#missed yesterday cause of midterms

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

more sassy/flirty matt, possibly college era/study setting ?

//as someone dealing with college right now.... absolutely, i love college era matt. he's my one and only.

You have been studying for twelve hours.

You started your studying around one in the afternoon, and kept working on various assignments until around four, and then you locked in for your hardest class of the semester, American Judiciary Systems. It was just an intense amount of memorization, and you were going crazy.

When you started working, you were doing a good job; You made sure to keep drinking water, you were taking breaks! But somewhere along the way you started to slip on those habits. Maybe it happened after grabbing dinner with your boyfriend and his roommate, but before you got too comfortable on their dorm room floor.

And Matt was mad at you for it.

Okay, mad is a strong word.

But he's frustrated that you won't take care of yourself. He's a hypocrite for it, but he is. So, around one thirty in the morning, he pulls the textbook you're taking notes from out from beneath your heavy arms.

"Hey!" You whine, and Foggy, studying for the same midterm, picks his head up, and in his desirously tired state, tilts his head in confusion.

"You need to sleep." Matt tells you, and you scoff, before reaching for the book. Matt easily pulls it out of your way.

"That's easy for you to say! You took the midterm this morning and probably did amazing!"

"No, I took the midterm yesterday. And you both need to sleep, because if you don't, you'll fail the midterm anyways."

You roll your eyes and reach to your left to grab an unopened energy drink. Matt is quicker than you and snatches it away. In your sleep deprived state, you don't question how a blind man knew where the drink was.

"And no more energy drinks!" he demands. "It'll cause you to crash eventually. Then you'll sleep right through your alarm, and again, fail the midterm anyways." He reminds.

He would never let you or Foggy sleep through your alarm and miss the test, but right now his quest is to get you to sleep.

"Fine, no more energy drinks, but Matt, seriously, I need to--"

"You need to sleep!"

"Ugh!" You groan. You'd be embarrassed of yourself if you weren't so tired. Then, your head tilts back a bit and a yawn escapes your list.

"See! You yawned! Come on, sweetheart, let's go to bed." He demands. You shake your head.

"Can't." You yawn again. "Professor Aelwyn will have my ass." You hum. Matt moves around you and sits behind you, so your back is against his chest. His hands rub up and down your arms as he begins to speak,

"I'll wake you up early enough to grab breakfast, and then I'll help you guys do your last-minute cramming. But I'm serious, I'm worried you'll push yourself over the edge." Then, Matthew plays dirty. "Come on, baby," He begins to kiss your shoulders, and then your neck. "Come to bed."

"You two are gross." Foggy declares as he stands up, stretching out. He takes one last glance over his notes and then begins to clean up. "But unfortunately, dude is right. There's nothing we're gonna learn in the next half hour before we fall asleep that we can't learn tomorrow."

"My point exactly!" Matt hums. You sigh deeply, your hands coming up to your face and rubbing your eyes. Bed does sound nice... And Matt is always super warm.

"Fine." You grumble, leaning forward to clean up your notes. Then, Matt gets up and holds his hands out for you, and you take them, before he pulls you up off his floor. You groan at the pain from sitting on that damned floor and he sighs.

"I know, baby." He hums, and then leads you over to his bed. You hear Foggy's snores from behind you but you just barely manage to change into pajamas.

Then, you crawl into bed, cuddling up to Matt. Your face is buried in the crook of his neck, legs laid over his. Then, you sit up to double check that you've set three alarms, and that Matt's is also set.

He pushes your head back so that your face is against his neck again.

"Get some sleep, sweetheart."

"G'night, Matty."

He presses a kiss to your head, knowing you already have this text in the bag. He only falls asleep when he hears your breathing study and your heartbeat slow. His fingers gently comb through your hair, and as he drifts off, you begin to dream of running away from College, New York and everything else with your boyfriend, the first person who has ever truly loved you without any familial or platonic obligation.

You won't. You'll pass the midterm with him, pass all your finals, graduate and pass the bar together.

But it's nice to dream about for a moment. Luckily for you, Matt always makes reality just as lovely as your dreams.

[moonjxsung]

ALSKDKDJF OKAYYY !!! I’m glad it’s not a bother !!! I overthink sometimes alskdkjf

urgh so I am having A WEEK :( I hope it’s okay I rant a bit … alslkskdj

helurf okay so after midterms last week, I’ve been trying to like relax and give myself time to rest but IVE HAD SO MANY ASSIGNMENTS :((( and I’m so tired and burnt out and stressed cause I need to start studying for finals and ahhhhhh alsksjjdjf :(

okay now for some more fun updates!! i had fun at uni yesterday!! we had a super fun soil science lab we got to go into soil pits on the farm our campus has and analyze soil (ph, diagnostic horizons, colour, structure, texture etc) !! It was a lot of fun I’m gonna miss the class and my prof :( (it was my last lab)

another fun thing is its art market week at my uni so time to drop a ton of money on prints, stickers and crocheted animals !!! :D

AND okay so I made it into a special like abroad research kinda program/course in like that’s usually only available to upper years students but somehow I made it in alskkskdjdj . Anyways, we get to go to South Africa from like May 14-June 9 to do research and stuff in the field!!! and like IM SO EXCITED??? So anyways, the 19 students that also made it in (it’s a highly competitive program to get into) we had our second group meet up plus our prof (who taught my favourite class by far last term) yesterday and it was a lot of fun and we got free dinner which was super super yum and I can’t believe I’m actually going ahhhhh

and then I went to a friends house for dinner (yes, dinner again) which was fun we like catch up at least once a month and yeah

Anyways sorry for the truck load of information about my life weh

HOW IS YOUR LIFE STAR!!! I WANNA HEAR ABOUT YOU!! (With whatever ur feeling comfy sharing 💗)

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UGH I always forget how close together exam season is WHYYYY ARE UR FINALS ALREADY RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER….. 💔💔 I believe in you angel manifesting all the best for you frfr you’re smart I know you got this 🫶🫶🫶🫶

AHHHH UR UNI LAB SOUNDED SO FUN I love labs where you just get to go outside and do stuff in nature it’s fr so healing 👼 I took a geology course in college where we got to go to this creek near my school and like test the ph balance of the water and it was so much fun being outside instead of cooped up in the lecture hall fr one of the best labs we ever did. AND the art market this week???? RAHHH HAVE SO MUCH FUN we used to have something similar at my uni and I would drop SO much on stickers not even joking my laptop is covered in them still :’)

ALSO OH MY GOD??? TO THE STUDY ABROAD PROGRAM?????? STOP THAT SOUNDS SO FIXKIFNT FUNNNNN IM SO EXCITED FOR YOU WYAHWJDNRJ CONGRATS ON GETTING IN BB ‼️‼️ I didn’t have to do study abroad when I was in college bc covid hit but I can’t wait to hear all about yours and live vicariously thru ur updates AHHHH and it’s coming up so soon !! WOWOWOWOW HAVE THE BEST TIME ILY ILY THATS SO FUN

My day was honestly vvvvv boring but it was productive! I had work and then I had a shit ton of laundry to do but I was tired as fuck and I have cramps bc my period started today so I got coffee first to wake me up and then after cleaning the apartment I caught up on Ateez vlogs and now I’m simultaneously writing and watching Zelda gameplay 👼 I think my emotions are like ten times worse rn because of my period so I’m just taking it easy but I have a huge party to go to this weekend and a lot of my friends are gonna be there so I need to get my shit together and stop being sad bc I don’t want to bring the mood down ☹️ why do I always have a party in the same week I feel like shit LOL the last time I had one my situationship and I got into a huge fight and my sister had to be checking on me like every 5 minutes bc I was borderline crying the whole night it was so embarrassing 😭 (I am so tired of crying over this same girl oh my god)

ANYWAYS I LOVE U ANGEL IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU AND I CANT WAIT TO HEAR ALL ABOUT UR STUDY ABROAD TRIP RAHHH THATS SO EXCITING CONGRATS AGAIN ILY ILY 🩷💖💞💘💕💓👼

[happysadyoyo]

hiiiii just wanted to say I love the college work u showed yesterday it looks so cool!!! Can u talk more about ur course and what it’s like? Is it hard? Hope u have a good day sorry if this is awkward I’ve been trying to send a message for ages hahaha!!!

Well thank you! I'm hoping it turns out well. I've never worked intaglio before so it's all a bit confusing to me lol.

I don't mind talking about my course. I'm studying for my master's at UArts in Philly. The program is called Book Arts and Printmaking and it's about what it sounds like. I learn how to make books and dive more in depth with my printmaking. Here's my midterm work/critique I was so stressed out about

You can see the little pile of books I've made on the bench lol.

The program isn't hard per say, but I do make it harder on myself. The big green and red woodcuts didn't need to be so big (and it was my first woodcut) and I'm doing a lot for my etching as well. I really am leaning on the idea for my print media class that since I'm learning new techniques in printmaking I need to do as much as I can to see if I like it. Like the woodcuts. Turns out I like carving wood almost as much as I like lino.

I'm also struggling with brain shit a lot. Here's hoping getting medicated for my ADHD will help with that because I've missed three days so far and that's kinda big. Each class only meets one day a week, and the studios are six hours long. It's pretty exhausting.

Let's see, what else. It's a two year program, so next fall I'll be working on my thesis pretty much straight through. I'm already laying out the groundwork for a few items I want to create and how they tie into each other (think paper pulp sculptures, handmade paper books, and walls with layers of prints). Next semester I want to take a creative writing class as well as book production. The latter will be huge cause it'll be my first big run of a book, and I've already got several ideas on that I need to flesh out during winter break.

But yeah, it's a lot. I don't know for sure what I'll do after I graduate. I wanted to teach, but if I can't function on a steady schedule that'll be hard. But my professors don't seem concerned, and you can't throw a rock in Philly without hitting a UArts graduate, so I think it'll be okay. I like the program and the school a lot.

[purplew]

I have come to vent here because there's no one i can to irl, so , I'm in love w my roomate, who is straight,,,, and has a boyfriend,,,,,,,, and i never have a chance with her and like tbh it hurts so bad and her bf is a dick and i hate it here and like school is also bad and i have a ton of projects to do by next week and I don't have any more paint lmao and my sperm donor left me broke ffs and my si are getting so fucking bad i can't do this shit anymore pls end me i just want a hand to hold and a good night's sleep why does god hate gay ppl wHY

[just--another--daydreamer]

Bound Souls

» Izuku Midoriya x male reader

» Genre: Angst & Fluff » Requested (by @thatcucumberwhore): Soulmates with Midoriya and male reader? 👉🏼👈🏼😊  » Summary: Soulmate AU where soulmates share the same superpower. You were born quirkless and fall in love with the insanely powerful hero student Midoriya » Warnings: just some angst and crying » Words: 2.6k

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Soulmate AU where soulmates share the same superpower

“Are you Y/N from the General Education department? Class 1-C?” You closed your locker and turned around. A boy stood in front of you, a bit too close, which he noticed too and took a step back while muttering an apology under his breath. “Yeah, that’s me.” You looked the boy up and down. His tie was not tied properly, his green hair was a mess and he looked way too excited to see you while you had no idea who he was. Judging by the single button on the shoulder part of his uniform he belonged in the hero department.

“And you are…?” “Oh, of course, sorry!” The boy stood up straight before bowing shortly. “I’m Izuku Midoriya from class 1-A! I sent you an email about the tutoring yesterday!” “Ahh yeah I almost forgot about that!” You only vaguely remembered putting up a small ad on the school’s website, saying that you would be willing to help other students with different subjects and topics in school that they did not understand. Especially for students from the hero department it was not uncommon to need tutoring since most of them were way too focused on the practical part of being a hero and neglected basic things like maths or foreign languages.

You opened your backpack and pulled out your calendar. “It was English and maths, right? I’m free this afternoon, so we could meet at the café that’s quite close to the school’s entrance? You know which one I’m talking about?” Midoriya nodded, so you scribbled the time into your calendar. “Alright, I’ll see you after school then!”

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The warm air in the small café smelled sweet like cake and waffles when you entered. A few students from UA and other schools sat in groups and pairs at the tables with their faces either buried in books or enjoying something to eat while chatting. Midoriya was already there; he sat at a table next to a window, so you approached him.

“Have you been waiting for long?” Midoriya shook his head. The hero student had changed after school, he was now wearing an All Might hoodie. Nerd. You sat down and put your backpack on the empty chair next to you. Even though Midoriya had prepared himself for a longer and more relaxed stay at the café, and thus had ordered a drink as well as a snack, you got straight to the point.

“I’m willing to be your tutor, but according to your email you ranked fourth during your midterms? Why would you need tutoring for that?” You watched Midoriya’s face turn red. “Well, that has multiple reasons,” he started to mumble incoherently. “Don’t want to fall behind… Need to do my best… Then there was the-… and I wasn’t allowed in class…” You could not make much sense of anything but the last part. “You-” you pointed at Midoriya and narrowed your eyes. “-were one of the students fighting at night, weren’t you?” The colour of Midoriya’s face changed from light red to tomato red. “Y-yeah…” he sighed. “I didn’t miss many classes but all that’s on my mind is the practical hero stuff like fighting and I train that instead of studying for the other subjects. So, before the written exams, I always spend my time catching up and studying way too much and I want to change that. I need to work more on that stuff throughout the term, not last-minute.”

“I thought so.” You opened your backpack and pulled out a pencil and a notepad. “That’s a problem many hero students have, so I’m willing to help you with this!” Midoriya started smiling. “That’s great, thank you!” He reached into his own bag and put some books on the table. “Let’s get started then!”

Izuku Midoriya. Now that you were watching him rewrite his English essay for the third time, you remembered where you had seen him before. He had stood out at the sports festival as the kid who had broken all of his bones while using his quirk. Strong and effective but useless at the same time. You wondered if his soulmate had the same problems using their shared quirk. Shaking your head, you dismissed that thought.

Midoriya bit his pencil and furrowed his brows at his paper. “Can I help?” you offered and Midoriya nodded. “Did I use the correct tense here?” He slid his paper over to you and you skimmed his last sentence. “Looks fine to me. But I’d use a different word right here and here.” You drew circles around a few words. “Your English grammar is great, but your vocabulary needs work.”

“Alright, thanks!” Instead of getting back to work, Midoriya took a sip from his mug and looked at you. “You’re a great teacher,” he told you. “Are you considering becoming one?” The question caught you off-guard. You put your pencil down, sat back and thought about the question for a few seconds. “It’s not my first choice,” you admitted, “but that first choice won’t work out, so I’m considering becoming a teacher.” “Then what was your first choice?” “I wanted to become a hero. Like everyone else.”

Midoriya curiously cocked his head to the side. “Why didn’t it work out?” “’cause I’m quirkless,” you answered dryly. It was not something you liked talking about. Quirkless people were looked down upon more and more, and not being able to become a hero was not the only downside. “Oh, I’m sorry.” Your vis-à-vis said and looked down on his paper. “Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault after all.” “But I brought it up and you seem sad about it.” While that was true, you did not want him to feel guilty about it. So, instead of replying, you tapped on his paper with your pencil. “C’mon, fix that sentence!” Your student complied.

Your study session ended after two and a half hours, in which you had forced Midoriya to re-write his essay about four times. Even though you had dragged him through hell, he asked for your number and to meet you again in the future. Once you had stepped outside, Midoriya pulled out his wallet. “So how much for this lesson?” You looked at him, dumbfounded, before you began to laugh. “W-what’s wrong?” Midoriya lowered the hand that was holding the money when you raised your hands to mutely indicate that you did not want his money. “But it’s your time that you could spend in other ways!”

