#the me who was a theatre major; who went to parties and had friends; who had no cares in the world and so little fear

[andromeda3116]

for some unfathomable reason, i've been thinking a lot lately about this insane comedic original story i started when i was first at college and didn't have internet, way back in 2008, and i went back and tracked it down (on Ye Olde LiveJournal, which hauntingly still exists in the aether) and like. i still kinda have a fondness for it. it's ridiculous and extremely 2008, both in terms of being dated and in terms of who i was a person then, but i still kinda wish i'd ever finished it. the idea has milled about in my head of actually handling the concept now, as an adult, but tbh, i don't think it would really translate into my style now. it just exists as an artifact of my sense of humor circa age seventeen.

i can still remember being the person who wrote it, sitting in that dorm at that desk on that dinosaur laptop and you know, sometimes i still miss her.

[aureliatm]

victoria justice. cis woman. she/her. ━━ there goes aurelia cortes leaving their home in seagate district. the twenty-nine year old from austin, texas works as a party planner & entrepreneur. i’ve heard that they are exuberant & generous but can also be chaotic & unrealistic. they remind me of the cheer that accompanies a toast in a crowded bar & buying your favorite flowers for yourself as a form of self care.

hi - diddly - do, neighborinos ! your friendly neighborhood maeby (26, they/she, mst) coming in hot and so stoked to be here ♡ i’m bringing my wildest, best time - iest lil pea, aurelia ! so without further ado…

STATS

given name: aurelia ruth cortes nicknames: aureli, reli, lia zodiac: sagittarius sun, libra moon, aries rising identifies as: bisexual, biromantic cis woman favorites: sunset color palettes, extra sweet palomas, metallic letter & number balloons, wheatgrass shots and smoothies loaded with unnecessary boosters to cure hangovers, disco naps, the spot, mama cass elliot, vintage shops & 70s aesthetics hobbies: picturesque nature hikes, karaoke nights, fulfilling the wildcard category on her trivia team, drunken online shopping, throwing the most extravagant birthday parties for her friends, harmless flirting, axe throwing and rage rooms, bartending at other peoples' parties, getting impulse tattoos at lucky four

BIOGRAPHY

(tw: childhood cancer, hospitalization)

No one knows or loves a good time like the Cortes family. Even when it was just the Cortes parents, Mateo and Linda-Mae, before they were parents, every dwelling they occupied was the life of the neighborhood. Aurelia was born in ‘93, followed by her sister Marisol in ‘95, and the party just kept going. Things were hard outside their four cozy walls – heck, they owned a barbecue stand and catering company, two of the most risky business ventures an entrepreneur can undergo. But they never let it impact their life at home.

Then Marisol got sick. The sweetest kid in the entire world, and there wasn’t anything Aurelia could do but watch from the sidelines. One day, something just clicked inside her. She brought all two dozen of her Barbies and GI Joes to Marisol’s hospital bed, and put on the musical theatre production of a lifetime. No longer would she sit idly by and let her sister go through it alone. Aurelia was a clown, a comedian, an entertainer, a storyteller, and anything else she could think of to get a laugh out of her.

Even after Marisol went into remission in ‘07 and Aurelia’s life became more about herself than her sister, she hung onto that deeply extra personality. After spending the majority of the last four years cooped up, she overcorrected and went full speed ahead into a wild phase she never grew out of. At first it was just sneaking out of the house, sneaking into concerts, sneaking a cheeky klepto treasure every now and then, but as she grew older, the petty rebellions just weren’t enough. It had never been about rebelling against her parents and had always been about making the most out of every moment she was lucky enough to have.

College opened all new kinds of doors for our adrenaline junkie, and when she got into UCLA, it seemed she was destined for a truly legendary four years. The prophecy was fulfilled and she left college with a degree (somehow, she’s still not sure), four years worth of insane memories, and all the skills and experience necessary to start planning genuinely extravagant parties in the city. After planning one of her friends’ wedding with the help of her college best friend, a Mellott Beach native who introduced her to the town, she was sure there wasn’t any party they couldn’t handle.

Now, seven years later, business is booming and Aurelia is still in love with the thrill of the hustle. Don’t get her wrong, Aurelia still finds time to spend holidays with family, take vacations with friends, and devote a lavish amount of time to self-care. But after going going going for so long, the hustle was starting to take its toll. Moving to Mellott Beach was a much needed change of pace. The drive to the city was still doable (an hour commute is nothing in Los Angeles), but relaxing her shoulders and just being able to breathe made the burnout that had once been inevitable drift further and further away.

Turn’s out, there’s more than enough adventure in Mellott Beach to keep Aurelia on her toes. And that’s what she calls the best of both worlds.

CONNECTION IDEAS

employees & regulars at the spot, the hanger, or the corner; aureli's favorite hangouts ♡

anybody who's ever hired et cetera events for their parties, weddings, or other celebrations ♡

a blast from the past from their upbringing in austin, tx ♡

the other members of the trivia team aureli is part of ♡

flings, crushes, exes, and anything in between ♡

anybody who needs a friendly face around, since aurelia sees the good (or at least the good time) in everyone ♡

people who really don’t get along with aurelia - she isn’t everyone’s cup of tea ♡

anything under the sun you might be vibing !

[tamerahardy]

Goodby McNair

By that time I was getting trouble because I was staying behind at school chasing after Preston who had a sophomore girlfriend at the time that I was also friends with before they started dating she was on the track team. He was a senior and she was a sophomore so what was wrong with me? I was analyzing everything with him, and crazy enough I had been friends with both girls he dated. When Shay and Preston dated we weren’t friends anymore anytime I was around him she would kiss him in front of me. That shit made my blood boil…I got in trouble with my dad because a boy who had been dating one of the popular girls I knew he just randomly saw me and pulled me to the side and gave me a hicky like literally grabbed me pulled into a classroom and sucked on my neck I’m like dude you go with somebody I’m on the cheerleading team with but it felt so good I didn’t stop him. Back then if a girl was best friends with you you could technically date her boyfriend and she wouldn’t care but if you weren’t cool enough and they didn’t like you absolutely NOT. So if she would found out he gave me a hicky it would just damage my rep even more. My dad ended up picking me up that same day from school and we went to get food I was so scared because he saw and gave me the look of death. Whew girl I was so scared. I was initially staying after to school to chase after Preston, cheerleading was over for JV so I found a new hobby “tennis”…

Me and my dad use to play tennis by the fire station and basketball court on 85 because he thought I was actually playing tennis and taking it serious. My dad was an athlete so whenever he found out that I was going out for something athletic he was supportive. He started picking me up from school and that’s how he found out about Preston through my actions. I wasn’t even on the tennis team fully but they enjoyed my company enough to keep me around something like that Minerva girl being a “water girl” for the football team…I was just support, but this opened the window up for trouble. The coach over tennis initially found out about what was going on I was chasing after a guy, I wasn’t showing up to the practices like that anymore and my dad found out AND LOST it we even had to have a intervention where him and my brother pulled me aside about it. I remember vividly because I told my mom he wasn’t going to spank me and she wasn’t having it so we ended doing some little intervention talk like my god IM JUST A GIRL and i really like this guy man.

I tried out for the Varisty cheer team I didn’t end up making it up the coach pulled me to the side directly and said it was because of my reputation and deemed me “boy crazy” she said it would make her team look bad. That actually broke my heart because majority of those girls were far more experienced than me in love and sex aspect. They weren’t virgins. They went to parties, they were getting fingered in movie theatres like come on,..I was a virgin completely…it was simply because of who I was. I wasn’t popular I didn’t stand up for myself and my delivery was awkward but life continued on. So the popular girls that made JV, some new faces and the girls that had already been on Varisty the ones we analyzed at the first game the very beginning of the school year made the team.

We actually ended up moving again so by my sophomore year it wouldn’t have even mattered…again there was about to be a fresh new starter thing experienced with Preston and my time at McNair had come to an end.

And then

[mali121216]

Saturday 7th January 2023 @ 0212h

Hey Babu,

I’m not sure why I still write to you to be honest, you and I are in a good place in real life at the moment, there’s no awkwardness or uncomfortable silences, you actually text me unprompted to update me on things in your life now, but I guess we still only really talk at surface level.

So much happened in 2022, it feels like it simultaneously flew by and also stretched on forever, I suppose it depended on what was happening at the time, but that was a whole year we’ve been apart, well almost 13 months now.

13 months feels like it should be enough time for me to have entirely moved on and left our relationship in the past, and to an extent I have, I almost fell for 2 people last year, Cal and Josh, both of whom were so different to you, and both of whom I could actually see a future with. Circumstantially I didn’t get a chance to properly explore a relationship with either of them, however, I’m still on goof friendship terms with both... very true to my style. Sometimes I can go a whole day without thinking about you, without anything triggering a memory of us, it’s rare but it surprised me that it was possible. Thankfully now when I do think of you and us, it’s no longer painful (with the exception of major dates like birthdays/holidays/anniversaries), most of the time it is a positive thought or memory that arises, sometimes neutral, but more like remembering times with a best friend that moved away and your lives grew apart. If I stop to properly analyze my feelings for you, I don’t think it would be accurate to say I’m still actively in love with you, I definitely still love you with all my heart, and I still believe you to be the love of my life, and I think were I to go back to spending time with you frequently; I would easily fall back in love with you... I don’t know if there is a word or phrase to describe this stage, maybe in some dead or foreign language, but it is strange, and I wish I knew how long it would last, because despite the time, despite the distance, despite the clear separation of how my feelings are now to how they were 13 months ago, deep down it still feels like I’m waiting, like I know we’re destined to get back together eventually even though I know that rationally it will never be the case. I don’t have the experience or understanding to distinguish whether this is just longing for your comfort and familiarity or a cosmic sensation, I would give anything to have the answers... instead I wait; wait for things to fall into place while I work my ass off to make myself the best version of who I am. 

I kind of wish I could brag to you about how far I’ve come in 2022... I left you and 5 years of what I built my life towards behind and moved over 1000kms away across a border, I moved back to a hometown that no longer felt like home and rebuilt myself in your absence. I got my own house and started living entirely independently, I even became a mother/protector figure to the girls I live with, I began a career in medical admin and worked in both a psychology clinic and a general practice - I helped a lot of patients, I rejoined the AAFC and put my all into 335SQN - getting back into teaching and admino work, I bartended LGBTQIA+ events and emo raves, at one point I was consistently working 3 different jobs every week. I made new friends and reconnected with old, I got a loan and booked a trip to Europe where I’m going to travel through 17 different countries, I went to music festivals and house parties, I sat my GAMSAT twice, had my graduation, and was the subject of a boudoir photoshoot. I went museums and galleries, stand-up comedy, musical theatre, and the ballet. I ticked actual items off my bucket list... 

I’ve come so far, and I’ve done it completely alone, financially and emotionally, I’ve done this entirely myself. It’s empowering and invigorating and I’m proud of myself, but there is still that voice in my head that yearns for you to be a part of it, to be in it with me... we always did do a good job of taking on each other’s battles and supporting one another through our accomplishments... I loved that about us. 

I miss you Ali and my mind goes crazy thinking about what could have been if I’d never left, where would we be now... would you have fallen out of love with me regardless, would your mind have changed about marriage and children if we managed to get our own place and independence, would I have still broken up with you because of the problems we face with your lack of emotional awareness and communication skills. I’ll never know but at this point I don’t think I’ll ever stop waiting to find out. 

[jessikahathaway]

Star Crossed

Again, another banner made by yours truly.

But this little baby has been in my wips for probably two and half years so please take it easy if you notice a change in writing style.

But I hope you enjoy it regardless!

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Reader

Genre: College!AU, Theatre!AU, Romance, Smut.

Warnings: Profanity, drunken escapades (not like bad, kookie just drinks and is a little disorderly), smut in the forms of: Oral (f receiving), protected sex (it's possible in my writing), dirty talk, Sir usage, Dom!Jungkook, Sub!Reader, Virgin!Reader, Fuckboy jungkook. (If I forgot anything please let me know!)

Words: 20.7k (Haha, I can do it you see).

“For the final project of this class, the entire theatre class will be putting on a production of the classic Shakespearean play, The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet. You will be graded on your performance and cooperation with fellow classmates. As well as your delivery of your lines and dedication to the role,” your teacher droned on.

This was what you had been waiting for since the semester began. Seeing as how you were one of the few Performing Arts majors in the class. The only other one being your friend Taehyung, who was equally excited at the announcement. The rest of the class groaned in annoyance. The thought of having to be in a play in a drama class somehow putting them off.

“Now, we’ve placed all the male roles into one hat and the female roles in another hat. My TA’s will be coming around and you will be selecting your roles at random. No switching, I’ll know if you do. Rina, Jin, please pass out the roles and take yours as well,” Mrs. Abernathy announced.

“Who do you want to get?” Taehyung asked as everyone began selecting their roles.

“Probably Lady Capulet or someone like that. There aren’t that many large roles, for females anyways. I’d die if I was Nurse or someone like that,” you joked.

“I’d like to be Mercutio or Benvolio, one of the Montagues,” Taehyung mused. You nodded in agreement. Taehyung would suit either role he suggested. He had a very youthful air to him on stage, perhaps he would fit Mercutio the best.

When the last of the characters were being passed out, a large bang came from the door. Mrs. Abernathy rolled her eyes and stood from the front of the stage to the doors. The push handle clanged awkwardly as the aged wood revealed Jeon Jungkook. Resident fuck boy and religious party goer.

He actually showed up today, imagine that. Perhaps the idea of failing the class finally sunk into his thick, coconut skull.

“Dude looks like he had sex with a tornado,” Taehyung commented as he took his role from the hat.

“The bigger University on the other side of town had a massive party last night, what else did you expect from the Jeon Jungkook?” you teased. Taehyung snickered and Jungkook gave a lazy smile to Mrs. Abernathy as he no doubt tried to charm his way out of another knock to his participation grade.

“Dude! I got Benvolio, sick,” Taehyung smiled brightly.

“That’s awesome, you’re gonna do amazing,” you grinned, smacking his shoulder.

“Y/N, you have to pick a name,” Rina said, holding the hat out to you.

“Well there’s only one piece left so, let’s hope for the best,” you said, reaching your hand in.

Jin had made his way over to Jungkook and held out the scrap of paper towards him. “It’s your role,” he explained.

“Role for what?”

You scoffed and Jungkook turned his attention to you.

“Our final grade. We have to put on a performance of the Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet,” you chastised.

“Oh shit, that blows,” he announced. A few classmates laughed, but most just remained silent.

“Mr. Jeon, you’ve already disrupted us with your tardiness. Snide remarks aside, why don’t you tell the class who you’ll be portraying?”

Jungkook took the paper Jin handed to him and he unraveled it slowly.

You were going to laugh if it said Peter or Tybalt. Both roles suited him perfectly.

“The role, Mr. Jeon?”

“Romeo Montague,” he said.

The whole room went deathly quiet.

“Are you fucking kidding me? A part of our grade rests on that fucker?” Taehyung whispered to you.

“I feel bad for the girl who has to play Juliet,” you said. Taehyung nodded in agreement.

“Well congratulations, Mr. Jeon. You have the honor of playing one of our famous star crossed lovers. Would the young lady portraying Juliet please raise her hand?” Mrs. Abernathy scanned the crowd. You were otherwise preoccupied, opening the folded paper with patience.

Juliet Capulet.

“What the fuck?” you exclaimed, standing up in horror.

“Miss Y/N!” You immediately shut up and sat down, biting your lip in embarrassment. The last thing you needed was attention.

“You should raise your hand, you’ve got the leading lady,” Taehyung stated. With a mute nod you raised your hand above your head.

“Disregarding your outburst, I am pleased to know that you are our leading lady, Miss Y/N. Jungkook, she is the best student in this class so I expect you to model yourself after her,” Mrs. Abernathy said.

“You got it,” he said, resting his eyes on you like a lion on a giselle. You bit your lip harder and tried to keep your annoying biological responses at bay.

“I’m so fucked.”

---

The rest of class passed by without much of a problem. Taehyung had to keep you in your seat most of the class, due to the fact you had to have the campus man whore as your partner for this masterpiece. The words of Shakespeare are wasted on him.

As the clock ticked into place, Mrs. Abernathy dismissed you. Taehyung was gathering his things when you saw Jungkook slip out of class unnoticed.

“Oh that sneaky bitch!” you whispered, rushing after him.

You made it into the hall and found Jungkook talking to a girl. She was beautiful, there was no denying that. She smiled so brightly when he spoke to her, you wondered what he could be saying that would make her so happy.

“Jungkook!” you yelled in a girlytone.

The beautiful specimen before him gave you an odd look then back to Jungkook. She gave him a disgusted grimace before stalking away with her perfect looking legs.

“Why did you do that?” he asked as you approached.

“Cause, we’re going to be busy for the next three months working on this performance project. No time to be getting distracted with members of the opposite sex. Or the same sex, whatever floats your boat,” you stated. Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“Look, I appreciate that you’re here cause you want me to succeed or whatever-”

“What the fuck are you smoking?” you asked, giving him a confused expression.

“Huh? Is that not why you’re here? Because you want to help the lost puppy?” he said, gesturing to himself.

You looked at him for a moment before bursting into hysterics. Jungkook looked at you with mild confusion and concern as he watched your form shake with laughter. Tears were welling up in your eyes with how hard you were laughing at his statement.

“Dude, if it wasn’t for all of our grades riding on this performance I would find it tremendously amusing to watch you crash and burn. However, if you had shown up on time, you would’ve heard our grading scale,” you said, wiping some tears away.

“Grading scale? Thought we just had to put on the performance?”

You sighed and shook your head. “Jungkook, if you really think Mrs. Abernathy would roll over and give us our grade on a silver platter then you truly have been smoking the entire semester. We’re graded on cooperation, performance, delivery and dedication. If you fuck up in any part of this, it reflects badly on all of our performance grades. If one leg of the table gets kicked out, then the rest of the legs are weakened,” you said, giving an example for good measure.

“You think I care?”

You were stunned.

“Do you truly think so little of everyone else that our final grades and futures mean nothing to you?” you stated for confirmation.

“Listen babe,” he said, leaning against the pillar. “I’ve got a thousand other things I’d rather be doing than sitting in the library with a bunch of virgins reading Shakespeare,” he announced.

“There’s no way someone could be that cruel. Jeon Jungkook, I want you to prove me wrong. We’re all meeting in the library tomorrow night around eight for a short rehearsal. Taehyung bet me twenty bucks you weren’t going to show,” you said.

“Looks like you’re going to be out twenty bucks,” he said, standing and beginning to walk away.

“H-How could I change your mind?” you asked, hoping that you sounded more confident than you felt. Jungkook’s frame stilled, before turning quickly.

“Change my mind? Oh, well... I guess since I lost my fuck for the night, you could replace her and I’ll be more than happy to show up tomorrow night,” he said, walking closer.

“W-what? Are you serious?” you asked as Jungkook managed to trap you against the very pillar he was leaning against earlier. He eyed you up and down, then looked into your eyes for a moment. Your breath caught and you tried to look away...

However, it was no use. Jungkook was a fuck boy for a reason... He was God damn beautiful to behold. Forget beauty being in the eye of the beholder. Anyone who didn’t think he was a piece of fucking art was blind.

“Maybe not, don’t really like stiff girls in bed,” he said, throwing a wink in for good measure. With that he was away from you and the air seemed to thin. You were panting ever so slightly, which made you even more ashamed.

“You’re truly an asshole Jeon Jungkook... And you haven’t changed at all,” you whispered, turning to walk back into the classroom.

---

Entering the library, Namjoon was the first to greet you as you all congregated around the tabled section of the room.

“Hey guys, have either of you seen Jungkook?” he asked, looking towards the doors. You scoffed and shook your head.

“He was very set in not showing his face here tonight,” you said with a bitter tone.

“Even if all of our grades depend on it?” Namjoon said with an incredulous look on his face.

“And we don’t have understudies, so, we’re genuinely fucked if Romeo doesn’t show up for Romeo and Juliet,” Taehyung groaned.

“Peace dear Benvolio, for we shall await Romeo in his tardiness,” you joked. Taehyung managed to crack a smile before the rest of you went to sit down.

The night dragged on and Jungkook showed no sign of turning up.

Everyone seemed to relax into their roles and reading became rather even, you were feeling rather confident...

Until a certain drunkard disrupted the scene.

“Jullllietttt,” Jungkook’s tipsy tone rang out.

“Ah, come on man,” Jimin said, looking up from his role as Count Paris.

“I’m here to rehearse, y’know, shaking spear or something,” he said, rubbing his eyes.

“Dude he’s fucking wasted,” Namjoon groaned.

“Taehyung, you might want to hold my hands down or get a camera out before I beat his ass,” you growled.

“What was all that talk about peace earlier?” Taehyung questioned as he grabbed your hand.

“Ooooh, look! Juliet!” Jungkook announced, turning to you.

“You might not want to get close to her,” Taehyung warned with a teasing tone.

“But she is my lady and my bride! Do I not have rights to see my beloved?”

Seokjin approached and finally grabbed a hold of Jungkook by the wrist.

“Jungkook, you’re drunk. We need to get you home and in bed before you do something you’ll regret,” he warned. Jungkook simply grinned.

“Do you think I haven’t done enough to regret already? Why do you think I’m drunk?” The room got quiet and Seokjin cleared his throat.

“Come on, Jungkook. Let’s get you home,” Jin said.

“Parting is such sweet sorrow,” Jungkook whispered, looking at you before stumbling out with Jin. The room was deathly quiet. However, everyone soon was over their shock and began to collect their items.

You couldn’t figure out why, but your heart was racing.

* * *

The next morning you found a very hungover Jungkook standing outside of the auditorium. He had sunglasses on and a black hoodie, making him look like the depiction of a My Chemical Romance fan from 2009. You sighed and attempted to walk past him, before his hand snatched your wrist.

“Hey,” he whispered, throat obviously dry from the mass amounts of drinking.

“You sound, smell and look like shit Jeon. What?” you asked, taking your wrist back from the warmth of his palm.

“So, uh... When would the next rehearsal be? S-so I know to avoid it, obviously,” he stated, horribly might you add.

“Jungkook, I honestly don’t know who you think I am but this is the worst attempt at subtlety I’ve ever seen in my life,” you muttered, rubbing your forehead.

“Fine, maybe I want to come and watch you all recite stupid shakespeare to each other for two hours,” he defended.

“I can literally feel my brain cells dying from this conversation, goodbye Jungkook,” you said, going to head into the room when he gripped your shoulder and pushed you against the cafeteria doors, out of sight from the auditorium.

Your heart leapt to your throat as he took off his sunglasses and revealed a deep, purpling bruise that made your stomach shift uncomfortably. Slowly, you lifted your hand to grazed his wounded flesh, before you caught your slight of hand. Brushing it off and pushing him away, you steeled your nerves.

“What the fuck has gotten into you? You’ve barely paid attention to me, any of us for the past four years, why change that now, Jungkook?” you asked, thinking back on his absence in classes and mainly sarcastic comments directed at others than yourself.

“I fucked up,” he whispered, looking down at your feet.

“On what?” you asked, wondering what any of this had to do with you.

“M-My scholarship for this school. If I fuck up another class, then I’m out. Done. Game over. My mom would be devastated if it happened, I can’t... Not to her,” he sighed. “I fucked it up, so I wanna fix it. But I can’t do it alone. My other classes it was a matter of showing up and actually doing shit. But this one, this one requires everyone, and I treated it like a game,” he said.

“You did, so why are you asking for help now? After all that you said to us, do you really think that any of us would help you?” you questioned.

“You always helped people back in highschool... Even if they didn’t deserve it, I remember,” Jungkook announced.

You swallowed thick. He did recall your weakness.

Watching others suffer made you sick. If there was something you could do in your power, it would be done. You never left someone behind, ever. He caught you out.

“I’m not like I was in highschool,” you tried, not even believing your own voice.

“Maybe not entirely, but moral integrity doesn’t change easily,” Jungkook reminded, sounded wiser than usual.

“I-I said-”

“You said it to me, back in the day when I believed I was nothing and treated everyone else like nothing. But I’ve attempted to change. Not that I’ve been wholly successful, but a try is a try right? So, give me a chance. Please, I don’t want to lose the one good thing I have going for me,” he pleaded.

“Jungkook,” you started.

“I’ll give you everything I’ve got, I promise to take it seriously. Just, work with me,” he begged.

“Fine-”

“Yes! Thanks! I’ll see you guys at the next rehearsal-”

“Jungkook!”

You yelled but he was already down the hall and too far away from your voice. You couldn’t help but feel played. He knew your weakness and exploited it to get what he wanted.

No, moral integrity took great effort to change. However, that relies on the person having morals to begin with.

* * *

That night as home, Taehyung sat on your couch eating your Doritos like the motherfucker he was.

“Tae, I don’t recall saying help yourself to my fucking Doritos,” you growled from the small kitchen.

“I recall you being a bitch about your food so I decided to scavenge and found a gold mine. Sorry you’re just now noticing,” he retorted. You frowned at his logic and decided to let it be. If you didn’t the sassy bitch would never forget it.

“Be that way,” you pouted, grabbing your freshly brewed coffee in a cracked mug. But it would have to do, because drinking coffee at 11:30 at night out of a bowl is pretty degrading.

Taehyung had originally come over to help you practice your lines and then do- “help” you with your algebra 2 homework... However, he’d more than likely get frustrated with your lack of understanding and do it for you. At least, that’s what you were banking on.

“Do you think Jungkook will show up on Thursday?” he asked, out of the blue as you sat down next to him.

“I fairly certain he made himself clear,” you stated, the conversation from earlier still not sitting well with you.

“I just can’t believe that someone could be that much of a dick! Like, for real. How many people have fucked him over in his life that he feels the need to fuck this many over now? I wanna kick him in his spleen,” Taehyung declared.

