turn around, sitting next to him on his bed, “sounds like a great idea to me.”

you might be guilty of leaning into him a few times that night, but really it’s his fault. he’s the one that puts his arm around you and lets you lay your head on his chest. 

—

you decide to stay in that friday night but when a handful of texts from brittney come flying in to your phone you immediately panic a little. 

‘dude owens at state street’

‘he’s with some girl??’

‘they’re standing CLOSE?!?’

‘wait she looks kissed. pissed. fuck.’

‘she left. omg alex is here i gotta go’

the whole thing makes your heart hurt and your head spin a little. of course owen was out with a girl. who were you to think you were more than just a study buddy? but he’d been so different lately. you really hoped this was some rude joke being played on you and owen wasn’t how you knew some guys to be. 

you’d tried to keep that night off your mind as much as possible, but you’re not very successful. you can’t text him and ask, but that standing tuesday study date seems to come so much faster than you expected. 

the weekend had blurred by and you found yourself at owen’s door, the agreed upon study location for that week. you suddenly think it might have been better to fake an emergency so you don’t have to go through with this considering he’d been awfully friendly the last time you were in his room for movie night. 

you knock on the door quickly, wanting to get studying over with. you hear a groan that makes you frown and when owen opens the door you’re shocked. 

the room is pitch black, he’s in pajamas with his glasses on, and his hair is a mess. he looks rough, like he wasn’t feeling well and it immediately makes your concern grow. 

“o, what’s up? are you okay?” you ask softly. 

he sighs, looking so defeated, “i caught something yesterday i think. or maybe this weekend. i’ve been sleeping so much and i can’t eat. i hate being sick.”

you can’t worry about who that girl was now even though that’s all you wanted to ask him about. instead you shuffle him back into his room, dropping your bag by the door. 

you reach up to check his forehead considering how rosy his cheeks are, “owen, you’re burning up. have you eaten anything today?”

“eating and keeping it down have been two different things,” he mumbles, leaning into your hand. 

you frown and reach for him, pushing him towards his bed. he easily complies, crawling back under the covers, but pushing them away. 

“no, you need to cover up and sweat this fever out. i’ll run and get you some medicine and food that might be easier to keep down,” you tell him, looking for his keys. 

“i’ll be right here,” he tries to joke, but he’s already falling back asleep as he says it. 

you sigh, pushing a bit of his hair off his forehead. when did you turn into such a sucker for this kid? he had you all wrapped around his finger. 

medicine and food were decently easy to locate and owen is still passed out when you get back to his room. you set everything on his desk, walking over to sit on the edge of his bed. 

“hey, wake up. i need you to take some medicine,” you say, rubbing his back. 

he groans again and peaks up at you, “i’m so tired still.”

“i know. maybe you shouldn’t have stayed out all night friday,” you joke before you realize what you said. you both freeze a little and look at each other. 

“wait, how do you know i was out friday?” he asks, moving to sit up on the bed. 

“uh, i didn’t. i don’t. i mean,” you stutter, not being quick enough to pull yourself out of it.

he shakes his head a little, “you didn’t know. brittney told you, didn’t she?” 

you nod, not being able to look at him then. he probably thought you were keeping tabs on him or something. you’re lost in your own world when he reaches out, putting a finger under your chin to make you look at him. 

“she saw the girl, right? and then texted you about it?” he asks softly. 

you nod again, not trusting your words. you had already said the wrong thing once to get you to this spot. 

he smiles though, relaxing suddenly, “she’s no one to worry about. well not anymore. we used to like talk and hook up, but a few weeks ago i started to really like someone so i told her we had to call it off.”

“oh,” is all you can manage to say. you can’t look at him. absolutely not. you couldn’t let him see how upset you were about it. 

“well,” you say after a second, “medicine is in the bag and so is some food. i don’t think we want both of us sick so i should probably get going now.”

you’re up and moving towards the door before he can even protest, grabbing your backpack and tossing a goodbye over your shoulder. 

you pull your phone out with shaky hands and shoot a quick text to brittney. 

‘he used to hook up with that girl he was with friday. but he “called it off” bc he likes someone else’

you make your way back to your dorm quickly, trying to think of all the ways you’d be able to get out of your study buddy sessions for the rest of the semester. it couldn’t be over soon enough. 