Even though he had a point, you shook your head. “Normally I’d take money, but I had a different idea,” you explained. “I’d like to ask you to teach me a thing or two about self-defence and fighting. It’s always useful, y’know?” “So you help me with my homework, and I help you train?” You nodded and offered Midoriya your hand. “Deal?” Midoriya shook your hand without hesitation. “Deal!” With that, you started walking back to the campus together.

Since it was getting dark, not too many people were out anymore. A few UA students were on their way back to campus as well, but you did not pay much attention to them. The two people who caught your eye were two girls standing in front of a park’s gates. One of them opened her hand and let her palm face upward. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, a flower grew out of the palm of her hand, glowing in a warm, white light that lit up both the girls’ faces. The other girl clapped before doing the exact same. Shared quirks. Soulmates.

You looked down at your own hands.

Besides not being able to become a hero, never finding your soulmate was the other downside of being quirkless. Sure, the number of quirkless people was low in your generation, but there still was not that one person you could find. It was not even proven if quirkless people had a soulmate like people with quirks, who shared one and the same ability with their soulmate. It was not looked down upon to be in a relationship with someone who was not your soulmate, in fact, platonic soulmates were a thing as well as dating someone who was not your soulmate and people embraced that idea. And sometimes you held onto that romantic thought of meeting your soulmate and growing old with them together, either platonically or romantically. But being quirkless made that impossible.

“Why did you stop walking? Are you alright?” Midoriya was a few steps ahead of you already when he stopped and looked back at you. “Y/N?” You tore your eyes away from the girls and forced a smile. “I’m fine, don’t worry!” As the sun finally set, you reached the dorms and said goodbye for the night.

After that, you continued to meet Midoriya for extra tutoring as well as basic fight training, and you started to become friends. Whenever you saw each other on the hallway, he smiled at you sweetly, and you even ate lunch together every now and then because he needed you to read over his homework before class.

The training with Midoriya was exhausting, the hero students had some insane workout routines that you could never dream of completing.

But like every week, there you were again in your PE clothes in the small park surrounding UA. Next to you stood Midoriya, currently telling you about the importance of stretching as you popped your joints with every single movement.

 After a while, Midoriya left you to do some push-ups while he activated his quirk to do some training on his own. He dropped his hoodie to the ground, exposing the many scars on his arms. It was not your first time seeing them, but they fascinated you every single time. Midoriya pushed himself so hard and got hurt so often, yet he never gave up on his dream of becoming a hero. You envied him a little – after all his quirk was insanely powerful. A sigh escaped you as you watched him from your planking position. “Are you done already?” Shit, Midoriya had caught you staring. A faint blush adorned his cheeks as he approached you, the green light from his quirk still surrounding him. “Yeah,” you lied, not having done a single push-up. You moved from your current position into a sitting one and Midoriya sat down as well.

“You didn’t do the push-ups, did you?” “You’re right, that was a lie,” you admitted. “You seem distracted, is there something on your mind?” Midoriya’s question caught you off-guard. “Of course, you don’t have to share, but I’m here to listen, if you’d like.” You nodded with a smile. “Thank you, Midoriya.” Taking a few deep breaths, you closed your eyes for a few seconds. The cool evening air smelled like grass and autumn, a calming scent that let you relax a little.

“One of my friends from class 1-C recently met her soulmate,” you told Deku. “Of course, I’m happy for her, she deserves it, but… but I’m jealous at the same time. People like her and you get to be happy with someone, but what about me? I-” you balled your hands to fists as tears dwelled in your eyes. “I’m just someone quirkless who’s doomed to never find someone, you know?” Before your tears started falling, you quickly wiped them away with your hand.

Midoriya looked at you with his brows furrowed. “You’re jealous of me? Because of the quirk I was born with?” His gaze fell on his hands. “Normally I don’t think about the soulmate thing too much, but- but I’ve fallen in love with someone born with a quirk.” Your breath got caught in your throat as you said it out loud for the first time. It was honestly surprising that you managed to admit that to yourself as well as to somebody else. Deku’s eyes shot up again and met yours.

“Oh,” he mumbled, “I’m sorry.” You let out a shaky sigh before you continued. “Deku, that person is you.” A sob shook your body. “But you have this amazing quirk, so I know that it’s already impossible, no matter what I do or what happens now that I told you.” Shock painted Midoriya’s face almost white. His mouth stood agape as he stared at you, no reaction. It was not like you had expected anything different to happen, but it still hurt. Your heart stung and the pain filled your whole chest.

Without your brain even telling your body to do anything, you got up and stood in front of Midoriya. “I’m sorry, forget it. I gotta go.” You turned around on your heels and made your way back to the dorms, stumbling across the grass with trembling legs. This was a nightmare. An actual nightmare. The cold breeze stung on your tear-stained cheeks, but the light of the dormitories was already in sight, promising warmth, and a blanket to hide beneath.

“Y/N! Wait!” You heard footsteps coming closer quickly and Midoriya’s voice yelling your name. “Please wait!” Your legs stopped walking by themselves and you came to a halt. “I- I-,” he struggled for words, but nothing came out, he just kept on stuttering incoherent words and sentences. He reached out and grabbed your hand loosely, but you still felt the way his fingers trembled. “Let me go, Midoriya.” With your free arm, you wiped the tears from your cheeks that had begun to fall again. “Please.” Your hand dropped to your chest and you clutched your shirt directly over your heart. It hurt. It hurt so damn much.

“No.” Midoriya’s voice was quite yet he was sure of what he said. “Y/N, I- that was a lie.” He panted slightly from running after you. “My quirk,” Midoriya sighed as his grip on your hand tightened a little. “I used to be quirkless!” It felt like time stopped around you, Midoriya’s yelling echoed in your head but you could not make sense of it. “What?” You turned around slowly. Midoriya’s eyes were red and filled with tears, and he seemed to struggle with keeping his composure.

“I was born quirkless,” he repeated, calmer this time. His hand let go off yours and limply dropped to his side. “Somebody else gave me my quirk.” “All Might,” you mumbled and Midoriya nodded in confirmation. “Yeah. I inherited his quirk One for All.” He shook his head shortly. “But that’s not important right now.” Midoriya took a step toward you.

“Y/N, I-” a blush crept up his neck and painted his cheeks in a soft pink. “-I believe that you are my soulmate.” For what felt like the hundredth time that day, your heart skipped a beat. “But- but quirkless people-” “-don’t have a soulmate?” Midoriya finished your sentence. “I don’t believe that. And even if I did, it wouldn’t stop me from… from…” The faint pink changed into a deep red. “…liking you…” Your breath got caught in your throat. “You’re joking, right?”

“No! I like you, Y/N,” Midoriya repeated, more confident this time. “And I didn’t say anything because I felt the same way about being quirkless as you do, and because I thought that someone somewhere received the same quirk as me, but that’s not the case. I was born quirkless and I fell for someone who was born quirkless too.” His lips quivered as he told you this, probably dwelling in memories. Midoriya took a step toward you.

“Y/N, it doesn’t matter if we actually are soulmates or not.” He reached out and took one of your hands in his once again. “It doesn’t stop me from liking you. Please, go out with me?” All you were able to do was giving him a short nod.

[pikapikabishes]

It's Okay Now(Kirishima x gn!Reader)

Disclaimer: all characters rightfully belong to their original creators, only thing that is mine is the plot. Also do not copy my writing. Thank you

Summary: Class 3A's Y/n was having a jolly day hanging out with the BakuSquad, including her amazing bf of over 6 months, Eijirou Kirishima, even with all the stress piling up, like a shaken soda bottle ready to burst, until said explosion finally happened. Triggered by the littlest, probably stupidest event

Warnings: anxiety (?), panic attacks, not eating for days, mentions death, suggestive themes, a bit of swearing

Mentions: mental breakdown, overworking oneself, starvation, hyperventilating, ugly crying, kiri being absolutely biggest sweetheart, daddy!Kiri breifly

A/n: this is my first fic on Tumblr so please be nice, and if you enjoyed it, like and comment

Everything hurt. My head, my eyes, my chest, my mind. I don't even know what happened. One minute I'm perfectly fine, having a good time with my friends, the next I'm in this situation.

Im sitting in the middle of my dorm on the floor, crying and sobbing over the smallest thing. I admit being stressed with everything going on in my life; with upcoming school exams , training every single day to improve my ultimate moves, and the biggest clicher... my dad's passing a couple months prior.

This whole time I've just been bottling it all up, trying my hardest to put up a brave front as to not worry my mom, who already has a lot on her plate, my friends and boyfriend, Kirishima. To be frank, I haven't even told my class or Kiri, keeping a bright smile as to not hint them in on my life crashing down around me. Some days are easy to keep up my smile, to let my mind focus on something else, and then there are harder days when everything reminds me of my dad.

I was real close to him, we did a lot of fun stuff together; going to amusement parks, going out to see movies we both were really excited to watch, going out to eat at our favorite restaurants.

It still doesnt feel real after all this time. It felt just like yesterday he was perfectly fine, we were celebrating my grandma's birthday, and literally the next day, I find him stiff and eerily still in his bed. And then everything crashing down on me as the paramedics regretfully tell me that my dad was no longer of this world, when I sob into the phone to my mom that my dad was gone, when I listened to my grandma's wails as my mom told her of her son's passing.

It all felt so surreal, like if I go over to see my grandma at her house, I'll see my dad sitting there in the living room, greeting me with his smile and warm hugs and kisses.

I sob harder as I remember all the times we watched Disney movies and me crying at some scenes as my dad happily comforts me. Buying me a toy from one of the movies I adored at the time. Him gifting me a puppy when he moved into a new neighborhood and I didnt have anyone to play with.

My head's pounding, a deep pressure in my brain, as I clutch tightly to the same doll he bought me all those years ago. My screams silent as I try to keep my classmates from finding me in such a pathetic state and worrying about me, my brain not processing that everyone was still at school. I fought to take control of my emotions again, wanting to be strong for my mom, grandma, and my friends. Unknowning of the pace of my breathing as I desperately tried to grasp my emotions.

My stress and anxiety climbing higher with each panicked breath. All those late nights I stayed up studying as much as I can for the midterm exams, catching up to me. I even forsaken eating as to study so I can at least get a passing grade. And the times I didnt spend studying was spent training to try and get my mind to focus on anything rather than fully face the reality that I no longer live in a world with my dad in it.

When was the last time I had a fulfilling meal? Three days?? And the time before that?? I dont even remember, the pounding in my head preventing me from thinking too much. All I can think about is what caused this stupid meltdown in the first place, my frustrations climbing higher with my stress and anxiety.

~~~

Today was one of those days where it was hard to keep up my smile for people. In an attempt to cheer myself up, I made myself the same lunch my dad and I used to make together for later, excited to eat as this was my first actual meal in days.

As I stroll down the hallways to meet up with Kiri and the rest of the BakuSquad, someone in a rush, bumps into me full force, causing me to fall and drop my lunch on the floor. I only had a moment to grieve as I see my precious lunch splattered all over the floor before the person that bumped into me uttered a measly, rushed "sorry" before hurrying on their way, stepping my lunch in the process.

I stayed there in my position on the floor, looking at my lunch with grief. I know it was stupid to start crying over something that can be replaced with something else that Lunch Rush made, but there the crocodile tears were. My heart and mind had wanted that lunch.

Without thinking I got up and ran out of school and towards the dormitories, deaf to the calls of my fellow 3A classmates and the incoming call on my phone.

~~~

I was brought back to the present by the sound of pounding coming from my dorm door. I was still fighting for control, not able to send a reply without my sobs mixing in with my voice.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" A familiar voice sounded through the door. Of course it would be Kiri to be checking up on me. "I tried calling you to see where you were, but you didn't answer. Tsuyu told me she saw you running off upset when I went to go looking for you."

For some reason I sobbed harder, barely able to keep quiet.

"Princess/Prince, please tell me what's wrong, I'm getting really worried."

He stayed quiet for a moment, anxiously waiting for my response. And of course my body betrays me when an ugly sob wracks through my very being, unable to quiet it down.

"Princess/Prince, are you crying?!" Kiri's voice carried his panic and worry. "I'm coming in!" He warned before slamming the door open.

I barely raised my head to meet his worried crimson eyes as his giant frame took up most of the doorway, frozen. His expression falls at the sight of the giant crocodile tears running down my face, distress written all over my expression.

Without saying anything, he rushed over to my side, his big, warm hand landing on my back, immediately rubbing gentle circles as to comfort me.

"Baby, what's wrong? Tell me," he asked, voice trying to soothe me. I shook my head, unable to say or utter a word and I dropped my head again, breathing erratic. "You're hyperventilating, baby. You need to try and calm down a bit."

More sobs was the only thing I responded with. Hearing some shuffling, a moment passed before a soft calming melody sounded through the storm in my mind, along with the sound of gentle falling rain. It was the same several hour music track that I would usually listen to when something was bothering me.

I've always loved the sound of falling rain and ocean waves.

Kiri dropped his phone to the floor, letting the music wrap us in its soothing melody. He brought his hand to my cheek to gently bring my face up and face him. His expression sad as he gets a better look at my distraught, of the crocodile tears streaming down my face, of the deep sadness in my eyes.

Letting his other hand to join my face, he gently wiped away my tears as I tried to control my breathing. "Baby, you have to calm down. It's okay now, I'm here," he said in a gentle voice, bringing me up onto his lap, and wrapping his strong arms around me.

I clutch onto his uniform jacket, burying my face into his chest as I sobbed away, ruining his uniform with my tears and snot.

He gently rocked the both of us, bringing one of his hands up to my head as he softly brushed his fingers through my hair. "Shhh, baby. It's okay. It's okay," he whispered in my ear.

I don't know how long we sat there, listening to falling rain, Kiri rocking us, whispering calming words into my ear before my breathing was back to normal and my sobs turning into sniffles. Even long after I've calmed down, Kiri still held onto me tightly, grounding me from the storm whirling in my mind.

Only when I lifted up my head from his chest to look up at him did he give me a soft smile, reaching up to brush away strands of hair from my face and eyes. Then, Kiri reached over to his phone, pausing the music before turning back to me.

"Feeling better?"

I slowly nodded my head, my voice hoarse as I finally managed to give a reply, "Yeah, a little bit."

"What happened back there?" Kiri asked, his brow furrowed in worry.

Tears were already welling up in my (e/c) eyes, my bottom trembling as I fought to hold back the tears. Kiri reached up one hand to hold my chin, his thumb softly brushing my bottom lip.

"Please baby, I hate seeing you so distraught," he told me, eyes full of concern as he continued to stroke my bottom lip, as if trying to coax the words to come out, to explain what was paining me so much so he can fix it.

"I-" I stuttered, sniffling back the tears. "I miss him."

"Miss who, baby?" Kiri asked, confused.

"M-my dad," I said, voice now shaky as the tears started falling again. "I m-miss him so much."

Kiri seemed to come to the conclusion that I might have only been extremely homesick. "Why dont you go visit him today then? It's Friday, so you can just stay with him for the weekend."

I violently shook my head. "I-I can't."

"Why not, baby?" He started stroking my back again to try and comfort me.

"H-he died! Two months ago!" I sobbed, pressing my face to his chest again.

"Oh fuck. Shit, I am soo sorry baby. Why didn't you tell me?" Kiri asked, hugging me tightly to him. "I would've been there for you."