“Spleen huh? Odd place to kick,” you said.

“Bet he couldn’t find his spleen,” he huffed.

“Can you find yours?” you asked. Taehyung whined and shoved your shoulder before laying down on the couch.

“I hope he proves us wrong about him though,” Taehyung whispered, absentmindedly.

“Me too,” you breathed.

* * *

Wednesday night rolled around, you stood at your counter in the library where you volunteered. Honestly, it was free Wifi and putting books away half the time. That wasn’t such a bad gig. However, tonight was especially slow, and your mind was beginning to numb itself.

You hadn’t seen anybody come in the library for the past two hours, as it was reaching the late moments of the night. The time when people curled into their beds and fell into the blissful escape of sleep. Yet, here you were, caffeine fueled delirium sat behind the desk with dark circles that enslaved your features.

Trying to study your lines while keeping yourself awake was proving to be difficult.

Especially when the sounds started. It wasn’t frequent and there didn’t seem to be any kind of rhythm to it, but it was there most definitely.

And it was pissing you off beyond belief.

What made you furious was the next sound.

“Ah, Jungkook!” a girl’s voice mewled from towards the back.

“Shh!” A hurried whisper responded.

Oh that fucking degenerate.

You shoved your desk chair back and stormed towards the nonfiction section. When you arrived, there Jungkook was, his hands down an undergrad skirt and his tongue down her throat. You crossed your arms and stuck your tongue in your cheek out of irritation.

“Excuse me,” you announced yourself. The girl pulled away and looked like a poor deer caught in headlights. Obviously, it wasn’t her idea to get frisky in the library at almost midnight.

“O-Oh! I’m so sorry!” she yelped, bowing her head frantically.

“Sup, Y/N?” Jungkook said, pushing his hair back off his forehead.

“As much as I appreciate the fact that you’re showing the nonfiction books some kind of action, this isn’t what we meant,” you stated.

“Unfortunately we misunderstood,” he quipped.

“B-But-”

“You’re fine, just go home dear,” you said to the panicked younger woman. She nodded before adjusting her skirt and collecting her purse and running out of the library.

“Yet another fuck you’ve lost for me, I’m going to expect reimbursement,” he smirked.

“Oh spare me,” you said, rolling your eyes. “What are you doing in the library with a girl? Thought your scholarships were at risk?” you bit back.

“Two tests today that I aced thanks to that young lady, I was just repaying her for her tutoring skills,” he winked. You resisted the urge to slap him, rubbing your temples to ease the dull ache that was appearing.

“Jungkook, I don’t care what you do in your free time. Dick down all the girls or guys you want, but not in the fucking library,” you growled.

“You just called it a fucking library, don’t give me ideas,” Jungkook warned.

“Listen, if you take furthering your education as a joke then so be it. But a majority of us here don’t, so don’t fuck with other people and pester them. Don’t get them in trouble because of your weird voyeuristic fetish. Get out or actually study something,” you said before turning to walk away.

“Are you available for study?” he tested.

“Depends, can I cut you open and see what happened to the brain in your skull, if it’s still there?” you questioned.

“So feisty, but perhaps I should clarify. I need help with my lines, are you available for study sessions? I recall you saying you’d help me.”

“First, you refused to take responsibility for your role as Romeo, then you exploit a weakness of mine to get what you want, then I catch you in the library attempting to get at it with a lowerclassmen, and now you ask for my help... Honestly, is there a brain in your head or is it just sort of... empty?”

Jungkook chuckled before coming closer, towering over you in an intimidating fashion. You felt fear spike into your throat. What was he doing?

“If you want an apology for my behavior, you can have one. I’m sorry I was a prick and put my wants over the common good, and am now only trying to do right by it because my future was threatened by my actions. However, did I not say I would give it my best shot? I meant that, but you’re helping everyone else but me... That seems a smidge like bias if I’ve ever seen it,” Jungkook tutted.

“Rehearsal is tomorrow night if you want-”

“Not my scene,” he joked softly. “No, I want private lessons from you, Miss Teacher’s Pet. Because you’re the best, and I want the best,” he sighed.

“You’re so fucking egotistical, if you think that statement will make me more willing to aid you, then you have lost your damn mind. No, Jungkook. I’ll help you like everyone else, at practice,” you stated firmly.

He leaned back and sighed, running his hand through his hair.

“What would it take to change your mind?” he offered, raising an eyebrow.

“Jungkook-”

“I’m serious, I’ll give you anything you want if you just tutor me privately,” he said, speaking in earnest.

“Why do you want me to tutor you so bad? Isn’t there a sluttier underclassmen you could seduce to read Romeo and Juliet with you?” you said impatient.

“Nah, I’d get distracted. With you, I know none of my charms work, so it’s easier because then you won’t be begging for me before we’re halfway through an act,” he explained.

“Oh my God-”

“Jungkook is fine,” he teased.

“Fine, if you want me to tutor you privately then so be it. But, in exchange I need your dedication,” you started.

“Deal-”

“Ah ah, you didn’t let me finish Jeon,” you warned.

“You want dedication you’ve got it! Not a problem!” he said.

“No sex, hook ups or parties until the final curtain of our performance. You can have sex with whatever after that. But you are easily distracted by women, booze and overall debauchery. So to curb that, if you want me to tutor you, you’ll follow that rule,” you announced.

Jungkook paled. The sight made you want to laugh. “Y-You’re not serious right? This is just a sick joke,” he asked.

“The only sick joke is the fact you think I’m kidding. I’m serious Jungkook, you’ll only get distracted by all of that. It’s two months,” you soothed.

“My dick will fall off! Can I at least get like blow jobs or something like that?” he pleaded.

“I think I made myself clear,” you stated.

“Jesus fuck, don’t you know how bad that’s gonna suck? Seriously, blue balls will be a worse distraction!” he complained.

“W-well I’m sure you’ll live,” you stated, flushing. Jungkook seemed to examine you closer before breaking into a wide grin.

“Are you a virgin?” he asked, getting closer.

“N-No,” you lied. “And it’s none of your business anyways. Do we have a deal or not?” you asked. Jungkook sighed before nodding.

“You drive a hard bargain, Y/N, but a deal you have. I won’t dick down the campus until after the final curtain. And you’ll tutor me privately?” he said, sticking his hand out. You pushed it away before looking him in the eye.

“I promise.”

* * *

“I can’t believe that you agreed to do something so nice for that fucking asshole,” Taehyung whined as you two walked through the grocery store.

“Because, the guy needs to know what it’s like to work hard for something. Trust me, I’m not going to make it easy for him,” you snarled. “The fucker is going to pay for acting like an entitled piece of shit,” you said.

“But, if you hate his guts so much, don’t you think that’s going to show in your performance?” Taehyung questioned, heading towards the chips. Smacking his hands you shook your head.

“I am an incredible actress thank you very much,” you stated, reaching for the ramyeon packages on the shelves.

“Are you seriously buying more of those sodium bombs? You’re already salty enough as it is,” Taehyung declared.

“Coming from the one who doesn’t pay my rent and doesn’t pay for my groceries and still manages to eat a majority of my food,” you growled. Taehyung bowed his head out of fear then pouted.

“Can you at least get the chicken ones?” he begged.

“Are you kidding? I’m no sadist,” you said, throwing the chicken packages into the cart.

Taehyung seemed appeased.

The rest of the trip seemed to go off without a hitch, until you spotted something that bothered you in the check out line.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking-” you growled before Taehyung managed to grab your arms.

There was Jeon Jungkook, dressed in his typical playboy-esque button down with almost half the buttons open, a girl at his side and a packet of condoms in his grasp.

“Easy, Y/N, we’re in public and neither of us have the bail money to get you out of jail this month,” Taehyung warned. You ripped your arms away and trudged towards the feminine hygiene section.

This was utter bullshit. Jeon Jungkook looked you dead in the eye and lied to you. Right to your fucking face and here he was getting condoms so he could continue on his escapades while you were supposedly none the wiser! You had a job, you had other things to do than worry about his grades and his life! So why the fuck did he think he had the right to walk all over your kindness?

Gripping the container in your hands you shoved past the people and made your way to the cocky bastard with your point in hand.

“Jeon Jungkook!” you growled, throwing the pregnancy test down at the checkout, along with his condoms.

“Uh hey, Y/N-”

“I expect you to pay for this, since it is your fault,” you said, crossing your arms and watching the face of the other girl turn up in disgust.

“What?!” Jungkook coughed, looking from you to the pregnancy test in shock.

“Don’t what me! This is your fault, so twenty bucks to find out if we’re royally screwed shouldn’t be that big of a deal right?” you continued to tease.

“Y/N, what are you-”

“Are you serious Kook? And here you were so adamant that we had to use protection but another one of your girls might be carrying your kid? What the fuck! Don’t call me again, have a nice fucking life, dickwad,” the pretty brunette stated before heading out of the line.

“Noona-wait!” Jungkook tried but it was too late. Her retreating form made your facade break and you erupted in laughter. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jungkook had the audacity to yelp.

“Excuse you? Oh fuck no, Jeon Jungkook. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Getting closer to him you pushed your finger against his annoyingly toned chest and began your accusations. “I seem to recall our agreement didn’t have any kind of this action happening for you until the final curtain on our performance in two months buster, so care to explain why you're here buying baby repellant?”

“As I recall you pushed away my hand, so I don’t remember us sealing the agreement in any kind of fashion,” he said flippantly, smiling down at you with his cocky grin.

“You’re the worst person alive, Jeon Jungkook. How can you look into someone’s eyes and lie to them? Not only did you force my hand at this, but then when I try to make an agreement, some form of accord between the two of us, you are so quick to agree... However, I understand now that perhaps this whole thing has been a sham. You losing your scholarships, you fearing a disappointed mother-”

“Don’t. Speak. About. My mother,” he warned in a dark voice. You felt his grip on your shoulders as you were shoved back into the cart of an elderly lady behind you.

“Young man! You shouldn’t handle a pregnant woman so roughly!” she accused. Jungkook smiled at you before turning to the older grandmother.

“Might not even be my kid, who knows with this one,” he smirked before tossing the condoms back at you. “Save yourself the trouble next time and use these instead of trying to blame the hot one for all your troubles.”

You stood there in shock as he walked away, flipping you off as he went.

The feeling of tears welling up in your eyes made you so angry. He didn’t have the right to do that to you...

“Oh dear honey, it’ll be alright... A lot of men panic when a baby is thrown into the mix but everything will work out for the better. Just focus on being healthy, okay?” she soothed.

“Should never try to have a child with a child,” you scoffed...

* * *

A few days passed with no word from Jeon Jungkook. Taehyung approached you shortly after the incident and offered his spleen kicking services, which you hastily denied. You went to class and then to work and at no point did you see or think of Jeon Jungkook until you were getting ready to close up the library one night...

It was almost midnight, and you were fighting to stay awake in the silent library. Until a soft cough brought you out of it. You looked up with bleary eyes and saw the same underclassmen that was with Jungkook a few nights back.

“Hi, m-may I please rent this book?” she asked, holding a history of greek mythology book out in front of her. You gave her a tired smile before taking the book gently from her hands.

“Of course, what’s your name?”

“Mina,” she said. You nodded and found her in the system before dating and stamping the book with the proper information.

“Okay I’ll need this back in two weeks. Of course you can always come back and renew the rental period if you need it longer as well,” you said softly.

“I’m sorry!” she yelped, bowing low in front of you.

Confusion swept over your features before you responded. “Uh, for what?”

“For doing inappropriate things in the library with an upperclassmen!” she whimpered.

“Mina?” you asked, wanting her to raise her head.

“Y-yeah?” she said quietly.

“You’re not in trouble, and I don’t think any less of you... Hell I don’t even know you, so who am I to judge you?” you said.

“I-I guess, but I still feel so bad! Jungkook said-”

“There’s your problem, you listened to that idiot,” you scoffed.

“J-Jungkook isn’t a bad guy,” she whispered softly.

“Honey, men like him only want one thing from you and then-”

“He just wants to be loved.”

Her statement took you off guard.

“What? Jungkook wants to be loved? Honey, I don’t want you to misinterpret his attention as affection because it’s not-”

Mina stood up quickly. “I know. He doesn’t like me and only used me as a means to an end. I don’t mind that, because I found something out about Jungkook that he doesn’t let anyone know...” she whispered.

“Then why do you sound like you’re going to tell me?” you questioned.

“Because I feel like you’re the only one who could get through to him... Jungkook has dealt with a lot of shit throughout his life. Some of it undeserving,” she said.

“I know... I knew him in high school,” you declared. Mina got closer, more adamant.

“Then you know what his mother and father did to him right?” she said, a relieved expression on her face. You swallowed thickly.

“No, I don’t. I just know that he gets defensive when you bring up his mother,” you clarified.

“Oh... Well, before his father died Jungkook took beatings for his mother. His father was an angry drunk, the whole cliche. His mother didn’t want to leave him because she knew she couldn’t support Jungkook on her own. So, when his father had a stroke, Jungkook’s mother took his life insurance policy and bought him a train ticket here and five months of rent in his first apartment. She wanted him to accept his scholarships and to get the heck out of dodge, because just because his father was now dead, didn’t mean the other family members wouldn’t come looking for scraps of his insurance and money they owed him in life. So Jungkook is here, and his mother hasn’t been in touch for a few months. But Jungkook promised he wouldn’t be back until he graduated and was the first in his family to do so.”

Your stomach twisted painfully at the memories of Jungkook coming to class late and having bruises on his cheek or a stiff back. He blamed them on practicing too hard and hurting himself... But in reality he was suffering more than anyone could ever know.

“How did you find out?” you asked simply.

“Jungkook got drunk after one of our study sessions and spilled all after a rather heated call from an Uncle he’d met once or twice. Jungkook’s father was an Insurance Broker so, God only knows how much money he had. But money means next to nothing if the holder is abusive and a shit parent,” Mina commented.

“And you think I can do something for him?” you asked. Mina nodded her head furiously.

“You’re the only girl I’ve seen that doesn’t tolerate his attitude, if anything you give him a run for his money. Jungkook admires that in you, and therefore, you have a gap of space in his brain. Somewhere between the booze and the women, sits you... And I’m sure not even he knows why... What I’m trying to say is, Jungkook isn’t what he portrays himself to be... If someone could just take the time to get to know him, the real him, then maybe he’d have a chance at a happier life than the one he’s dead set on having,” Mina explained.

Your heart thudded painfully in your chest. Because you knew she was right. She was absolutely right about Jeon Jungkook...

And you had misjudged him.

* * *

The walk home that night was a silent one. Normally you listen to your favorite music, or listen to a new podcast episode... but tonight was for reflection.

Mina’s words struck a chord within you and now you had a massive mess on your hands. However, with your track record with the boy, reasoning with him wasn’t going to be very easy.

You rounded the corner of your street and smelt something awful.

“Ew, Jesus,” you groaned as you saw a man laying in a pool of vomit, surrounded by beer bottles and various liquors.

The stench was terrible, and you hoped that he would be gone by morning, when a familiar groan came from the body. Your head snapped back to the mass of a man laying on the ground. His hood was pulled all the way up his head, keeping his identity hidden from you. You crouched next to him slowly and pulled the fabric off his head, revealing Jungkook’s form to you.

He was pale, a mess of vomit and snot covering his face.

You bit your lip as you considered your options...

“Hey,” you said gruffly, prodding at his arm with your foot. Jungkook merely groaned and coughed, remaining still otherwise. “Jungkook, get up,” you tried again. However, he was out, completely and utterly wasted and laying in the middle of a sidewalk.

You sighed and rubbed your forehead in frustration. “Why is it that I’m always too nice to you,” you groaned and got down on your knees, pulling his toned frame up off the pavement. You huffed as you discovered that Jungkook was made of pure muscle, possibly some bricks too that were situated in his brain... Anyway, he was entirely too heavy for you to carry on your own.

“Y/N? What are you doing here, and why is Jungkook on the ground?”

By sheer luck and the will of whatever powers that be, Namjoon’s voice trailed through the air.

“Namjoon!” you yelped, dropping Jungkook ungracefully on the ground. He grunted in response, otherwise remaining silent.

“Hey, uh, what’s up?” he asked, putting his hand behind his head.

“Well, I was on my way home and found this mess laying in his own vomit... And, as big of a pain that he is, I can’t sleep tonight knowing I left him here if he needs help... Care to help me carry a drunken college student to my apartment?” you said with a weak smile.

“You’re too kind, you know that? This dick doesn’t really deserve it,” Namjoon stated. You sighed and rubbed your face.

“Maybe not, but everyone needs help every once in a while... And now I might have some leverage over him. If the campus finds out he was drinking and being disorderly, that could get him expelled, which I don’t think he wants,” you reasoned.

“Fair enough, lead the way.”

Heading back over to Jungkook’s mass of muscle you and Namjoon carefully lifted the man up and slung his arms over your shoulders. Namjoon and yourself locking hands and securing him in your grasp to ensure he wouldn’t get hurt.

“Jesus what does this fucker eat! I’ve only seen him drink booze and slam some burgers...” Namjoon groaned as the two of you struggled up the stairs.

“Juuuuuu-eck,” Jungkook mumbled.

“Just hang on a little longer Jungkook,” you eased, patting his hand. It was at times like these where having an apartment on the third floor of a building made you regret your kinder side. However, when you made it onto the landing, not without Jungkook almost causing you and Namjoon to fall backwards more than once, relief flooded your system.

“Holy fucking soccer players, this bitch is heavy,” Namjoon groaned, dragging his feet.

“Juuuu-” Jungkook kept mumbling.

“What do you think he’s trying to say?” Namjoon asked, offhandedly as you fumbled with your keys.

“Who knows,” you sighed, finally unlocking the door to your apartment and ushering Namjoon and Jungkook inside.

Stumbling through the halls of your small abode Namjoon and yourself finally navigated Jungkook to your couch. You groaned and fell onto the floor, rubbing your protesting shoulders.

“Do you think you’ll need help from here or do you got it?” Namjoon asked, rotating his arms in a similar fashion to yours.

“I think I can manage from here, but seriously, thanks so much for helping us,” you said sitting up.

“Us?” Namjoon questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh! No-uh, that’s not what this is! We aren’t, I mean, I’m not. I could never-”

“Easy easy, I was only teasing,” Namjoon chuckled. You sighed and gave him a smile.

“But for real... Thank you, Namjoon,” you stated softly. He gave you a grin before patting your head.

“Don’t mention it, just kick his ass in the morning for being a dick. You think you can handle that?” he teased.

“With pleasure,” you agreed.

Namjoon left and you found yourself alone in your apartment with one of the most infamous sex Gods to ever roam the campus: Jeon Jungkook.

You thought you’d see if he would come to long enough to drink some water. Going to your sink you grabbed a cup and filled it with nice cool water. Adding a pink straw for your own selfish purposes you kneeled next to Jungkook’s sleeping frame.

“Hey, Jungkook,” you said, shaking his shoulder gently.

“Juuuu-u,” he groaned.

“Juuuu,” you teased back softly. “Drink this for me, yeah?” you asked, bringing the straw to his annoyingly beautiful mouth. You managed to poke the straw in between his lips, but Jungkook wasn’t drinking it. You fear that he might start suffering from dehydration and alcohol poisoning if you didn’t do something. And if he did go to the hospital then no doubt he’d be kicked out of school for good.

“God you always manage to be a pain in my ass,” you groaned. So with reluctance you went to your bathroom and grabbed a washcloth and some toothpaste. Coming back you took the toothpaste and squeezed it in his mouth because like hell you were going anywhere near him with alcohol and vomit breath. Jungkook sputtered and the toothpaste managed to get all over his cheek. Quickly cleaning him up and making a solid attempt at brushing his teeth you grabbed the water from the floor and pulled it into your mouth.

‘Here goes nothing,’ you thought to yourself as you leaned down and pressed your lips against his. You poked your tongue against his lips and managed to drop the water into his mouth. Rubbing his throat you got Jungkook to swallow calmly. Your heart eased at the idea of him getting the hydration he desperately needed. So you went in for another mouthful of water. Doing the same sort of dropping method, Jungkook swallowed more water.

You continued the process until the water was completely gone. Jungkook seemed to have regained some of his color too, that fact put you at ease. Moving to the bathroom once more you wet the washcloth and gathered some soap on it and walked out to the living room. Kneeling by his side again you brought the warm cloth to his neck and began wiping away the dried snot and vomit that remained.

Jungkook seemed to be more relaxed, his mumbling having stopped and breathing even. As you cleaned him up you wondered what brought him to the state you found him in. Did a girl do this? Or did something happen? Perhaps he has already been kicked out of school...

Your heart jolted at the thought. But, whatever the case may be at least he was off the street and cleaned up for the night.

Taking the dampened and dirty washcloth to your laundry bin you began getting ready for bed. Changing into your pajamas and washing your face as you hummed to yourself softly. You came out of your bedroom, holding an extra blanket and pillow in your grasp. Heading out to the living room you found Jungkook hadn’t moved. Lifting his head up gingerly you placed the pillow there so that he wouldn’t strain his neck. Then placing the soft blanket over his obviously exhausted self to finish it off. Next you set a bottle of aspirin and another glass of water on the table next to him for when he awoke.

As you headed for your bedroom, Jungkook mumbled again. But this time, you could make it out. “Mom, don’t go.”

* * *

Jungkook’s head was pounding when he peaked his eyes open that morning. His throat was a little sore, but he wasn’t as uncomfortable as he normally was. Usually Jungkook woke up on the floor of a frat house or something along those lines, but right now he found himself on a couch... A particularly comfortable one at that.

Did he sleep over at one of his hookups house on accident?

Fuck.

The smell of waffles made his stomach pinch painfully.

“Hmmhmm,” a voice hummed from the kitchen.

Jungkook swallowed thickly and turned to see medicine and a glass of water sitting on the table beside him. Quickly he popped the tablets in his mouth and drank the entire thing of water in a few gulps. Although, Jungkook wasn’t as thirsty as he normally was when hungover.

Feeling the blanket and pillow Jungkook wondered where the fuck he was. It wasn’t Mina’s place, because there were other girls that lived there and it would certainly be louder there. Wasn’t Seokjin’s place because he wasn’t rudely awakened to the sound of his hyung’s morning escapades...

He looked around and tried to find some sort of context clues to his location, but found none...

“So you’re awake.”

Jungkook jumped and turned his head to find... You...?

“Y/N?” he asked, looking confused.

“Ah, so you don’t remember,” you said, giving a soft smile.

“R-Remember what?” Jungkook asked, feeling his mouth go dry at the sight of you in the morning. Hair falling slightly disheveled but not unpleasantly so. Your face, still a little puffy from sleep. You looked incredible. Not to mention that he could distinctly see you forwent a bra at night.

“That’s a shame, I would’ve liked for you to recall your evening last night,” you smirked. Jungkook looked down at his clothes then back to you. If he’d had sex with you and was too drunk to remember then he’d surely throw himself down some stairs.

Time to put on a show.

“Of course I remember, how could I forget?” he asked, winking. You scoffed.

“Yeah, being covered in your puke and boogers was a pretty hilarious scene to stumble upon,” you grinned. Jungkook went slack jawed. Had he really gotten that drunk?

Holy fucking shit that wasn’t good.

“Uh... Well, you see-”

“Cut the shit Jeon, I can see it on your face you don’t remember squat,” you declared. Jungkook ran his tongue over his teeth in irritation but sighed in defeat.

“You caught me, care to catch me up?” he asked.

“Well, I was on my way home from working at the library, thankfully there were no teenagers trying to get freaky in the philosophy section last night,” you began. Jungkook couldn’t help it.

“Found my next hookup spot then,” he grinned.

“I’ll cut off whatever micro penis you have if you disgrace Zeno and Socrates with that type of debauchery,” you warned.

“At least I’d get your hands on my dick somehow,” he grinned. You gagged and left the room. Jungkook thought he’d scared you off when you came back with a plate.

“Here, eat it,” you said, holding it out for him. Jungkook was shocked to say the least.

“U-Uh, what-”

“Have you never seen a plate of waffles before? I made them for you, so eat them, jerk,” you chastised. Jungkook flushed and took the plate, quickly setting to work on devouring every bite. You set a cup of black coffee on the table and sprinkled something in it before Jungkook spoke up.

“What did you put in the coffee?” he asked, warily.

“Salt numbnuts,” you said.

“Why would you put salt in someone’s coffee?” he asked, raising a disgusted brow.

“Cuts down the bitterness, makes it easier to stomach. That’s why I made you waffles because it’ll help absorb the excess stomach acid you produced last night. You don’t have to drink it if you don’t want it,” you said.

“No no, I, uh... I’ll have it please,” he coughed awkwardly.

You nodded and sat down in the chair across from the couch and watched him eat. Jungkook seemed to be thoroughly enjoying every bite, until it was gone and he set his plate down and chugged his coffee.

“You’ll throw up all my hard work if you do that,” you warned.

“Sorry, it’s good and I’m starving,” he said. You nodded and crossed your legs. Jungkook’s attention immediately went to your legs that were slowly captivating him. The smooth expanse of your skin calling out to him, making him want to touch it.

Fuck, was he still drunk?

“Listen Jungkook, we have a month and a half until opening night and you still don’t know anything about Shakespeare so I think it’d be in your best interest to get on it,” you said, crossing your arms now too. Fuck... Were you trying to kill him?

“I appreciate what you’ve done for me,” he started, like he was going to say something else that proved otherwise.

“Then listen to what I have to say,” you tried. Jungkook huffed but nodded and leaned back against the couch. “Last night you were drunk and disorderly on campus property. Considering your current situation with the board and directors of the college, I think we can help each other out a bit,” you suggested.

