#i didnt actually glue my lips shut dont worry

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Accidentally got super glue on my lips and tongue. Im fine I just have no feeling on the right side of my lips and the tip of my tongue.

In other news i fixed my phone case :)

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Frat Party (hybrid series)

Count: 1.6k words

Type: angstish, fluff

A/N: 1st of a series that will involve all members (inspired by the dream of a 🦎 aka Liz)

The bass of the blaring music was so loud you and Yoongi could feel it underneath the asphalt. If you hadn’t yet adapted yourself you’d be on the ground in agony.

From in front of the frat house the two of you could see people shuffling in and out. Some of them you could recognize from around campus but most of the faces blurred together in insignificance.

“Are you sure about this?” You asked turning to Yoongi. The idea to go a normal people party had been at his suggestion. One that took some convincing for you to accept. It was safer for the two of you to avoid any unnecessary human interaction.

Your super hearing was something you had gotten under control. From being a clueless twelve year old you had learned to tune out and turn down the sounds you didn’t need. A sheet of paper no longer hurt your sensitive ears as it could before.

Yoongi’s mutation on the other hand was more physical. Looking at him currently he would look as any college student although a bit small weight wise. It was when he let his guard down or he lost control that the furrier side came. He was a young kid when he had figured out he was a cat.

Not fully, but paws, tail, ears, and whiskers. Those were all there. His parents made sure to keep their unique son as guarded as possible. Of course for his own good, but their actions proved somewhat detrimental. It took Yoongi so long to learn how to keep his human form. College away from his parents wasn’t looking like an option until he met you in his senior year of high school.

Two freaks who could safely be abnormal.

With no answer Yoongi walked ahead of you into the packed house. You followed close behind him not wanting to lose sight of him. The two of you walked into the threshold to be bombarded with the smell of alcohol and weed at least that’s what you assumed.

The center of the room had partygoers squished together as though they were kept in by invisible walls. Girls and guys, guys and guys, girls and girls all grinding on each other as though they were trying to chafe off glue. The blue light that illuminated the room doing more to hide faces than to reveal them.

Naturally the two of you migrated to the ‘outskirts’ of the large front room. Still surrounded by people but at least breathing was possible.

Yoongi looked amazed by what was before him. Large gatherings were hardly something he was used to. You on the other hand were searching for something that didn’t make you uncomfortable to look at. Stupid drunk kids and students pushing back on each other wasn’t ideal.

Turning in your place you spotted the kitchen considerably more empty. It would do as a temporary escape.

Before walking away you shifted towards Yoongi to alert him only to find the boy in a near state of bliss. His gums were on display as he smiled like a kid in a candy store. He was experiencing, although uninvolved, a part of young life he was expected to miss out on. Pure happiness out of watching his peer act like idiots.

Deciding against disturbing his joy you went over to the kitchen knowing you could listen out for him.

The kitchen was abandoned compared to where the party was concentrated. Four people at most standing around looking like they’d rather be anywhere else. The alcohol wasn’t situated in this room so that left little reason for anyone to be in here.

Deciding a cup in hand, preferably non alcoholic, was better than standing by with nothing you enlist the help of another party goer in the kitchen. From behind there is only black hair as an identifier as you tap on their shoulder. A familiar smiling face appears. If there was a boy who didn’t seem as though he belonged in a traditional fraternity, it was Park Jimin.

Ladies man sure, charming definitely, did you have slight crush, of course. But Jimin was more known for his dancing. He was a dance major that was member of a fraternity. A combination that couldn’t be described as stereotypical.

“Hey you” Jimin said recognizing you from your shared anatomy class. You two weren’t close, but there were the occasional friendly conversations as you two were lab partners.

You replied with a slight smile not wanting to appear too eager, “Hey yourself”

His head turned slightly to the side like a puppy looking up in confusion without the smile ever leaving his lips “I don’t take you for the partying type. What’re doing here?”

It’d be great to note that with the music still blasting the two of you were standing closer than normal. Obviously you would be able to hear him from 100 feet away, but he was human after all. You had to make accommodations.

“You’re right. I’m not, but my friend wanted to come see.” It was no use telling him who the friend was. Yoongi didn’t involve himself in much. He preferred to attend class (sometimes) and be home away in his room in the safety of music. His reputation around campus was non existent.