"I-I didn't w-want to w-worry y-you," I cried.

Kirishima started rocking us both again, his grip on me tighter as if trying to hold me together. "Of course I'm going to be worried baby. I have been worried about you. I noticed you've been distancing yourself for a while now, but I didn't want to make you talk when you weren't ready. God, I'm so unmanly, not realizing that you were in so much pain all this time." He placed his hand on top of my head. "I am sooo sorry, baby."

I sniffled, shaking my head. "D-Don't be. I w-was the one who d-decided not to t-tell any of you g-guys. I-it's not your f-fault."

"But why didn't you tell us baby? You know we all would've been here for you."

I shrugged. "I-I just wanted to be s-strong for y-you guys. I d-didn't want to w-worry any of you."

"Oh, babe." He pulled back enough to look at me. "You are strong. But it's okay to lean on us, on mee. Just because you're crying, doesn't make you weak. You're mourning, and its okay to cry when you're mourning. It just shows how close you are with your dad and how much you're missing him."

"But... But it feels like my fault though," I cried.

"What do you mean?" His brows furrowed again in confusion.

"I... I was there that night. The night he passed." I wiped at the tears even though it was fruitless with how the tears continued to fall. "We were all happily celebrating my grandma's birthday. We were all laughing. And I went to sleep a bit late that night. I noticed how his was position in his bed when I got up to use the bathroom, but I didnt think any of it. My dad sits in that position sometimes, and I know that he goes to sleep way later than me. And when I woke up at 11 the next morning because of my grandma calling for me, I got up to see what she needed. You remember, that my grandma cant really move around that well anymore?" I asked him.

Kiri nodded his head, remembering that I helped my grandma when the two of us had dinner with my dad and grandma. "So when I got up and headed towards her room, I saw my dad in the same position. But figured he must've just fallen asleep... Then I went to use the bathroom after helping my grandma, and when I looked closer, I noticed how swollen his feet were. I... I knew my dad was always sick and his legs getting swollen all the time, but... I-I just didnt think I'd find him like that." I cried, covering my mouth as another sob wracked threw me. "Vomit... All over the blankets and his bierd... A blood clot hanging from his nose-"

"Shhh, its okay, baby" Kiri hushed me, rubbing my back, "If it's too much for you, you don't have to explain anymore."

After waiting for my breathing to stabilize again, I continued, "I... I just feel like if I had checked up on him before I went to bed... Maybe... Maybe the paramedics would've been able to save him..."

Kiri grabbed onto my shoulders to pull me away so as to look me dead in the eyes with a stern look. "Y/n, listen to me. It is not your fault," he said firmly. "Okay? It is not your fault. Sometimes these things happen."

"But-" I started, but he cut me off.

"No but's. Okay? I know I havent known him as long as you, but I could tell from the first time I met him that he was soo proud of you. And probably still is." His words made me cry harder, my bottom lip trembling again as I tried to pull myself together in front of this amazing man in front of me. "There's no need to beat yourself up over this," Kiri said, pressing a kiss to my forehead as I started bawling my eyes out again. Kiri started rocking us again, holding me tight as I let out all my sadness and anguish.

"Shhhh... It's okay... Everything's will be okay..." He mumbled in my ear. "Let it all out."