“Is this bribery I hear?” Jungkook smiled.

“It’s not bribery, it’s a threat,” you warned. Jungkook’s smile diminished.

“Okay,” he said softly.

“If you don’t give me your best effort as Romeo Montague in the following weeks I’ll report you to the Dean and President of the school and request for your removal from this University,” you said.

Jungkook paled as if he really was going to be sick this time. “What? You’ve got to be kidding, Y/N, do you know what that would do to me?”

“Are you aware that everyone else’s grades depend on you as well? It doesn’t feel so good to be helpless does it?” you said in a cold tone.

“And everyone thinks you are so nice,” he scoffed.

“I put you up last night, cleaned the vomit off of you. Gave you a place to sleep that wasn’t the sidewalk where anyone or anything could’ve happened to you. I fed you... Now, I chose to do all those things for you. Kindness is expressed in many ways and by many different people. I’m not here to lecture you Jungkook. But, I am here to make a point to you. Help us, or you’re fucked. It’s as simple as that,” you stated.

Jungkook rubbed his face and then stared at you. His deep brown eyes were practically ripping into your soul. It made you waver slightly in your strong exterior. Because no matter how incredible of an actress you were, attraction was a fickle beast. You wouldn’t be so ignorant to say you didn’t find Jungkook handsome. His personality made you less aware of his physical beauty at times, but right now... He was stunning.

Hair disheveled and sticking up in a cute manner. His face flushed from sleep and still slightly pale from his sickness. His lips were red and pouty naturally that made you flustered. It brought you back to the night prior when you-

“Fine. You got me, Y/N, I’ll do what you want this time. For real,” he said.

“Your word means nothing to me Jungkook, you’ve screwed me over once. Just know that if you don’t follow through with your end this time... I won’t be ruining your chances with a beautiful woman... I’ll ruin your life,” you said.

The room became heavy and you found that it was your time to leave.

“If you want to take a shower, you’re more than welcome. I have some clothes in there if you want them. My cousin’s old stuff that I’ve used as old pajamas. But you can have them,” you said, beginning to leave the room. “And Jungkook?” you said, turning to him in the doorway.

“What?” he said low, obviously deep in thought.

“I don’t know what made you drink so much last night... But if you ever need some help, you can count on me. I promise.”

With that you left the room, and Jungkook whispered to himself.

“I remember.”

* * *

True to your statement, you met with Jungkook privately in the library. You were curious if he would show up, seeing as how you were certain last time he wouldn’t stand you up.

Although, like a scolded child, Jungkook showed up five minutes early to your scheduled appointment. He threw his bag on the floor and huffed, obviously disappointed he’d have to be here instead of getting frisky with young women. “Alright, I’m here, happy?” He questioned. You smiled simply.

“I’m happy for your sake, yes,” you responded cold.

“Alright, fine. No need to get all pissy, I’m here so, let’s get to work,” he said, sitting down in the chair next to you. You could feel his body heat from where you were seated. It made your heart race, uncomfortably so. Normally you could just ignore Jungkook’s playboy attitude but right now? He was affecting you just by sitting near you!

“Yeah,” you sighed, opening your playbook and handing him one.

“Thanks,” he said offhandedly before opening it. His eyebrows raised. “Why is it highlighted?” he questioned. You flushed pink and realized you did it without thinking.

“Uh, I-wanted to make sure this goes fast so, I highlighted your lines and stage directions for you when I did mine,” you explained. Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

“Why thank you sweetheart, how kind of you to think of me,” he flirted, getting closer.

“Come closer and see what happens, Jeon Jungkook,” you scolded.

“I’m curious to find out-OOF!” he yelped as your elbow hit his stomach. “Oh fuck,” he gasped in pain.

“There, consider your curiosity quenched,” you declared.

Jungkook simply coughed and shook his head. “Fuck dude, not playing with that again. Holy shit, I need my stomach to eat you know,” he whined.

Without lifting your head from your script you responded. “Last I knew you only used it to drink.”

“You give me and my remarks a run for my money, doll,” he smiled.

“It’s not a race if you’ve already lost Jungkook,” you sassed.

“Ooh shit-”

“Anyways, let’s start with your first scene. It’s with Benvolio, who’s played by Taehyung, so I’ll read Benvolio, you read Romeo. Action,” you said. “Good morrow cousin,” you began.

“Is the day so young?” Jungkook asked, sounding bored.

“Jungkook,” you scolded.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I say five words and you’re already stopping me?” he groaned in disbelief.

“Listen, in this scene Romeo-”

“He’s upset because he lost his side chick right?” Jungkook answered, reading ahead.

“What?” you asked incredulously.

“Wait, no...” he paused, reading further. “He really liked this girl... I see,” he concluded.

“How did you...?”

“He says it right here, I have lost myself. I am not Romeo, he is some other where.”

You were speechless. Of course it isn’t difficult to figure out that Romeo is missing someone he loves in this scene... But for Jungkook to pick up on it so quickly, it was rather impressive.

“Since you understand,” you began. “Try acting as if you miss someone you love. Someone that doesn’t want to see you, but you long to see them,” you explained.

“Easy enough,” he mumbled. His words made your heart skip slightly.

Did he miss someone?

“Good morrow cousin,” you stated.

“Is the day so young?” Jungkook repeated, this time, looking wistful and almost lost in thought. It was perfect, and he did it with only one repeat.

What the fuck was this dude’s secret?

You continued on, giving Jungkook subtle hints and letting him figure out the scene for himself. As you discovered, he was actually rather intelligent when he needed to be, and picked up on the intricacies of the Tragedy very fast. You just wanted to work through the first act today, so when you hit scene five, you were ready to call it a night.

“I think four scenes is enough for tonight-”

“This is where our character’s meet,” Jungkook grinned.

“Yes, this is the scene where Romeo and Juliet meet for the first time-”

“Don’t they kiss?” he asked, flipping through the pages.

“Jungkook you’ve done very well today and I’m tired so-”

“There! I say: Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take,” he grinned. “Ooh! We kiss twice in this scene!”

“Jungkook stop,” you rubbed your face.

“Come on, now you’re upset I’m getting into the literature?” he accused.

“You’re not getting into anything, come on, time to go,” you said.

“I won’t kiss you, but like you said. Mrs. Abernathy is one hard bitch, and if we fake it on stage surely we’ll suffer. Might as well kiss me and get used to it so the first time we do it isn’t on stage, can’t have you turning into a flustered mess,” he smirks.

“If you want to practice the scene so bad, call Mina, I’m sure she’d be thrilled to make out with you here. But I’m going home,” you said, standing up and heading towards the door. You felt Jungkook’s hand on your wrist.

“Parting is such sweet sorrow,” he whispered. You pulled your hand from his wrist.

“That I shall say good night till it be morrow.”

And with that, you left Jungkook standing in the room.

“I get that line now...”

* * *

It was two weeks until your performance and you were starting to work on the stage. Everyone had unanimously voted on having you be stage director, seeing as how you knew it the best. Mrs. Abernathy was nowhere to be found... It was up to you guys to pull this off.

It was about twenty minutes before rehearsal started and Jungkook still hadn’t shown up. Taehyung approached you with a bottle of water. “Do you think he’s gonna show?” he asked, unscrewing the cap and drinking.

“It’d be stupid of him not to,” you declared. “Hey, Baekhyun! Can you bring down the key light to a brighter setting? This looks too dark for it to be a market place in the middle of the day!”

“You got it!”

“Such a bossy lady.”

“Holy shit, is that Jeon Jungkook?”

“I thought we were fucked! Dude you made it!”

“Look what the cat dragged in.”

A group of people swarmed Jungkook and started to chat him up. Asking if he was serious about helping us so we wouldn’t fail. You watched as he eased everyone’s mind. Telling them exactly what they wanted to hear. “Plus, Y/N has been helping me a lot, so I think we’re gonna do great,” he said with a smile.

“Dude that’s awesome!”

Namjoon strolled up behind you and placed his hand on Taehyung’s shoulder. “Seems like he’s more alert than the last time I saw him,” he chuckled

“Less vomit and old vodka stench,” you reminisced.

“What?” Taehyung asked.

Oh fuck.

“Oh nothing, I just helped Y/N carry Jungkook to her apartment after we found him fucking shit faced on the sidewalk,” Namjoon explained. Taehyung’s eyebrows rose so high you were curious if they were going to fly off his face. You wouldn’t put it past them...

“Fuck you, we’re buying the good ramen next time you go grocery shopping for keeping that from me,” Taehyung growled.

“What do you mean we’re buying?! You and your bitch ass make me pay for it!” you yelled.

“Save me, Friar Lawrence!” Taehyung squeaked, looking at Namjoon.

“I gotta go read something about God or whatever, bye!” With that you glared down at Taehyung with murderous intent before you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“What?” you growled, before you saw pitiful Rina looking at you with the stage directions.

“H-here are the stage directions...” she trailed off. It’s a good thing she didn’t get Juliet, because if she had to put up with Jungkook’s constant borage of flirting her heart might give out. Lady Montague is plenty for her.

“Sorry Rina, just stressed is all,” you smiled. She nodded and returned your soft grin and ran off. You sighed and checked them over, approving everything and then handing them off to your Stage Manager Kai.

“Can you make sure that everyone has the directions for the first act please?” you questioned.

“Sure! I’ll get it done,” he smiled.

“You seriously look like some chaebol off of a drama series,” Taehyung laughed.

“Careful what you say, Benvolio,” you growled.

“Yes Lady Juliet,” he cringed.

“But soft, what beauteous body stands within my wake,” Jungkook teased, coming closer.

“I’m going to go find Jimin and see if the costume fitting is going okay,” Taehyung announced before walking off. Leaving you alone with Jungkook.

“Not one you’re ever going to see, what do you want Jungkook?” you asked, already exhausted from his conversation.

“You okay? You seem tired,” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m fine,” you yawned.

The past couple of days you’d been pulling all nighters studying for your other classes and tutoring Jungkook, as well as working at the library and making sure that everything runs smoothly for this production. It was starting to weigh heavy on you.

“Look kinda pale, have you eaten?” he asked, coming closer.

“I don’t have time for this Jungkook, go meet up with Jin so that you can get your measurements taken for your costumes. I think I got a few that might work, but there might need to be alterations and-”

“Do you want to go get something to eat after this?” he asked out of the blue.

“W-what?” you asked, turning to look at him with wide eyes.

“I mean, nothing fancy. But fuck even a bagel would be fine, you look like you’re gonna collapse,” he announced.

“Jungkook, I’m fine. Now either go get fitted for your costume or flirt with the undergrads, I’ve got other things to do,” you sneered. The second the words came out of your mouth you regretted them. He was just trying to be helpful at the very least. He didn’t have to be nice to you, fuck he was good at not being nice. But in the moment where he decides to show some semblance of kindness, you kick him to the curb. “Listen I’m-”

“No, I get it. If I start getting concerned about your well being, I must want to get in your fucking pants. So sorry, forget I asked,” he said, brushing past you and hitting his shoulder with yours. You sighed and rubbed the bridge of your nose, feeling a tension headache coming on fast.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Hoseok, the gentleman playing Mercutio asked. “You’ve taken on a lot of responsibility, maybe you should go home for the day and we’ll just read lines-”

“No, it’s fine. I’m good, Hobi, thanks for asking,” you played off before heading towards a larger group of people... Desperate to forget the faint feeling curling up your spine.

* * *

It was two hours into rehearsals and you were really not feeling good. You kept telling yourself that it was just the lights and exhaustion. You were going to be fine. You’d go home after this and relax, make sure that everything would work out just fine. That’s all you had to do first.

Jungkook had kept his distance from you, only speaking to you when his character required it. You felt terrible, truly. You hadn’t meant to snap it’s just, seeing him being praised by everyone, when a week ago they were all ready to fuck him over and tell Mrs. Abernathy that he was on his own. It was so fake, so cruel.

“You okay?” Jimin asked, coming forward.

“Yeah, everyone keeps asking me that. And I keep saying that I’m fine, honestly,” you said. Jimin frowned.

“You look weak,” he said, crossing his arms.

“I’m okay, rehearsal is almost over. I’ll go home and get some rest,” you smiled.

“We’re going Scene 5 of Act I,” Jimin said. “Baekhyun wants to make sure that the ambient lighting he ordered looks right for the halls of the set,” he explained.

You nodded, it was a smart idea. “I’ll go get ready. Can you find Chanyeol and tell him I’m going on stage and need him to direct for me?” Jimin nodded but quickly held your shoulders. “If you don’t want to do this you don’t have to. We can call it for the night, we’ve done a lot already,” Jimin suggested.

“No, another hour won’t kill me,” you reasoned before handing off your clipboard and going towards the stage.

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you really wanted to say yes. But what would everyone think then? Can’t last through a three hour rehearsal and she’s our Stage Director? What bullshit...

You can’t let everyone else down, so you’ll just do the scene and call it... Do the scene, and call it.

Not paying attention, you missed the last step heading to the stage and collided into a wall of muscle. Of course. “Sorry,” you whispered before moving to get off stage. A warm palm wrapped around your wrist.

“Y/N,” Jungkook’s voice soothed. “You really need to stop,” he said, almost pleading.

“It’s one scene Jungkook, I can do it,” you said.

“It’s one scene, it’s one beer, it’s one shot, do you hear yourself? Y/N, if you keep pushing you’re going to hurt yourself,” he declared.

“Jungkook,” you said, turning to face him. “This is my future, I have to get used to it at some point. We’re called starving artists for a reason. To express yourself in your art is more meaningful than food or water-”

“That’s bullshit, don’t give me that. You need to eat and you need to sleep right the fuck now,” he argued.

“Just leave it Jungkook!” you yelled. Everyone’s eyes were on the two of you.

“Then make me a promise,” he demanded.

“What?” you asked.

“Make me a fucking promise,” he held out his pinky. You scoffed and crossed your arms.

“A pinky promise?” you clarified.

“Don’t undermine the power of the pinky promise. If you break it I’ll cut your finger off,” he warned. You rolled your eyes and linked pinkies. “After this scene, you’re going to let me take you home with Taehyung so you can rest.”

“I promise,” you sealed.

“Don’t lie, cause you’ll lose a pinky,” he warned.

“Just not my right one, he’s my favorite,” you begged.

“Definitely will cut off the right one.”

The air felt cleared as you and Jungkook headed towards your positions. Everyone was in place and Chanyeol yelled action. Baekhyun hit the lights and the scene progressed fluidly. Min Yoongi took his place as Capulet, your father, which made you laugh. Yoongi seemed a more lackadaisical Capulet, but when he got into with Montague, played by Yugyeom, it was rather intense to say the least. Jimin was ready by Yoongi’s side as Count Paris, your suitor.

You watched as the scene unfolded, until Wendy came up beside you. She was the person playing as your Nurse. “You feeling alright, Y/N? You look a litt-”

“Hey, Y/N, time for you to head out,” Kai instructed. You gave Wendy a nod before the two of you went forward.

It was so bright out there, everything reflected harshly and it sort of made your head hurt. Not like it didn’t already, but that's besides the point. Everything was blending together. The lights and sound, you heard something like Jungkook’s voice.

“True beauty till this night!” he announced. You knew you must look a mess, but really this was a dry run. Surely everything would be okay. The scene was close to being over.

Wendy pulled you around to your proper spot before Jimin took your hand to start the dance. You knew it well, however in this state you found yourself heavily relying on Jimin’s movements to keep you steady. You cast a glance over Jimin’s shoulder to see Jungkook looking at you with frustration and... worry? But before you could make the decision of what emotion bothered his face Jimin had turned you around and it was forgotten.

You were handed off to one of the maskers and Jungkook interrupted your dance.

He fed you your cues, and you followed slowly, obviously off. However, if you just got through this last section...

“O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray: grant thou, lest faith turn to despair,” he said, becoming closer.

Jungkook’s face was fading out of your vision.

“Jungkook,” you breathed before you felt your legs give out.

“Y/N!”

“Shit!

“What happened?”

You felt yourself swirling in a pit of dark consciousness. As if you were sleeping, but your mind was alert.

“Damn it, you dumbass. I told you,” Jungkook’s voice came through your thoughts.

“Y/N!” Taehyung’s worried tambre came from your left.

“I’m gonna get the nursing students! Keep trying to talk to her!”

“Y/N! Wake up,” Taehyung whimpered. You heard rustling and felt your upper half being lifted.

“Is she alright?” Namjoon yelled from backstage, coming forward from the sound of his footpath.

“Passed out,” Taehyung said.

“Check her pulse,” Namjoon said.

You felt a cool hand touch your wrist and could feel your own breath hitting your face.

“She’s breathing, but her pulse is kind of low,” Jimin answered.

The world became muddled and everyone’s voices weren’t distinguishable.

“Move aside please!”

“Move aside!”

Unfamiliar voices came from your right. Students?

“Are there any injuries?”

“No I caught her before she fell,” Jungkook explained.

“Okay, have you tried to get her to come to?”

“She’s not responding to anything, but she’s breathing,” Jimin said.

“Alright, let our teacher know we are bringing in a possible dehydration and malnutrition case. We need an IV...”

Their voices faded away as you tried to open your eyes. But you found that you wanted to sink deeper and deeper into sleep.

“Alright bring the gurney in!”

Slowly, you were lifted into the air and placed on a cold surface. Someone’s hand was locked in yours as you made your way out of the performing arts center. Metallic doors shut and it was still. You must be heading towards the infirmary wing.

“What’s your relationship with the patient?”

“I’m her boyfriend.”

Then you fell into unconsciousness.

* * *

Your head throbbed and your tongue sat heavy in your mouth. You moved your shoulder, trying to open exhausted eyes. Peaking one open you gazed around the room.

Bright white and faded pastels greeted you as your vision cleared. The room was bare save for Taehyung falling asleep in the chair next to your bed. Slowly, you reached out for him. Taehyung was in different clothes than the last time you saw him. How long had you been here?

“Ta-e,” you croaked, voice sounding foreign to your own ears. Taehyung perked up in his seat, eyes falling on you immediately.

“Holy shit! Y/N!” he exclaimed, rushing forward and wrapping his arms around you. “Don’t you dare do that shit to me again, what the fuck you dumbass,” he cried, hiccuping into your hair.

“Tae,” you complained, bringing your hand up to rub his forearm. “Can I have some water,” you asked. Quickly, Taehyung pulled away and went to get your request.

“Here, sip slow,” he encouraged. You did so and Taehyung pet your hair softly.

“What happened?” you wondered out loud.

“Dehydration, malnutrition and anemia,” Taehyung answered.

“What?”

“You worked yourself too hard, idiot,” Taehyung scolded.

“I-I, I’m sorry, I let everybody down. Holy-oh damn, I’m so sorry-”

“Shut up, bossy lady,” Jungkook’s voice came through the room.

Taehyung and you both turned to look at him. Against your own reasoning, your heart beat accelerated. You swallowed thick and put your head down.

“What do you want, Jungkook?” you asked.

“You passed out, being my partner in this, I thought I should come and see how you were doing,” he explained.

“Since when did you care so much?” you grumbled. Jungkook sighed and rubbed his face.

“Anyways, you’ve only been out for a few hours,” Taehyung soothed.

“Thank you,” you said, keeping your eyes downcast.

“For what?” Taehyung asked.

“For staying here with me Tae, you didn’t have-“

“I didn’t, Jungkook's been here a majority of the time. I went to yours and got you some clothes. The students said you could leave and go home once you woke up. Jungkook is the one who-”

“Taehyung, shut the fuck up,” Jungkook warned. You looked over to him and raised an eyebrow.

“You stayed with me?” you questioned. Jungkook bit his lip and looked at his shoes.

“Yeah. Taehyung was too overwhelmed and everyone else was trying to figure out what the fuck was going on, so it just made sense,” he reasoned.

“It was crazy, he carried you out like a movie star! A real Romeo,” Taehyung teased.

“Taehyung,” Jungkook growled.

“Oh stop the pissing contest. Taehyung, can I have my clothes please?” you asked. He nodded and walked over to the door and went out, leaving you and Jungkook alone in the fluorescent lights.

“You scared the fuck out of me you know,” Jungkook whispered. Your head perked up and you gazed at him in shock.

“What?”

“Don’t do stupid shit like that again. You’re smarter than that,” he grumbled.

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t want to have to see you like this again. I-It bothers me to see you with all this shit around you,” he huffed, looking off to the side. His cheeks were tinged pink and your heart thrummed against your chest.

“Jungkook I-”

“Hey, Y/N! I got your clothes,” Taehyung announced, coming back in with a grin on his face.

“Feel better, Y/N, I think I’ll manage to practice tonight so you just take it easy,” Jungkook said, turning on his heel and heading out the door.

“Jungkook wait-” you started, before you attempted to get out of bed. But Taehyung grabbed your waist before you could even get close to doing what you wanted.

“Hold your horses, and take them to the old town road before you start moving and shit,” Taehyung complained, forcing you to take a seat. “What’s gotten into you?”

“What, what do you mean? I feel fine, so don’t worry,” you shush him, putting your hand up.

“Bitch sit your slightly too big ass down,” Taehyung said.

“The fuck did you just say?” You growled, looking at Taehyung with murderous intent.

“Calm down, you’re just being so antsy, it’s not like you,” he stated, raising a brow in your direction.

“Well I want to help him, we’ve been practicing all of this for so long,” you said, looking at the ceiling in defeat.

“We still have two full weeks before curtain, don’t make it so we have to do it without you because you got yourself put in an actual hospital,” Taehyung commented.

“I won’t Tae, I promise. I’ll go home and get some rest,” you assured your startled friend.

“You better, because we’ve got an A to get bitch, let’s get it!”

* * *

It was the night before curtain.

You’d done as promised and kept to a much more regular sleep schedule and ate healthy meals to keep you going. But there was Jungkook too.

Ever since that day you passed out, he’d changed.

He was quieter around you. Not joking like he would with the other students. Not that this bothered you at all... Okay maybe a little.

Especially when he would flirt with your fellow students.

That, for some reason, really grinded your gears.

Jungkook, however, was the picture of a perfect student with your help.

Showing up on time, lines memorized and ready to cooperate. It was odd to see such a change. But you guessed that he really didn’t want to fail. And neither did the rest of you.

Although, you and Jungkook still hadn’t practiced your stage kisses. You knew they were going to be real ones, but you weren’t sure you could handle that at this point. With all the weird things happening with Jungkook and your brain in general, you weren’t sure what to do. Jungkook had just kissed your forehead when it was time to do the stage kisses, but that certainly wasn’t going to convey a deeply in love couple.

Taehyung reassured you that when the time was right you would be able to kiss and everything would turn out fine, but in reality, you were just nervous as hell. You hadn’t ever really kissed someone before. The only thing that had come close was when you gave Jungkook water in your apartment!

Just the thought of it had your face heating up in a hurry. So you quickly fanned yourself, trying not to freak out.

“Hey, Y/N,” Jungkook’s voice came from behind you. You jumped, turning around quickly to scold him, when you stopped. He looked concerned about something.

“Everything alright Jungkook?” you asked. He nodded, but grabbed your wrist and started to pull you away into the wings of the theatre.

“I need to talk to you,” he said.

“Okay?” you said back, confused. But then your mind began to race. What could he want? Did you do something wrong? Had you done something that made him uncomfortable? What was he so concerned about?

“We need to start kissing for real, otherwise Abernathy will tan our hides. I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, but I think that we should do a couple practice ones before just so we aren’t awkwardly trying to figure it out on stage,” he explained.

Oh...

That was all.

Wait.

Kissing.

Jeon Jungkook.

That was fine. It was normal. People your age kissed other people all the time right? This was a totally normal thing for him to ask. Especially since your characters were supposed to be in love. You had to kiss. It was supposed to happen. But were you supposed to be this nervous about the whole thing? Was your mind supposed to be racing like this the whole time you were thinking about it because you were pretty sure-

“Y/N?” Jungkook asked, looking at you expectantly.

Then you realized you’d been standing there like an idiot without answering him.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry,” you said, putting your hand on your head.

“Are you alright? Have you been eating and everything? Do you need water?” he asked, genuinely concerned for your well being.

“Yes, yes Jungkook I’m fine. It’s okay. Honestly. I-I just spaced out is all,” you answered lamely.

“Okay, so, what do you think. Can... Can I kiss you?” he questioned.

“Um, yes. That’s fine. But, we... Not here, let’s go up to the light booth,” you suggested.

“Um, why?” he asked, as you started dragging him up the steps towards the booth.

“Because, it’s quiet up there and... Uh, no one can see us?” you offered.

“I’m not gonna, like, stick my tongue down your throat or anything. We just need to kiss,” he said like it was the simplest thing in the world.

The pair of you entered the lighting booth and you shut and locked the door. Jungkook looked at you with confusion written on his face, but didn’t say anything.

You stood there, looking at him expectantly.

“Well?” you asked.

“What?” he answered.

“Are you gonna kiss me or not?” you asked.

“Y/N, you seem to be getting a little confused here. When I say I’m going to kiss you, I mean I’m just going to, ya know. Kiss you, not like, grope you or something,” he said, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“No, I know, it’s just...” you trailed off.

“Just what?” he persisted.

“Imayhaveneverkissedanyonebefore,” you rushed out.

“I’m sorry, you’re gonna have to slow that one down speedy gonzales,” he said, looking at you in confusion.

“I may have... never kissed anyone before,” you said slower this time.

Jungkook gawked at you for a moment.

“What?!” you squeaked.

“I just...”

“I know, it’s super lame and I’m a pathetic little virgin who doesn’t know what she’s doing but that’s not the problem here. Just kiss me and get it over with!” you said.

“Y/N,” Jungkook said, walking closer.