“Well good thing you came. Did you need anything?”

“Yea, actually. I wanted a drink. The non alcohol kind and I’m not sure where to find that here.” You stated referring to the obvious.

Jimin nodded “I got it. I can go check for a soda or something down in the basement. Wait here.” The steps he took out of your space gave you your breath back. Your face finally didn’t feel as hot. Being a little more at ease you relaxed into the sway of the music rocking back and forth in your little bubble.

The party seemed like a swell idea until you heard the sound of heavy breathing. A familiar breathing that you knew could only belong to a panicked Yoongi.

Rushing out of the kitchen you saw a small crowd congregating where you left him in his happy state. You push through the two person thick crowd to see Yoongi crouched down holding his head in his hands. The obvious signs of his panic attacks that you had come to know over the years.

Crouching down next to him you try to gently shush him to calm him down long enough to move him. Having him surrounded by people would do nothing to quell his distress.

“Come on Yoongi, help me out here” you said while attempting to lift him. He was small himself but still more in size than you.

The sound of Yoongi’s speeding heart filled your ears so you didn’t hear the pleas for people to get out of the way from Jimin. You didn’t notice his presence until Yoongi was actually managed to be lifted from a ball on the ground.

With stares from those immediately surrounding you, the two of you dragged Yoongi’s stiff body into a surprisingly empty room. Laying him on the bed, Jimin stood back watching as you fanned Yoongi’s face with your hand.

“Do you need anything?” Jimin asked sounding a little out of breath himself.

While Yoongi definitely was calming down you knew that he could very well turn any moment. No matter how thankful you were to Jimin or how much you wished the conversation could continue you had to get him out of the room.

Vigorously shaking your head you explained “No, it's alright. He’ll be fine, but I need to be alone with him. So if you could…”

“Oh..oh yeah. I’ll go.” Jimin said turning around to the door. He gave a friendly smile before gently shutting the door.

You turned your attention back to a much calmer and different looking Yoongi. His whiskers were visible and his ears took on their pointer form. He was staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes taking deep breaths. The worst of it was over.

You sighed in relief “You alright now?”.

He nodded still silent.

Knowing not to push until he was ready you opted instead to lay next to him joining him in staring up at the ceiling. His heartbeat, now where it needed to be, brought you peace. Moments of comfortable silence passed within the room.

“I thought someone had found me out.” his tail coming up to wiggle to what he was referring to. “People were starting to stare. I panicked.”

You nodded in understanding although he probably couldn’t see you. Most likely there wasn’t anyone who saw him outside of his human form, but Yoongi having grown up so paranoid about everything and everyone around him sometimes viewed slight glances in a different light.

“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. I guess I went too far-” he continued.

Letting him make himself feel bad for wanting something so simple was not gonna slide. You knew he meant no harm and you were happy to let him experience his youth as much as possible.

“Don’t be like that. And don’t worry about it. It wasn’t all bad.” you interrupted. The music in the background giving a consistent beat that didn’t bother the atmosphere you two shared within the room rather adding to it.

In silence a hand laid against yours, a small paw more like in the case of Yoongi. A paw that fit perfectly with no eclipsing or being swallowed by your own. He remained still and you could hear his breaths slow indicating he had fallen asleep.

The two of you in a familiar place. Next to each other, not talking, not even looking at one another, just finding comfort in the existence of the other.

[sadrien]

goodbyes & hellos

on ao3

im so so so late but hey this is for first day of prompt week for @thinkoutsidethelovesquare​!!!! day one: wrong number

this was a lot of fun tbh and ive been dying to write this ship. alyas texts are italicized, adriens are underlined on ao3, just bold here bc tumblrs a butt. shoutout to @reyxa​ for the title <3

enjoy!

Alya narrows her eyes at the new message that lights up her phone. It’s an unknown number that she doesn’t recognize — not that she’s given her number to anyone recently — and it’s also seven in the morning . Anyone how knows her at all should know that she doesn’t wake up before at least nine on the weekends. (And that has nothing to do with the fact that she doesn’t sleep during the week and tends to go to bed after two in the morning.)