We stayed like that for the next hour as I let out all my suffering, the scent of his cologne, the comforting words, and the sound of the music track all lulling me to sleep, my mind and body too heavy to fight it off.

~~~

I woke up to a dark room, the sun long gone over the horizon. I blearily blinked my eyes open, feeling my tears dried over the skin of my cheeks. All of a sudden, a warm hand slides under my shirt, rubbing a thumb on my stomach. A face was then buried into the back of my neck, a soft pair of lips kissing at the skin.

"Morning beautiful/handsome," came Kiri's sleep filled voice

"Mmnn what time is it?" I mumbled.

Kiri pulled away for a moment, turning to reach behind him for presumably his phone on my nightstand. Squinting at the glare of the phone, Kiri gave me an answer, "7 o'clock at night, so its just about dinner time." Dropping his phone back onto the nightstand, he resumed his position of spooning me, completely dwarfing my body with his giant frame. "You haven't ate lunch right?"

I shook my head. "Or breakfast. Or dinner last night. Or any meals for the past few days."

"What?" Kiri shot up, glaring down at me. "And the time before that?"

I shrugged, my brain too drained to think of a solid answer. "Couple days."

"Y/n!"

"I know, I know. I shouldn't be skipping my meals everyday. I should eat at least once a day."

"Is that why you look thinner? Cause you've been skipping your meals??!"

I shrug at him. "I was busy studying for the midterms. Besides I never went 3 days without eating something."

"That's not the point!" Kiri rubbed his hand down his face before looking at me with worry. "You shouldn't be skipping any meals or overworking yourself like this." He reached over to brush a lock of hair away. "Babe, my heart hurts at the thought of you not taking care of yourself."

I place my hand on top of his, leaning into his touch. "I know... I'm sorry. I didnt mean to worry you like this. I just... couldn't come to terms with reality so I busied myself to make me forget the pain. On the bright side I came up with this new, awesome ultimate move I've been dying to show you," I said with some excitement, trying to cheer him up.

He scowled sternly at me for a moment before sighing, shaking his head, any trace of worry and frustration gone from his face as a small smile took over his lips. "Alright fine." But then the stern look came back as he firmly told me, "But I'm not letting you skip any meals anymore, even if I have to force you to eat. And you're not doing no studying or training this weekend."

"Wait, but-" I tried to counter, stopped when the stern look in his eyes intensified.

"No if's, and's or but's. Unless its yours up in the air as I fuck you so hard you wont be able to do anything this weekend but relax."

I blushed and swallowed loudly. "Good, now wait here while I go get you a plate. Bakugou's supposed to be cooking tonight." He leaned down to plant a kiss on my lips. Then another. Then another and another before pulling away only slightly to look into my eyes with that familiar dark look in his eyes, a smirk forming on his handsome face. "Maybe I should grab you two plates. You're going to need it for fuel for tonight."

My faced burned as I realized what he meant. He chuckled darkly before standing up and walking towards the door. "I'll be back in a few. And you better be stripped down to nothing by the time I get back." Turning back towards me with a seductive look. "Don't you worry about a thing, baby girl/boy. Daddy's going to take real good care of you this weekend." Then he opened the door and stepped out, closing the door behind him.

I gulped loudly, already feeling that familiar heat down below.

It was going to a long weekend.

[lilikags]

Take My Hand | Kita Shinsuke

ೃ‧₊› about  this  post ° ➮ Pairing: Kita Shinsuke x reader ➮ Oneshot ➮ Tags: death of a character, angst, comfort (?), a little bit of fluff at the end ➮ Word Count: 2452 ➮ Lyric Prompt: Sinking, falling into despair, a hand reached out and broke through my fears [part of my Promise oneshot series] 

Midterms- something you, and everyone else dreaded. It was one of the two major grades that mattered, and if you messed up, you were pretty screwed. Everyone was scrambling to study, including you. You ran throughout campus, from one end to another, while trying to review the notes and study guides you had made in preparation. There was only a couple of weeks left to study before the tests, and there was way too much to study.

You were just getting to class, when you heard your phone vibrate. It was a call; you’d probably answer later. What if it was something important? No, you’re just anxious because of midterms… you know what? I’ll see who it is first.

When you saw who it was, your eyes widened and you instantly pressed the accept button. Your heart raced as you heard the voice which the phone was connected to. You didn’t know who it was, or what their name was. However, you knew what they were saying was most likely true, but you hoped it was a lie. You hoped it was a dream. It needed to be. You couldn’t go to class. It wasn’t like there was a presentation anyways; anything else comes after. 

You hated that the person’s voice sounded like they’d said this a million times before. Well, they probably have. It was their job after all, to bring people like you this news- news that would make their heart tremble and render everything which previously seemed to be important irrelevant. 

“I have to go…” you told your friends, and you rushed off to the parking lot, where you had parked your car earlier this morning. You were scared- definitely. Suddenly, you started worrying about all the things you usually didn’t bat an eye about. It was definitely at least paranoia, but you couldn’t help but feel it. It might just be more, more than paranoia, perhaps a mixture of panic, overthinking, and worry. 

“Mom, Dad-” you couldn’t figure out what to say. You were all thinking the same thing; it didn’t need to be said. You hugged the two of them. You were all experiencing this, and there was nothing more important than (sister’s name). She had gotten into an accident- on her way to work, she’d been hit by someone- they were also in the hospital. A T-bone accident, apparently.

It wasn’t rocket science to figure out it was deadly; the sides of the car were less protective than the front or back. It was probably negligence, but you couldn't help but feel that the person who hit her was at fault. In fact, it was a fact in your mind. They caused your sister this pain, and they should pay for it. You didn't even know who it was, what their name was, or who they were- you didn’t care. Someone who caused your family this pain didn’t deserve a second of your thoughts.

There were chairs near her room, and you and your parents waited there. Every second felt like a minute, the tears from your parents eyes never stopped. You didn’t know why you couldn’t cry; you wanted to, so bad. Maybe it was a sign, that she’d be alright and you didn’t need to cry. Or maybe you were just hopeful, that she’d survive and everything would be fine and the way it was, that this event didn’t make an impact on your life. 

“I’m sorry, but (sister’s name) didn’t make it,” you heard a nurse stop by, with a disappointed look in her face. You could see the guilt in her eyes; she must’ve tried her best. But that didn’t matter. Whether the doctors tried their best or what, it was the results that matter. What they were supposed to do was save (sister’s name)’s life, and they couldn’t do it. 

The tears made your eyes red, but you didn’t care. It would be weird for you if you couldn't cry, after hearing that. You put down your phone- in fact, you turned it off. You didn’t want to be near anyone but your parents. The three of you cried for each other, and eventually you went back home. 

It was after dinner that you turned your phone on again. Dinner was (sister’s name)’s favorite food, something that your mom had to make. You couldn’t blame her, everyone missed her already. You hadn’t even said goodbye to her this morning; you were too busy looking over your notes. You regretted that. You should’ve told her, “Good luck,” when she left- maybe that would’ve saved her. Who knows. But you couldn’t turn back time- what happened can’t be reversed. 

It started to feel lonely. You had your parents near you at home, in their room, but you didn’t want to disturb them. You didn’t know, maybe they needed some time for themselves. Maybe you needed time for yourself. You didn’t really know anymore. When you logged into your phone, you could see the notifications. You were hesitant to tell them about it. Maybe it was best to keep this to the family, but they’d find out anyways, sooner or later. You didn’t know, but you felt you needed someone to talk to. 

Some of your closer friends knew (sister’s name). She’d hung along sometimes. You’d viewed it as somewhat annoying- this was your time with your friends, so why did she have to come along? Nonetheless, it was still quite a fun time for you. In fact, your friends really liked your sister. She wasn't much older than you; she was only a couple of years older. 

Speaking to someone who didn’t really know you sounded really appealing. They wouldn’t pry; it’d be rude of them to. They wouldn’t get super emotional either; you didn’t want that. You just needed someone to listen to you, and say something, like they kind of cared, but they weren’t distressed by the situation. Making them distressed would only make you guilty, after all. 

You: Hi, Kita. 

Kita Shinsuke: Hello, (Y/N).

You were glad that he didn’t question anything. Perhaps he didn’t know what was going on. Or maybe he didn’t care that much, but you already started the conversation. When your phone buzzed while you were thinking of what to say, it seemed he wanted to start the conversation instead.

Kita Shinsuke: Are you alright? Everyone’s worried about you. 

You: … i don’t know

You: i don’t think i’m ready to tell everyone yet about it

Kita Shinsuke: If you don’t want to tell everyone about it, that’s fine. If you feel comfortable telling me, I won’t tell anyone. Don’t feel bad about it.

You: thanks

You: think we could call? 

Kita Shinsuke: Of course.

You were a little unsure about this, but you already asked to call him. You knew you needed to talk to someone about it, and you don't know why you chose Kita. Perhaps it was because he was next to you in each class you took, but you never really talked to him. Maybe that’s why you felt he knew you and you felt you knew him, but you knew you didn’t really know any facts about each other. It was just a feeling you felt that he kind of understood you, but he didn’t really know you- and that was what you needed at the moment. 

You hovered over the call button, and you finally pressed it. It didn’t take long for him to answer at all. 

“... Hey.”

“Hello, (Y/N).” 

“So, uhm…” You took a moment of silence to gather your words. Now that you were actually telling someone, it took a bit of courage to actually say it. It wasn’t easy to tell someone this right away; there were other people who deserved to know before him- but you didn’t want to deal with their grief until you were better, even just a little better. 

“(sister’s name) died today… she’s-” you took a moment to correct that, “she was my sister.”

“I’m sorry for yer loss.” 

You didn’t know why you were disappointed with that reaction. What else was there to say, though? There wasn’t really anything else though, unless they knew the person. He couldn’t say “Oh, she was a great person”, because the two of you know he never knew her. In fact, he’d never met her, so you were absolutely sure. 

“She got into an accident- a T-bone, apparently,” you continued. You continued to tell all about her. You couldn’t have pictured yourself talking about (sister’s name) this way even yesterday. You had no idea she’d be gone in such a short amount of time, and the thought had never come to mind. 

“And I should’ve said ‘Good luck’ this morning to her- maybe that could’ve helped her-” your voice became more and more desperate as you kept talking- you’d switched from what was great about (sister’s name) to what you should’ve done- what you’d regretted. 

“(Y/N),” Kita interrupted. He was never the type to interrupt anyone, so this took you by surprise, and it even made you just a little hurt. You were talking, so he shouldn’t interrupt you.

“Yer not at fault here.” 

You didn’t know what to say to that. There were so many things you could’ve done that could’ve possibly prevented it- wasn’t it your duty to protect the things you had, before they were gone? 

You listened to Kita talk, and you couldn’t say anything back. It all made sense; there was no way you could have possibly known. That night, you went to sleep with just a little emotion. There was maybe something you needed to do, and you’d be able to do it tomorrow. 

The sticky notes on your desk reminded you that you had midterms to study for, and you dragged yourself out. The emptiness returned when you remembered you couldn’t see (sister’s name) rubbing her eyes as she walked out of her room. 

“Morning…” you greeted your parents, with a bland tone, which in the same tone they responded with. All of your eyes were still puffy from tears, and no one could blame you. You made a bit of breakfast that day, and you headed out to school, taking just a little with you. 

“(Y/N)! Are you okay?” your friends asked you. You saw the group chat messages sent yesterday, and it warmed your heart that they were worried about you, that they cared. Of course, you felt a little guilty not telling them. They could also see from your eyes that you’d been crying, and that was a bit of an alarm- something definitely happened, and there was no hiding it. 

“Mhm… I’ll tell you after class… don't worry about it,” you responded to them. 

“Are ya okay with telling them?” Kita asked. 

“Mhm… I feel guilty not telling them. She was their friend too…” you responded, not even paying attention to the professor. You felt a little guilty for that, as you were paying for that, but you just couldn’t at the moment.

“How- how do I tell them about it?” you asked. You were unsure of how you were going to break it to them, and you couldn’t remember how you told him about it last night. 

You spent the entire class period talking about it, rather than paying attention. This seemed more important anyways.

You met your friends outside, and since there was some time before your next class and your friends had a bit more time than you, you decided to go to a place with not many people.

“So, (sister’s name) got into an accident,” you told them up front. 

“Huh-” you heard your friends’ surprised reactions.

“She didn’t make it…” 

You could see your friends tear up, and all of their faces turned pensive. You could tell they were sad about it, and you’d be lying to yourself if you thought that you weren’t jealous that they wouldn’t be as affected as you. Of course, it was natural, though. 

You cried too, and you were grateful that Kita had brought tissues with him. You ended up using his entire package, which surprised no one. Later, though, you bought him a pack of tissues as a thanks, and he said you could keep it. He insisted, so you just kept them. 

So, over the next few weeks, your friends got more protective of you. They noticed that your parents weren’t doing as well either, and they often came to your house to cheer you up- there were some sleepovers and a party for surviving midterms, which helped a lot. It relieved your parents that you had friends who would do this for you, and they were happy for you. 

Kita often accompanied you home, as being alone just felt too lonely. Your thoughts were the only ones with you, and you didn’t need them at the moment. You appreciated that a lot- and you figured that he was just nice enough to help you out and spend time with you. Perhaps he pitied you. You didn't mind; you knew you were kind of pitiful in your state at that time. He was more helpful that you thought he would be when you first texted him. He was actually great at advice, and you were eternally grateful. He was even extremely kind to your parents as well, and they enjoyed having him around. Meeting him at college was definitely something you never regretted. 

So, you and your friends went to loads of places to try to cheer you (and themselves) up. You smiled much more during that time, and you were happy that you were able to have fun. You certainly did miss (sister’s name), but you couldn’t be hung up on her forever. There was nothing you could do to bring her back, but at least she’d live on in your memories. 

When you thought about it, the years passed by pretty quickly. You couldn’t imagine yourself really far in the future, probably because you didn’t want to feel old. However, this was a day that you had been waiting for. It was a lot of people’s dreams, and you were experiencing it. Lots of people did too, but it was special for everyone. 

Growing dependent on someone is something that happens gradually. For you, it happened over the course of college. You were glad that it happened, because he got you through it- your parents too; he was supportive of your parents too, and they really came to appreciate that as well. 

It was really Kita Shinsuke who brought you out of the dark, whose hand reached out and broke through your fears.

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wenrene fanfic masterpost

(last updated 15/07/2020)

(these are all from ao3, i can try and make one from aff too if anyone wants it, but i don’t really read on there) 

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let's get away tonight by daybreaking - “you should really stop showing up like this,” joohyun reprimands, wry and dry, but her hands are reaching out to take the spare helmet anyways. “my parents will know about it someday.” seungwan just grins under her helmet, cheeks full and pressing against the insides of it. she pats the space behind her on the motorcycle. “yeah, someday.”

oneshot, 3,341 words, highschool au

i'll be your naughty girl & i got to have ya babe by throwaway18 - seungwan thinks joohyun is too much of a prude to be able to beat her in a dance-off. and joohyun is certain she's the only person capable of getting into seungwan's nerves.

oneshot, 6,800 words, dancer/rivals au

much ado about nothing by numot94 (futureplans) - seungwan's front-door neighbour is the most beautiful woman she's ever seen, and one day she'll definitely work up the courage to ask her out. in the meantime, though, she'd be happy to get through a conversation without embarrassing herself.

39 chapters, 180,319 words, neighbour au (this is simply gorgeous, one of the best wenrene fics of all time in my opinion, again highly suggest reading their other wenrene fics)

tell me why my gods look like you (and tell me why it’s wrong) by irwens - joohyun waits tables. seungwan is a cook. they work at the same restaurant.

oneshot, 3,333 words, restauraunt au

when you move, i'm moved by birdii (birdmint) - when you're an idol dating a ballet dancer, finding time to appreciate each other is difficult. seungwan and joohyun do their best.

oneshot, 2,195 words, ballet/solo-artist au

playing pretend by xpenguinqueenx - yeri needs a fake girlfriend to meet her parents, and wendy agrees to fill the spot, but mostly because she wants to eat her yogurt in peace. irene is not enthusiastic about their new 'relationship.'

oneshot, 10,026 words, ordinary-life au

this structure fell about our feet (and we were free to go) by redcapesarecoming - the seven times irene and wendy met in an airport

oneshot, 4,740 words, airport au

recessional by birdii (birdmint) - seungwan calls joohyun for a ride to the airport. it's the first joohyun has heard from her in five years.

oneshot, 4,045 words, modern au

rain will make the flowers grow by 8moons2stars - after red velvet splits up, joohyun and seungwan find each other again.

5 chapters, 5,334 words, canon-divergence au (highly suggest reading this author’s other wenrene fics too)

death of the author by numot94 (futureplans) - all seungwan wanted was to escape reality at least for a little while and go live in some fairy tale where everything goes right and everybody’s happy. still, she didn’t expect it to actually happen! now that she’s found herself in the fairy tale kingdom overnight, she’ll do her best to keep the story on track and make sure princess joohyun gets her happily ever after with the prince. of course, nothing is ever that simple, is it?

11 chapters, 35,134 words, fantasy au

the purity club by changdeol - joohyun bae is the president of their school's christian union who thinks she has all the answers. seungwan son proves her wrong.

37 chapters, 152,278 words, highschool au