Your heart jumped into your throat. Watching him come closer and closer to you as you decided if you wanted to bail or not. Fuck everything, because you weren’t sure what you wanted right now. But one thing was for sure, when Jungkook had you backed up against that wall, your heart was beating so loudly it was almost certain that he could hear it.

“Jungkook... You’re getting kinda close,” you said quietly.

“You said to kiss you, I can’t kiss you from across the room,” he said, putting a hand next to your head against the door.

“Jungkook,” you said his name softly.

“Yes, Y/N?” he said, cool as a cucumber.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this,” you said, turning your face away from his. When he gently grabbed your chin and pulled you to face him once more.

“You’re so skittish, like a little bird. It’s okay dove, I’ve gotcha,” he reassured you.

“I-I,” you whispered, looking deeply into his eyes.

“Shhh,” he said, coming closer.

You closed your eyes.

Feeling the soft pressure of his lips against yours was... overwhelming to say the least. He kissed you softly, and briefly. It lasted maybe five seconds. But you weren’t too sure. Jungkook started pulling away, when you did the unexpected.

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him back to your lips.

All the words that were too confusing to say. Everything that you’d felt over the last three months, heck especially these last two weeks were flooding into your kiss. Anger, frustration... But also, fear, longing, and... maybe? Affection.

Jungkook made a muffled noise against you, but you were too scared for this moment to end. You didn’t want to let him go. Because if you did, then you may never catch him again. You weren’t going to sugar coat it. You weren’t really the prettiest thing or the most daring girl out there. But you loved yourself and loved what you did, and that passion is hard to find nowadays.

Jungkook grabbed your shoulders and pushed away from you for a second before looking at you in confusion.

“Y/N, what-”

“Jungkook... I’m sorry I didn’t mean to come onto you like that. That was extremely inappropriate-”

“No, Y/N, that’s not it. It’s just. I didn’t know... Y/N... do you... do you like me?”

You thought about it for a moment. Did you like Jungkook? Your heart was racing and your mind was reeling.

But your mouth was opening before you could even stop yourself.

“What if I said yes?”

Jungkook’s face turned tumultuous. You should’ve known better than to show your cards to the shark.

“Y/N,” he whispered.

“It’s fine Jungkook, I shouldn’t-”

“I’m sorry I can’t be who you need, but if you want to use me... Use my body, I can do that, I just-I don't have a heart to give you,” he said lamely. You knew it was a line he used frequently. Just by the way he said it.

“Jungkook, you have a heart. You just are too scared to give it away to anyone.” You swallowed. “I should’ve known better.”

Jungkook reached out for you as you started to walk out of the booth. “Hey come on, don’t make me seem like the bad guy here. I never said I was gonna date you, I just said I would kiss you so that you wouldn’t be so nervous to do it on stage, don’t blow this out of proportion,” he said.

You ripped your hand from his and turned on him with a fierce look in your eyes.

“Listen good Jeon Jungkook. You are one of the most vexing individuals I have had the misfortune to know for my entire school career. You are constantly asking for handouts and for people to pity you. When we both know you are entirely capable of learning, and doing things for yourself. I don’t know why you feel like you need to play the victim in every scenario, but it gets old really fast. You don’t need my help anymore, and I don’t need yours so, let’s just agree to be lovers on the stage,” you couldn’t help it, but you choked up at the last part.

“What the fuck is your deal? Play the victim? I don’t-”

“Shut your fucking mouth Jungkook, I don’t want to listen to this, I’m leaving,” you said, opening the booth and running into Taehyung shortly thereafter.

“Um, they said we need to run-”

“I’m done for the day. We’ve practiced enough. Send everyone home for the night,” you said, walking down the steps and out the doors. You heard Taehyung talking to Jungkook but you weren’t concerned with what it was.

All you knew was your heart was broken.

* * *

Crying in your room that night was moderately sad and humiliating. But mostly, you just felt foolish. How had Jungkook and his stupid little smile made it’s way into your heart? And when?

You guess that during your sessions you’d stopped acting...

You genuinely thought his jokes were funny, even if he was copying some of Jin’s jokes... Every smile, every wink, it all read differently to you. You really thought he... Really thought he liked you.

“Let me in you sad bitch,” Taehyung’s voice came from your front door.

You hurried towards your entryway because for you to hear him in your room meant that he was probably screaming his head off in your hallway. And you really didn’t need another noise complaint because of the little weasel. Even if he was your best friend.

“What,” you asked flatly, looking at your best friend, arms full of snacks.

“I come bearing gifts,” he smiled.

“I don’t want them,” you sniffed, raising your head and turning it away from him.

“Don’t be a little shit, let me in so you don’t have to be sad all by yourself,” he said, shoving himself inside the room.

You rolled your eyes and watched as he waddled inside your apartment. Situating himself on the couch he grabbed your remote and scrolled through the channels. You leaned against the entrance to your bedroom, looking at him as he pressed play on the new Ghost Adventures episode.

“Well,” you said, raising a brow.

“We both know you’re upset, don’t pick a fight with me right now,” Taehyung warned.

“You spoke with Jungkook after I left,” you said, rubbing your elbow.

“Yeah, I asked him who the fuck he thought he was and why he played you like he did, and I wanted to ask you why you couldn’t see it,” he said, eyes turning sharp and looking into you.

“I-I couldn’t tell the difference after a while. I really started to enjoy his company, I really started to-to like him Tae,” you whimpered, the tears started hot again, coming down your face.

Taehyung was by your side in a second.

“Babe, don’t cry you’re gonna make me cry,” Taehyung whimpered.

“Did-Did he say anything else?” you asked.

“No, I was too busy running after you to really interrogate him. He’s not worth it, he’s not worth this Y/N, you have to believe me. I understand you wanted him to be more, but he’s not your Romeo. He’s not someone that wants love,” Taehyung said.

“Everyone wants love, and the people who seem like they want it least, want it the most,” you corrected.

“Don’t be a little know it all, just, come here,” Taehyung mumbled, bringing you into a tight hug.

“After tomorrow you never have to see his stupid face again.”

And...

You didn’t.

You showed up, performed your heart out and the whole class got an A.

Even Jeon Jungkook.

Mrs. Abernathy was proud of the production and gave you and Jin special letters of recommendation for your futures.

You hardly saw Jungkook for about a month after that. A rare appearance in the halls of your college but, otherwise. He was a ghost.

But the heartache was still very much present.

Taehyung tried to convince you he wasn’t worth it, but there was something in you that told you otherwise. That there was something more, that you weren’t the only one feeling this way. But, you tried not focusing on him and the pain. You just... existed.

You went to class, participated but overall?

You weren’t nearly as devoted as you usually were.

Taehyung noticed almost immediately.

“I swear if this is about Jungkook-”

“Tae, it’s really nothing. I’m fine,” you tried to push him away, but he was as persistent as a bad case of lice.

“You’re not fine, Y/N. You’re holed up in here all day, you took a majority of online classes this semester. If this is over him, Y/N I’m telling you-”

“He’s not worth it, he’s not worth it. I know Taehyung! You tell me every day that I shouldn’t be this heartbroken, but I am! I can’t help how I feel. How I’ve felt about him since... Since we were younger,” you said softly.

Taehyung sighed, rubbing his face. “Come out with me, lets go get a coffee or something,” Taehyung suggested. Only for you to shake your head and go back into your bedroom.

There’s only one solution to this, Taehyung thought.

Get to the root of the problem.

And the root was a weed called Jeon Jungkook.

* * *

Jungkook woke up with an empty bed.

The girl he slept with must’ve let herself out.

His head ached from the night before. The loud music and lights from the club no doubt had a hand in his raging migraine. He went out and noticed that there was already coffee on, he took some black, and before he could stop himself he sprinkled a little salt in, something that had become customary in his morning routine.

But he couldn’t help but pause this time.

A banging at his door caused a sharp pain behind his eyes to make him almost drop his coffee. Jin was more than likely still asleep so he hurried to answer the door to avoid the wrath that was Jin in the morning.

“Yeah yeah yeah, I hear you hold on-what?”

Jungkook was confused.

There stood Kim Taehyung. Someone he really didn’t expect to see ever again in his life.

“You have some nerve Jeon Jungkook,” Taehyung said, standing in front of the younger male.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about, did I sleep with an ex of yours or something?” he asked, rubbing his head slowly.

“No, but you fucked up with my best friend and now we’re going to get to the bottom of it,” Taehyung said, barging his way inside. Jungkook was so stunned that he just shut the door and let him walk into his living room.

“So what are you here for exactly?” Jungkook asked, sitting down on the couch.

“I’m here to find out what the fuck you said to Y/N to make her shut down like she has,” Taehyung said, eyes burning with a ferocity Jungkook had never seen from the usually happy go lucky man.

“I-I don’t really remember-”

“Don’t bullshit me Jungkook. I was right there outside the light booth that day, you rejected Y/N, but what did you say to her?”

Jungkook sighed and looked at him.

“I told her the truth.”

Taehyung scoffed, rolling his eyes to top off the expression of disbelief. “You told her the truth huh? Told her that you’re a fucking pansy who can’t commit to anything or anyone?”

“Listen man-”

“No, you listen Jungkook. Whatever you did during your tutoring sessions with Y/N, changed something between the two of you. She hardly leaves her apartment, she doesn’t hang out with her friends, whatever you said to her into the lighting booth must’ve really hurt, so I’m here to find out how bad the damage is so I can try to salvage the person she is, because you fucked her over so hard,” Taehyung growled.

Jungkook swallowed hard.

You weren’t hanging out with people? You were isolating?

“I told her that we could fuck, but I’m not going to date her. I-I told her I didn’t have a heart to give her,” Jungkook mumbled.

Taehyung laughed, a somber sound that Jungkook didn’t know could come from the man.

“You absolute fuck.”

“I told her the truth, Taehyung. I don’t know what you want from me,” Jungkook said, trying to keep his flippant attitude.

“You know she won’t let me say anything bad about you. She thinks it’s her fault, she pushed you into a corner. When in reality, you pushed her off a cliff. You’re such a fuckhead Jungkook. The genuine article, truly,” Taehyung scoffed.

“S-She won’t?” Jungkook said, looking down at his coffee cup in his hands.

“She’s too nice, too forgiving. You could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve her,” Taehyung glowered.

“It’s not up to you to decide if I deserve her,” Jungkook snapped quickly.

Taehyung raised a brow at the tone in Jungkook’s voice. What was that? Was that defensive?

“Unless you aren’t really indifferent to Y/N, unless you feel the same way!”

Jungkook’s cheeks turned bright pink as he tried to get the image of your soft features out of his mind. Taehyung smirked, so the great fuck boy Jungkook was falling for the drama nerd. How poetic.

“You’re right though. It’s not up to me, who she decides she wants in her life is entirely up to her. But I want you to know something,” Taehyung said, leaning in.

Jungkook couldn’t help but do the same.

“She’s hurting right now, and it’s your fucking fault. So either fucking do something about it or, let her down easier. Don’t hurt my friend any more than you already have, Jungkook. Please, she’s too kind for her own good-”

“I remember,” Jungkook sighed.

“Then don’t take advantage of that anymore,” Taehyung said.

“Right…”

“Oh, one final thing Jungkook,” Taehyung announced, turning to square up with him.

“What-”

Jungkook was cut off with a harsh fist in the face. Jungkook fell backwards, coffee cup shattering on the ground and slicing his forearm. Not enough to need stitches, but enough for it to burn.

“Fuck you for hurting my friend,” Taehyung said, shaking his wrist and turning on his heel and heading out the door.

Jungkook watched as the man left, and a deep pit in his stomach grew.

* * *

You finally left your apartment for the first time in a long while. To be fair it was for only the essentials.

Cup noodles and some other cheap easy to make food that would keep your belly full for the time being. But if you were being honest, you couldn’t really taste what you were consuming anyways.

It was late, probably past ten o’clock and you were walking around in your pajamas and not really thinking too much as you handed your card over to the clerk. You paid for your food and gathered up your bags and headed towards the door.

You let the wind bite your cheeks.

Slowly, you made your way home. You made it to your apartment building when the acrid smell of alcohol burned your nose. You looked around and saw someone laying in the bushes outside your building.

“Ew, come on,” you complained. Just as you were about to turn and go on your merry way, the person on the ground moaned.

“Juuuuu,” a deep voice hiccuped.

Your heart stopped in your chest.

Gently you placed your items on the ground and headed towards the individual. Looking at the boots you already knew who it was.

“Jungkook,” you whispered.

“Juuu,” he groaned, turning over and attempting to move.

Why was the universe throwing fastballs when you were still in the little leagues here?

“Jungkook,” you said a little louder. His head lifted from the ground, his bleary eyes met yours and the dope smiled.

“Y/N! You’re there!”

“Yes Jungkook, I live here,” you sighed.

“I know, I ‘member, ‘s why I came by,” he murmured, sitting up on his knees.

“Jungkook you should go home,” you said, moving to turn away.

“Wait, pwease, lissten-I wanna talk to you,” he slurred, already trying to stand up.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Jungkook,” you declared, turning around when you heard his hoarse voice cry out for you.

“Pleeeaassseee, Y/N, dun leave me out here. I juss wanna talk,” Jungkook pleaded, eyes bright in the dark.

You sighed, looking up at the stars in the sky and you knew you were going to cave.

You always would.

“Can you stand?” You asked, looking at his state.

“Um, maybe?” He questioned, going to stand up when he wobbled on his feet and fell forwards. You rushed towards him to catch him, but forgot how bulky the man actually was, causing him to collapse on you in a heap of drunken confusion.

You huffed out a breath, looking up at Jungkook whose face was inches from your own. Now, you had a good look at him. Even in the dark you could see the purpling of his skin. You didn’t even think before bringing your fingers to the damaged skin and looking at it with concern.

“Ouch,” Jungkook said when you ran your finger across his cheek.

“Who did this to you?” you asked, grazing along the lines of his swollen skin.

“Dosn madder,” Jungkook said, pushing up off of you and rolling onto his back.

“Yes it does, who hit you?” You asked as Jungkook managed to stagger to his feet.

“I deserved it,” he gritted out, suddenly sounding more sober than he had earlier.

“Jungkook I doubt you deserved getting punched in the-well, maybe I can’t say that,” you said, rubbing your face awkwardly.

“I deserved it,” he repeated, walking down the street on wobbly deer legs that had you worried he’d fall into traffic.

“Jungkook!” You cried when he stumbled over the curb. Rushing forward you grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the road and towards you. “Come back to mine, sober up and then head home.”

Jungkook knew that he shouldn’t be entitled to your kindness, especially after how mean and heartless he’d been towards you that day. He was surprised you had managed to pull off acting the day after with him during the showcase.

It truly was a testament to you, and your ability to be professional.

Jungkook felt horrible suddenly.

Both mentally and physically.

“Oh fuck,” he choked before doubling over and vomiting on the street. You sighed and rubbed his back as he retched.

When he was done you brought out some tissues and wiped his mouth, tossing them into the garbage next to you. “Come on,” you encouraged, holding your hand out for him to take.

Jungkook’s drunken mind couldn’t resist the feeling of your skin on his, so he took your hand. You led him up the stairs. Jungkook followed, eyes big as he watched your hair flow back towards him. He could smell your shampoo and it made him want to fall asleep.

Soon you were unlocking your apartment. Jungkook leaned against the wall, looking over the railing and getting vertigo so he quickly came back to you.

You pushed your door open and ushered Jungkook inside, getting him settled on the couch. You tugged his shoes off, putting them by the door. You took your own off and ran to the kitchen to get him some water and mints.

When you returned, Jungkook was passed out on your couch. You couldn’t help the soft smile that made its way to your face.

Carefully, you laid him down and covered him with a soft blanket.

“Sweet dreams, Jungkook.”

* * *

You woke up to the smell of something burning.

Quickly you hauled yourself out of bed and ran towards the kitchen. There you saw Jungkook looking at a piece of bread with moderate confusion. He must’ve sensed you staring at him because he turned with a shy smile on his face.

“Normally I don’t have this much trouble with toast,” he admitted.

“Mine’s broken, you can only put it on setting one so it doesn’t burn,” you said.

“Ah, I see,” Jungkook sighed. “Well have you seen those life hacks where you can-”

“Jungkook,” you said, stopping him.

He silenced himself quickly.

“You were drunk, outside my apartment building. Why?” you asked, not beating around the bush.

“Because I wanted to apologize, but I felt so damn guilty that I thought I’d do some shots of liquid courage before I came here to talk to you. But two shots turned into a few more and suddenly I’m shit faced outside your apartment building at some godforsaken hour,” he said.

You took his words in.

“Apologize?” you asked.

“Um, yeah. Apologize,” he said, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“For?” you pushed.

“For being a dick, and not being considerate of your feelings when we spoke in the lighting booth,” he said, putting his hands together.

“Okay,” you said. “Apologize.”

Jungkook took a deep breath and looked you square in the eyes. “I’m sorry for being such a dick. I’m sorry for not taking the performance seriously in the beginning. And most of all, I’m sorry for hurting you and insulting you. I shouldn’t have suggested we have sex with no strings, that was disrespectful and rude to you.”

You nodded your head for a few moments.

“Okay,” you said again, going to move past him to get a second round of toast going.

“I have this odd feeling I’m not forgiven,” Jungkook said, biting his lip and turning to face you.

“It might be because I’m still thinking about whether I forgive you or not,” you said honestly.

Your heart pounded with each word.

Jungkook’s face fell. “I-I understand,” he said, swallowing hard.

“What you did really hurt me, Jungkook. I’m a person with feelings, not some object,” you lectured.

“I know that, fuck Y/N, I know. I messed up, I betrayed your trust or what little faith you had in me-”

“You did,” you nodded.

“But I’m honest when I say I didn’t mean to.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Why are you asking for forgiveness Jungkook? What’s one hurt girl compared to the tens of girls you’ve wronged before me?”

“B-Because they weren’t you.”

“Nice line, but you’re going to have to try another one,” you scoffed, trying to hide the shimmer of hope that started because of his words.

“I’m serious Y/N, they weren’t you. They placated me. Let me do whatever I want, you’ve never let me do that. You’ve challenged me, made me work to get what I want. I-I like that... I like... you,” Jungkook whispered.

Your heart jumped to your throat. He said everything you wanted to hear. Was he just that big of a fuck boy to know? Or was this a genuine confession.

Only one way to find out.

“I like you too, Jungkook,” you whispered, shutting your eyes tight. Hoping that he didn’t shatter you with your statement. You felt like a cracked wine glass, fit to crumble with a simple breath.

You waited for his laughter, for the mockery.

But when you opened your eyes, all you saw was Jungkook. A bright beaming smile on his face. “Y-You’re serious?” He asked, walking forward and taking your hands in his.

“Yes,” you grinned back, gripping his hands tightly.

“Fuck yeah!” He yelped, bringing your hands to his mouth to place an endearing kiss on them.

“Jungkook,” you blushed.

“Give me a chance, tell me I can call you mine,” he pleaded, looking up at you with such dreamy eyes that had your chest clenching in emotion.

“Jungkook I don’t know-we’re still-”

But before you could continue his lips were on yours.

You wanted to put up a little bit of a fight, but you couldn’t. Melting into his embrace you moved your mouth against his gingerly. You’d only ever kissed him, but the feeling was still overwhelming.

He pulled away slowly, eyes trained on your face.

“I should’ve let you finish, I’m sorry,” he said, biting his now damp lips.

“I know I should be mad, but I can’t be,” you sighed.

“So, before I rudely interrupted you-”

“Yes, I want you to call me yours. I want to call you mine,” you whispered. Jungkook beamed at you, grabbing your waist and pulling you to him in a flourish that was entirely too theatrical. But it was perfect.

“You’re mine and I’m yours,” Jungkook breathed over your lips, leaning to seal them together again.

As cheesy as it was to say it, your mouths fit together perfectly. Like ‘they were made for each other.’ However, it was the most accurate statement your distracted mind could think of while Jungkook practically ravaged your mouth.

“Fuck, I need you,” he growled, pulling away.

You flushed bright pink and Jungkook did the same.

Then the stammering began.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say that-we don’t have to do anything, I wasn’t expecting-”

You brought your mouths together hurriedly. Jungkook’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but you mimicked his motions from earlier, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer. Jungkook grunted lightly, but kept your mouths together.

His hands stayed at your hips, but you wanted them to go further. To touch you more.

Lips smacking gently in the quiet room, you begged.

“Jungkook, please.”

Jungkook’s eyes turned dark as he brought you even closer, if it were possible. But then, a softness took over his features. “Are you sure? We can just kiss, or just-um, hang out? Fuck I don’t know Y/N, but we don’t have to go all the way.”

“But I want to,” you urged, pushing him towards your bedroom with a force he didn’t know you possessed.

Suddenly, Jungkook’s back hit the bed. He blinked a few times before you were crawling on top of him, kissing up his neck clumsily before connecting your lips softly. Jungkook’s hands worked on instinct, running up your sides and landing just under your breasts.

You licked at his lips shyly, wanting him to open his mouth. Jungkook sat breathless for a moment, before doing as you desired, opening his mouth and letting you take control for a bit. Although after too long you bit down on his lip a little too hard and he winced, pushing you back by the shoulders gingerly.

“Baby,” the word rolled off his tongue too easily, but made your stomach fill with butterflies regardless.

“Sorry, sorry,” you apologized, just as out of breath as he was.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s just, you don’t have to know what you’re doing. If you need me to guide you, just tell me. I’ll help you,” Jungkook soothed, finding your hands and intertwining your fingers together.

“Okay, I will,” you nodded, leaning down to kiss him again.

Jungkook eagerly accepted your mouth and adjusted your chin gently, locking the two of you into the perfect kiss. His rhythm guided you along, you followed him breaking apart only to breathe for a few seconds before reconnecting your mouths.

His lips were addictive, plump and swollen from yours.

But there was something in his eyes that made you pull back for a moment longer than usual.

“What is it?” You asked, sitting up on his lap and suddenly you felt the problem.

Jungkook was hard, extremely so, against your thigh.

He flushed and sat up to move you so you wouldn’t touch him-but you grabbed his wrist.

“Show me how,” you said, settling back into his lap. Jungkook swallowed hard and angled your hips against his crotch.

“Push forward,” he encouraged, looking down at your clothed centers touching. You did as he said, pushing forward with your hips, causing Jungkook to moan softly. His hardness rubbed against you as well, making a small squeak escape from your lips. Jungkook’s ears picked it up though, causing him to look at you with a small smile.

“Does it feel good?” You asked, pushing again, watching as his face scrunched up. He nodded slowly, before grabbing your hip and grinding back against you. You gasped out, his hardened length brushing against your sensitive center surprising you. You wanted more.

Without much more urging, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and ground against him harshly. Jungkook groaned against your lips, making you look at him with a deviousness that had his heart pounding.

“Feels so fucking good,” he agreed, licking his lips. Your chest was throbbing along with his trapped length. You could feel the wetness leaking into your flimsy pajama shorts. Your panties were probably in a miserable state. With a direct thrust to your wet core, Jungkook watched your face and saw your eyebrows raise in surprise.

“C-Careful,” you begged.

“You like that babygirl?” He asked, biting his lips harshly as he moved again. You gripped his shoulders as you felt him grind against you.

“Y-Yes,” you whimpered out.

“You’re soaking those pathetic little shorts, you should take them off,” Jungkook said, a low growl in his voice.

“Okay,” you agreed, standing up off of him and pulling your shorts down to reveal your pastel yellow panties, a cute little bow in the center decorating the band.

“Mmm, maybe you should take those off too, they’re ruined anyways,” Jungkook suggested. You nodded slowly, pulling your panties off in a clumsy fashion. Just as you were about to toss your underwear to the floor, you looked up and saw Jungkook holding his hand out expectantly.

“Wha-”

“Give them here babydoll,” he said, hand still extended palm up.

“But-”

“I don’t think that was a question sweet girl, give me your panties,” Jungkook commanded, you swallowed hard and handed them over. Jungkook smirked and grabbed them and tucked them away in the pocket of his jeans.

“You plan on wearing those later?” You asked, irritated that he managed to embarrass you like this.

“I plan on stuffing them in your bratty little mouth if you keep talking back to me,” he snarled, standing up and taking your jaw in his hand.

The position would scare some, but you felt the light pressure, Jungkook wasn’t doing this to hurt you. He wanted you to fall into a character.

“Sorry sir,” you breathed. Jungkook’s eyes widened before his lips were on yours, desperately searching. His hand remained on your jaw, kissing you with a force that was surprising. Jungkook brought his other hand to your waist, bringing you closer to him while he ravished your lips.

You brought your hands up to rest on his wrist, kissing him back with a lack of technique but it seemed to egg Jungkook on more. He moved your mouth along with his, making you rub your thighs together as your center heated up even more.

“What’s wrong babydoll? Need something?” He asked, placing his hands on your shoulder and hip.

You swallowed hard, before grabbing one hand and placing it over your core. Jungkook’s eyes shot up in surprise. You angled your hips to rut against his hand gently, a soft whine coming from your lips causing Jungkook to move his fingers for you so you could grind down against his hand, giving you sharp pleasure you hadn’t felt before.

“Right there,” you encouraged, eyes sparkling in the morning light. Jungkook started rubbing a little harder, kissing your jaw while you panted into his ear.

“Is it good? Feel good on your little pussy baby? So wet, wanna taste you, eat you up,” Jungkook moaned against your skin.

“You can do whatever you want to me sir,” you whispered, hips bucking against his fingers.

“Yeah? Let me do whatever I want to your body? Think you could take it?” He asked, wrapping his fingers around your throat loosely.

“Make me take it,” you brought your hand up to his fingers and made him squeeze.

“My babygirl is so naughty, who knew,” he grinned salaciously.

“This isn’t fair, take your pants off too sir,” you whined, reaching for his zipper. His hand gripped your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

“Baby,” he tutted. “Don’t get greedy now.”