—

“are you sure you don’t want to come out with us?” alex asks, waiting for brittney to finish getting ready. 

“no thanks. i have a paper i need to finish up so that i have study time next week,” you say, looking back at him and smiling. 

you really should do the paper. it needed to get done, but your mind kept wandering. you’d avoided owen for the better part of two weeks, finding a couple good excuses to miss studying. but you’d run out now and this coming week would mean you’d see him again. 

alex and brittney head out for the night, leaving you to yourself. you sigh, turning back to face your computer. you get a couple paragraphs written up when there’s a sudden sharp knock on your door. 

you jump, getting up to go see if maybe brittney had forgot her keys or something. instead the peephole shows you owen standing there. not what you expected. you lean your forehead against the wooden door, taking a deep breath. 

“what, owen?” you ask through it. 

“will you please let me in? i think we both know we need to talk,” he says, sounding so close to the door. 

you hesitate for a second but open it up. he waits for you to open it all the way, giving you a soft smile. 

“well there she is. i thought she transferred schools or something with how absent she’s been,” owen jokes, stepping into the room. 

you give him a little smile and follow him but he stops abruptly, causing you to run into him. 

“shit, i’m sorry,” he turns around quickly, his hands coming up to hold your arms. 

“i’m fine, really,” you say, trying to gently shrug him off. 

he looks hurt, pulling his hands away from you, “hey, what’s going on? did i do something?” 

you sigh, not even sure how to say this or where to start. he deserved an explanation, but you also didn’t want to get hurt and at this rate it was almost inevitable. 

“i guess i was just hoping you were different from other guys i’ve known in the past,” you mumble. 

he frowns, “what are you talking about? what happened?”

you look up at him, “i guess i just hoped you liked me for some reason. i know it’s dumb, but we were hanging out a lot so i just thought maybe it was different for you like it was for me. it’s fine if you don’t, i can’t force you to. it just sucks.”

he doesn’t respond immediately and it makes you start to get nervous. you glance back up at him and catch a half smile on his face. 

“what!” you snap, feeling ready to breakdown about it all. 

“you’re really cute when you’re all worked up,” he says and- wait, what?

“i’m what?” you ask, thinking you heard him wrong. 

“you’re really cute when you’re all worked up like this,” he repeats. 

“that’s all you have to say after what i just told you?” you scoff. 

he laughs and nudges your shoulder, “i like you! have i not made that clear?”

you look up at him with wide eyes. you had to be imagining this. he wasn’t actually saying this right now. 

“what?”

“not very clear then,” he mumbles almost to himself, “i invited you to my game. i even made sure to keep an arm around you so other people saw. we hang out more than we study anymore. we text all the time. you’re the only person i have a snap streak with.”

it all clicks into place a little better and you feel like an idiot. how did you miss all of this? you were so worried he’d found someone else to talk to that you didn’t even see how things had gone for the two of you.

“owen, are you serious?” you ask. 

he nods, leaning in closer, “you really think i was hooking up with some other girl when i’ve got you?”

you blush, leaning against him as well, “i don’t know. i guess i just figured you wanted options.”

owen laughs, shaking his head a little, “no and the  i needed to talk to you but you kept avoiding me. but i like you so i had to let you know, too. you kind of beat me to it though.”

“i like you too, o,” you smile, ignoring the small dig he made. 

he leans down, kissing you suddenly. you press back immediately, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. he pulls back slowly, his thumb rubbing gently on your cheek. 

“i think i could get used to that,” you mumble. 

he nods, giving you one more quick kiss, “be my girlfriend and you can do it whenever you want.”

you know your face is red now and it feels all hot. you nod though, leaning up to kiss him. you pull back and smile down at him, one hand carding through his hair. he hums and closes his eyes for a few seconds. 

“you’re not gonna avoid me for two more weeks now, right?” he jokes. 

“no, you’re stuck with me now,” you laugh, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth. 

he opens his eyes again and smiles at you, “movie before bed? i brought an extra shirt you can sleep in if you wanted. i’ll text alex for them to go sleep at our place tonight.”

“that sounds perfect,” you agree. 

and yeah, things with him did seem pretty much perfect.