sweet like honey by hyunsvelvet - son seungwan is in desperate need of a job. when she gets hired as the new secretary for up and coming forensic lawyer bae joohyun, who has developed a habit of firing secretaries, she's determined to keep this job. she pictured joohyun to be cold and distant, but upon meeting her seungwan can't help but notice her warm personality and begins to wonder how she's the same person known for firing secretaries after hiring them just weeks before.

25 chapters, 48,900 words, lawyer au

and i could see for miles, miles, miles by jisooosname - based off of the prompt: in which joohyun runs an advice podcast show and one day, seulgi asks for her advice and she gives an advice so bad that seungwan hunts her down

oneshot, 5,547 words, college radio-host au (fluff and good feelings all around, a very adorable read)

never mind your bleeding heart by numot94 (futureplans) - the first time seungwan saw joohyun, she’d just turned 13 and the older girl was 14, a few weeks away from her birthday. she fell in love instantly.

3 chapters, 32,742 words, childhood au (yes yes i know another numot fic, but god their writing is amazing i can’t help but suggest it cause i just love everything they write)

hey jealousy by fated_addiction - "you know they're not dating." or when wendy struggles with definitions.

oneshot, 1188 words, canon au (i have a thing for this author’s introspective writing. it’s like a drug, also i’m a sucker for lowercase. highly suggest their semicolon and check one series)

a kiss (to build a dream on) by seungvvannie (galaxygerbil) - there are other things and other people that should fill up Irene’s time, but maybe… maybe just for now, it can be her in Irene’s heart. just her on irene’s mind. everything else can wait until tomorrow. wendy just wants tonight.

oneshot, 3,845 words, fallout au

pisces by espressochoreom - in which a 24-year-old joohyun is at a laundromat on a gloomy tuesday morning when she recognizes someone across her washer. it's none other than the girl who had her earnestly question her sexuality in high school—son seungwan. the last time joohyun heard from her was six years ago, months after they graduated from high school, when she told her that she was planning to move and stay in canada for good. but of course, that's not the case anymore. seungwan happens to be in the same laundromat building, and from there they attempt to catch up where they left off. the awkwardness is so consistent; it's laughable.

oneshot, 2,447 words, laundromat au (kinda)

vague hope by beatosuffers - irene only knows one thing: emotions are prohibited.

oneshot, 6,475 words, nier:automata au

yesterday, today, tomorrow by sparksfly7 - there are two new girls this year. one is tall and round-cheeked and sweet-looking. the other one – from canada, with her collection of instruments and powerhouse voice – won’t leave irene alone.

oneshot, 2,796 words, canon au

let it shine by sparksfly7 - “it’s just – i planned to talk more, to give people a good impression, but…” irene trails off, clearly frustrated. “i don’t know.” she drops her head, her hair falling over her face. even the pink streaks in it look duller, as if her mood has washed out the dye. “there was nothing wrong with how you acted.” wendy sits down next to her on the bed. “being quiet isn’t a bad thing.”

oneshot, 2,064 words, canon au

see you soon by leirskald - seungwan tries to be okay with everyone leaving for the new year's holiday, but it's hard when she's the one left behind.

oneshot, 1,237 words, canon au

trust these butterflies by rosybutterflies - the circus just isn't that fascinating for irene bae anymore, having been in it since she was young. but the butterflies in her stomach tell her otherwise every time she's with one of the newbies, son seungwan.

2 chapters, 17,527 words, circus au

in her eyes by blkvelvets - now is definitely not the time to get hooked on a dumb freshman with a smile that could light up planets.

oneshot, 2,387 words, highschool au

i wanna come home to you by newboldtrue - irene says, “thanks for not thinking i’m a serial killer. i guess.” “thanks for letting me throw up the worst new year’s eve of my life in your apartment,” room 53 returns, and irene cracks a tiny smile at that. or, irene doesn't know her upstairs neighbor, really, but it's 5am and she won't stop ringing the doorbell;

oneshot, 1,599 words, neighbours au

the scent of you by ashensprites - seungwan, a private investigator, is hired to find a child who went missing almost 15 years ago.

16 chapters, 38,253 words, private investigator au

the downfalls of procrastination by lovelines (alliwantisthetruth) - fun fact #1 : seungwan has exactly 3 midterms coming up this week. fun fact #2 : seungwan has not started to study for any of her midterms. fun fact #3 : joohyun might kill her before she has the chance to sink her gpa. college au where seungwan is a smart but hot mess(TM) and joohyun cannot tolerate messes but for her, she does. somewhat.

oneshot, 1,413 words, university au

close your eyes, see through mine by sindubu - "her name is joohyun, and if that were the case...." her heel comes up to rub at the bridge of her nose. "why is she even here?" junior shrugs. "the intricacies of repressed lesbianism, my young, sapphic friend, is shockingly not in my field of expertise."

4 chapters, 9,070 words, conversion therapy au

feel my heart come undone by sindubu - wendy is homesick.

oneshot, 1,390 words, canon au

Ongoing

i’m different by throwaway18 - when wendy returns to seoul, being mistaken as a homeless person has been far from her expectations.

6/? chapters, 27,871 enemies to lovers/baker au

my heart and this night (makes this game flicker) by daybreaking - seungwan just got dumped and her roommate is trying to make her feel better by playing cards with her, but she just keeps winning and whispering, "sorry."

4/? chapters, 33,782, university au (an absolute favourite of a fic, it is so so good)

colored out the line by baechuzz - it’s been a while since joohyun had seen sooyoung blooming with happiness and love since her soulmate died. so when joohyun met wendy for the first time and during their handshake, a little dandelion blossomed on her wrist—she decided not to say a word and step back on the sidelines. even if wendy was her soulmate.

4/5 chapters, 27,628 words, soulmate au

somebody wants you by winterbreath - wendy doesn’t need anybody to tell her that this is a bad idea but she needs something to draw attention to the coffee shop; and irene needs a pretend-girlfriend. except Irene is a brat—and can someone please just send wendy to hell.

12/? chapters, 71,840 words, fake/pretend relationship au (another one i love a lot, definitely suggest reading this author’s other fic too, especially their all this love series)

shared space by sapphicirene - seungwan needs a new roommate, and joohyun is searching for an apartment. joohyun wonders if it's bad luck or fate that draws her back to seungwan after all these years.

4/? chapters, 11,259 words, college au (i’m not going to lie, this hasn’t been updated since 2018-12, but the chapters that are written are very lovely, so i think it’s worth a look!)

tea party for two by scarletstring - as a veteran female escort, wendy expects to be between the sheets, receive her pay, and then leave -- all within the hour. but wendy can't tell if this particular client knew that when she was spending her time preparing her tea instead of telling her to take her clothes off.

8/? chapters, 114,713 words, female escort au

noisy thoughts by scarletstring - irene moves in to her new apartment, where she meets her interesting roommate.

15/? chapters, 172,654 words, college au (scarlet is currently on hiatus, but their fics are one of the best things you could read)

just my cover, sweetheart by newboldtrue - wendy threw a disbelieving glance at the woman in her passenger seat. “have i had lunch? i just attended my own funeral, haven’t much been in the mood for eating.” or, son seungwan is leaving her life as a hitman in the past--but when a dead woman criticizes her epitaph and offers her one last job, she finds herself agreeing to help. wendy isn't quite sure what she's signed herself up for.

6/? chapters, 14,319 words, 1950s hitman au (hasn’t been updated in AGES, since 2018-08, but it is honestly a really worthwhile read)

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Soulmate

Werewolf Erik Imprints on OC.

I don’t know what to do with this but I decided to post because it’s been sitting in my google drive for about a month now and I know Halloween is in two days so if you want you can read what I have written thus far. I may or may not finish with all the other things I have to complete.

Warnings: Fluff, slight humor, mentions of smut.

Theme: Halloween, supernatural, College

It was the middle of the Fall Semester at Florida A&M. The weather wasn’t too bad, around 80 degrees during the afternoon and dropping to as low as 72 in the evening. Currently, Erik was studying for his upcoming Advanced Physics midterm. The Kappa Alpha Psi house was relatively quiet and this gave him the perfect opportunity to study before his brothers came in to disturb him. Erik took his blue highlighter, highlighting a passage before recapping it. He flipped to the next page, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses to read. As much as he loved physics and engineering his mind just wasn’t there. It was the middle of October now and his focus on knowledge wasn’t as interesting as he’d hoped for. This time of the year wasn’t always the best for him ever since he was twenty years old. That’s when his life changed. 

“Thermodynamics and heat transfer.”

He read the topic while rubbing his sleepy eyes, AirMax covered feet tapping the floor to help him stay alert. 

“Fuck, I can’t read this shit right now.” 

Erik angrily closes his book, sliding it away from him, causing his calculus materials to fall over onto his desk. He leans back in his reclining desk chair, eyes to the swirling ceiling fan within his room. It wasn’t like he didn’t get the information, he knew it like the back of his hand. He just needed a distraction from her. 

People on campus called her Poison Ivy; she was a lot to handle and Erik hadn’t noticed that until yesterday when something that he didn’t expect to happen, happened.

Ivy Crow. She was a journalism major. Ivy wrote for the school news column and she was also an activist on campus. Sometimes her protests didn’t go so well and other times her podcasts could piss people off but that’s who she was. You couldn’t miss her on campus with her goth aesthetic and camcorder in hand. Ivy was now Erik’s weakness. He needed to talk to someone about this, and the only person he could think of was his friend Trevor. Erik rises from his seat, grabbing his cross-body bag, shooting Trevor a quick text before exiting his bedroom.

He instructed for Trevor to meet him at the library in the ancient literature section since no one went there anyway. Erik made it there before Trevor, looking about him with sharp eyes to be sure that no one was around. He paced, impatient and antsy. He hadn’t seen Ivy all day. His body couldn’t stand it. This overpowering desire for her made him hungry as well. If he was hungry for regular food now he was afraid of what he would be hungry for at midnight…

“Erik? What’s going on I had to skip out of class.”

Trevor was a programming major, tall, skin like midnight, one eye blue and the other brown. Girls swooned over him. 

“My bad man, I got a problem.” 

Trevor grabs Erik by the shoulder, pulling him further into the aisle of books. It was dustier back against the window.

Trevor lowers his voice, “Is it a Lycanthrope thing?”

Erik hated when Trevor refers to it as that. He kisses his teeth, letting out a sigh of frustration.

“Why can’t you just say Werewolf?!” Erik argues.

“Whatever, is this what I’m here for?”

“Yeah.” 

“Did you shift and get lost somewhere you weren’t supposed to be? Remember I saved your ass from nearly dying when you landed in a trap with silver near fucking New Orleans.”

Erik could still feel the scars from that on his back. If it wasn’t for Trevor, Erik would probably be dead. His back was scarred badly from that, deep gashes diagonally across his back.

“No, I haven’t shifted in two days.”

“Two days? Why?” 

Erik looks down at his sneakers, “Some weird shit happened to me…”

Trevor waited for Erik to speak. He figured Trevor would know more since he’d been a werewolf since birth. It was a family curse.

“So, I was on my way to my calculus class when a rally was going on. You know, that rally about making sure ‘blackface’ doesn’t happen for Halloween this year.”

Two Days Ago: 

“Catch you later, bro. You know we got that party before the hazing process.”

Erik shoulders his backpack, flashing his sexy dimples, “Y’all niggas partying before the hazing? That’s some new shit.”

His fellow Kappa brother shrugs before wrapping his arm around a random chicks shoulder, “Gotta warm them, boys, up first before the fun begins.”

He shared the Kappa hand sign with his brothers before walking away towards his class. He already missed a few for his own selfish reasons so he couldn’t afford to miss another. As Erik walked he noticed a large group of students- mostly black students crowd around a gothic chick and her protest friends, holding up signs reading “BAND BLACKFACE” Erik never really invested his time into these protests because he felt like they wouldn’t change anything but the sound of her loud voice brought his eyes to her.

And that’s what did it.

He felt as if he was gravitationally pulled towards her while glowing heat filled his veins. The class suddenly became secondary. On second thought, everything became secondary to him at that moment. He couldn’t explain it but the overpowering feeling made him want to stand there and watch her. Erik had a deep need and desire to support this girl and even protect her if someone went against what she had to say. His knees buckled, Erik stumbling a little and catching strange looks from some of the students. A few white students at Florida A&M looked frustrated with her words and that made Erik’s inner wolf growl. His eyes even turned golden without his control. He blinked, afraid that someone would notice.

“NO BLACK FACE FOR HALLOWEEN!!! It’s just as disrespectful as dressing up as an Indian!”

“She needs to shut up. She’s such a freak.”

Erik caught that and the person was on the other side of the crowd. He growls, his mind confused but his actions uncontrollable.

“She just needs some dick. She’s embarrassing us, black girls. I mean, none of these white people care about that. They wouldn’t even be dumb enough to try that.”

He felt deep disgust and rage from those words. He didn’t even know the girl and he hated the way those girls talked about her. He decided to look at her again, just focus on her to make him feel better. She talked with a sense of power, her movements confident and no care in the world that people saw her being a goth or that they thought she was a “freak of nature.” 

Without being able to explain it himself, Erik walked through the crowd and towards her direction, standing at her feet while she stood on the top steps in front of the main student services building. Erik looked at her like she was a goddess. Before he could stop himself, he climbed those stairs, taking his place next to her, clapping his hands loudly and cheering her on. 

Ivy pauses mid-speech with the megaphone pressed to her lips, eyeing Erik bizarrely. 

“Aye! Don’t tell her to calm down she preaching the truth right now!” Erik yells down at a group of snickering students who clearly still lived like they were high schoolers. They had a long way to go.

“If you are not angry, you are not paying attention!” At this point, he was yelling out anything to support Ivy. What he thought he was doing the right way he was only pissing her off. Erik didn’t know a thing about Ivy and how she hated when people disrupted her protests, especially when it was a guy who didn’t even know she existed. 

Erik snatches a sign from one of Ivy’s friends, holding it up proudly. 

“Who the fuck are you?” Ivy finally speaks, not realizing the megaphone was still pressed to her mouth.

Erik lowers the sign, flashing a charming smile at her. He looked her over with an impressive eye before putting his hand out for her to shake.

“I’m Erik.”

Ivy looks from his hand to his face, “Ivy.” 

Erik awkwardly lowers his hand, “You’re a fucking badass, Ivy.” 

She blinks with sass, “really?” 

She didn’t by that. This entire situation was strange. 

“Yeah…”Erik felt that same heat in his blood. This girl, Ivy, was driving him crazy.

“Fuck these people, you can tell me about it I’ll listen.” 

She laughs, pretty smile with lips colored blood red. The spiked choker around her neck along with the spikes in her ears made her look dangerous. Little did she know, Erik was even more dangerous.

“The less I care, the happier I am.” 

She looked down at the steps, a frappe tossed at her feet with the liquid staining her platform doc martens. Erik looked down as well, eyebrows creasing with anger.

“It’s okay, Erik. I look at people sometimes and think...really? That’s the sperm that won.” Ivy simply shakes her head, lowering her megaphone. The crowd began to scatter and Ivy turns away from Erik, talking to her friends and instructing them to pack up and meet her for podcast talk.

Erik was compelled to help as well, grabbing posters and stacking them neatly. Not only did Ivy give him a strange look but her friends did as well. 

“Are you feeling well, frat boy?” She placed the back of her hand to his forehead, Erik almost losing his control if it wasn’t for his impressive already controlled nature. He was a beast of the night, he had to keep it together. 

“Maybe we should reintroduce ourselves,” she held out her hand covered in silver rings. Luckily, Erik was in his human form. 

“I’m Ivy Crow, I run on caffeine, sarcasm, and inappropriate thoughts.”

Erik smiles, shaking her hand and enjoying the warmth. Since when did a chick make him delirious?

“I’m Erik Stevens. Kappa, science wiz, irresistibly handsome.” 

“That you are,” Ivy had eyes she could see Erik was clearly a looker.

“So you like what you see then?”

Ivy shrugs, looking away, “Don’t get your hopes up, Erik.”

“Why? I mean, a girl like you can use a guy like me in your life.” 

Ivy raises a single brow, “I see, you’re one of those niggas who think by flashing a smile and flirting with me you’ll get some pussy?”

“Nah, I mean…” 

“No need. I know what this is about,” Ivy turns away with a pained expression, grabbing her bag to leave. Erik was bothered by that rejection, following her down the steps.

“Aye? What the hell did I do?”

Ivy turns to him, a glare on her face, “My middle finger salutes you right now.”

Erik felt like his world was crashing down around him. Ivy being upset with him couldn’t happen. 

“Why are you mad right now? We were starting off cool.”

“I may not be the girl that everyone wants but at least I’m not the girl that everyone’s had.”

Erik understood then. She thought that he was implying that she needed him in her life to feel accepted because of who she was. 

“Look,” Erik lets out a calming breath, “can we start over? I’m not the type of guy you think I am. I’m not tryna get to know you for the wrong reasons, Ivy.” 

Ivy looked distant for a second until her shoulders relaxed. She folded her arms across her chest, eyeing Erik cautiously.

“I’m sorry,” Ivy pinches the bridge of her nose, “I just have a history of fuck-ups with guys.”

Ivy starts walking, motioning for Erik to follow along. He does, the pain in his chest subsiding.

“It’s just...you come out of fucking nowhere and you help me at my rally? It’s so fucking confusing.”

Erik was still confused. 

“I’m confused too believe it or not.” 

He needed to figure out what was going on, maybe it’s a werewolf thing. It is getting closer and closer to Halloween. Maybe he’s just having a strong sexual craving and he could see that in Ivy as well. It could be that Erik needed to fuck Ivy before a shift to sedate him. 

“I don’t know you well, Erik, and I’m not good with people.” 

Erik wasn’t either, he preferred to be a loner.

“I guess that makes two of us, Ivy Crow.”

“Ew, people,” Ivy cringes, causing Erik to laugh.

“Uh, is it cool if I have your number?”

Erik needed to communicate with her when she wasn’t around. In under twenty minutes he felt like he needed to hear from her. 

“Sure, frat boy, I feel like you’ve earned it.”

Ivy pulls out her cell, followed by Erik, both of them exchanging numbers. 

“Cool. I can hit you up later, right?”

Ivy simply shrugs, “that’s if my fingers aren’t preoccupied, frat boy.” 

That sexual innuendo made the burning desire within him growl. His inner wolf wanted badly to spring free. What was it about this girl that had him weak in the knees and ten times more aware? Her scent was unique, very sweet smelling like berries. It made his mouth water. 