She groans as another message shows up on the screen. She squints and lets the messages flow in, figuring she can tell the person they’ve got the wrong number after they’ve finished whatever they have to say. Or she can decide that it’s unimportant and ignore it and go back to sleep.

She likes her second plan the best.

unknown number: Hi!

unknown number: Just wanted to let you know the start time for today has been moved from 10 to 9:15

unknown number: My father has a meeting at 1300 so he wants to get it all done as soon as possible

unknown number: And I know you mentioned wanting to have him on set yesterday

unknown number: I hope it’s not too much of an inconvenience! Your agent should be calling you soon, but I thought I’d give you a heads up

Alya squints at the screen. She doesn’t want to care but she’s curious. And curiousity killed the cat and all that but she’s used to letting her nosiness get the best of her.

unknown number: agents???

unknown number: 1st of all srry u have the wrong number

unknown number: 2nd of all were u talking to a movie star or smth???????

unknown number: book writer??

unknown number: what kinda person needs an agent

unknown number: Oh I’m sorry! I must’ve gotten the wrong number from someone

unknown number: I’m really sorry if I was bothering you

Alya rolls her eyes.

unknown number: u woke me up but its chill cause now im curious

unknown number: Curious? About what?

unknown number: way 2 keep avoiding the question

unknown number: ???

unknown number: u said the person u meant to text has an agent

unknown number: how fancy r they

unknown number: Oh! She’s a model!

Alya’s eyes widen. The most famous person she knows is that thirteen year old that was in her school who has ten thousand subscribers on YouTube because she makes lyric videos. The second is a boy who has a few thousand instagram followers because he has nice abs and lots of white boy clothing and muscle shirts.

unknown number: u kno a model????????

unknown number: Uhh

unknown number: I’m not sure how much personal information I should be giving to a stranger

Alya sighs. So close.

unknown number: its fine dude (dude? u good w that? lmk if u arent) i getchu

unknown number: u can just stop responding if u dont wanna talk

She locks her phone and slides it back under her pillow. She stares at the ceiling for a few more minutes, wondering if she’ll be able to fall back asleep. As much as she’d like to take the train back to dreamville, she can’t. Because now she’s awake and now she’s wondering. And once she stops wondering, she doesn’t stop.

She’ll probably stop thinking about this random wrong number in a few days and in a few months, she’ll forget about them entirely but…

Ugh.

Sleep definitely isn’t an option anymore.

Leaving her phone in her bed, she pads to the kitchen, twisting her hair up into a messy bun as she does so. No one is up yet — of course they aren’t, it’s seven on a Saturday and everyone is taking advantage of every precious minute of sleep they can get — so she has the run of the house to herself.

So she makes herself some coffee and a bowl of cereal and turns to television on. Her initial plan is to just leave it on whatever channel that’s playing when she first turns it on, and luckily the twins were the last ones to use it. Saturday morning cartoons. Score.

Alya stirs sugar in her coffee as Cyber Chase plays in the background. It’s not much more than background noise, it’s the middle of an episode and she doesn’t really know what’s happening, but she does snort at a few of the bad jokes.

“You’re up early,” her mom says before dropping a kiss on the top of Alya’s head.

Alya hums. “Got a few text messages and they woke me up.” She notes how her mom purposefully avoids eye contact as she opens a cabinet. Alya rolls her eyes and eats a spoonful of cereal.

“School friends?” her mom asks carefully.

“Yes,” Alya lies. Better than her mom asking more questions. The biggest one being why were you talking to a complete stranger?

“Are you going to see them before we leave?”

Alya glues her eyes to the TV. “If they’re around.”

Her mom makes an unimpressed sound and Alya resists the urge to roll her eyes. She texted a few of her friends the other week, but the conversation was awkward and stilted. They all had the same sort of idea about cutting ties.  

Alya sighs and puts down her spoon, twisting around in her seat to face her mom. “I promise I’m talking to them.”

Her mom gives her that look— the one where her lips purse and a crease between her eyebrows that’s becoming more and more permanent; the one that says she wants to push for more details, but won’t unless they’re volunteered first. Which Alya is not doing, thank you very much. “If you say so, honey,” her mom says, turning her attention to the breakfast she’s making.