You whimpered out again, but moved back to let Jungkook take over. He was quick to flip you on your back on your bed, where he previously found himself. But this time you were without shorts and panties and Jungkook wasn’t a man to let opportunity pass him by. Quickly, he was placing kisses on your thighs and all over your lower stomach. A soft mewl came from your mouth when he placed a gentle kiss to your clit. Jungkook looked at you for a moment, confirming this is what you wanted.

“Please sir, please eat me out,” you begged lightly.

Jungkook growled deep in his chest. But kissed your lower stomach lovingly, laving his tongue over your heated skin. “I will. Has anyone ever-”

“No,” you answered fast. “You’ll be the first.”

“Such a sweet thing and no one’s had a taste? How sad, but I plan to enjoy every minute,” Jungkook said, licking his lips in anticipation.

“Please, hurry. Make me feel good,” you pleaded. Jungkook’s eyes sharpened at you and you shrunk against your sheets.

“Don’t make me punish you little girl, I won’t be kind even if it is your first time,” Jungkook warned.

“Yes sir, I’ll be good, I’m sorry,” you said quietly. Jungkook moved from his position between your legs and went up to your mouth.

“I know you’ll be my good girl, won’t you? My good girl,” he confirmed before placing a solid kiss on your lips. You wound your fingers in his hair and pulled him closer. Jungkook groaned into your mouth, hand coming up to cradle your face and the other settled right underneath your breast. You felt his thumb rubbing right along where your bra would sit, waiting.

“You can touch me, I want you to touch me,” you encouraged, placing his hand on your chest gently, squeezing just enough to make your breath catch in your throat.

“I’ll touch you until you can hardly take anymore,” Jungkook smiled, placing another quick peck to your lips before settling between your legs.

Jungkook wrapped his arms around your thighs and spread you open for him. You blushed, cheeks turning hot as Jungkook marveled at your beauty. Carefully, you reached out and touched his face. His eyes snapped to yours and you gave a gentle smile. Jungkook placed a kiss to your wrist before finally moving down to your center.

Gingerly, as to not startle you, Jungkook made a big lick along your slit. You jolted despite yourself, breath catching in your chest. It was an unusual feeling, but not unpleasant. Not by far. Jungkook gauged your facial features and continued slowly. Making bigger lips to start, not focusing on any particular area, but bringing you little sparks of pleasure regardless.

Then, Jungkook licked over your clit for a just a moment, watching as your hands gripped the sheets a little tighter. So far you hadn’t been very vocal, and Jungkook was wondering if oral just wasn’t your thing or if you were nervous. Reaching up with one hand, Jungkook intertwined your fingers.

“Relax babygirl, it’s just me. I wanna make you feel good,” Jungkook said, kissing your center again.

“I just, don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like, so I don’t know what I’m supposed to be feeling,” you said, embarrassed.

“Does it not feel good?”

“It’s a little weird,” you confessed.

“So you don’t like it,” Jungkook said, looking a little put out.

“No no, just... Try it again, if I still don’t like it I’ll tell you,” you said.

Jungkook nodded before going back down, licking a little more directly against your clit. You felt a sharp pang of pleasure go through your lower stomach at the action. You shuddered in his hold, feeling the start of a fire in the base of your belly.

“J-Jungkook,” you whispered, biting your lip.

“Yeah?” he asked, lifting his head. You about kicked yourself for making him stop.

“Keep going, please keep going,” you begged

A bright smile took over his face as he nodded, diving back in with renewed vigor. Jungkook was eating you out like a man on death row would his last meal. His eyes were closed, face screwed up in pleasure as he continued to lick and slurp at your core with an intensity that bordered animalistic.

“O-oh!” you cried out, head throwing back against the bed in pleasure.

“Mmm, baby you taste so good,” he moaned. “Gonna make you cum like this.”

“Ah!” you gasped, gripping Jungkook’s hand tightly.

He kept up pace, sucking on your lower lips with a dastardly look on his face. You could feel the coil in your stomach tightening. The heat rushing up from your stomach to your neck and face as you panted in pleasure. Jungkook brought your clit into his mouth and sucked harshly. You cried out, tightening your hand on his as your mind started to spiral.

“Come on baby, I know you wanna cum. Just cum, you can do it babygirl,” he cooed, almost patronizingly. But you couldn’t help yourself, every flick of Jungkook’s tongue had your mind going blank and soon you felt your body spasm and a strike of white hot bliss flushed over your being.

“Jungkook!” you cried out, his hand the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Good girl, what a good girl you are Y/N, my precious girl,” Jungkook whispered softly as he brought you down from your high.

Your heart was pounding in your chest and you were breathless as you looked up at your ceiling. Jungkook placed a final kiss to your center before coming up and taking your lips in his. You could taste yourself on his lips, it wasn’t an unpleasant taste, just different. But, the longer you kissed in the brightening morning light of your bedroom, you found you couldn’t hold off anymore.

“Jungkook, I'm ready,” you said when he finally pulled back from you.

His eyes shone like two pieces of obsidian glass as you looked at him above you. Jungkook gave you a boyish smile before nodding quickly. His body heat was replaced with the cold of the room. Soon, he was stripping himself of his clothes, so you decided to pull the last remaining piece of your own off as well.

Jungkook was lean and built strongly, with a narrow waist and damn near perfect proportions. His arms came to embrace you as you kissed him. Jungkook licked at your lips slyly, having you open your mouth to accept him.

The wet sound of your kissing filled the room as Jungkook adjusted you on your bed. He arranged the pillows and even had you put one under your butt to lift your hips up better. He kept coming back to your lips for more and more kisses as he did this, making your heart shine with adoration.

Finally, Jungkook seemed appeased with your placement on the bed and then his face went pale.

“Fuck, I don’t have any condoms,” he frowned, rubbing his neck.

“I do, in the bedside drawer,” you said, pointing towards the piece of furniture.

“Gotcha,” Jungkook answered, scrambling off the bed towards the table. He opened the drawer, found the box and opened them with ease. You swallowed hard as he spit in his hand and rubbed his length a few times before rolling the condom on.

Soon he was back on your bed, crawling forward and placing random kisses all over your body.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

“Thank you,” you flushed.

“Gonna make you feel how beautiful you are to me, how beautiful you are no matter what,” Jungkook said, mostly to himself.

“Is it gonna hurt?” you asked. Jungkook furrowed his brow.

“It might sting for a second but if it hurts more than that then you need to tell me,” Jungkook said. You nodded and nestled into the sheets reaching for him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

“I trust you,” you breathed as you separated.

“I trust you too,” he said, a smile on his face.

“Go slow?”

“Okay.”

Soon, Jungkook was lined up with your entrance and pushing in. He was right, it did sting a little bit, but what replaced the stingy achiness was the full feeling.

You gripped his forearm tightly, and Jungkook paused. “Are you okay?” he asked. You nodded, not trusting your voice at the moment.

“Need a second?” he questioned.

“Y-Yes,” you said. Jungkook brought himself down onto his elbows, kissing your forehead gently before another sweet kiss was pressed to your lips.

You could feel him everywhere, it made your heart race. Jungkook pulled back and you urged your hips forward, wanting more of him inside of you. He was eager to comply. Kissing you again he pushed forward the rest of the way and finally settle within you.

“Is that it?” you asked, panting slightly.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Jungkook chuckled lightly.

“Fuck, you’re huge,” you groaned, gripping the sheets tightly.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, worried.

“No,” you moaned out. Jungkook felt his stomach clench at the wanton sound of your voice.

“Want me to move baby? Want me to pound your pussy so hard you can’t leave this bed for the rest of the day?” he asked, teasing lilt in his voice.

“Yes sir, please!” you cried out.

Jungkook, despite wanting nothing more than to ravage your body, gave a few shallow thrusts to make sure that you were okay with the sensation. If the moan that came from you was anything to go by, he would say you were enjoying yourself.

“Fuck, pussy so tight, so good baby,” he moaned, pushing himself forward and smacking his hips into yours.

It felt like your blood was on fire in the best way possible. Jungkook was thrusting inside of you at a pace that was alarming, but felt so good you couldn’t tell him to slow down or stop. You honestly didn’t want him to either.

“S-Sir, so big, I-I can’t-”

Jungkook smirked before bringing your lips together in a passionate kiss.

“You can take it, can’t you baby? Or I’ll make you take it, stuff you so full of my cock that you won’t be able to think of anything else.”

“P-Please, give me more,” you begged, moving your hips back against his instinctively. Jungkook seemed happy to deliver, pounding against you so hard your body moved up the bed. Jungkook grabbed your leg, lifting it to his shoulder.

You cried out as he slipped even deeper inside of you. Jungkook groaned and kissed your calf before plowing into you at an even scarier speed.

“Fuck I can’t hold it,” he whimpered.

“It’s okay, I’m there. Touch me, touch me please,” you mewled. Jungkook nodded and brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing it diligently.

“Fuck fuck fuck, baby, so close, feels so good,” Jungkook cried out. The sweat had collected on his brow and was pooling down his spine.

“Jungkook!” you cried out at the cord inside of you snapped for a second time that night.

Jungkook couldn’t hold on as you tightened exponentially around him.

“Fuck Y/N!” he whimpered, curling forward as he emptied himself into the condom.

The two of you laid there in the afterglow, Jungkook was panting hard as if he’d ran a marathon. Your heart was in your throat as you ran your fingers through his sweaty hair.

“I really like you Y/N,” Jungkook whispered. “I’m not just saying that. I-I really am glad I can call you mine,” he breathed against your swollen lips.

“Me too,” you said, kissing him deeply. “Now, hurry up, we’re doing that until I can’t feel my legs.”

Jungkook laughed.

“Whatever my babygirl wants.”

[4rainynite]

Infinity Train Headcanons

Just a bunch of Infinity Train headcanons I've come up with, I'm only doing five per character so it won't too long. I'm mainly gonna focus on the passenger characters and do the denizens later on. Majority of them have been posted on @infinity-train-headcanons already (awesome blog by the way), but whatever here we go:

Tulip

The reason Tulip loves onions so much is because when her mother was pregnant she craved onions a lot. Mrs. Olsen thinks onions are okay at best, but Tulip loves them.

Tulip is fairly athletic (that explains why she could do all those stunts on the train), but prefers gaming and coding. Her classmates that are on sports teams are greatly annoyed that she won't join.

Despite Lake being gone she can still take pictures of herself on cameras or through a selfie (and sometimes see herself in water), because those are images not reflections.

Tulip would so adopt a corgi and name him “Atticus the 2nd” and put miniature crowns on him.

When Tulip goes to Oshkosh she'll based her game on her adventures on the train. Not only will it be super popular, but some of the other campers and counselors will suggest some cars because some of them were passengers as well.

Lake

After, Lake left she accidently started a revolution in the Chrome Car. In the end (in a future fanfic of mine) there will be peace and Lake and a certain group of passengers will help.

Lake won't be able to start school immediately (due to Tulip being in middle school and Jesse being in high school) , but she is able to do homeschooling. Come next school year she'll be at school with Jesse

Lake lives in the Cosay's attic. They've tried to convince her/him/them (other pronouns) to take the guest room, but Lake's cool with it. Mainly, because she/he/they gets a view of the lake she/he/ they named themselves after.

Lake is super into art! It's mainly abstract and black, but she loves it! The problem is Jesse's parents have to buy the spray paint for her.

Lake loves traveling to new places and Jesse brings her/him/them along when the swim team travels to different places.

Jesse

After, the train Jesse decides to join theatre class/club. He mainly gets background or understudy parts, but he loves to sing.

Is a Chicken Choice Judy fan and gets Lake and Nate into them. Jesse and Lake theorize that Chicken Choice Judy were passengers at one point.

Jesse becomes closer with his swim team to be friends, he is currently co-captain.

Jesse really misses Alan Dracula, so, Lake got him one of those deer plushies as a gift. Jesse put glasses on it and named it Alan Dracula the Second and Cuddliest.

Jesse always picks vampire movies during movie night at the Cosay house. I believe he really likes vampires .

Grace

Grace's parents so would've sent her to boarding school after the shoplifting thing instead of just talking to her.

Grace will be the last former Apex member to leave the train due to her number still being high. In the meantime she still helps passengers lower their numbers.

There is no way Grace was the only person to form a cult on the Infinity Train. Grace's was just the longest surviving one of eight years, I won't explain why Grace's was the longest due to... cult stuff.

Grace rarely got to see her maternal grandparents, due to her mother wanting to reject her low-class upbringing. From what little memories she had, Grace misses them.

Grace regrets what she put Hazel through and wants her back, but she knows her leaving was for the best no matter how much it hurts.

Hazel

I don't know why but I see Hazel as a vegetarian.

When Tuba found her she was a baby, not a baby turtle, a baby- baby.

She and Amelia will be close, but will never have a true mother - daughter relationship. I know Amelia is trying to get better, but she admitted she's not a caretaker.

She'll sing Tuba's Lullaby to comfort herself in stressful situations and whenever she feels she'll forget her.

Hazel will be adopted by Ryan and Min-Gi when she gets off the train and Tulip, Lake, Jesse, and Nate will be like siblings to her. Okay, okay, okay, I know that's a very long shot, but Hazel deserves happiness!

Simon

Was a boy scout or took a survival class, I mean how else would he know about frostbite in Le Chat Chalet Car.

Probably went to way too many funerals as a child. I'm going by what he said to Hazel about neighbors brining casseroles.

Simon would get into fights with his teachers and classmates about being right about every little thing, even as a he was a narcissist.

Simon so had a crush on Grace way before their 'awkward middle school kiss' . After, Grace's betrayal whatever feelings he had were gone.

Was a fantasy nerd and wanted to be a fantasy writer. His trilogy book would've had his character based off himself being made a king.

Ryan

Ryan and his youngest brother are the only two in their family who wear glasses.

Is still on good terms with his ex-girlfriends (Disco Girl, Punk Girl, and Hippie Girl). Yeah, they broke up, but Ryan wasn't their worse ex and was nice to them. They love telling Min-Gi embarrassing dating stories.

He most likely had suicidal thoughts, once off the train he tells Min-Gi and gets help through therapy.

Despite not gaining attention during his solo gigs he did make a friend or two during his stops like the lesbian couple at the party in the Twin Tapes. Which helps spread Chicken Choice Judy's music.

Ryan is very strong despite his scrawny appearance, due to carrying equipment, changing tires, and other heavy lifting activities.

Min-Gi

Was diagnosed with dyslexia at an early age. His parents worried this would hamper him so they would hire a tutor after school when he wasn't playing with Ryan.

Is a really good cook, but his main specialties are Korean dishes (his mother taught him) and breakfast food (working at Dumpty's Diner).

Has an artistic side, but rarely used it except for the Chicken Choice Judy t-shirt. Later on he designs the covers for CCJ's CDs.

He most likely has a bunch of older cousins. I think Mr. and Mrs. Parks had Min-Gi late, so he's the baby of the cousins.

To me Min-Gi never shown in interest in dating or romance. His parents tried to set him up a few of their co-workers' daughters, but nothing ever happened afterwards. He does love Ryan though.

Amelia

I believe Amelia will get off the train, but when she does majority of her friends and family and friends will be gone and will return to the train.

Amelia will allow Hazel to play with the denizens while she works on the train. She may not be a caretaker, but she remembers being a child and children need to have fun.

I think Amelia was jealous of Min-Gi and Ryan, since the two remind her of Alrick and herself in their youth and what could've been if he lived. She dubs them 'Destiny Rubbish Duet'.

Amelia would monitor the Snow Car frequently to make sure One would never leave or any passengers interacted with him. But, the one time in thirty years she set her clock on the wrong time to wake up, allowing Tulip to find One-One.

The day Amelia picked out her wedding dress was the same day she got the news of Alrick's passing.

Well, that was a long post. I may do more in the future, so I'll just end it here.

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Dealing With People Who Don't Care (Ticci Toby X F!Reader)

Dealing With People Who Don't Care

[Ticci Toby X F!Reader]

[Warnings: slight language and calls to violence? Bullying, slight yandere behavior]

[AN: Requested from ѕρσσку яανισlι on Quotev! Idk if I'm ready to tell y'all that this was basically my first quarter of college.]

College wasn’t supposed to be like this, at least, that’s what you keep telling yourself. When you graduated from high school, you were told that petty drama and catty people were going to fade away because that was high school and this is college. Something new, something for young adults, and something you’d been looking forward to for far, far too long.

Truth be told, in high school, you didn’t really have any problems. You mostly got along with the people you did talk to and aside from a few arcs which you lovingly call ‘character development’, you generally kept your head down and to yourself which allowed you to stay off some of the cruller people’s radars. You were liked when it was necessary but ultimately stuck to yourself.

How did it all go so wrong?

When you first came in on orientation day, you’d met up with a group of girls and bonded on the train ride back to campus. There was a group chat made and you were a ready part of it. You felt nicely about your entire situation because these were nice girls, and they treated you like you held the sun and rose the moon. Is that what positive friendship was like?

For the first few weeks, everything with them was a bliss. Unfortunately, you were the only person from that group in your specific branch and major. This meant that you often spent most of your daylight hours alone or with yourself entirely. The other girls all had majors that were almost word for word the same, and that meant that they spent a lot of time together. Slowly, that had been growing closer and closer to each other and leaving you out.

It came in small doses at first, and you had chalked it up to your nature being so different from theirs. They were much more extroverted than you ever could have been. They were fire, and you were ice. But that did not mean that you were boring, or any less interesting, you were just quieter, preferring to take this just as softly. Wandering around the city with maybe one or two people, talking about the things that matter as opposed to getting wasted in a crowded apartment with fifty people who don’t even care about your wellbeing.

That’s what was different about you than them.

“Hey ladies,” you smile widely as you take your tray of food from the cafeteria to the table where all the girls sat. You notice that they’re all engrossed in conversation but quickly turn to greet you with smiles and waves.

“Hi, Reader! How has your day been?” Maria greets, her fingers gently tugging through her blonde hair. “Me and Georgina were just talking about you.”

Georgina nods and pats the seat next to her for you to sit down. “Yeah, what have you been up to?”

You take a seat next to the redhead and sip from your drink. “It was alright. With midterms coming up though… Little stressed,” you admit as the two girls sitting around you frown in response. “Lots of essays, some minor discussion posts, a group project but we’re just starting it early because it counts for like, 20 percent of our grade and is part of our final,” you say as you stab into your food.

“Oh? A group project?” Georgina asks with a raise of her eyebrow.

You nod. “It’s actually more like a partner project. I’m paired with this guy named Toby? But like, I haven’t seen him yet - he doesn’t show up to class,” you sigh.

“Maybe try emailing the professor,” Maria suggests. “But I’m sure you’ll do just fine,” she hums with a small smile, her hand reaching over and gripping yours warmly.

From there, the conversation that follows has you drifting away. By now, a third girl has joined the conversation and her name is Helena. Helena is also in the same class as you with the group project, but she isn’t as close to you as Georgina and Maria are. She greets you just as warmly but she turns the conversation in a direction you weren’t expecting.

Laughter rings out from the table.

“And that guy from last night?” Georgina giggles.

“He was insane!” Maria adds. “You have to come inside!” She mockingly says before bursting into another fit of giggles.

“And he dressed so weirdly,” Helena continues. “Ratty as all hell jacket and then followed us into the theatre? Asked to show us magic tricks-” she’s not even able to finish her words because she’s laughing much too hard.

You tilt your head slightly. “What happened last night?” You ask.

The girls pause for a moment. “Don’t worry about it,” Georgina says as she swats off your question. “You weren’t there.”

“This was last night?” You ask again.

They nod.

“Yeah, wasn’t anything special,” Maria attempts to shrug off before those three continue with their conversation and inside jokes.

You eat in silence, every now and then smiling and offering forced laughter as you think about what you did last night. You weren’t doing anything, in fact, your roommate went out on a date with her boyfriend and left you in the dorm all along. So, you finished your work a little early and started on some other things, then watched Netflix and fell asleep before midnight. You were free the entire night.

And they didn’t even think to invite you.

From there, you started to notice all the times they forgot about you and excluded you. It carried on in the sloughed off invites, the ‘sorry we can’t meet up for dinner,’ and generally just avoiding you. They had jokes they couldn’t share with you, and you were at their side, they acted like you weren’t even there until it faded into nothing.

Reader: Are you guys doing anything tonight?

Maria is typing…

Maria: no not tonight :(

Reader: oh okay! But if any of you want to come to Target with me or something..? Maria: sorry, I’m busy!

Georgina is typing…

Helena is typing…

After that, they’d left you on read, not even bothering to answer you. Later that night on snapchat, you saw the three of them wandering the city without you, laughing and having a good time.

Instead of talking to them right away, you focused on your classes and your work. And that meant finally tagging down toby.

You’d managed to finally get him in your sight after emailing your professor who struck some type of fear into him. You were able to meet him face to face at a little cafe somewhere off campus.

“Over h-here,” he calls out from near the window of the cafe, waving you towards the back.

You flash him a quick smile and let it fall before finally taking a seat across from him. You’re slightly surprised to see that there’s a cup of hot chocolate and a chocolate chip muffin is there waiting for you. “Oh, uh, thank you,” you say as you get comfortable.

“It’s n-nothing,” he says with a small smile. “I-I’m sorry for k-keeping you w-w-waiting all t-this time,” he continues in an apologetic tone. “T-Things with my f-family aren’t e-easy right n-now.”

Not wanting to push him, you nod and smile reassuringly. “It’s okay,” you relent. “So, this project..?”

“It’ll b-be a breeze,” he replies. “D-Don’t worry about i-it, yeah?” He picks up his own cup of hot chocolate to fight off the child of mid autumn and nods to you, his dark eyes scanning over your form. “I w-wanna know j-just who I’m w-working with.” He smirks slightly, the corners of his mouth pulling up like a know-it-all cat.

You look into your cup of hot chocolate and shrug. “Nothing too interesting,” you attempt to slide off.

Toby rolls his eyes. “Calling b-bull,” he snorts. “You l-look stressed. W-What’s on your m-m-mind?”

You sigh deeply and relax your body as you think back to the situation with those girls. “It’s nothing.”

Toby hums once more but does not push you. Deep down though, he knows something is wrong.

And that’s how it carries on. You and Toby meet every so often to work on your presentation and your paper together and your so called friends continually leave you in the dust. Before you know it, you’re spending more and more time with Toby than anyone else, and because of that, you don’t feel nearly as alone as you used to.

From Toby’s perspective, he would never tell you what he thought when he first saw you walk through those doors of the cafe to finally meet him in person.

When he first got that email in regards to him not showing up and worrying you, he’d rolled his eyes and pretended it didn’t matter. It was whatever, who cares? Apparently you. With a slight gripe in the back of his head, he looked you up on social media with the help of a friend named Ben and found all that he needed to know just by looking at your profile. He was almost ashamed to admit how enraptured with you he had become. That’s why he was so adamant you met him at a cafe, where he could spend time with just you.

When he saw you walking through the doors, his eyes scanned over every inch of you. You had a slight bounce in your walk despite it being so chilly.

He wondered if you wanted to be warmed up.

You looked so soft in his eyes, so sweet and so alluring. Just your looks alone was all he needed as water for a growing obsession.

Toby is addictive by nature. Seeing you was what allowed that addiction to take off. When he heard your voice? He felt like he was high.

He knew something was wrong with you when you sighed like that. It was a loaded sigh. Of course, after the two of you parted ways for the night and on good terms, he immediately dug into the lives of your so-called ‘friends.’ Let’s just say that damn near instantly, he did not like them.

Maria, a nursing major. He considered her an air head that wouldn’t get anywhere with substance, and saw that she was much more of a party girl than anything else.

Georgina, another nursing major. Also considered her a lost cause.

Helena, a medical assistant major. Toby considered her the worst one, but it didn’t come at first. He found that girl was vile in every sense. The things he’s overhead her saying about other people? Terrible. The things he’s overhead her saying about you? Absolutely unacceptable.

He noticed her whispers that cut like thorns wrapping around you from the shadows as he sat in class near her, but never next to her. He listened to the filth that poured from her mouth and was able to pick up the conversations from her phone like it was nothing.

And all of that? It lit a fire in him, a fire that would eventually burn her down and scorch her until she was nothing but ashes.

You’re about to head to class and present your final project with Toby. You look like a mess, and it’s not just from the lack of sleep because of your other class’s finals, but because you are absolutely emotionally drained and have nothing left to give. You’d finally formally broken up from those girls, but it did not come without tears.

Reader: hey guys, it’s been a little while, but I just wanted to get some things off of my chest before I call it. First and foremost, I want to thank you for the time we did spend together, but I don’t feel safe or happy anymore. These past few weeks have been nothing but straight ice and being left out and I’m just… I’m tired, for a lack of better words. I know that you don’t really want me around anymore, so I thought I’d just nip this one in the bud before it got out of hand or anything like that. I just - whatever, I’m sorry for whatever I’ve done to offend you.

Georgina is typing…

Georgina: Honestly don’t take this the wrong way but you legitimately brought this all onto yourself.

Georgina: you don’t really talk to us the way that we talk to each other

Reader: but you literally never gave me a chance???

Maria: shes right tho,,,,, like, you just always kept to yourself. You didnt really give us anything to go off of

Georgina: right??? And it’s not like she’d actually do any of the things we wanted to do either

Reader: I’m sorry but like, I offered for you guys to come do some things with me and I even asked for you to tell me when you guys were making plans - I would have gone out

Helena: does it even matter now though? You brought literally all of this onto yourself there’s no use for you to just beg us for you to come back lol. Just stop while you’re ahead

Helena: you were never really there to begin with tbh you just kinda existed

Maria: exactly that! Like im glad we’re getting stuff off our chest because omg did you get on my nerves. Always quiet and just watching??? Never saying anything??