“Listen, I'd love to chat but I have a podcast later that will more than likely stir shit up on campus.” 

Ivy backs away, Erik’s eyes scanning from her white crop top with the word “Salem” down to her tight black jeans that hugged her generous curves down to her Doc Martens. 

“I’ll make sure to tune in, Baby girl, what time?”

Ivy looks at him strangely, “1:00”

Erik gives her a farewell smile, never turning to leave as he watched her disappear. He stood there until her smell was gone, a heavyweight lifted from him only to be filled with emptiness. He missed her a lot for some reason. 

That night in bed, Erik was in a cold sweat, growling like his other half and tossing. What was happening to him? He needed answers and quick. The next couple of days were going to be challenging.

Present:

“You’ve imprinted on Ivy Crow.”

Trevor didn’t hold back information. He laid it out for Erik.

“Imprinted? I thought that shit only happened in Twilight.” 

Trevor gave Erik an annoyed look, “You’ve been a Werewolf for about seven years and you don’t know what imprinting is?”

Erik shrugs, “that’s what I have you for Trevor. You’re my Werewolf brother and my teacher.” 

“Erik,” Trevor gave Erik a pointed look, “This is some serious shit, bro. You have to know everything about your Lycanthrope self or the enemies out there will hold that against you. You don’t want the enemies to know more about you than you, correct?”

Trevor did have a point, and Erik knew that. He was still trying to get over the fact that he was turned into a Lycan/ Werewolf when he was twenty years of age. 

“Aight, I’ll take it more seriously. All that other shit like silver, Mercury, angel blades to the heart…”

Erik lets out a deep sigh, “I already know about that shit.”

“Well, do you know about our origin? Why New Orleans is generally not safe for our kind? How there are vampire and witch covens there and we all equally hate each other? How imprinting can be a good and bad thing?”

Erik didn’t know everything, and it pissed him off that Trevor rubbed that shit in his face.

“You want your ass beat now or later?”

Trevor laughs, “nigga, you keep forgetting I’m stronger than you?” 

Erik bumps shoulder with him as he walks past, finally done with this conversation.

“We can meet up later tonight to discuss this imprinting situation. For the time being, try not to hound the girl, Erik. You don’t want to scare her away when you’re bound to her.”

That word, bound, wasn’t something he was prepared for. He was already bound to being a werewolf for the rest of his life. What if Ivy despises him to the point where she doesn’t want anything to do with him? What if she falls in love with someone else? All of those things scared him. 

Ivy’s POV: 

“What are you going to be for Halloween this year, Ivy?”

Ivy slips into a pair of dark turquoise high waist jeans, turning sideways to admire her outfit as a whole. She had on a black corset top with a layered silver necklace around her neck with multiple crosses on it. Her head was covered in a wig that would remind you of Uma Thurman’s hair in Pulp fiction, lips painted a glittery black and eyes Smokey. 

“Probably something DIY, maybe a corpse bride.”

Her friend, Treasure; the complete opposite of her, sat on her bed, painting her toes white. She dressed like Cher from Clueless, long curly hair in two space buns. She was ginger with freckles on her face. 

“I’m gonna be a Powerpuff Girl.” 

Ivy chuckles, “Which one?”

“Bubbles.”

“I knew it.”

Ivy grabs her coffin-shaped crossbody bag along with her Creative Writing books before her phone goes off for the fifth time. She knew exactly who it was, he was getting on her last nerve.

Erik: Why aren’t you answering my texts, beautiful?

She locks her phone, putting it away.

“Ready?” 

Treasure gives her a strange look. 

“What’s up with you?” 

Ivy shakes her head, “Just trying to prepare myself for yet another day of biting my tongue whenever Miss Petty Ass Bitch decides to piss me off. It’s not my fault I know more about your own class than you do. They just hire anyone these days.”

“You know she just does that Ivy because of your reputation around here,” Treasure reminds her, “Everyone is intimidated. Remember, they call you Poison Ivy.”

Ivy’s face lit up, a pretty smile on her glittery black lips.

“You know what, I just might have my Halloween costume in mind.” 

Erik’s POV

He waited outside of Creative Writing.

How did he find out about her class? He practically threatened one of her guy friends and supposedly her fellow band member to give him the information. The second he did that, Erik did a late enrollment for the course. Luckily, it could look good for his master's degree. Looking from one end of the hall to the other, his nostrils flared, her smell growing closer and closer. He closed his eyes, the veins in his neck protruding from holding on control. His backpack went down to cover his crotch, dick hard for the first time in two days. The more she drew closer the more his heartbeat increased and his skin reddened from heat. 

“Erik?” Ivy spoke with agitation.

His eyes snapped open from her sing-song voice, “Wassup, Baby girl?”

“It’s Ivy.” 

“Well, I like calling you Baby girl,” he teases, earning a strange look from her.

“Stop calling me that or I will pour all of this hot ass coffee down your pants.” 

He snapped his mouth shut, choosing to simply admire her. She tried looking at her phone but the scorching hot gaze he gave her made her look at him with annoyance.

“Can I ask you a question?” 

Erik smirks at her, walking over to be face to face with his gothic princess.

“What you wanna know?” He shoulders his bag, giving her his sexiest stare but it clearly didn’t change anything.

“Why do you insist on texting me ten times a fucking day?”

“Why do you insist on ignoring me? Forreal, you got a whole ass attitude, Miss Ivy. A nigga tryna get to know you and you ignoring me? Ima tell you this now, I don’t like being ignored.”

“I do a thing called what I want.” She reminded him. 

“You don’t like a nigga to be all sweet with you, huh?” 

Ivy picks at her nails, “I’m not built for a soft ass needy man, I talk back and I do not listen.” 

Erik’s dark eyes burned into hers. She didn’t fight it, looking at him with an equal amount of strength.

“I don’t like your type. You walk around here like you own the place and then you think you can have any girl you want? I���m not just any girl.” 

Ivy picks a piece of imaginary cotton from Erik’s letterman jacket.

“You are a mean girl,” he smiles down at her, “Don't get your hopes up though I’m not going anywhere. I like em fiery, you like em dominant. That’s cool, I’m that.” 

“I’m not mean, just brutally honest. It’s not my fault truth hurts. Want a bandaid?”

“As long as it’s from you I’ll take all that shit, Baby girl.” 

Ivy regrets giving him her number. She didn’t actually think he would try anything with her since she definitely wasn’t going to open her legs for him. 

“Ivy? Did you hear me?” 

She wasn’t paying him any mind, the class was filling up and she needed to take her seat.

“There is no need to repeat yourself, I ignored you just fine the first time.” 

He stood rooted to the spot, watching her disappear into that classroom. Her words literally slapped him. This is what he feared honestly. Erik couldn’t wait to meet up with Trevor so he could figure out how to work around this imprinting thing. Ivy was a lot to handle. Erik wasn’t going to back down by any means but damn, he didn’t expect a real challenge. 

Erik finally walks into the class, finding a seat just behind Ivy a row above hers. She had all her things neatly stacked in front of her, eyes focused ahead. Erik whispered “excuse me” to a girl on his right as he took his seat. He decided to just bring his Macbook instead of things to write with. This was an easy course for him, he’d already taken a similar one during his undergraduate education.

“Good morning, Everyone,” a woman who looked to be in her late thirties spoke, fuchsia and purple polka-dotted blouse with a black pencil skirt. Her thin blonde hair was pulled into a tight French roll, old stocking with tears in them and a pair of heels that looked like something his grandmother would wear. God rest her soul.

“Can I help you, sir?” She yells to the back row. Erik knew she was referring to him.

“I’m a late enrollee.” His husky voice caught the eyes of nearly all the women in that room except for Ivy who chewed on the end of her pen.

“Name?” She asked with an authoritative tone.

“Erik Stevens.” 

“I’m Professor Pettee, Why creative writing so late in the semester?”

Erik strokes his goatee, “Miss Ivy here gave me some inspiration since she’s a Journalism major and all.”

He could hear her clicking and unclicking her pen angrily. 

“Ivy Crow?” She looked at Ivy with a sarcastic smirk, “she’s your inspiration? Well,” Miss Pettee turns on her heel,  “She’s inspirational alright.” 

Tiny snickers scattered the class.

“What is this fucking high school?!” Erik blurts out with rage. Ivy turns to him then with wide eyes. 

“Excuse me?” Miss Pettee hadn’t expected that. 

“I’m referring to the snickering. What y’all fifth graders or some shit?” 

The entire lecture hall was silent, all eyes on Erik.

“What a ruckus,” Miss Pettee laughs nervously, “Are you finished, Mr. Stevens? I do have a class to teach.”

Erik sat back in his chair, motioning for her to continue. As soon as Miss Pettee’s back turned, Erik noticed Ivy staring up at him with a smoldering rage. The smile on his face turned into a blank expression. He was really getting under her skin. 

“Fuck You.” She mouthed to him before turning back in her seat to pay attention. This was going to be interesting. 

[dunkitjonathan]

BLOG#1-FINALS-PE4

Midterms has just been finished and Finals has arrived nearly a month before graduation and the end of our grade 12 school year. I would really miss this kind of activities, I a looking forward and have fate that FITT will still be able at college, maybe hope would help us and understand our conditions. Anyways let’s get back to the blog, a Wednesday Afternoon and might be cloudy outside, I need to move fast as the storm would come. I see many cyclists pass by, they were in a group and maybe just friends bonding with each other, I can see them piled next to one another as they work and drive as a team. They were quite experienced as I cannot catch up with them, maybe trained or just people who adopted cycling to their body. I am on a solo ride for today and maybe if I can influence my friends then maybe we can be together like the cyclists that I just saw. As I see at the horizon, clouds began to be darker and started to rainfall, I must add speed on my bike and pedal faster as I might get surpassed and be wet from the rain. I was still aware from the responsibility from riding and follow the restrictions of the road, I will always show kindness and politeness from other drivers or pedestrians as I speed up my bike. Safety is my priority and I would return from home like I just left it. Time by time, the weather suddenly changed, it began to become sunny as I looked at my back. It was a close situation that I would get wet, so as the weather went good again I began to ride smoothly and pedal as my body can only show its limits. Around 5PM where I arrived at home, it was fun as I see a natural occurrence would be a challenge from me, looking back from what I just did make e feel like I would try back again. It was a great day to escape from stress and overthinking, yesterday was so full of education related activities and gave no time for rests. The day was finally over and I came back at home releasing stress and anxiety, I can properly focus and think as I gained my proper control my psychological self. I hope I would encounter this kinds of activities once I entered college, cause I know that college is different from Senior High School and many projects should be accomplish, once again I am really thankful for this activity to reach on Finals as I see a cure to remove distress from my mind and soul.

[drops-of-moonlights]

WINX REDUX AU SUMMARIZED: SEASON 1 (The Dragon Aura)

Or, in which I give the basics of what I’ve changed about the story for the AU. It was originally way more descriptive but if I kept it in that style I would have finished in 2039 and I ain’t got time for that. Here we cover S1, as the title suggests!

WINX REDUX AU SUMMARIZED: SEASON 1

Stella accidentally teleports to Earth when escaping Knut, meeting Bloom.

They fight Knut again later that day aided by the Specialists - Sky, Brandon, Riven, Timmy and Nex.

After a month on Earth to recover, she brings her to Alfea to enroll fully.

Eldora visits Bloom’s house after they leave, noting the strange events happening near them and leaves a cryptic message to her parents.

She meets Flora, Musa, Tecna and “Layla” after settling down, and decide to go eat out to get to know each other better.

They battle three Believix witches calling themselves the Trix, composed of Polaris, Obscuris and Tempestis. Bloom transforms into her Charmix for the first time.

Stella slips up and reveals Layla’s actually Aisha, who came to Alfea to escape her parents.

The First Dance happens, and as they dance, Bloom asks “Brandon” out. Flora meets Mirta and Lucy, and start a friendship. Same goes for Aisha and Nex.

The trip to Melmamora occurs, and Bloom spontaneously gets Kiko as a pet, who is a talking winged rabbit. The blue troll doesn’t exist here - the guys simply lose some important cargo. Bloom notices how Riven and Stella are trying to not look at each other and wonders if there’s something there.

The Winx team is officially formed.

The Day of the Rose arrives, and while Flora and Tecna go visit family, the rest remain on Magix and go visit the fair.

Riven meets Darcy on the race, and quickly become friends. Musa senses something weird about her, but also strikes an unlikely friendship with her.

Musa gets into a small fight with two witches after losing track of her friends, but thanks to Aisha appearing they scare them off. Musa starts to develop a crush on her.

Darcy hangs out with them for most of the day, and picks up Stella and “Sky”’s plans to go downtown on a few days to search for a present - Brandon’s birthday is coming up.

Bloom starts having dreams with Daphne.

A few days pass and Stella goes to shop for a bit with Sky, leaving Bloom her ring since she wasn’t gonna need it - Sky has a bike after all.

Stella comes back at midnight, worrying everyone but she dismisses them by simply saying she’s tired and she’ll explain in the morning.

She doesn’t go to her classes and Bloom finds her having torn most of her room apart searching for the ring. Bloom dips for a bit telling her she’s gonna get more people to help, but brings Griselda along when she comes back. She immediately picks up on the illusion and Stella disappears into darkness. She calls the police, but Bloom and the Winx have other ideas.

They go over to Red Fountain to ask Sky if they went separate ways after getting the stuff, but Sky is also missing - no one has seen him since yesterday. The girls then go to Magica City, and thanks to a small location spell they go to the warehouses near the edges, where they believe Sky and Stella are.

They fight the Trix again but lose, and in exchange for the royals’s safety she gives them the ring.

The girls immediately go to Cloud Tower (since they suspect the Trix go there) but don’t manage to enter, instead finding the ring in the area seemingly dropped off.

The Trix got rid of the ring after realizing it’s not what they needed for their plan, and since keeping it in their room would prove counterproductive they just dropped it near the entrance to they don’t cast suspicion on them.

The girls get back stupid late from that adventure, and as a punishment they’re forced to clean their area of the dorms without the use of magic. To enforce the rule, they put a magic dampener on them, leaving them relatively powerless.

Faragonda gets a magic reading from all of them as she does this, and realizes Bloom has a Dragon Aura.

The cleaning goes without a hitch thanks to inviting the guys for extra help. Musa talks with Riven about Darcy, and Tecna and Timmy seem to be getting along super well.

Brandon and Riven don’t seem to get along all that well, but Brandon keeps trying to actually be Riven’s friend.

Bloom tries to make research on Daphne but fails, but does learn of Domino in the process.

On a random outing to Magix with the girls, the witches from the Day of the Rose attack them allied with their friends, forcing the girls to escape until they’re cornered by an entire gang of witches and some other fairies.

In desperation, Bloom accidentally tapes into her Dragon Aura, melting the floor and knocking everyone out, including herself. Stormy was near the place and catches this insane display of magic, gets convinced Bloom can be the solution to her problems.

The midterms arrive, and Bloom gets harassed by the Trix in the middle of via hacking the Chamber, convincing themselves she has a Dragon Aura and start researching ways of draining her power.

Bloom and Brandon are still dating, but feel their relationship is getting cold.

Bloom goes back to Earth for the holidays, connects a bit with Mitzi and Selina again and stops her mother’s shop from being destroyed by some asshole entrepreneurs. She discovers Aura reading is a thing and freaks out, as well as how she got adopted.

Eldora appears again, Selina recognizes her as her grandma, and sensing something in her, she takes her away for a bit as Bloom goes back to Alfea.

The girls help Flora with searching for a plant in Melmamora, and end up helping the Limnads in their trouble.

Miss Magix occurs, and Mirta reluctantly helps Lucy enter with her magic. They have a fight after Lucy loses.

Bloom starts researching her past, believes the Trix’s lie that she’s just a ticking time bomb, and leaves Alfea to save everyone, but Mirta (who knew of what happened thanks to Flora) intercepts her and tells her the info was fake.

The Trix arrive and after a battle, Obscuris and Polaris turn Mirta into a pumpkin.

They take Pumpkin Mirta back to Alfea and Flora starts to look for ways to get her back with Palladium’s help.

The Winx start to have reoccuring, horrible nightmares, but with Daphne and Mirta’s Aura’s help, they manage to intercept the spell causing them and fight a monster made out of their nightmares.

Faragonda arrives to the battle and immediately destroys the monster, and also unveils the Trix’s identities who were there in the fight as Icy, Darcy and Stormy.

The Trix don’t come back to Cloud Tower and instead escape to the woods, their cover blown.

The Roccaluce Paladins start looking for them, and Knut quits right then and there, starts to help them with what he knows.

The Red Fountain Academic Exhibition happens, and Bloom meets/attacks Diaspro, believing her to be the Trix in disguise.

The reveal happens - Sky is Brandon and Brandon is Sky. Diaspro also calls out that Stella knew all this time.

Bloom passes out, and when she comes back to her senses, immediately breaks up with Sky and refuses to talk to Stella, accusing her of being a bad friend.

Riven disappears as well, but calls Stella up for some explanations.

Stella and Riven talk about what’s been happening and reveal they’re childhood best friends - but thanks to the cover up they were forced to stop talking to each other. Riven was forced to join the others after a fallout with his former team, which he doesn’t want to talk about.

Bloom goes back to Earth for a week to try and get her mind off all that’s been happening.

Incredibly vulnerable on Earth both physically and emotionally, the Trix arrive and manage to drain her of her Dragon Aura, revealing that she’s also the lost princess of Domino.

Bloom believes herself powerless, and the Trix start their attack, claiming Cloud Tower and summoning the Army of Decay.

Riven goes to Cloud Tower to get some answers, but falls prey to the Trix’s traps.

The war starts in full, and the Winx go to Domino’s remains to see if there’s a way to fully restore Bloom’s Aura and her powers.

Red Fountain falls and is forced to retreat to Alfea. Many lives are lost.

Bloom finally meets Daphne and what became of her - she was trapped in her own weapon by Myraria when she attacked Domino, and has been resting at the bottom of Lake Roccaluce for the last 18 years.

She shows Bloom that while they did drain her Aura, she still has magic, and manages to transform into Charmix again.

The Specialists go fetch them and Bloom and Sky finally talk about what happened. Tecna asks Timmy out.

Diaspro goes to Alfea to try and talk to Bloom but gets caught up in the war, stays to help and finally talk with both Sky and Bloom.

They do have a small talk but they’re cut short by a mission to Cloud Tower, with the guys, Knut, Stella and Bloom volunteering to rescue the trapped Witches.