Alya stares down into her cereal bowl.

Time to evacuate to her bedroom.

She finishes her cereal as quickly as she can without choking and dumps her bowl and spoon in the sink as she passes it, taking her coffee with her to her room. New plan: curl up in bed with her laptop and hope her mom just leaves her alone until they move.

Alya’s almost forgotten about her phone by the time she flops onto her bed. It vibrates almost as soon as she opens her laptop. She frowns as she pulls it out from under her pillow.

unknown number: Dude is fine for me

unknown number: He/him pronouns please

unknown number: Thanks for asking I really appreciate it, actually

unknown number: People don’t always ask

Plan trashed. This is a better plan.

unknown number: she/her for me

unknown number: and no prob man

unknown number: i wasnt gonna assume ur gender

unknown number: ok that mightve sounded bad but i didnt mean it in a bad way like the ‘lol dont assume my gender’ way jerks do sometime i meant it in like a genuine

unknown number: if u have smth u wanna say u should say it because i am very tired and i can go on for a while

Whoops.

Alya can’t say she’s known for her stellar first impressions but she usually doesn’t ramble her way into an awkward corner. She mindlessly flips through apps as she waits for a response.

unknown number: Don’t worry about it! I didn’t take it the wrong way or anything

Alya smiles to herself as she responds. He keeps leaving her openings which is nice. Based off his initial reaction, she thought he’d shut this down as fast as possible.

She realizes this is probably a little weird. But it’s the most exciting thing to happen to her since school let out so…

unknown number: so whats up stranger??

unknown number: b4 u ask im just sitting in my room doing nothing but text u so thats my morning

unknown number: I actually have work soon, so that’s fun

Alya raises her eyebrows. She forgot age was something else she didn’t know yet.

unknown number: oo work that sounds fun

unknown number: what do u do???

unknown number: I work for my dad, it isn’t anything special

unknown number: But it gives me something to do with my time so I don’t mind that much

unknown number: If I randomly stop responding without warning, that’s why

unknown number: good 2 kno

unknown number: can i ask what u do 4 ur dad or is that 2 personal

unknown number: I uh… I just do whatever he needs me to do

unknown number: I don’t get paid or anything but

unknown number: ay it still works as a resume builder

unknown number: Yeah exactly!

unknown number: thats cool that ur dad can get u a job!! my mom and dad could never w their jobs so i just suffer

unknown number: not that thats any different from what i would do anyway as a teenager

Alright, perfect. She’s brought up the age question in a really clunky and awkward way. Better than nothing.

unknown number: Oh how old are you?

unknown number: I’m 15

Alya lets out a sigh of relief.

unknown number: ayy same!

unknown number: just ur fav teenage superhero blogger

unknown number: doing nothing with her life

unknown number: You like superheroes?

unknown number: yeah!! i love comic books. you??

unknown number: I don’t have time to read many but yeah! I’ve always loved Spiderman

unknown number: wonder woman is my g i r l

unknown number: superheroes are just so cool

She waits a few minutes before she decides that he must have gone off to work. Bonding over superheroes, that’s good. A shared interest. She scrolls through their conversation, rereading some of the earlier messages before she creates a contact for him. She makes the name ‘stranger’ and leaves it at that.

It’s not like they’re meeting up or anything. Even if he is an ax murderer, can’t kill her if she never sends him her location.

Alya spends the next couple of hours avoiding her mom as much as possible. She takes her sisters to the park and then goes to the library after she brings them home.

She doesn’t want to talk about it.

She’s clicking through a webcomic that she missed a few weeks worth of updates when her phone buzzes. She glances down, expecting it to be a text from her mom asking if she has any plans or to do chores or something, but is pleasantly surprised to see a message from her stranger.

stranger: Sorry about that, work ran long

stranger: Admittedly, I don’t know very much about Wonder Woman, but she looks very awesome

unknown number: !!!!

unknown number: when ive got more time remind me to tell u all abou t her

unknown number: and to rec some comic books even if u dont have time

stranger: Is she your favorite?

Alya sits back in her chair. This conversation is going to be a long one.

Alya finds herself randomly texting her stranger for the next few days. He doesn’t always respond quickly, but he responds eventually, no matter how weird her original message.