Georgina: RIGHT It was like a literal ghost in the room LMFAO

Reader: are you fucking serious right now?

Reader: you’re going to act like this?

Maria: you brought it on yourself

Helena: it was bound to happen

Reader: I cannot believe you guys are acting like such assholes right now

Maria: you did it first though?????

Helena: ^^^^

Georgina: ^^^^

From there, the conversation had delved into them throwing all of their problems onto you. It honestly felt like projecting, but you had a class to go to and project to present and no time to cry.

You wiped your tears, got ready for the day and headed out to your building from out of your dorm. Soon, you would be on break and away from this place that’s driving you up a wall.

You walked across campus and plastered a faint smile on your face as you continued to move through the nippy air. You enjoyed seeing the leaves as they danced on the flowing air and eventually kissed the sidewalk. You could smell pumpkin spice and the remnants of November. What a beautiful season.

Waiting for you outside of Wendell’s Hall was Toby, hands in his pockets as he leaned up against the wall just beside the door.

“Were you waiting for me?” You ask with a small smile.

“Maybe,” he hums with a small smirk. “C-C’mon, it’s a little c-chilly out here,” he says as he gently shuffles you inside after opening the door for you. He watches you carefully as you walk through the halls and find the elevator to get to the sixth floor.

As the two of you wait for the doors to open, Toby checks you over.

“What?” You say with a small chuckle.

“J-Just checking,” Toby hums. “A-Are you okay?” He asks as the doors open. He nods for you to go in first, and then follows in directly after. He watches your finger press the button for six.

“Why?”

“You s-seem a l-little tense,” he says as he looks over you again, his eyes narrowing in on yours. “I-Is it the p-presentation?”

You hold your hand out and make a ‘so-so’ motion. “I guess,” you reply, attempting to shove off anything that might make you cry again. Your eyes are a little dark, and your skin is still soft from the saline, raw from you rubbing those pearls of water with your sleeves repeatedly.

“You w-wanna talk a-about it l-later?” He asks softly, his hand resting warmly on your shoulder as he brings you into his side.

You look up at him and smile. “We’ll see.”

When the doors open, you and Toby quickly make it to your class and are pleased to see there’s spots open and the two of you can sit together. Toby is quick to snag the seats for the both of you and his warm expression falls when he sees Helena waltzing into the room.

Helena sits a little ways from where you and Toby sit before she wiggles her fingers at you like a nonverbal smile before actually turning her lips up in a fake saccharine smile.

You shift uncomfortably and instead focus on your presentation. You feel a little nervous, mostly because Helena is here and this is also a big chunk of your grade. You’re academically passing with flying colors, but a hiccup like this could spell something bad. You breathe out deeply when you feel Toby’s hand resting on your shoulder, grounding you.

“We g-g-got this,” he says with a small smile, squeezing you lightly. “You w-wwanna get it out of the w-w-ay?”

“No,” you reply suddenly. “I just want to see how this goes.”

Toby nods and turns his attention to the other students that continue to walk through the door. “A-Anything for y-y-you,” he says softly.

You barely hear it, but you smile all the same.

Presentations pass in a pretty boring manner. Your professor seems pleased with everyone that presents, and she offers praise and saves the criticism for emails, but so far, it seems like everyone is doing well! You’re almost fully calm by the time you raise your hand to present but when Helena and her partner begin snickering, your heart sinks to your knees.

“Alright, you two are good to go,” your professor says with a warm, reassuring smile on her face after she pulls up your project on the overhead projector. “Giving the remote to Miss Reader, whenever you two are ready.” She holds the remote out to you and then whispers ‘you’re gonna do great’ before taking her seat in the front row.

You silently thank her for her reassurance and then turn your attention to Toby, who begins the presentation.

You make sure to speak clearly and concisely as you present your project, paying close attention to detail and everything that was outlined on the rubric. You watch your professor’s expression light up brighter and brighter as you carry on with your half of the presentation. It seems that she’s really pleased with the both of you, but especially you!

Your big hiccup comes when the questions part of your presentation comes up.

See, prior to this, the questions portion had been empty and pretty dead. But of course, because Helena is here, she’s dead set on making you flop.

When she starts firing questions, you and Toby answer them to the best of your abilities. Admittedly, you are more than mentally dead at this point. With every question that Helena digs into you, you feel your brain cells dying off at an even faster rate. The lights of the projector bore into you and make you dizzy. You’re just… exhausted.

Helena finally poses a question that makes your face heat up. “So?” She taunts, her eyes looking at you innocently. “I just wanna know,” she continues, her eyes flashing.

You should be able to answer this. It’s so simple and right there in your bank of knowledge you just can’t open the vault.

“Miss Reader..?” Your professor quietly asks, pulling you from your thoughts. “Are you able to-” You shake your head, feeling numb and cold all at the same time. “I’m sorry, no,” you whisper. It was one of the first things you learned in the class and one of the most important.

Your professor nods and mouths, ‘don’t worry,’ before turning to the rest of her class. “Alright then, you two are dismissed. Give them a round of applause for their work.”

The applause surrounds you but you do not feel it, and when you move back to your seat, you can’t help but feel embarrassed. The looks that you get from those around you are of pity and ‘she hasn’t learned anything this quarter, has she?’ It makes your face burn with embarrassment and you feel so unnaturally warm because of it. A rush of emotions comes over you when you see Helena’s shifty glances and hear her insipid giggles and you hurriedly get your things together and bolt out of the classroom.

Toby shoots up when you rush out and he’s not able to catch you. Instead, he sits in for the rest of the class to give you some space and anything else the professor may say. His glare is turned on Helena. When she flashes him that same sickly sweet, mocking smile, he sees red.

Class ends shortly after that, the professor clearly uncomfortable with whatever just happened with Helena and Toby is keeping his ire hidden until what comes after he deals with you. He’s got a few choice things in mind he’d like to do to Helena, mostly spinal disfigurement and popping bones from their joints and scattering them across the country, but he knows he has to play this as slimy as she did. He’s already conjuring up ways to academically cripple her.

Toby pushes those thoughts to the side before he makes his way to your dorm. He’s nodding to the guy at the front desk and running up the stairs to find you faster than his thoughts can even gather. He just wants to make sure you’re okay.

He walks through the hall of your floor before going over the room numbers. He’s only been in your dorm once - the two of you tend to spend time with each other outside of the campus. Twenty four hour McDonalds, out and about in the city, public parks, the two of you just like wandering. When he sees the numbers of your dorm, he internally sighs and knocks. “H-Hey, Reader? Y-You in t-t-there?” He asks as he knocks again.

From inside, you shuffle underneath your sheets. He’s here? You don’t answer.

“I j-just want to make s-sure you’re alright,” he continues in a soft voice. “If you n-need space though, I c-c-can go-” he barely makes the motion to move when you open the door just a crack.

You look up at Toby with dark, puffy eyes. You can’t bring yourself to say anything, but he can see that you’ve been through hell and back emotionally. You look like a mess, in less graceful words.

“Oh g-gods,” he murmurs as you push open the door just a bit more. “R-Reader,” he says softly as he takes you into his arms, his shoe gently pushing the door closed as you wrap your arms around his waist, taking in the scent of graphite and sandalwood as you sob into his chest. “What h-happened, s-sweetheart?” He asks softly as he rocks the two of you back and forth.

You continue to cry into his chest and grip onto the back of his hoodie as he gently maneuvers you to the side of your bed to let your tired body rest. “S-She’s so mean!” You cry as you continue to squeeze your eyes shut, still gripping Toby like he’s the only thing grounding you.

“What h-have they d-d-done to you?” He inquires in a tone just a little louder than a whisper. Internally, he knows he’ll make all three of those demons suffer and leave the school, by any means necessary. He just wants to hear it from you to know how hard he needs to fuck up their lives. Judging by this interaction alone? It’s monumental.

You then go into a painful detailing of everything those girls have ever made you feel, at one point even bringing up the chats you have saved on your phone. Your breathing begins to even, but Toby’s vision grows redder and redder.

He listens to everything you say as you recount your pain to him and he grits his teeth. Especially those chats - those are unforgivable.

You’re exhausted by the time you finally finish telling him everything they’ve made you feel and the things they’ve done to make you feel this way. You finish it with just a few more words. “They make me feel so small,” you admit through sniffles and broken breaths. “They just - they made me feel so left out and so insignificant,” you admit, still wiping away tears.

Toby holds you tighter before one of his hands reaches up to cup your cheek. “N-No! You’re n-not insignificant, you’re e-everything and m-more,” he begins to ramble. “Y-You’re s-s-so smart and p-put together and o-on top of i-it,” he continues, his thumb wiping away your residual tears.

“You’re just saying that-”

“I w-would never,” he cuts you off in a tone that’s more serious than he intended. “I m-mean everything I s-s-say and those g-girls suck. They d-don’t hold a candle to you,” he says as he cups your face.

“Toby…”

Toby hushes you by pressing a soft, almost scared he might spook you kiss to your lips as if he’s testing the waters. When you make no motion to fight him, he presses just a little more fervently before pulling away, leaving you with stars in your eyes. “I’ll handle e-e-everything, okay?” He promises softly, watching as the stars fade to exhaustion. “G-Get some r-r-rest,” he coos.

You allow him to lay you down as he moves the blankets to cover you before he gets up to turn off the lights. “You’re going to handle it?” You whisper as you allow sleep to veil over your body.

“Y-Yes, I’ll handle e-e-everything,” he promises again, flicking the lights off.

Toby fumbles through the dark for just a moment before slipping back into bed with you, allowing you to wrap around him like an octopus. He cradles you in his arms, his lips pressing to your forehead. “Sleepy t-time,” he mumbles as you cuddle into his chest.

You smile softly and feel your body go light, only anchored by Toby’s warm embrace.

[sebstanaddict]

Always You

Chapter 2 - Where It All Began

Summary

A love story chronicling the love and life of Sebastian Stan and Female!Reader. Inspired by Sebastian Stan's recent love life.

In this chapter we go back in time to meet Sebastian for the first time.

Pairings : Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Chapters : 2 / 22

Chapter list >

Warning : nothing..let me know if I miss anything

Word count : 2.7k

New Brunswick, New Jersey - August 2001

The shrill sound of y/n's alarm clock finally seeped through her consciussness. She opened her eyes and grabbed her alarm clock, turning it off, and putting it back on her night stand. Y/n rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, trying to get rid of the sleepiness she was feeling. She glanced at the clock, it was 7 am already. She had an English Literature class at 8. Better get ready. She thought. She sighed and stood up, stretching her stiff body.

"Shanon, wake up!" She called to her roommate who was still sound asleep across the room.

"Don't you have classes this morning?" She asked her roommate while walking towards her. She pulled the duvet covering her friend's body and found pillows instead. Shanon wasn't there. Y/n rolled her eyes. It was typical of Shanon. She must've stayed at some random guy's place, y/n thought.

Y/n and her roommate Shanon couldn't be more different. She was an introvert, quiet type who much rather stayed in her room immersed in a good book rather than go out and party. Shanon was definitely an extrovert who would much rather go out and party. Their choice of study majors couldn't be more different. She chose Journalism and Media Studies while Shanon chose Theatre Acting as her major.

Y/n went to the bathroom and took a quick shower. It was the first week of the first semester of her first year at Rutgers. She didn't want to be late and gave a bad impression to her teachers. She was combing her hair when she heard the knock on her door.

"Y/n! It's me! Open up." A heavy male sound came through her door.

She opened it and found Michael, her boyfriend, at the door.

"Good morning, babe." Michael greeted her and gave her a kiss.

"Morning, babe." She kissed him back, happy to see him.

Y/n and Michael were high school sweethearts. They went to New Brunswick High School together and had known each other since kindergarten, but they didn't get together until their senior year in high school. It was a relief to her that he also went to Rutgers with her because she didn't know whether she could stand having a long distance relationship if he had gone to a different university. She couldn't imagine the anxiety she would feel being away from him for months at a time. Always afraid some other girl would steal him away from her.

Michael was a good looking blonde boy, with bright blue eyes and dimples on his cheek. Y/n didn't know how he could choose her out of all the pretty girls in her high school. Michael told her she was gorgeous multiple times but she just didn't believe it. She had always thought of herself as average looking with average body, average hair, average eyes. Many boys had expressed interest in her during her middle school and high school years, but it wasn't until Michael asked her out that she finally decided to date someone.

Like Shanon, Michael chose Theatre Acting as well for his major. So most of the time he and y/n didn't have the same class, except for that morning. They both had to take English Literature to fulfill their credit. He came to pick her up so they could go to the class together.

"Ready, babe?" Michael asked as y/n put on a pink cardigan.

"Yeah. Come on." Y/n said, picking up her bag and went out the door.

As they walked to class they dropped by the coffee cart near their dorm, grabbing two steaming cups of coffee. Black for Michael, with added sugar and milk for y/n. Y/n also bought two Danish pastries. They stopped before entering the classroom, finishing their breakfast just outside of the entrance to the classroom.

Y/n was chewing her last piece of pastry when he saw HIM. A tall skinny boy with thick tufts of brown hair and piercing blue eyes walked towards the entrance of the classroom. He caught her staring eyes and gave her a smile. She felt her heart just stopped. She swallowed her pastry and smiled back. He put a finger on his lip and she realized that she had pastry crumbs on her lips. She licked her lips to clean the crumbs, the boy laughed and winked at her then entered the classroom, leaving her weak at the knees.

What was that? Who was that? Y/n blinked and shook her head. Her boyfriend was standing next to her and she had the audacity to feel like that towards another boy? She chastised herself. Michael was thankfully oblivious to the whole exchange. He was talking to a friend of his when it happened. Y/n breathed a sigh of relief and made a promise to herself not to be so stupid again. The boy WAS cute..but Michael was also cute. She was happy with Michael. But then why did she feel like she just met the love of her life? She decided to brush the feeling off. It was almost 8. She grabbed Michael's hand and went inside the classroom together.

The English Literature class took place in one of the largest theatres on campus. That was because there were hundreds of students taking the class. It was one of the most chosen electives for many students.

Michael guided her to the middle part of the classroom. He noticed some of his friends from his major were there and he headed there. Y/n scanned the faces of his friends. She didn't know them except Chad, Michael's roommate, another good looking boy with dirty blonde hair. She just realized most of the guys in the Theatre Acting major were good looking, Michael included, and she couldn't help feeling a little proud being able to date one of them. God, why am I so shallow? She questioned herself internally.

She continued scanning the faces of his friends and almost tripped when she saw the boy she saw at the entrance was there, sitting among Michael's friends. Oh no. Please no. Why must he be there. Does Michael know him? She questioned.

Michael sat down next to Chad and y/n took a seat next to him. THE boy sat next to Chad. He also noticed y/n and as she sat down he gave her a smile again. Y/n smiled back, she didn't want to seem rude.

"Hey guys." Michael greeted his friends.

"This is y/n my girlfriend." Michael said, introducing her to his friends. His friends waved their hands at her and smiled at her, including HIM.

"Y/n, this is Chad, Sebastian, Edward, and Charlie." He introduced them to her.

"Hi guys." She waved her hand at them and smiled shyly.

So his name was Sebastian. She thought. What an unusual name. She wondered if he had a foreign ancestry. But then again, most Americans were of foreign ancestry, she thought, kicking herself mentally. Why must she thought of him? She decided to turn her attention to the front of the class. Trying not to think about him again.

As y/n listened to her teacher droned on and on, she played with her pen. She held the middle part of her pen with her thumb and index finger, and flipped it back and forth. She was still nervous being around Sebastian, the activity helped her focus on the teacher. But then she slipped and her pen flew and hit Sebastian on the head.

"Ow!" He yelped in surprise.

Y/n gasped and covered her mouth with her hand.

"What did you do, babe?" Michael asked, looking at her incredulously.

Sebastian picked up the pen which fell on the floor after hitting him and gave it to Chad, who gave it to Michael who then finally gave it to y/n.

"I'm sorry.." she mouthed to Sebastian, her face turned beet red.

"It's okay." Sebastian mouthed back while rubbing his head.

"Careful babe. Don't be so stupid. You're embarassing me." Michael chastised her. She felt hurt by his words but decided to brush it off. She really was embarassing.

"She covered the side of her face with her hand, shielding her face from her boyfriend and his friends, especially Sebastian. She was so embarassed she wished the earth would crack open and just swallowed her whole.

After the class was over y/n and Michael went to separate classes. He had Acting class and she had Writing for Media class. They agreed to meet again for lunch.

The rest of the day wasn't as bad as that morning. She was excited in her writing class and also two other classes after that. She made some new friends as well. During lunch she had Michael to herself. His friends were nowhere in sight and she was very relieved.

After her last class she went to a local book store, Hidden Gems Literary Emporium. It was a small but charming little family owned book store. She worked there everyday during the weekdays on the afternoon shift until it closed. The salary wasn't big but at least she didn't have to ask her parents for pocket money. And she loved working there among books. She couldn't imagine a better job. Michael accompanied her there but didn't stay long. His friends had asked him to hang out with them that afternoon at a local bar.

"I'll pick you up at 9 okay?" Michael said, giving her a hug and a peck on the cheek.

"Okay, babe. I'll see you later." Y/n said giving him a peck on the cheek as well.

Y/n was cleaning the books on one of the shelves when she heard the ringing sound of someone entering the bookstore.

"Welcome to Hidden Gems." She said brightly, as she turned to greet the guest. Her jaw dropped when she saw who it was. It was Sebastian. She dropped the cloth she was holding as she looked at him.

"Oh hey.. didn't think I'll meet you here." Sebastian said, walking closer towards her.

He bend down and picked up the cloth she dropped and gave it to her

"Here.. be careful next time. I don't want to have to pick up your things every time we meet." He said winking at her.

Y/n blushed and said a meek thank you to him.

"Sorry about..what happened in class." Y/n said.

Sebastian laughed. He had the most wonderful laugh she had ever heard.

"That's okay. I was falling asleep listening to the teacher and you helped wake me up actually." Sebastian said, winking at her yet again.

"Oh okay." She said in relief.

"Anything I can help you with?" She asked, trying hard to keep her composure.

"Yeah, maybe. I'm looking for a gift for my girlfriend. It's her birthday this weekend." Sebastian answered.

Y/n's heart plummeted. Why was she so disappointed to hear he had a girlfriend? He was a very good looking and charming guy. Of course he had a girlfriend. She herself had a boyfriend. It wasn't supposed to be a big deal. She imagined Michael so that she could get rid of this unpleasant feeling in her chest.

"Oh okay. What kind of book are you looking for? Fiction? Non fiction? Self help book maybe?" She asked playfully. Sebastian laughed out loud. She loved listening to him laugh.

"Definitely not self help book." He stated.

"Okay then. Well I guess I'll leave you to choose yourself. I'll be right over there if you need me." She said, gesturing to the cashier area. She needed to get away from him. He was getting awfully close and he smelled good. Like pine and a hint of citrus. She couldn't take it anymore. She was afraid of embarassing herself even more.

"Wait." Sebastian said, taking her hand, stopping her from leaving. Her heart fluttered at his touch. This was getting really out of hand. She thought. She needed to control her feelings.

"What's your favourite book?" He asked, letting her hand go.

"I have a lot. You don't wanna know." She said quickly.

"Well.. what's the one book that you feel you can read everyday without getting bored?" He asked again.

She pondered the question for a moment then she said.

"Wait here."

"Okay." Sebastian said.

Y/n went to the cashier area and picked up the book she was currently reading. It was Sophie's World by a Norwegian writer Jostein Gaarder. A book on a philosophy course wrapped in a fictional story about a Norwegian teenager Sophie Amundsen who received lessons of philosophy from a mysterious philosopher. Ever since y/n first read it four years prior, it had been her most favourite book. It truly was one of the books she could read from cover to cover without getting bored.

She gave the book to Sebastian and his eyes glimmered in delight.

"Oh I love this book!" He said.

"Oh you've read it?" Y/n asked.

"Yeah. Back in high school. My English teacher assigned this book for us to read during one semester. But after that I've read it again at least two times." He said.

"Okay. I assume your girlfriend have read it too?" She asked.

"Umm..I don't know. Maybe she has. But I'm still going to get this for her anyway. It's brilliant. Thanks for the suggestion." He smiled.

"Oh okay. I'll get you a new copy cause that one's mine." Y/n said.

"Oh yeah..of course." Sebastian said, returning the book to y/n.

After paying for a new copy of Sophie's World, Sebastian said he had to go, saying he had promised to meet his friends at a bar nearby. Most likely meeting Chad, Edward, Charlie and Michael, y/n thought.

"See you later y/n." Sebastian said as he went out the door.

"See you." Y/n said.

She sighed in relief. Well..that was not as embarassing as the first time she met Sebastian. She hoped the next time they meet she would be able to act normal around him. She had a boyfriend and he had a girlfriend. It was no use being all awkward around him. Especially since it seemed they were going to be around each other a lot.

The next morning y/n was ready to go to her morning class, but until the clock pointed to a quarter to 8, Michael hadn't showed up. He usually came over to her room every morning to walk her to class, even if they didn't have a class together. She tried calling him but his cellphone was off. She decided to come over to his dorm room before she went to her class. She wanted to make sure he was okay.

His dorm was located across from hers. She passed many male students as they walked out the dorm to their classes. None of them she knew. After climbing to the third floor of the building, she finally arrived at his dorm room and knocked.

"Michael..are you in there? It's me." Y/n called.

The door opened moments later but instead of Michael at the door it was Sebastian. Y/n gasped when she saw him. He was only wearing a white boxer shorts and white wife beater. His hair was disheveled like he just woke up. He had a great body, she mentally noted. Realizing what she was thinking she chastised herself mentally. Stop it y/n!

"Oh my God. I'm sorry Sebastian." Y/n looked down, her face beet red.

He looked at her in confusion then gave her a smile.

"You have the wrong room y/n." He said.

"Michael's room is down the hall." He pointed to Michael's room.

"Yes, thank you. I'm sorry..again." y/n said, still keeping her gaze down.

"No problem y/n. I hope the next time we meet you won't have to say sorry again." Sebastian laughed.

"I hope so too!" She said.

"Well I'll see you around Sebastian. Bye." She said quickly.

"Bye y/n." Sebastian gave her a small wave and chuckled.

She turned around and went to Michael's room without saying another word. What a way to start the semester. She thought. Getting embarassed in front of Sebastian multiple times in a span of two days. She didn't know how she could survive the rest of the year with him around.

Chapter 3>

[artsy-hobbitses]

I'm getting very curious about Malaysia... what's it like there?? Culture, living conditions, etc.

Pretty loaded question!

Off the top of my head, some specifics:

- Very much a melting pot. Malay, Chinese and Indian ethnicities mingle pretty freely, interracial marriages are not uncommon (I’m quarter Chinese on my mum’s side) and the modern Malaysian slang is often a mishmash of Malay, Chinese and Indian words. You have a choice between public, vernacular (usually caters to a specific race ie. Chinese/Indian as a stronghold of the language/customs, however I had Malays friends who went to Chinese Vernacular schools) international, private and religious schools (mostly for the Muslim-Majority Malays). Public holidays are designated for all three major races (big ones are Eid, Deepavali and Chinese New Year) plus more specific ones in Sabah/Sarawak for the indigenous population, and it’s normal for say, Malays to be invited to a Deepavali gathering or for Chinese to be invited to Eid open houses. We’re usually chill about it like that.

- Despite this, racism exists. It’s not loud and proud like in western nations though (except for your occasional Malay nationalist politician) it tends to be more of the passive-aggressive sort. Some parents discreetly warn their kids about not being friends with [X] race at school, some house rental listings with single out [X] race, though we’re coming to the point that we’re not bothering with Asian decorum anymore and publicly shitting on that behavior. On a historical aspect, the potential reason it takes on a more subtle, passive-aggressive tone here was that on 13 May 1969, sectarian violence broke out between urban Chinese and Malays in Kuala Lumpur due to unrest over the general election, and this resulted in the deaths of 600 people, mostly Chinese (My mum lived through this time at the heart of the incident). Basically the nation’s been scarred and has feared a similar event ever since, so those spouting open racial violence get slammed down pretty quick and “Remember 13 May” has often been used as a warning for whenever tensions flare up. Or when politicians want us to keep our grumblings down. We tend to have a don’t-rock-the-boat mentality here on the basis of trying to keep the peace for everyone—-it doesn’t always work. Malay Privilege/“Ketuanan Melayu” is a thing you’ll hear often from some sections of Malays here, who tend to argue that since they’re technically the original inhabitants if the land (don’t quiz ‘em about the Orang Asli), they should get more rights than the others.

-Living conditions vary. I live in Selangor—the state surrounding the Capital Kuala Lumpur—-which has the highest density of denizens. Here, it’s pretty modern. My husband and I rent a two-story terrace house, my parents who are a little well-off have their own bungalow. Places like Penang, Perak and Johor also tend to be more in the modern side. You’ll find more rural areas and kampungs as you go deeper into the heart of country (Pahang), the East Coast (Kelantan, Terengganu) and the country’s rice bowl (Kedah, and by extension, Perlis). This is within the Peninsula—-Sabah (I lived here for about four years) and Sarawak have a combination of modern and rural areas and tend to take life at a much slower pace than the Peninsula states (They also want none of Peninsula’s religious tension bullshit). My father’s kampung is in Pahang, and while I was never close to my paternal grandparents, I do have fond memories of cooking outdoors and plucking rambutan bunches from the trees they grew.

- Wet. Very wet. Monsoon season/‘Musim Tengkujuh’ at year end interspace with mid-year. Fucks with the income of local fishermen who are barred from going to the ocean on the account of rough waves, Flooding is an annual occurrence for rural areas, though we get flash floods in cities too. Common enough that “check for crocodiles” isn’t a weird request when you come back to clean your homes from mud and silt. (Houses near flood-prone areas will employ walls or be built on stilts to withstand the floods).