They find Riven after escaping some traps, and Stella hugs him as she calls him out on his recklessness. Sky does the same but doesn’t quite understand why.

After a small battle with the Trix, with Bloom suddenly losing the ability to transform again, they’re saved by Griffin and the Witches, and manage to escape Cloud Tower with extra help from the shadows thanks to Discorda.

Bloom and Sky take a detour to distract the Army of Decay and land near Lake Roccaluce, and after a short talk, Sky leaves for Magica City while Bloom goes to see if she can talk to Daphne.

She reaches the lake and delves into it, and after a short chat with Daphne and realizing the Trix only drained part of her Aura - and her power will always be hers and hers alone, Bloom gets renewed confidence and manages to obtain her Glamourix, proclaiming herself the Fairy of the Dragon’s Flame.

At around the same time, Flora manages to finally break the spell on Mirta, returning her to her human form and earning Glamourix for her efforts.

As they prepare for the final battle, Stella and Brandon talk for a bit, and decide that once this is all over, they’ll start dating again.

Now with new powers, she picks up Sky and go back to Alfea, at the same time the Trix plan their final move.

A full-on battle ensues, the Winx vs Darcy and Stormy while Bloom faces off with Icy.

After a long elemental battle, the stolen Dragon Aura starts to diminish until there’s nothing left, and without it, the Army falls apart and the Trix are defeated.

Mirta and Lucy are reunited, and finally manage to make up after so long.

They’re sent to Roccaluce Rehabilitation Center to see if they can be redeemed, and with a final party, the Winx end their first year at Alfea.

Under the earth, deep into a dark castle, a seal is broken thanks to the amount of magic used during the war, and a dark being seems to start forming...

[escapingpost]

The Heartbreak Club (Chapter 4)

Chapter 4: Non-antagonistic Antagonist

previous: chapter 3

The antagonist is just as important to the story as the main lead characters. Not only do they add suspense and an opposing force, they can make or break the story. Sometimes, their mistakes cause a ripple effect to every other character in the story. When you take out the antagonist, what happens to the plot?

More importantly, when the motivation is gone and the secrets are forgotten, what is their end goal?

In the end, you were barely able to convince Seungwoo not to walk you back to the dorms. You dig through your memory to remember the next plot point in the drama:

Devoured by pride from the night of the gathering, Kim Hana, the real one, decides her first phase of creating chaos. Unfortunately, blinded by her rage, she seeks out the wrong person.

Kim Wooseok.

With a sculptured face and eyes like a deer, Kim Wooseok was type of character that attracted with just one minute on screen. He has only had eyes for one girl ever since he met her. Kim Wooseok was the second male lead that would pin for the girl until the very end. In “The Heartbreak Club”, the difference in the main lead and the second lead was not timing. The Wooseok on the inside was different from what you saw on the outside.

You enter the office for your major and sign in to see a counselor to help with your current situation. You are in deep thought of how to tell them you needed to leave the major you were currently in until you feel a light push on your forehead.

“You’ll get wrinkles faster if you always look like your in pain.” Wooseok took a seat next to you and comfortably stretched out his legs.

You look at him in surprised and hold your forehead, “Oh, I was just thinking about something.”

“I’m assuming you got home safely yesterday?” Wooseok asks.

You nod.

Wooseok looks down at you, “Why are you here?”

You shake your head, “I want to change my major.”

Wooseok has a small look of surprise for a few seconds and slowly nods. He glances at you, “Can I ask you why?”

“I want to go for something that I can enjoy. I’m just not cut out for engineering.”

Wooseok mockingly laughs, “Are you being modest or just fishing for compliments? You’re one of the best students in your year.”

And again, you are reminded that you were still Kim Hana. “I might be, but I don’t want to do it anymore.”

Wooseok looks down at his lap and then back at you, “Where do you want to change to?”

“When I lived in the hospital, all I did was sketch for a hobby. I want” You pause your sentence and come to a realization.

“You lived at the hospital?” The features on Woosek’s face gets softer as if he was releasing all tension in his expression. 

“It wasn’t for very long.” You quickly answer. “Why are you here, Wooseok-sunbae?”

“For personal reasons." Wooseok answers. His stare lingers on you for a few more seconds until he looks down at his phone.

Talking to a counselor about changing your major with grades like Hana’s was an interesting conversation, but in the end, you could not change your major mid-semester. You agree to stick out in the major, but will comeback towards the end of the semester to change it.

Just like that, a normal week passed. That is, if normal was being completely lost in class and facing an identity crisis.

You slowly change Hana’s dull room into something more lively. Her bare beige walls now had fairy lights illuminating the darkness of the night. You also bought a medium-sized pin board to post up pictures. So far, you only had one picture of a cat that hung around your dorm’s building.

The gray bed sheets and comforters were now changed into a lilac purple, your favorite color. The color gave you a feeling of assurance and warmth.

Throughout the week you noticed Hana’s source of finances came from a joint bank account with her father. Feeling uncomfortable in using her father’s money, you started looking for a part time job.

Speaking of her father, you remember his supporting role in the drama. He was what you would call “a fool for his daughter”. He was Hana’s pillar, her weakness. It seemed like every time she talked to her father, her words were rough, but was filled worry.

He had only sent you one text message ever since you became Kim Hana.

To which, you did not reply to him. You felt uncomfortable fooling Hana’s father. But that same night he sent the message, you turned off your fairy lights in your room and let the moonlight become your source of light. He reminded you of your real mother. And you wished you treated her just a little better.

“Do you want to check it out? Its free.”

You turn around to the source of the angelic and cheerful voice. A petite girl stood behind you carrying a huge canvas. 

Her crescent shaped eyes when she smiled finally revealed who she was, Kim Chaewon. 

This was the thing about “The Heartbreak Club”. It was not only the main lead’s story, but the college life of several students. Kim Chaewon was a supporting female character. She had befriended Kim Minju because birds of the same feather flock together. Automatically, she was the spunky small bean who would go on to cheer for Minju’s plight for Han Seungwoo. Naturally, Kim Chaewon was pulled in her own small love triangle with two other male supporting leads.

When you did not answer, she smiled, “Don’t just stand outside, the fourth years made some really great pieces for this exhibit.”

Walking down the campus, you had found yourself going inside the Art’s Building for the first time.

You slowly nod, “Do you need some help?”

Chaewon shakes her head, “I look scrawny, but the canvas isn’t that heavy.” she giggles.

“Hey, small fry!” A male voice calls out.

You turn your attention to the person running over, ‘Seungyoun?’

“Hana? What are you doing here?” Seungyoun stands next to Chaewon, grabbing the canvas from her.

“She came to see the exhibit, right?” Chaewon gives you a cheeky smile and locks arms with you, pulling you through the doors of the exhibition room.

As soon as your enter, your mouth gapes open at all of the paintings fitted into the room. Your eyes light up at all the wonderful colors and unique art expressions.

Chaewon has a proud smile on her face and grabs the canvas from Seungyoun, “I’ll be right back.”

You slowly make your way to a particular painting. It was a watercolor painting of a bouquet of lilacs. You stare at the painting and a memory of your mother placing lilacs on your bed side table flashes through your mind.

Aren’t these great?

I guess.

This girl, you’re never going to see the brighter things in life if you choose to gray scale your vision.

I like them a lot. Thank you.

You close your eyes and almost hear your mom say your real name.

You turn your body away from Seungyoun when you feel a drop fall down your cheek, “Wow, these paintings are great.”

However, Seungyoun’s already seen the lone tear that escaped.

Cho Seungyoun was probably one of the very few characters with a more normal backstory. Wearing a heart on his sleeve, he is set to pursue his dream to become a music producer. However, he did not expect it when he slowly became interested in a small girl that was always carrying too much art supplies and that his music take form in the shape of his newly found interest, Kim Chaewon.

“Are you crying?” Just like the straight-forward character that he was, he does not miss a beat to ask you.

“I think its just the fresh paint fumes.” you quickly wipe the tear and sniffle.

“Right.”

“I have to go.” You give him a weak wave and start to leave.

“Hey! Come back again.” Chaewon says from across the room.

You look at Seungyoun, then at Chaewon and nod.

Everything was catching up with you at a fast pace. You wonder what happened to your old life. If this was your second chance, then does this mean you do not exist in your past life?

All the questions floating in your head frustrated you, but you kept calm. Other than completing your bucket list, was this going to last forever? You were in someone else’s life, living their reality.

Another part perplexed you. You knew the background stories of all, if not most, of all the people around you. Were they actually part of your reality?

Deep inside, you were just a weak and sick ridden person with little to no knowledge of life outside your hospital bedroom.

But, little did you know, the story that you once knew was slowly changing its course.

A month passes by as if nothing happened. You were still having trouble in your computer classes, while you were barely surviving general education classes. You got a part time job near your school at a cafe.

You also kept your distance from all the characters you knew about. Yohan was the hardest to keep away from because of his interest toward Kim Hana, but you successfully avoided him. It was the best for them to follow the path they were destined to follow.

Syntax error

You let out deep sigh and lightly slam your fingers on the keyboard. You see a shadow creeping up behind you and you jump in surprise.

Hangyul looked at the screen on your computer and scrolled through the code using the keyboard. “You forgot to define this. It won’t work if you randomly insert it with no formula or integer.”

Opposite of Cho Seungyoun, Lee Hangyul was a student of secrets. Not much was known other than the fact that he was adopted. He was just Cho Seungyoun’s best friend. The love triangle between Seungyoun, Chaewon, and Hangyul was an obvious endgame. If Kim Wooseok’s pain did not cause second male lead syndrome, Lee Hangyul’s did. 

You watch him type something and successfully run the program. “Thanks.”

Hangyul takes the computer next to you and leans on the table of the computer, “Don’t take this to offense, but are you sick?”

Wary of his suspicion, you give him a confused expression, “What are you talking about?”

“That day of our midterm, I carried you to the health office.”

You point at him, “It was you?”

“After that happened, you changed.” Hangyul says quietly. “I was just gonna ignore it because we’re not close or anything.”

You wait for him to continue.

“But, I can’t.”

“Why not?”

Hangyul pauses, “Because a situation changed.”

The Heartbreak Club Episode 7

“I don’t need this from you, Hana.” Wooseok got up from the chair.

“You like Kim Minju. I know you do.” Hana slowly makes her way closer to him. “I’m just saying we should work together.”

Wooseok scoffed, “You’re a real work of art, you know that?”

“What are you guys doing here?” Seungyoun’s raises his eyebrows.

“We’re on a date.” Hana states. She looks at the petite girl next to Seungyoun.

Chaewon slowly raises her hand, “Hey, I’m Chaewon.”

Seungyoun looks at Wooseok in confusion.

“Lets go, Hana.” Wooseok grabs Hana’s wrist and pulls her out of the exhibit room.

“Chaewon is one of Minju’s closest friends. It won’t be long until she tells her.” Hana tells Wooseok as he pulls her farther from the building.

Wooseok finally stops in his tracks, “So?”

“I’ve known Minju for years and she won’t stand anyone else getting attention other than her.”

Wooseok shakes his head, “That’s what you think.”

[leggomylino]

[𝙻𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛… 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝…]

[𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚡 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢.]

❧

“And so, as you can see, Force is defined as a change in momentum respecting means of time. Momentum is the mass of an object times its velocity. Therefore, Force itself is the change in mass times velocity, or acceleration, with respect to time.”

A small timer watch beeps, signalling the end of class. The students of classroom 2-B all gather their things, and the professor nods his head, resetting his watch for the next batch of students. 

“Alright, class dismissed. We’ll pick up on a closer look at the measurement of time next week...heh.” 

He smirks and chuckles at his own joke before packing his briefcase and taking off for his next appointment. Hyunjin sighs.

“That was brutal...I think maybe I should start studying with Jeongin after all.”

Felix gives him a small smile, more lost in his thoughts than anywhere else. “Ya think?”

“Yeah…” He lists his head, slumping down into the now empty seat beside him. “You wanna grab food and play Ultrascape at my place?”

“Can’t. Got work.” He gives him a skeptical look. “I thought you had a date tonight?”

Hyunjin sighs...again. “It got cancelled. Something about a...time of the month, something?”

“......” 

Felix lets it go. He’s not much feeling up to getting into that conversation right now. 

“Welp, I’m sorry to hear that. Why don’t you go study with Jeongin?”

“Now?”

“...Yes, now. Finals are next week.”

“No way, man. I meant later, like, in the future.”

He rolls his eyes, walking around the boy. “The future is now, as they say. I’ll see you later.”

Out in the hall his mind begins to wander, as it normally does when he’s got his earbuds in and the late afternoon sun on his face. His thoughts spiral in a spectrum of colors, each color a new mood, a different possibility; every one connected to you.

The drive goes roughly the same, and when he parks in his usual spot outside of True Bloom florists there’s a vibration in his pocket. He pulls out his phone to…

...more annoying nonsense.

………… 

It’s the only thing he can think about ‘til closing time.

❧

[(𝚢/𝚗) 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢.]

That night when you get home, you notice a few glitches in Ultrascape that make you think back to what Felix had mentioned the day before, about Clash of Enforce producing a horrible glitch and saved data-eating virus. You tell yourself it’s nothing, shutting off your light to go to bed…

And then you get a text from...an unknown number.

And see him tomorrow you would. But not in a way you were expecting.

❧

[𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚞𝚙! 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, (𝚢/𝚗) 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝟼. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍.]

❧

The following morning you wake up on time for once; it’s an important day, after all. Your first day on the job.

You dress properly as Jaemin had instructed you to do so on the ride home yesterday, but go the extra mile just to be sure you make the best first impression: collared button-down shirt, steam-pressed with not a wrinkle in sight, black mid-length skirt, a pair of small work heels and your hair pressed back with a simple black headband. A careful application of natural makeup disguised as a light dusting of such and you’re good to go with a blueberry muffin and a small cup of coffee on your way out the door.

You only make it one step as you notice it’s rather dark and shady for a supposedly sunshiny day. 

Then you look up right into the face of a freckled-faced college boy dressed in a Uni t-shirt and old, baggy jeans.

“Felix?”

Holy crap he was close. You’d nearly stepped on his foot coming out, and now your face was treading awfully close to the border.

You quickly swing back into the foyer, taking in his tired-eyed/messy-haired/late-night-studying aesthetic. Except you knew he’d been up gaming instead; had he been up all night? “You look awful-- I mean!” You shake your head. “You look…”

...Like a trainwreck. A cute trainwreck. But still a trainwreck. Could trainwrecks even be cute?

“Um…”

He was just staring at you. Completely locked in another dimension.

“Felix…?” You wave your hand in front of his face. Snap your fingers a few times. Hesitantly nudge his shoulder. Give him a tap to the cheek, then a light slap. 

“Gah!” He jumps, causing you to squeal and jump also, your breakfast nearly staining your Best First Impression. Then he groans, rubbing his tired eyes. “Ah...sh*t, I’m sorry (y/n)...”

You release a breath, regathering yourself. “It’s alright...is everything okay?”

“......” He shrugs lazily after a moment, looking rather depressed. “I actually...I came over because…”

“Yes…?”

“......”

“......”

His face appears to be attempting to formulate words, but he’s clearly caught in a hazy fog of sleep deprivation. At this point you’re going to be late for work. You try not to sound too annoyed as you egg him on.

“Yeeees?”

He scrunches his nose. “...I wanted to know if--” 

His words stop abruptly, eyes coming into focus as if suddenly seeing you for the first time.

“...Are you going to the courthouse or something?”

You chuckle and shake your head, dusting off any stray grass or pollen that wandered in from outside. “No. I’m on my way to work.”

“Work?”

“Yeah.”

“You got a job?”

“Yeah…”

A look of horror comes to slowly creep across his face, but you have no idea why. Next he’s studying your outfit again, glaring hard as if trying to see through you.

It makes you pretty uncomfortable, even if it is someone you’d normally trust.

“Felix…? What are you--”

“What is it?”

You blink. “Huh?”

“Your job. What is it?”

Why does he sound so worried...? Your face is beaming with pride anyway, ready to dish out your new title. Surprisingly and to your disappointment, though, Felix only looks more uncomfortable and...almost concerned. Definitely concerned. It’s the same look your brother gives you when you tell him you wanna drive to the ice cream parlor by yourself during rush hour or take a late night stroll through the park. “If you must know, starting today I’m now officially--”

Incoming call from: Jaemin.

Speaking of such... “...Uh, I have to take this. Can we maybe talk outsi--?”

“It’s okay. I’ll come back later.”

You answer the phone, but immediately put it on hold, the two of you stepping out toward the driveway. “Oh, no, it’s okay, I have a few minutes.”

Felix smiles at you from over his shoulder. Kind of sadly. “Nah, it’s cool. I honestly don’t really know why I came over in the first place. I just...had a lot on my mind, and found myself skipping class to drive clear out here.”

Your mouth falls agape. “You skipped class?!” What you wouldn’t give to be attending classes again like a normal student, making friends, complaining about homework and midterms and finals.

“Yeah. Not the first time either,” he laughs...then chews on his lip. “...But also not ideal. I should probably get back.”

He continues making his way back to his old silver Camaro parked rather crooked on the curb, and you frown at his retreating backside, wondering what on earth could be going on inside that exhausted, ingenious head of his. “You should take the day off and get some rest. You look…”

“Awful, I know.”

“No! No, never awful...I meant…” You’re searching for the word, but all you can think of is “deadass tired and blatantly depressed.” Also cute...and also...kind of…… 

Felix gives you a small, playful push, and smirks. Still managing to look beautiful despite being deadass tired and blatantly depressed. “I’ll see you around. I’ll redeem myself then.”

“...Okay.”

And then he’s clambering in his car and slightly swerving away. You’re so worried about making sure he doesn’t crash into a tree or a stop sign that you almost forget you left Jaemin on hold.