That’s more than she can say for most of her friends.

She texts him as she’s sitting on the counter in her kitchen, stirring a pot.

unknown number: hey stranger whats up

stranger: Just reading, you?

unknown number: making box mac n cheese

stranger: Sounds fun

unknown number: yeah im gonna eat it straight from the pot

The three dots bounce on the screen as the stranger takes his time with the next message. Alya snorts and turns off the stove, straining the pasta and moving to the fridge to find butter and cheese. He’s found his words by the time she’s letting the butter melt in the pot.

stranger: Straight from the pot? Why?

unknown number: because i live life on the edge

unknown number: and also because im too lazy to clean the dish later

stranger: You know what? That’s fair

Sometimes, Alya thinks that she probably shouldn’t think about someone who she doesn’t even know the name of as often as she does, let alone text him as much as she does. But sometimes she’ll see something, and she’ll immediately think of him. Or she’ll just be randomly upset and feel the strong urge to pick up the phone and see if he’s available to vent to.

She knows it’s kind of weird, but she can’t help herself.

One night, at around two in the morning, she finds herself messaging him.

unknown number: hey did i ever mention i was moving

She’s almost asleep, slightly more okay than she was before she sent the text, when he responds.

stranger: You haven’t but we also don’t talk about where we live

Alya stares at the screen for a long moment, the bright light in the darkness making everything on the screen blur into nothing. She just feels kind of numb.

unknown number: yeah

unknown number: like 8 hours away from where i live now

stranger: Wow that’s a big move

unknown number: yeah

stranger: I’m guessing you don’t want to go?

unknown number: not really

unknown number: did u know ur my only friend right now

stranger: I am?

unknown number: me and my other friends sort of cut ties

stranger: The internet exists

stranger: Phones exist

stranger: FaceTime and Skype both kind of suck, but they exist

unknown number: yeah i guess

unknown number: i guess its just too hard for any of us to try

stranger: I have no idea how far apart we live

stranger: We’re doing just fine

unknown number: yeah

unknown number: yeah ur right

One of Alya’s small comforts that comes to mind whenever she thinks about moving is the fact that she’ll have her phone on her and a portable charger. Her stranger will be with her every step of the way.

He’d managed to get her to talk to some of her friends. She doesn’t really think it’ll last once she’s in Paris, but the attempt is nice. And it gives her other people to talk to for the rest of the summer.

It’s too early in the morning when they leave for the last time for her to get really emotional about moving. All she has the energy to do is to take a picture of her old apartment, caption it ‘one last goodbye to marseille’, and save it before sending it to her friends over Snapchat. Before she falls asleep against the car window, she texts it to her stranger.

She wakes up to a new text among the goodbyes from her friends.

stranger: Have a nice car ride! I’ll let you know when I get back from work <3

Alya hides her smile from her sisters and screenshots the text for later.

She texts him from the floor of her new bedroom while her dad starts moving boxes. They’ve been in the process of moving for a while now, shipping most of their things to Paris beforehand. Now all that remains is the actual unpacking.

Alya doesn’t have the energy for that. She just lays on the floor and stares at the ceiling for a while. Then she picks up her phone and sends him a text.

It’s been about an hour since they last talked. She’d talked to him for a good majority of the car ride, only stopping when he was busy and ending the conversation when they arrived so she could get her things out of the car and help her sisters with theirs. She’d sent him a picture of her empty bedroom and said ‘let the unpacking begin :P’. He’d responded with a ‘Good luck!!’ and ‘I’ll let you get to work!’

Alya’s thumb hovers over the send button for a few seconds. She’s never really pushed him for any sort of personal information before.

New city, new Alya. Or something.

unknown number: hey just wondering

unknown number: what do u have me in ur phone as??

unknown number: i have u in here as stranger

stranger: Your contact name?

stranger: Uh awkward but you don’t?

stranger: You’re the only one I just have the number for, so I know who you are that way

Alya reads his texts a few times before she responds. She doesn’t know what she expects in return, but she figures she has nothing to lose.

unknown number: im alya

unknown number: in case u were wondering

stranger: Hi Alya

stranger: I’m Adrien