- 9 Sultans for 9 states, they take turns becoming the Agong (Chief Sultan I guess?) every five years. They’re mostly there the same way the British monarchy is. Don’t really play a big role in politics unless there is a need for them to decree something when politicians can’t work things out between themselves.

- Political leapfrog. It’s. A thing. A politician you see from one party today can be a member of another party tomorrow. It’s gotten so bad they’re considering legislation to punish it. We do call them literal frogs (Katak) when they do this (Sorry frogs, you deserve better!)

- Food. All the fucking food. Melting pot = all the deliciousness. There’s no culturally appropriating cuisine here, everyone’s eating everyone else’s stuff with great gusto. Roti Canai/Chappati (Indian) for breakfast, Nasi Campur (mixed rice, mostly with Malay dishes) for lunch and Wantan Mee (Chinese) for dinner is an example of the food culture trip you go through on any given day. You’ll have Malays who adore Chinese food, Chinese who adore Malay food, and no one fights when they’re eating, that’s all there is to it. Places like Penang are a haven for food and people will make trips just to eat there.

- Islam is the main religion. However, it’s not strictly enforced in most cases, I’d dare even say that we’re quite secular, to the teeth-gnashing of the Facebook army. I’m a Muslim who doesn’t wear a headscarf (except on special occasions), I know Muslims who rescue and keep dogs (My hunter grandfather apparently caught and kept a Dhole as a house guard way back), and I know some who’re LGBT, albeit somewhat discreet about it.

- Speaking of LGBT, the country is not friendly to the community, but neither is it as hostile as sections of the US tend to be about it. As an example, gay conversion therapy isn’t really a thing there (presumably because that would entail the govt admitting that there’s enough gay people to require it at all), workplaces generally do not have a policy targeting people based on their sexualities, like you’ll find butch ladies serving you drinks at Starbucks and gay men working with local theatre productions, and violence against LGBT members is pretty rare (though I imagine this is more because most people here mostly do not want to kick up a fuss in public, what more a fight, and just judge from a distance). Basically, the majority of the public will tolerate LGBT existence—whispering behind their back——until there starts to be a call for rights.

- Good degree of English command. English is understood, if not spoken, by a lot of us here from cab drivers to stall owners, so you won’t be hopelessly lost if you decide to visit. A big majority of us are at LEAST bilingual (In my case, I speak English and Malay, and can understand some Arabic). Quite a number who come from interracial marriages are trilingual.

- Cheap healthcare. There’s a reason we’re one of the top destinations for medical tourism. You have a choice between private and government hospitals which provide a form of universal healthcare. Govt clinics/hospitals offer subsidized healthcare and meds to all members of the public, and most doctors will start out in government hospitals before moving to private practices (like my sister-in-law). Uninsured, a trip to a normal clinic for a consultation will set you back maybe twenty to thirty bucks, fifty if you need meds or a small procedure like stitches. I do have insurance but have never used it for doctor visits since the amount is pretty trivial. I have, however, used it for a hysterectomy surgery + 1 month hospital stay at a private hospital which set me back about RM30,000-RM40,000 (USD7000-USD9500) which I managed to get covered. Ambulance Fees are like, RM200 (USD47) for private hospitals and RM50 (USD12) for govt hospitals. Consultation fees, blood tests and X-Rays go as low as RM1 (24 Cents) in govt hospitals. If you get hurt here, we got you covered.

And that’s just off my head! If there’s something specific you’d like you know, feel free to ask further ouob

[jisungsplatforms]

[Chapter I: Let’s Party!]

Pairing: Producer/Music Major! Han Jisung x Photographer! fem! reader

Genre: NSFW! Smut; non idol au, college au, strangers to lovers

Warnings: strong language, use of alcoholic beverages, drunken antics, ?? jackson wang is throwing a party?? (jk he’s not aljsks. changbin is tho), nothing filthy in this chapter, unfortunately :/ just plot build up

Chapter word count: 2.6k words

Taglist: @hyunjeongins @seungstarss @es-kay-zee @hyunjinsplaything @formidxble @freckledquokka (want to be added? send an ask or a dm! <3)

Haven University; school of the elite. From the academically inclined to the artistically blessed, only those who were gifted with such talents are accepted to augment their potential. The perfect school for the sensational.

...And like every other school with young hormonal adults, also the perfect school for a good fuck.

“Another outstanding submission, Y/n! Keep up the great work!”

You smiled at your photography teacher, Mr. Kim, bowing humbly as you thanked him. You were proud. Praise after praise for your picture taking skills only heightened your motivation to be the best even more. Photography has always been your passion. Ever since you were given your very first camera at the age of 5 years old- which, in retrospect, was actually a toy camera, you already knew that it is something you would want to pursue.

In the middle of your teacher’s praises with another student, the bell rang. “Looks like we ran out of time, folks. Great job again, Seungmin. Everyone, class dismissed,” he said, jokingly using shooing gestures. “Now hurry up and get out of my face, you delinquents. Lunch time awaits. Go replenish your life force.”

You began gathering your belongings, slinging your precious DSLR camera around your neck. “Outstanding submission, young photographer.” You heard someone say. You turned around to see Seungmin grinning at you.

You snort out a laugh. “Thanks. Great job to you too, Seungmo.” Seungmin was about to respond when your instructor’s voice interrupted.

“Oh. Except Y/n. Please stay a little bit after class, for me, dear.” You and Seungmin shared a glance, nodding for him to go ahead without you. He pats your shoulder, bidding you goodbye. You continued packing your things into your bag. As the rest of the students left the room, you walked towards Mr. Kim’s desk, waiting for his word. “Hello, Y/n.”

“Hello, sir. You wanted to talk to me?”

“Ah yes. I wanted to ask you this,” your instructor paused, sitting on his desk. “How much do you love photography?”

You paused, wanting to convey the exact feelings you wanted to express. “Photography is an escape for me,” you answered. “It’s another form of art that helps people convey the emotions and stories people want to tell. Some people express their emotions through music and lyrics, others through paintings, and others through dance. For me, personally, I’m not all that good in any of those aspects, sir. That is why I work so hard when it comes to this class, and in photography in general.” You unconsciously caressed the camera slung around your neck. “And to me, the stories behind a photo is a lot more intimate in a way that I just can’t explain.”

“Because...this is the only way for you to express yourself? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?” You nodded. Mr. Kim hummed in thought. “I see.” He stood up and walked to you, placing his warm hands on your shoulder. “I admire you, kid.”

“You...admire me?” You were confused. The teacher admires his student? Isn’t it usually the other way around?

“Oh yeah. Is that hard to believe?”

“Uhm...Kinda, yeah.”

Mr. Kim laughed mirthfully, amused by your bewilderment and doubt. “Well, believe it. You have spunk. Soul. Your work impart emotions I have never seen from my other students before. You’re passionate about what you do, and I like that. You take digital arts very seriously.”

You laughed awkwardly, the amount of praise your instructor was giving you made you happy. “I do, sir. Kinda a shame not a lot of people even consider it an art.”

“Indeed,” he replied, sitting down on his desk. “Which is why I wanted to give you an impromptu assignment. I want to assign you a story telling type of assignment; to write a story using your photography skills, if that makes sense.”

“Hm, yes? I think I get a jist of what you're trying to tell me.”

“Excellent. I just want to use this to monitor your skills, Y/n. You’re a very talented person, the most talented I’ve ever had even. I just want to see how much of that potential you really have so I can help you blossom it into something greater.”

“Oh,” you draw out, somewhat understanding why he picked you. “I see, sir. I’m honored that you’ve picked me.”

“You should,” he joked. “Now, I want you to photograph the following- write or type this down before you forget.” You hastily whipped out your phone from your pocket. “Ready?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Okay. I want you to capture the perfect scenes. Give me something that gives you joy. Something that makes you emotional, good or bad or even both, if you can. Something you fear, and finally, something that you love unconditionally. These are all supposed to be different photos, by the way. Got that?”

You finished typing a few seconds later. “And...got it.”

“Awesome!” he smiled. “Just know that I’ll be giving you only 3 months to complete the assignment. I hope that this isn’t too much to ask of you, but I’m sure someone as ambitious as you doesn’t mind, right?”

“Nope, sir! Everything will be a-okay!”

“I’m glad! Now move along and get to the canteen already. I’m sure you’re just as hungry as I am.”

You giggled, making your way to the door. “Thank you sir! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Oh, finally! There you are! We were starving waiting for you!” You rolled your eyes at Minho, who immediately decided to pick on you the second you entered his field of sight.

“Shut up, you could’ve eaten without me you know?”

“Nah, cause what kind of friends would we be if you ate without you?”

“You just want to steal some of my food, don’t you?”

Minho scoffed and went quiet, prompting Hyunjin, Seungmin, and Jeongin to laugh. “Caught you red-handed, Hyung,” Hyunjin teased, which backfired immediately causing him to chant an apology after Minho gave him a look.

“So why did you take so long, Y/n?” Jeongin asked.

“Oh, Mr. Kim wanted to give me an extra assignment.”

“Extra assignment?” Seungmin questioned. “What for?”

You shrugged, sitting down. “Uh, to test me? I’m not sure but I honestly think that there’s something more behind it. Not in like a bad way, just to clarify. I mean, he did acknowledge that I’m the best in his class after all.”

Seungmin snorted. “I just know you meant that unironically.” You jokingly blew a raspberry at him.

“Of course Y/n is the best!” Hyunjin stuck his chin up. “Let’s be honest, anyone could be the best if they use me as their model!”

“Hey, Hyunjin? You wanna eat this straw?” Minho threatened, making Hyunjin shut up.

“No...?”

“Good. Get off your high horse, prince charming.”

The three of you laughed. “Poor Hyunjin,” Jeongin sympathized sardonically.

“Hyunjin please stick to dancing and uh- not dying,” you said. “I still need you alive for some more upcoming projects.”

“For me too,” said Seungmin. “I might start using you as my model as well.”

Hyunjin fake cried, “Y’all just like me for my looks!”

“I mean, there’s no denying you are incredibly handsome but we like your personality too, Hyunie, don’t worry,” you cheered him up, then turned to Jeongin. “What about you, Yeni? How’re you holding up now that Lix is gone?”

Jeongin gasped. “I miss him! I’m so lonely now, especially when I have theatre! I feel so awkward now that girls swarm up to me instead- and you know I’m a shy boy!”

“Hey! At least you’re more popular now!” Minho laughed.

“Well, now we have no choice but to remember Felix in our hearts,” Seungmin replied.

“I’m not fucking dead. I just switched majors!” the four of you turned to see Felix pouting at you all.

“Well, you’re dead to me!” Jeongin wailed. “Going from a theatre major to a dance major. How could you?!”

Felix chuckled, sitting down between Seungmin and Jeongin. “I’m sorry! You know I’ll still see you though, buddy!”

“Why don’t you just switch to a regular vocal major next semester, Yeni?” you asked.

“Nah. I originally did want to go for just regular vocal studies but, you know, even if I did accidently sign up for the class, I ended up finding something else I wanna do. Plus, theatre is surprisingly fun! You know, find something new that’ll change your life every day.”

“Yup! Especially since they often collab with the dance majors so we get to see each other a lot!” Hyunjin beamed while Minho nodded in acknowledgment.

“Oh, speaking of dancing,” Minho chimed in. “You guys wanna go to a party I was invited to?”

“No,” Seungmin immediately responded.

“No, not you, I knew you would say no. I meant the others.”

Hyunjin nodded, “I was invited to the same party you’re talking about, so yeah.”

“Can’t,” Felix replied. “I’m still getting used to my new major and I still have a few assignments to catch up on.”

Jeongin hummed in agreement. “Same here. We have a play coming up soon and I’m a lead this time, so I gotta stay home to rehearse as much as I can.”

Minho made a stank face, “Aww. Lame.” He turned to you. “What about you, Y/n? You down?”

You thought about it for a moment. “Yeah, sure. Why not?”

“Really?” All 5 boys looked at you incredulously.

“Yeah. I might find some inspiration while I’m there. Besides you know I’ll just be leeching off of Hyunie and Min the whole time.”

Minho and Hyunjin high-fived, cheering a quiet ‘yes!’ Hyunjin giggled. “This is great cause we might need a designated back up driver in case I get drunk and Minho-hyung abandons me!”

“Now that you’ve said that, I might seriously consider that,” Minho grinned. “We’ll pick you up at 8 sharp! Y/n!”

‘8:53pm’ You wanted to go home already.

The boys, true to their word, picked you up at 8:00pm. With little to no traffic- and the fact that Hyunjin actually got ready early so that they wouldn’t be an hour late- the three of you made it to the party around 8:20pm. Even then there were already a lot of people there.

“What the fuck. This house is huge!” you gawked. “Can you even consider this a house still?!”

Hyunjin shrugged. “I’d say this more of a mansion at this point.” All you do mutter a constant chant of ‘what the fuck. what the fuck’ over and over again. “Who’s house is this again, Minho?”

“Changbin’s, remember? Jisung said they’re celebrating in his house,” Minho replied.

“Well this Changbin dude is LOADED,” you mused. Even in the dim lighting, you could see the elegance of the house, which most likely costs more than your entire tuition. “I’d hate to be the one who has to clean up the place.” The boys lead you to the kitchen, helping you avoid the crowd cause, in your words, ‘ew yucky people’. There, they brought you to two men wearing all black, who were hanging out on the island counter. Their names were Changbin- the handsome rich boy who owns the house, the lucky bastard- and Chan- another handsome rich boy with the cutest laugh and dimples, both really sweet and hilarious men, whom you very much enjoyed talking to...

That was the last memory you had before it went downhill.

It took 33 minutes and 4 soju bottles later for Hyunjin to get drunk. Chan and Changbin were back at the booth, manning the song list for the night while Minho was somewhere with some guy in a red beanie doing absolutely nothing, so here you were: stuck babysitting your best friend. “Y/n! Y/n!”

You sighed hearing Hyunjin drunkenly call you. Again. “Yes, Hyunie?”

“I looove you~!” he sang while giving you finger hearts, rocking on the balls of his feet. You sighed again, rubbing your temple.

“Yeah yeah. I know. Love you too.”

“Y/n!” Your left eye twitched. You whipped out your phone from your bra to text Minho.

Me: You bitch.

Help me

Minho ho ho 😼: Hi

No

You glowered. You quickly glanced up to check Hyunjin, who was now sitting on the carpeted floor in front of you, counting his luscious black hair.

Me: He’s-he’s counting his hair… Please get him. It’s like watching a bird repeatedly hitting glass

Minho ho ho 😼: At least he’s not making any trouble now, is he?

He fucking jinxed it. Hyunjin stood up with a shocked look on his face. “What’s wrong, Hyunjin?”

“It’s my favorite song!” he cheered, starting to dance along. You have to admit, even when he’s drunk, he’s still an exceptional dancer. Texting Minho a quick ‘fuck you’. You put your phone back between your breasts to go back to monitoring him, preparing yourself in case you needed to tackle Hyunjin down.

“Heyyy, Y/n!” Minho suddenly draped his arm around your shoulder. Taking your eyes off of Hyunjin, you glared at your lazy, backstabbing friend, shoving his arm off of you.

“Asshole, you’re ten minutes late.”

“Oh I'm not here for Hyunjin. I need your phone.” You look at him audaciously.

“What the- why?”

“My-uh-phone died?” he said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. Your eyes briefly flickered towards Minho’s friend, who, in return, looked down bashfully, red faced. Hm. Weird. You rolled your eyes, nonchalantly reaching into your shirt to get your phone. Minho didn’t even hide his grimace. He cringed, “It’s warm...and wet?”

“Shut up. I’m sweating, okay? And I don’t have any pockets on me.”

Minho nodded, going back to his little friend. Before you could scold him, you heard Hyunjin screaming. You turned around to find him running to the front door. Oh shit. You started pushing people to run after him

You groaned in disgust, wanting nothing more than to get the hell out of here. You pushed your way out of the crowd, cringing at the feeling of touching numerous dirty, unknown people. Where in the world is the fucking exit? In the midst of the sweaty, drunken bodies, your eyes met. It was like time had stopped; no one within the vicinity seemed to not have mattered anymore. With just a smirk and a flirty wink from the chubby-cheeked boy in the red beanie, you knew…

...you just had to fuck him

Hold on, Y/n. Your friend might get fucking ran over! You snapped out of it. With a flustered face, you continued shoving your way through, wrangling Minho on the way. “Come on, fucker. You’re helping me. Let’s go,” you sneered while Minho complained.

After 30 minutes of chasing and wrestling, the drunken beast was tamed. The night ended with Minho driving you all home instead while you and Hyunjin cuddled in the backseat against your will. Minho took great pleasure in knowing that he wasn’t Hyunjin’s cuddle buddy, laughing every time you tried unlatching yourself from him, which made the long haired boy cry. Your sadistic friend dropped you home first, apologizing for not being much of a help tonight. “To make it up to you, I have something for you,” he suspiciously said, wiggling his eyebrows, before giving your phone back and driving off.

You relaxed on your bed, happy that you were rid of those dirty, smelly clothes. You grabbed your phone to text Minho. Assuming that the messages app was left on your conversation with him, you started texting, not paying any mind to the fact that the chat was blank.

Me: Thanks for taking me I guess. I didn’t get anything other than unwanted kisses from Hyunjin ew but it’s aight.

Speaking of aight…Do you think you can give me your friend’s number? 👁👁 The one with the red beanie.

Cause sir, not to be nsfw or anything but he is one fine ass man that I’d like to fuck

Almost immediately, the three bubbles appeared. You were surprised that Minho would reply that fast, thinking we was still on the road with Hyunjin. The reply you got, however, made your heart drop.

Min’s hoe: uh...hi? 👋🏻

this is minho’s “fine ass friend with the red beanie” 👁👁

Shitshitshitshit SHIT

[NEXT CHAPTER]

A/n: Sorry no smut in this chapter just plot build up :(( (which i’m a sucker for) and a lot of dialogue. But Trust me. Everything written in this chapter will fall into place with the future chapters. And who know, next chapter might be 🥵

[youranxiousnerd]

Second Chances Thoughts

bc what

spoilers below

i have...thoughts

ah no chaotic intro, f in the chat

it’s still a nice intro, tho

IM SORRY ARE THEY NOT SHOWING THE TRANSFORMATION?!?!

WHAT

THIS IS A HATE CRIME /j

i used the thingy

no bows either?!?!

this is called high school musical: the musical: the series not high school musical: the backstage drama: the series

wow they got changed fast

“Passable!” 

I’ll be the judge of that oh wait i cant bc they didnt show us

YES QUEEN ASHLYN GETTING THE LOVE SHE DESERVES

ashlyn is such a queen

the perfect belle, stunning

“A couple letters, actually” it’s a sign (literally)

flower touch

AWWW REDLYN

STOP THEY’RE ADORABLE

they love each other so much

east high kids be snooping

not me thinking about carlos’ hand on seb’s back we were robbed im taking what i can get

“You were the perfect Belle tonight. I was really proud”

“Evil genius”

they’re so happy

AWWW A REDLYN KISS WHOOP WHOOP

kourt and howie are so awkward 

“drumroll?”

howie and seb would get along

weird little playoff, maybe he is lying?

they’re cute, tho

sad that they didn’t really get any build-up

“happy now?” “yes”

“If it’s with you, always” MY HEART

just like a fanfic

kourtney just invited north highs beast to east highs cast party

OH MY GOD MAZZARA IS ACTUALLY GETTING A STORY ABOUT HIM

i was not expecting that okay

ej and mazzara are the best

gina is so happy too bad it wont last

gina is an actress 

gahhhh portwell drama

oh god rini let the drama begin

that was very calm, did someone possess nini and ricky?

i really like them as best friends. i was a hardcore rini shipper last season but with all their constant conflict i realized how much fun they are as friends

“we are literally on the same page” 

“just for a moment” I LOST MY SHIT

miss jenn no

oooo seblos please be good

Seb calling Miss. Jenn out on her bullshit since idk when

“That’s a hard never mind now” okay wow

Miss. Jenn is Carlos’ godmother 

This is theatre, not football

CRYING GINA

gini

GINA SUPPORT DAY IS A THING PEOPLE!!!!!

oh wow a plot line actually being addressed

season 1 callback im not ready

gina and nini people!!! 

very sweet scene

ahha jamie callback we all knew it

i would really like to see miss jenns batb audition notes

“I’m in a great place, mentally” if you were you wouldn’t be saying that

OMFG IS SHE NOT GOING TO APOLOGIZE!?!?!

like that was a big deal, a big effing deal and then nothing?

you told a kid to jump off something high and you can’t even say “sorry”?!?!

back to the miss jenn love triangle

“I think I’m happy, or gettin’ there”

ricky you don’t have to be there yet it’s okay

that line hit

SEASON 1 OUTFITS

CORE 4 SONG

killer harmonies

sofia giving us that alto rep!!

portwell duet! audition outfits

very good, very very good. this song kinda screams autotune but it still sounds very good. 

last song of the season NOOO but very fitting

Is it just me or does “Second Chance” look like a music video they show in Justice (the teen store) in 2014?

cast bonding yay!

PAUSE THE ONLY SEBLOS MOMENT WE GOT THIS EPISODE WAS A WRIST HOLD?!?!!

DISNEY WTF

LIKE EVERY COUPLE GOT THEIR MOMENT AND ALL THEY GET IS A WRIST HOLD

BFBLBFIWGFSDMBF

shit why does my favorite ship have to be the gay one on a disney show?

east high booing the lily and french boi has me on the floor

“Big Red, you were also in it” BEST LINE OF THE FINALE OMFG

i missed antoine 

sorry carlos has glitter on his face

seb’s smile and wave at north high why am i laughing?

off topic but i have unintentionally started doing the seb wave (you know the one) (with the fingers) in real life.

also gay chair sit

e.j is also doing the gay chair sit 

lily what

you have had like one conversation

ew

she says she likes his face but not his personality? 

im calling bullcrap

pause didn’t lily steal the harness? are we just going to forget about that

probably, the writers did forgot to develop seblos

Let Ricky be single challenge

ANTOINE MY LOVE

REDLYN I LOVE YOU

SHUSH EJ’S SPEECH TIME TO SOB

ummmm

so this season has been for nothing?

all the shit they went through (the self-doubt, relationship problems, the injuries, the death threats) is for nothing?!?

since when does Miss. Jenn not care anymore about the Menkies?!?!

I actually get the kids side of this, but not Miss. Jenn’s. 

I was surprised they took this route with the Menkies, didn’t even cross my mind 

“It was five”

Big Red x medicine 

bet your ass ashlyn would have gotten a nomination best actress

“We got a pizza oven” THE EAST HIGH KIDS ARE COMMITTING ARSON

is mazzara staying for miss jenn? they could do long distance but it doesnt have the best rep in this show

gini

ashlyn is the captain of the portwell ship and nini is her right hand man (or whatever second best is called in sailing)

NINI MAKIN THE DEALS

RICKY WHY ARE YOU CALLING HER

WHYYYYYY

“Will you be my first kiss” smiles

OH MY GOD

WAIT NOTHING

WHAT

OMFG THEY CUT IT LMAO

“this summer is about to get hot” SUMMER SEASON 3?!?!

ANTOINE

OMFG HE BETTER COME BACK

I LOVE ABF

WAIT THATS IT

FWBEGLEWG

THATS IT

hey they ended with andrew barth feldman what more can you ask for?

Thats...it?

Oh wait some cast stuff...brb ima cry. The ending has some very series finale energy...I’m scared. Natalie wouldn’t have done the “buckle up wildcats” if there wasn’t a season 3, right? But the bloopers at the end...

The cast ending was great. “You are the Music in Me” was so heartfelt and I’m a sucker for bloopers.

Wait so no Lily home? It was probably a cut scene. 

If we got Lily home, can we get an album with the cast singing all the BATB songs? 

I have so many mixed feelings about this episode. Here is the thing, if you love the core 4 then this was your episode. If you’re like me and prefer the side leads then this was probably a little disappointing since we barely saw them. This episode felt rushed and a little messy, but there were some great moments. Season 2′s writing has felt a little weird. This season lacked the chaotic theater kid energy season 1 had. It was one of the reasons I fell in love with the show. If/when we get a season 3 I really hope the writers find that energy again.

Let’s all give a round of applause for the cast and crew who filmed majority of the season during a global pandemic. That could not have been easy. They gave us a pretty good season under crazy conditions. They definitely had to change some things to fit the current climate. Overall, hats off the the cast and crew because you guys killed it. 

I’m really going to miss this show, hopefully it gets renewed. It has become a comfort show these past several weeks. My sanity says “no, don’t go” but my sleep schedule says “leave.”

To second chances!!

[headoverheelsforramsey]

Hello, hello! This week, we are going on a little:

Home Tour!

Notes: Answer the following with pictures (dialogue from your characters is optional!). Collages are highly encouraged if you want to answer a question with multiple pictures because tumblr mobile only allows 10 total pics. Otherwise, tumblr on a desktop lets you add multiple pictures (non-beta)!

For both:

What does the outside of the home look like? (Front/back yard, garden, pool, etc)

Living room and home office (if any)?

Kitchen and dining room?

Bedrooms? (Master, guest, others)

Other rooms?

Do you own your dream home? If not, what does that dream home look like?

What is your favorite room to spend time in with each other?

Super super late to this, because of my stupid exam but now we are here so let's go! 💃🏽🏠

A/N : I am placing this two years and seven months after the wedding, because I HC Ethan and Meera staying at Ethan's apartment for two years after the wedding and they only start house hunting when they have the baby talk and start trying for a baby. So technically not newlyweds anymore. Now let's get started! ✨

Meera opens the door and greets Bree.