“Jaemin?”

“(Y/n)! Geez, you gave me a fright!”

“...gave you a fright?”

A sonorous of voices and clitter-clatter fill up the background on the other end of the line: File cabinets closing. Printers beeping. Papers being sorted and shuffled from one destination to the next. “Yes. I’ve been worried about you all morning. Did you make it to the frat house yet? I mean...the house?”

You make your way to your car, pausing just before opening the door as you remember what Jaemin said about you driving, then roll your eyes to hail a cab. “No, Jae, not yet. I just left the house a few minutes ago. I’m hailing a cab right now.”

“A cab? ...I’ll come get you.”

“No, no, Jae--”

“I’m leaving the office now, I’ll be there in twenty minutes--”

“Jaemin!” You groan. “It’s fine! I can take care of myself. You can’t miss anymore work, I’ll be okay.”

“...Only if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.”

Silence. Then he sighs.

“...Why are you leaving the house so late anyway? Is everything okay? You didn’t have an episode or anything…?”

“No.” You grunt. “Felix stopped by.”

“Felix?”

“Yeah, remember? The boy who was over last time you were here?”

They had met, hadn’t they? You try thinking back to Jaemin’s last visit the other day…

“Oh, right. The lanky kid with the passive attitude.” He pauses. “You two aren’t...dating or anything, are you?”

“...That was Han. And no, we aren’t.”

“Oh. That’s a relief...”

Your cab arrives. “I gotta go. My ride is here.”

“Stay on the phone with me until you get there.”

“Jaemin…”

Was it always going to be like this? …

One day at a time, (y/n). One day at a time. You have plenty of time to prove yourself, starting now.

“Fine, just...text me as soon as you get there. And I mean--”

“Yeah, I know. Bye.”

You hang up the moment the door shuts, the cab venturing into frat boy territory.

❧

[𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎? ➤ 𝚈𝚎𝚜    𝙽𝚘]

[𝚂𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐… 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛…]

[(𝚢/𝚗) 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎.]

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𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙼𝚢 𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎  → 𝚃𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚝 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 |  [𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛!𝙹𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚡 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛!𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚡] (𝙰/𝙽: 𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚊-𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍. ^^ <𝟹)

[ 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙱/𝚈 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 //  ➤ 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙰/𝚇 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 ] 

[khiphop-discussions]

Waterbomb Seoul 2019 Sunday

So I just got back from Waterbomb. Y’all probably saw my post earlier where I called my day so far a “pain” well it was tbh.

So to start off, yesterday I was sick. I ended up having to cancel my plans with @snooopid and just spent the rest of the day resting and taking care of myself. So I woke up this morning still a bit sick but I felt better by around 9 AM. So I went to go handle some business around school. Buying some things I needed from the store and then coming home and realizing that those things actually wouldn’t work that well in practice so I went to buy more things that actually would. Also, I bought another towel cause all the towels I had were for showering and stuff. Anyway, that caused me to be late and miss Loopy and Nafla’s set because I didn’t realize just how long the ride over there was. In fact, when I was looking up the ride it was telling me I’d get there at one time (right AT Loofla’s set) but then I refreshed and it said I wouldn’t get there until around 3:04 which basically meant I would miss Loofla since they ended their set at 3:10. So yeah, I was kinda irritated already but luckily I had already seen them TWICE since being here.

So finally I’m at Waterbomb and I finally start actually having a bit of fun. I was by myself but people still wet you no matter what and the people on stage do as well. So by the end you’ll be soaked whether you buy a gun and bring friends or not.

Anyway. I saw Skull and Haha (I was really just waiting for Live and didn’t have anything better to do) then I saw Hyuna (but not really, I kinda just watched her through the screen cause it was nearly impossible to see her. I caught like 2 glimpses of her). Then Mr. Mmmm mmm mmm mmm came out...

Girl....the crowd was wetting him SOOO bad. A one point they got him RIGHT in the mouth when he was about to sing a lyric. And many other times they were just hitting him DEAD in the face and eyes. He’s done waterbomb before but he seemed surprised by this particular crowd. He turned his back a few times and even dodged a water stream at one point (ok that was funny as hell when he did that). He was having fun still though and performing well. After that I left.

Basically, I have a midterm and a vocab test tomorrow and so waterbomb was kind of a burden tbh. I still had fun though. I feel like I’d do Waterbomb again but not BuzzerBeat tbh. IDK what it is but BuzzerBeat took a LOT out of me. Might have been because it’s like 8 hours of concert and then like 1 hour commute both ways and then waiting for the concert to actually start. As well as getting up and getting ready. It comes out to like a 12 or 13 hours affair. But for Waterbomb you DEFINITELY have to book bag check space. Cause you need a towel and a change of clothes. I had to carry mine so it was all wet. The pants were able to be worn but the top wasn’t so I was cold on the bus. Also, people were looking at me A LOT but that doesn’t bother me too much.

[blackcoffeeandblankpagess]

Random pics from the week and some ramblings

I have had such little desire to go on social media lately and it feels great, legit 10 seconds after opening the app I’m like, meh

This week was craaaaazy stressful, especially yesterday, I’m headed to the OBX tonight for the weekend with friends which I’m so stoked for but it meant I couldn’t rely on this weekend to get shit done aka crazy week

First round of midterms are done!!! Free from tests until november and I think *fingers crossed* I did pretty well so that feels good

Yesterday my dad flew down to drive my car back to NJ to register it and then drive it back (super extra I know) but he brought me TWENTY ONE bagels (for myself and 2 friends) and ugh if you’ve never had a jersey bagel my heart goes out to you because you are missing. out.

Girls on the Run (Technically Heart and Sole because I’m a middle school coach) has been...interesting. I like it but it really sucks being on crutches since I can’t actually participate in any of the activities-plus with the chaos of this week it was definitely stressful to take an extra hour and a half out of my day knowing it was voluntary but overall a good experience so far

Fall break is in a week and a half! I’m traveling to Miami to visit a friend who I made on my trip to asia last year (ironically we’re both from jersey but have failed to meet up yet somehow we can meet in thailand and miami) 

The stress of not running is definitely hitting me. I keep thinking about what Shalane said when she was injured in 2017- the first week of rest is fun and kind of exciting but by week two you just feel kinda gross. My goal is to be back to running by my birthday (Nov. 28) which gives me about 8 weeks total- theoretically a totally reasonable amount of time to heal from a stress fracture but we’ll see. It definitely sucks and has made me feel anxious but at the same time, like I said before, It’s like I’m getting to experiment with this other half of life where I stay up until 2am and when I wake up I can stay in bed for a little while longer (and cuddle hehe) and worry less about planning my day around whatever movement I’m trying to do. Still- definitely ready to have a functioning hip back.

Also^ I’m going to try to get a dexa scan soon to check out my bone density. I can’t imagine that this is completely running related and not to some degree caused by my history with anorexia. Also, since the stress fracture is above the knee it’s more likely to be related to bone issues in addition to running since the femur is one of the strongest bones in the body and it’s on the femoral neck. This has triggered a looooot of introspection. If we’re being honest I still have a lot of the signs of not being at my body’s “healthy” weight (i.e. I’ve only gotten my period twice since high school (4 years), both during times of injury), despite the fact that I’m not actively restricting. I’m realizing that I really really need to make sure I’m taking care of my nutritional needs because that shit will get you in the long (and short) run. 

So thankful to live with someone who knows about all of my struggles and can be the voice of reason and is just so supportive and ugh ugh ugh I love my best friend

whO IS READY TO WATCH MY GIRL ALEXI SLAAAAAAAAY CHICAGO

[infiniteshawn]

Three Weeks

Oneshot

this is based on an ask @illumegoff got yesterday and I knew I needed to write it. warning: 2.1k of smut and fluff. prepare your soft hearts

It was with such ease, the way he slipped inside of you, instantly finding the perfect angle that had his name rolling off your tongue like a prayer. He knew your body all too well.

He had you spread wide open, giving him full access to your dripping core as he began pounding into you, eyes closed in his state of ecstasy. 

It was a beautiful sight, him losing himself pleasing you, digging his fingers into your hips and locking them where he knew they would leave marks. 

His hips rocked into you as his hand found yours, lacing your fingers with his and giving a little squeeze. It started out as just a casual fuck, something to occupy yourselves without any strings attached. No feelings involved. It was supposed to be a one-time-thing. Just one.

You were weeks into it, now, though. You’d known him since middle school and now you were in university, living in the same building, still hanging out with the same group of friends. You’d always been one of the guys, a friend to all. That was until you and Shawn started fucking on a nightly basis.

It started one late night after you made a comment about being dick-deprived, and his drunken ass thought you were serious. His intoxicated self just went with it, and the next thing you knew, his firm body had you pinned against his closet door, tattooed hand in your panties. You left as soon as it was over, swearing to one another you’d never think of each other that way ever again.

He was the first to cave. 

Couldn’t even wait twenty-four hours to text you. You’d been waiting for it, though. You were at his door in less than a minute, nervous and excited and dripping wet. 

It became a regular thing after that. Angry sex was common, midterms talking a toll on both of you. It started out needy, rough, even a little harsh. It wasn’t really like that anymore, though. Slowly, he started warming up to you, even though he promised himself he wouldn’t. Whether it was reaching for your hand as he fucked you into the mattress, or telling you to text him when you got back to your room safely, or his recent requests for you to stay the night, you knew he was a goner. So fucked for you, still refusing to admit it.

He leaned down to kiss you, his lips hot against yours as you gripped his shoulders, digging into the tender skin. His balls slapped your right ass cheek as he continued to bury himself inside of you, clenched stomach signalling he was close. 

You kissed him harder, knowing this would throw him over the edge. Swiping your tongue against his lower lip, he moaned into your mouth as he released, collapsing on top of you and smiling wide. He’d been getting giddy afterward lately.

He planted a kiss on your forehead and pulled out of you, walking into the little bathroom to discard of his condom. You sat up, searching for your underwear that were nowhere to be found, slipping on your university-embroidered hoodie.

“Where are you going?” Shawn asked, not even bothering to put his boxers back on. He was getting a little too comfortable with you, but you kind-of-totally loved it. He was ideal. Sweet, funny, and bonus points for being able to make you cum with a few proper strokes of his skilled tongue. He was yours, kind of, but you liked things the way they were now. 

“Back to my room,” you said, spotting your panties and tugging them up your legs. “Must recover,” you added, still very concentrated on getting out of there as quickly as possible.

His face fell, rejection sinking in yet again. He just wanted to cuddle.

“Oh, alright. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, then? At Brian’s?” he asked, his voice hopeful.

“Yeah, see you then,” you responded, finally clothed and walking down the hall and back to your room on the first floor. 

You saw him before then, though.

It was ten in the morning when a soft knock at your door woke you and caused Megan, your roommate, to stir. You checked your phone—seven missed texts and two missed calls from Shawn.

“I’ll get it,” you mumbled to her, forcing yourself out of your warm bed and levelling yourself with the peephole on your door.

What the fuck? It was Shawn. At your door. He knew this wasn’t allowed. You opened it, stepping out into the hall and closing it behind you.

“My room. Now,” was all he said, craning his neck around to make sure no one else was in the hall. He turned back to you, grabbed your face with his strong hands and kissed you deeply. You pulled away, knowing the dangers of being caught. None of your friends could know. 

“Let me grab my keys,” you said, taking a breath and stepping back into your room. 

A morning quickie was nothing out of the ordinary, especially since Shawn needed to get all his sexual frustration out before being stuck in a room with you and all of his friends for a few hours. Drunk Shawn was an oversharer, and neither of you could afford that. The secrecy was half the fun.

By late afternoon, you and Megan had gotten ready. You wore a black a-line miniskirt with a pink t-shirt and your oversized jean jacket, basically turning your dorm room upside down in search of your favourite white top. It was nowhere to be found, so you had to muster something together in a time-crunch before heading over to Brian’s student house just outside campus. He always hosted little parties, mainly because he had more space. It wasn’t just a dingy dorm, it was an actual house with actual rooms. What a concept.

Shawn met the two of you at the entrance to your building, all smiles and rosy cheeks. Boy was gushing and you both knew you were the reason.

Megan babbled about some prof she didn’t really like, and you tried to follow along, but it was hard with Shawn’s hand persistently brushing against yours every ten seconds. As much as you wanted him to stop, the electricity shooting up your arm was a little overwhelming. When Megan was deep into her story, not looking over at you, you gave Shawn’s bum a light squeeze and continued as if nothing had happened. Maybe concealing this wouldn’t be so tough, you thought.

You moved from the middle of Shawn and Megan to the opposite side, getting as far away from Shawn as possible. Looking over at him, he gave you a little nod of understanding. 

The party was pretty mellow, maybe about ten of you just sitting around the living room. Shawn sat on the couch beside Brian, beer in hand as you all had a collective conversation about midterms.

“Yeah, the stress really puts a damper on the ol’ sex life,” Brian joked, the room kind of falling silent. It was true for most people—less partying, more studying. 

Megan, being your roommate and constantly keeping tabs on you, quickly joined in, saying, “Yeah, Y/N, you haven’t had any guys over in weeks,” and giggled, your face turning a little red. Shawn’s eyes met yours, giving you a wink as he slightly blushed. If you guys only knew, you thought to yourself.

Brian seemed to find this extremely funny, escalating the conversation, “And Shawn, how are you even functioning? You haven’t texted me about some random one-night-stand in ages.”

Everyone—except for you—found this quite funny. Shawn was a known womanizer, always sleeping with someone. Currently, that someone was you.

“So what’s her name?” Ian asked, the room falling silent.

“What?” Shawn asked, slight panic in his voice. You stared at the wall, growing a little nervous.

“Shawn, you’re never not having hookups. There’s gotta be someone. Spill,” he said, Shawn exhaling and shaking his head.

“Whatever, man. Don’t worry about it. Been studying a little more than usual, lately. That’s all,” his eyes found yours as he licked his lips, turning your cheeks a deep shade of crimson. This was going too far, reaching dangerous territory. 

You found a way to reroute the conversation, asking everyone how they felt about the calculus midterm. It worked for a while, but the guys would not stop bugging Shawn about his mystery woman. Growing uncomfortable, you got up to go into the kitchen for another drink, escaping the risk of being found out.

Upon standing up, a tipsy Shawn called out to you making sure you were okay.  “Y/N, you good?” he asked, which was pretty normal behaviour for the last week or so. However, no one else expected it. After all, why would Shawn be concerned with what you were up to? They didn’t say anything, but you did catch Ian and Brian giving each other a puzzled look. They were catching on, and this was getting dangerous.  Some time passed as you and the other girls made conversation in the kitchen, talking about schoolwork and next weekend’s plans. It had been about half an hour until you all went back into the living room to see what the boys were up to. This was clearly enough time for them to get a little more drunk, as they were laughing uncontrollably at some terrible joke Matt was telling.

You sat down in search of a place to jump into the conversation when your friend Tessa took note of your outfit. “Y/N, I really like that skirt,” she said, taking you by surprise.

“This? Thank you! I like it better with this white crop top I have but I couldn’t find it anywhere, so this was the next best thing,” you said, smiling in her direction.

Shawn leaned back in his seat, one leg folded underneath him. He quite comfortably asked you, “Oh, the short one, with the little frills on the sleeves? Yeah, you left it in my room.” 

Silence. Nothing but silence filled the air as your heart began racing, Shawn’s face turning white as he realized what he had just said.

It felt like an eternity. Time was in slow-motion as your eyes darted to the floor, dodging Shawn’s apologetic expression as the others looked at each other, piecing together what just happened.

Brian was the first to break the silence, speaking much louder than you’d expected, “Uhm, are you guys fucking?” was all he asked, shock with a hint of laughter lacing his voice.

You tried to keep a straight face, fighting a smile and pulling your bottom lip into your mouth. Shawn’s face fell into his hands, completely defeated. You’d been caught.

“I fucking knew it,” Megan said, a smile turning up the corners of her mouth.  You looked over at her, no explanation entering your brain. You searched for a way to deny it, an excuse to cover up Shawn’s slip of the tongue, but nothing came to mind. 

“How long?” Ian asked, looking between you and Shawn, trying to read the situation. 

You opened your mouth to explain that you’re not actually sleeping with Shawn, he just ended up with your shirt, but it was too late when Shawn looked up at you and said, “Three weeks.”

“Three weeks?!” they all said in unison, completely flabbergasted by this information.

“Yeah, three weeks,” Shawn said as he pushed himself out of his seat, crossing the room and planting himself on the couch beside you. His strong arm wrapped around your shoulders and gave a little squeeze, forcing a smile to form on your lips. “Three amazing weeks,” he grinned, tilting your chin up to look at him and placing a soft peck on your lips.

You rested your head on his shoulder, unsure of what to do next. The word was out, no more secrets to be kept. It was kind of a relief.

You were once again greeted with silence, everyone just staring at each other.

“What the actual fuck just happened?” Brian asked, searching the faces of the group for an answer.

You looked up at Shawn, finding his chestnut eyes locked on yours. “Have they really been amazing?” you whispered, a blush rising in your cheeks.

“Best three weeks of my life,” he responded, kissing your forehead and squeezing you again. 

omg im so soft