Meera : Hii Bree, welcome to our humble abode.

Bree (chuckles) : This place is anything but humble. I hope I am not causing much trouble.

Meera : Absolutely not. Who else is going to make me feel like a youtuber?

Both laugh, Ethan joins and greets Bree.

Bree : Congratulations on the good news Dr. Ramsey. How far are y'all?

Ethan : Thank you Bree. It's been 3 months already.

Meera (cradling her small bump) : Yup one trimester down two more to go.

Ethan (kissing her forehead) : And then there will be a mini version of you running around these halls.

Meera : Nope it's gonna be a mini you.

The couple shares a look as if challenging each other.

Meera : Fine, Bree, whose team are you on? Do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?

Bree : I am happy with either because at the end I'll be interviewing him or her too.

The three of them share a laugh.

Bree : Let's get started, shall we?

Ethan : Sure.

What does the outside of the home look like? (Front/back yard, garden, pool, etc)

Front :

Meera : We were looking for something modern yet chic, something that is totally us. I fell in love with the design whereas Ethan was in total awe of the open space and glass doors. Needless to say our heart was stuck on this no matter how many more houses we visited.

Backyard :

Ethan : The backyard also doubles up as the garden but it's not quite completed yet.

Meera : Yes it's been two months since we moved, and we haven't been able to work on the garden because of work and the pregnancy. Ethan : But we want to build a garden with a tree house and maybe some swings.

Meera (too excited) : Ohh swings! Yes please add it onto the list. Why didn't I think of it before?

Pool :

Meera : Definitely my favorite part!

Ethan : She is a water baby through and through so that's no surprise.

Meera : Don't act like you don't appreciate me in a swimsuit, Ramsey (winks)

Ethan : There is no denying that.

Living room and home office (if any)?

Living room :

Ethan : Meera was hell bent on having an L-shaped couch.

Meera : Those things are so bougie I had to have one because now I can finally afford one. But yeah the living room is so relaxing with a beautiful view of the outside.

Home office :

Meera : Honestly speaking, I do not understand the utility of a home office, I didn't understand back at his apartment neither do I understand now. If I am supposed to work from home I can do that on the couch or on my bed or even better on the daybeds by the pool.

Ethan (shaking his head) : You'll get it darling. When you start your maternity leave I'll see how you make zoom calls with the pool as your background.

Meera shrugs.

Kitchen and dining room?

Meera : This part was all Ethan so I'll let him do the talking.

Ethan (proudly) : A Poggenpohl kitchen with a granite-topped island adds an ultramodern touch. Glass shelves display colorful glassware convenient to the wet bar. A translucent sliding glass door below the shelves hides the more utilitarian gadgets. And finally playful mod pendant lights seem to levitate over the dining table, which is meant to resemble a river running through the woods.

Meera : You sure you didn't miss your true calling as an interior designer babe?

Ethan (smirks) : Nope, just the fact that I tend to excel at everything I do, Rookie.

Meera : And that makes you 10 times hotter!

Bedrooms? (Master, guest, others)

Master bedroom :

Meera : The bedroom has a different color scheme and tone from the rest of the house because I wanted it to stand out and break the monotone.

Ethan : Again the chandelier was Meera's opinion.

Meera : Finding common ground between his minimalistic taste and mine was difficult but we made it through.

Master Bathroom :

Ethan : Meera I don't think it was necessary to bring Bree in here.

Meera : It was absolutely necessary! Just look at this tub Bree! The bubbles and champagne dates we have here are a total hit.

Guest rooms :

Ethan : We have two guest rooms and both are styled the same way, but unfortunately we haven't had any guests yet. 

Meera : Is it unfortunate Dr. Ramsey? Bryce is just a call away from crashing here. 

Ethan (pinching the bridge of his nose) : Anyone but Lahela.

Meera : We haven't thought about the baby's room yet. But we have the nursery now. 

Ethan : Yes, maybe we'll turn the nursery into a bedroom or one of the guest rooms in a few years. Let's see.

Nursery : 

Meera : This was completed just yesterday hence the delay in the interview, Bree. 

Ethan : We decided to keep the gender of the baby a surprise so we went with a gender neutral nursery that matches the colour scheme of the house. 

Meera : Also because Ethan Ramsey would rather die than paint the walls of his house pink and blue. 

Ethan (rolls eyes) 

Other rooms?

Home library :

Meera (takes in the smell of books) : Better known as my safe haven. 

Ethan : This was absolutely non-negotiable for Meera. 

Meera : We both own a lot of books and the collection keeps on increasing now with the baby incoming. And look at this reading space. It's from my dreams. 

Ethan : This is tucked away in a far corner of the house and is the most serene place around here. Once, I returned home from the hospital and called out to Meera a hundred times, she didn't answer, I started panicking and then found her silently sitting here in her own world. 

Meera : If I ever go missing please check here before running to the police, because once I am in here I forget the existence of the world.

Bree picks up "Peppa pig's super noisy Sound Book" which was kept on a thick medical journal with a smile. 

Ethan feels embarrassed but Meera laughs. 

Meera : Yes these are the new ones in our collection. Ethan was reading it to the baby before you arrived. 

Home Bar : 

Ethan : The wine cellar grew into a home mini bar because we had this unused space left. 

Meera : He loves showing this and his collection off. 

Ethan : Excuse me! If I remember correctly your friends were very impressed as well. 

Meera : True that. Bryce went bat shit crazy during the housewarming party. He said he felt he got back his bartending days.

Ethan (proudly) : And Jackie's exact words for that evening's toast was "to hell with Donahue's" 

Meera : Yeah yeah, you did a great job honey. Also the more surfaces the better for us. 

Ethan : Keep it PG for the love of God. 

Meera (shrugs) : Pregnancy hormones. 

Bree (points) : And that? 

Ethan (facepalms) : The only thing that doesn't match with the vibe here.

Meera : Nonsense! It was a housewarming gift from my friends and I absolutely love it. Ethan just feels it is a cheaper and juvenile version of his favourite game, soccer. But don't worry Bree, I'll get him to play someday. 

Ethan (smirk) : I would very much like to see you try Dr. Ramsey-Bose.

Meera : And I'll see how you say no when your son asks. 

Ethan : It's gonna be a daughter. 

Meera : We'll see. 

Do you own your dream home? If not, what does that dream home look like?

Ethan : For the majority of my life home for me was a structure of bricks and cement with a ceiling but Meera was the one who brought all the love and light and showed me what a real home felt like. So for me, my home is where my heart is and for this lifetime it's kept safe with this gorgeous woman whom I fortunately call my wife. 

Silence lasts for a couple of minutes then Meera snorts. 

Meera (drying her eye) : Damn you pregnancy hormones, I am not even wearing waterproof mascara. It was super cheesy Ethan, a non pregnant me would have definitely called you out on your cheese but this pregnant Meera has to agree with you. Even a stable is my dream home if I have my dream husband with me. (she kisses Ethan) but I wouldn't mind a Jacuzzi, a home theatre, a game room (laughing)

Ethan (an easy smile on his face) : Always knew you were in it because of the money Bose. 

What is your favorite room to spend time in with each other?

Meera : The library. Just him reading to our unborn child like he isn't already the most perfect man in the world. 

Ethan (a very satisfied smile on his face) : First I am very surprised that you kept it PG. So the obvious answer is the bedroom but other than that, the patio, which is not a room though.

Ethan : Meera has a slight deficiency in vitamin D so to avoid complications, we spend a lot of time here in the sun. We play board games, read and even discuss work here sometimes.  

Meera : Ooh yes! This was another great investment and a great way to utilise the humongous outdoor space we have.  

Ethan : I hope you had fun Bree. Thank you so much for doing this. 

A quick shoutout to @a-crepusculo and @jamespotterthefirst who came to my rescue when  I couldn't add more than 10 pics. Also thank you Bree for doing this you are a star and an angel. 💜

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[corvus--rex]

Semi-abandoned soulmate au. I actually started this one before The Sound of Color, although this is vastly different from that one. This particular au also doesn't have the requirement that soulmates are always romantic (ie Pidge and their soulmate). It jumps around a little, and those sections are marked with dividers. Soulmate strangers-to-lovers. . .

~*~*~*~

Soulmarks. Everyone had one. An indelible mark that bound two people together. Age 13 was when it would start. The mark “waking up” as some called it, and reaching out for its companion mark. Most soulmates were within a few years of each other, so the lingering tingle of a mark searching for its mate usually didn’t last long.

Lance was lucky that way. His mark sprang to life on his thirteenth birthday and quieted three months later. There was no way to know who or where his soulmate was at that point, but he knew they were three months younger than him. He had been getting ready for school that day when the constant tingle in his mark faded.

He’d always liked the quarter note-shaped mark on the inside of his left wrist. What confused him were the numbers that circled it. No two marks were the same, and Lance knew that his soulmate would have something different. But those numbers confused him. 1030211933. Trying to figure it out was a favorite pastime throughout middle and high school, but he never could get there. He hadn’t met his soulmate yet, but he hoped that it would make sense when he did.

Once two marks found each other, the secondary connection opened. The marks on the soul allowed for marks on the body. Words, doodles, full-blown artwork. Drawing or writing on skin would appear on a connected soulmate. Once Lance’s mark had connected, the first thing he did was ask his soulmate about the numbers. They didn’t know either. But he did find out that his soulmate’s mark sat on their right hip, it was a feather, and they didn’t have those numbers but they did have a series of roman numerals along the feather’s shaft that read:

X X X X X X I X I X X X X I I I

They continued to talk for years, learning about each other. They had decided not to share identifying information like names or location, but Lance knew that his soulmate had a twin and that their parents had adopted their cousin when their cousin’s parents died in an accident. They didn’t know anything about the accident because they’d been too young at the time and no one had explained it since. Lance told them that he had three siblings, that he was a twin, too, and that his older sister connected with her soulmate the same day he had.

He lay in his bed in the dorm he shared with his best friend Hunk, rereading the last message his soulmate had sent him about how college sucked and how they already had an in-class performance a month into the semester. He’d responded with a note about how trying to balance classes with rehearsals as the lead in his school’s fall musical was kicking his ass. Lance already knew that his soulmate was studying music at a college close to where they grew up. And they knew that he was majoring in theatre at a college a three-hour drive from home.

Hunk trudged into their dorm room and threw himself onto his bed. “Remind me again why I decided this was a good idea?” he groaned.

“Which part?” Lance asked in return.

“The part where I decided to be a pastry chef and subject myself to the hell that is the one professor I can’t get away from?”

“Because you love baking and always have and one asshole can’t make you hate doing what you love.”

“I swear she just likes to terrorize us. There’s that guy I told you about – Sal, the one I had a class with freshman year and he transferred to general culinary and now he’s back – she hates him. And I don’t know why. But then, she hates me, too. Pretty sure it’s that bun. It’s so tight she doesn’t need a face lift. But I’m also convinced that Chef Dayak is just evil.”

“Hey, at least you have Shay there with you. Not everyone gets to have their soulmate in class with them all day,” Lance pointed out.

“How’s it with yours?” Hunk asked.

“We’re working our way up to talking about meeting. I know I wanted to wait until after graduation, but I’m getting impatient, y’know? It’s been eight years and I don’t want to wait anymore. But I get that they do. So…yeah. Anyway,” he said, shaking himself out of that particular spiral, “You going to the Halloween party this year?”

“Dude! It’s a month away!”

Lance sat up, turning to his best friend, one eyebrow arched. “Seriously? You say this like there’s such a thing as too early. And no, it’s only three weeks. We need to start now.”

Hunk groaned again, this time in only partial exasperation, and sat up. “Fine. The fuck are you planning this year?”

Lance just laughed. Hunk threw a pillow at him, collapsing in his own fit of giggling when a startled Lance took the pillow directly to the face. Lance’s alarm sounded, loud and annoying. He groaned, throwing Hunk’s pillow back, and fumbled for his phone to turn the blaring sound off.

“Fuck me. I have to get to rehearsal.”

In an apartment just off campus, Keith stopped playing and pulled the pencil out of his hair, making yet another correction to his scribbled sheet music. He started over, again, ignoring the key in the door and his roommate coming back in. He ignored their slight form dropping their overpacked backpack on the floor and throwing themselves onto the other end of the couch with their laptop and notebook. Keith was too focused on his music to pay much attention to Pidge.

Except that Pidge wanted his attention right then. “Hey. Asshole,” they said, throwing a ball of notebook paper at him.

“Yes, hellspawn?” he asked casually, setting his guitar on its stand by the couch, “What the fuck do you want?”

“I’m on the committee for the party. You’re coming,” they said while typing away on their laptop.

“No. I’m not. I don’t go to parties, and you know it. Why the fuck are you so determined for me to go?”

Pidge looked up, fixing him with their stare. “Because I said so. And because Matt’s going to be there. His girlfriend’s going too. You actually like Neve. So you’re going.”

“Including you, that’s three people I’d be willing to talk to. Why should I bother?” he stopped, a dreaded thought sparking as to why they were so hellbent on his going to the party. “It’s because it’s a week after my birthday, isn’t it?”

“What? You mean that thing you ignore every year except for the proliferation of doodles from your soulmate? Why would that have anything to do with it?”

“I'm still not going,” Keith insisted.

“We’ll see about that,” Pidge answered cryptically. They went back to their laptop, typing furiously. They stayed that way, ignoring Keith’s death glare until he gave up and went back to his music.

Eventually, Keith decided that the music portion of his brain was fried and gave up for the night. Pidge was buried in their laptop, writing a paper for their robotics class at top speed. Ignoring them for the moment, Keith opened his own laptop, going back to the English assignment he still hadn’t finished. It was due by the next class, which was two days away, but he’d been putting it off for longer than that. He typed lazily at it for a while before a horrible thought hit him and he realized that his previous assessment had been wrong. He glared up at Pidge over his screen.

“She’s going, isn’t she?” he asked.

“Who?” Pidge asked back, pretending they didn’t know what he meant.

“You know who.”

“If you’re referring to your sister, then yes, she is.”

Keith sighed. “Just because she knows who her soulmate is now, that doesn’t mean that you’re right. Mine could be literally anyone.”

Pidge closed their laptop. “And you’re in denial. I can not believe that your twin sister happens to have a soulmate who has a younger brother who is also a twin and his soulmate has a twin. The odds of that happening are so small as to be inconceivable! Not to mention the part where Acxa’s soulmate and her brother both connected with theirs on the same day.”

“Ok, I’ll give you that it’s weird. But you don’t know anything about Acxa’s soulmate’s siblings, and neither does she. And not everyone’s met theirs yet. You haven’t! All you know is their handle on Steam!”

“So? I also know that Beezer’s on the other side of the country. I know that we won’t get to meet in person until after graduation. All I'm saying is that this is a little too weird to be a coincidence.”

“And I’m not going to let you harass my sister’s soulmate about her siblings on the day they’re meeting face to face for the first time. Leave it alone, Pidge.”

“Fine,” they said, going back to their paper.

Keith knew full well that Pidge would not leave it alone, but there was only so much he could do to stop them.

A few days later, Lance dragged his twin sister, Hunk, and Shay to the nearest Halloween pop-up costume store. None of them had found anything they liked, and Lance was getting bored. Shay had wandered off to the decoration part of the store, and Hunk was making sure the twins didn’t get into trouble. But Hunk had gotten briefly distracted and lost them.

“Jules no.” Ah, there was Lance.

“Jules yes.” And his sister.

“Are you two still arguing?” Hunk asked as he approached the twins.

“Hunk,” Lance said, putting his hands on Hunk’s shoulders, “She wants us to be the Wonder Twins again. I absolutely refuse. We did that once when we were like nine.” He felt something hit his back and whipped around to find his sister holding a Wonder Twins costume. “Ana Julieta Alameda-McClain, get that fucking thing away from me.”

“Oh, fine. You’re no fun,” Jules pouted. She put it back, then turned around, spotting something else. “Ooh! Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch?”

“What the fuck – no! I’m never going Halloween shopping with you again. You’re on your own,” Lance said, wandering off and taking Hunk with him.

Hunk was laughing. “Why do you keep letting her do this, dude?”

“I don’t know. Anyway, I say we go over to The Costume Company. I think I’m done with mass-produced crap.”

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll go find Shay and meet up with you two at the car,” Hunk agreed, heading in the direction he’d last seen Shay.

Lance reluctantly went back to his sister. “We’re going to The Costume Company,” he said without getting her attention.

“Hm? Ok,” Jules answered, not paying attention to her twin.

“Bye, then.” He started to leave without her, getting halfway down the aisle of the Halloween pop-up before she realized what he’d said.

“Lance! Get back here, you ass!” she yelled after him.

He ignored her as payback for her insistence on twin costumes and kept going. She chased him all the way to his car, where Hunk and Shay were already waiting. Lance finally lost his composure, cracking up when he reached his waiting friends.

“Leandro. Alejandro. Alameda. McClain. I am going to kill you,” Jules growled while out of breath from chasing him.

“No you won’t,” he said, “Mamá would kill you in return.”

Shay saw her opportunity and took it. “Shotgun!” she announced, hopping into the passenger seat.

“Shay, I love you,” Hunk said, getting in behind Lance, effectively separating the twins.

~*~*~*~*~*~

“Acxa, just promise me you won’t give in to Pidge. They’re being totally insufferable with this,” Keith said. He lay on his bed, earbuds connected to the call he was on with his twin.

“You know me better than that. Gremlin won’t get shit out of me. And she’s not getting anywhere near V at the party."

~*~*~*~

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[everybodyscupoftea]

to grandmother’s house we go

sigma chi jj x reader

you bring jj to your family’s christmas

ope. two days late again 

(warnings: a little bit of cursing, minor editing)

The first Christmas JJ came home with you, you felt like you should warn him. The two of you had been together for just over two years, and he was used to your immediate family, but your extended family was a different story.

“Okay,” you started when he crossed over the state line into your home state, “I feel like I should say that we aren’t going to be at my house much.”

“What?” he asked, glancing over at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Yeah, um, my family normally goes to stay out of town with my Grandma. We do one half of the family on Christmas Eve and the other half on Christmas Day.”

JJ raised his eyebrows, “Your family knows I’m coming right? Like your extended family?”

“Yeah, definitely! My mom told them.”

“And they were okay with it?” he asked, sounding cautious.

“They’re eager to meet you,” you reassured him, “I think they’re just happy to see me finally dating someone.”

He snorted, “Yikes.”

“Yeah, well, my family lives to pressure my sister and I into marriage.”

“Wait,” he looked a little panicked, “they’re not expecting us to be engaged, right?”

“No, but they might bring it up. Just ignore it.”

“I-” he cut himself off, “okay, if you say so.”

You were just glad the conversation had gone as well as it did.

-

“Three hours?” JJ hissed at you when your dad took both of your duffle bags out of the car and stuck them in your parents’ trunk.

“It’s a long drive,” you offered innocently, “but at least you don’t have to drive.”

“Nope, just get to sit in the backseat.”

“J, at least you get a window seat, I’m sitting in the middle.”

He rolled his eyes, “Yeah and you’re going to fall asleep on me no more than 45 minutes in.”

“Slander,” you protested.

Your sister walked out in time to hear him and she laughed, “He’s right.”

“You can’t talk,” you argued, “you’re worse than me.”

“Twins,” she singsonged in a high pitched voice, and you rolled your eyes.

“Brought headphones for this ride thank god.”

“I can be louder than headphones,” she spoke confidently.

JJ let you climb in first before reaching across you to give your sister a fist bump, and you sighed, “I hate that you two know each other. Y’all are the worst together.”

He squeezed your thigh, “You love us.”

“Unfortunately,” you muttered.

-

You did fall asleep, but much to your satisfaction, so did JJ. Your sister woke you up first when you pulled into your grandma’s driveway, elbowing you straight in the ribs. Jolting, you woke up JJ immediately, and his head flew up from where it was resting on top of yours, looking around wildly.

“Christ,” you muttered, glaring at your sister, “that was rude as hell.”

“I got a cute picture of you two.”

You paused, “Okay, send it to me.”

JJ blinked adorably, trying to get a grasp on his surroundings, and mumbled, “Did we make it?”

“Yeah, bud,” you told him, grabbing his hand.

He smiled softly, maybe even a little thankfully, and took a deep breath, “Okay, let’s do this.” 

“If it makes you feel better,” your sister leaned around you to talk to him, “you aren’t meeting the problematic side of our family until tomorrow.” 

JJ paused for a second to process, then nodded, “That does actually, thank you.” 

Before you could say anything else, JJ climbed out of the car, seemingly more awake, to help your dad carry in the bags and presents for his side of the family. Your dad nodded at him, a satisfied little smile on his face, “Thanks, son.” 

“You’re welcome, sir.” 

Together they carried them through the porch to where your grandma was waiting with the door open. Your sister muttered, “Kiss up,” under her breath, and you snorted. 

“He’s trying to make a good impression on grandma and pawpaw, we both know that they’re super laid back and judge more based on conversational ability, but he doesn’t.” 

She widened her eyes at you, “You didn’t tell him?” 

“I didn’t tell him we were staying here until like five hours ago.” 

“Oh my god,” she muttered, “you’re actually a disaster.” 

-

Your grandma cooked dinner, traditional Christmas dinner with the turkey and ham, macaroni and cheese, dressing, sweet potato casserole, and green beans. JJ was staring at it in confusion, arms stiffly by his side even though you knew he’d normally have an arm around your shoulder.

Leaning into his side a little, you told him, “We eat steak on the actual holiday here, that’s why it’s traditional early. You don’t have to look so scared, bud. I promise they’re super chill.” 

“What does everyone want to drink?” your grandma asked before JJ could react.

“Water,” you answered, and JJ nodded, signalling the same. 

“Guests first,” your pawpaw urged, and JJ hesitantly grabbed one of the plates in the stack to start filling it up. He was careful to not spill anything, and his grip on the plate was like steel. You reached over to pat his hand in some sort of effort to soothe him, and he relaxed the slightest bit.

Until he finished and walked over to the table where there were five spots for 10 people. You almost ran into his back, “J, what’s wrong.” 

“Where do I sit,” he hissed, clearly anxious about it.

“Find a place with a glass of water and sit there. It’s not like assigned,” you answered, secretly hoping you could steer him toward the seat you normally sat in.

You did, and he sat down, not starting to eat right off the bat until he saw you dig in. It was slow, as if he was trying to wait for everyone to sit down, but you elbowed him until he picked up the pace.

“I’m trying to be polite,” he whispered.

“Trust me, you wanna hit the dessert before my dad.” 

JJ snorted, finally relaxing a bit. Your grandma, cousin and his girlfriend, and sister sat down next and immediately started asking JJ questions about his major, his frat, his favorite hobbies, and what he wanted to do in the future.

That he’d gone through before, with your immediate family, and he had the answers on deck. He spoke confidently, and you could tell your grandma was impressed. It helped him relax, and by the time everyone moved to the living room to watch a Christmas movie before bed, he sat on the couch next to you and was even comfortable enough to put an arm around your shoulder.

When he left to get ready for bed in the one bathroom, your pawpaw finally spoke up, “He’s a good kid.” 

“He’s the best,” you agreed.

“We got him a gift,” your aunt added, “so that he has something to open on Christmas Day.” 

You teared up, knowing it would mean the world to him. JJ didn’t talk about his childhood much, especially holidays. You knew he had no interest in going home to his dad, and from what you did know, there was never much of a Christmas celebration involving gifts.

“Thank you guys so much,” you finally managed.

-

Immediately JJ went straight back into discomfort mode as soon as your family walked into your aunt’s house. Everyone was already there, and the small house felt stuffed.

You leaned close, “Party vibes, huh? Should be pretty familiar.”

He snorted, “Not even close.”

“This is the problematic side,” your sister reminded him, “they’ll definitely get in your business and you’re going to hear a ton of small town gossip.”

“ The gossip is pretty interesting,” you admitted, “but the yearly questioning isn’t the best.”

“How often do you see your family?” JJ asked.

“Christmas. And sometimes a trip during the summer.”

He hummed, and followed you and your sister deeper into the house. Your sister took over, introducing him to whoever you ran into on the way. You could hear your mom in the kitchen catching up with her sister, and your dad took his normal spot on the couch with your uncle and cousins.

JJ shook hands with your favorite cousin, who immediately started asking him questions.

“How’d you two meet?”

Glancing over at you, JJ cleared his throat, “We were in the same orientation group and became friends through that.”

He hummed, looking at the two of you skeptically before turning back to JJ, “Major?”

“Marine biology.”

“You fish?”

JJ nodded eagerly, finally in his element, “Definitely.”

“Saltwater or fresh?”

“Either, but back home mostly salt.”

Your cousin looked impressed, “Where are you from?”

“Outer Banks of North Carolina.”

“Sometime when it warms back up, you’ll have to come visit again and we’ll go fishing.”

“Looking forward to it.”

JJ relaxed, stretching back into the couch a bit while the conversation picked back up around him. Your cousins’ kids were in another room napping, and you leaned over to him, “We’re getting the gossip early while the kids sleep. Board games after lunch.”

And as you explained, your grandmother dove into the rumors she’d heard about the new pastor in town. She leaned forward and you knew it was going to be a particularly interesting take.

“And then we saw the preacher’s wife smoking a cigarette outside the movie theatre.”

Your sister dramatically gasped, “How dare she?”

You snorted, but your grandmother, used to ignoring both of you, kept on talking until she finally came back around and landed on your sister.

“Your sister has a boyfriend, when will you be bringing one for us to meet?” she asked.

“Well, whenever I can get a boy to like me, I guess.”

She looked at JJ, “Are you planning on marrying my granddaughter.”

He froze, staring at your grandmother with wide eyes, “We haven’t really, uh, talked about marriage.”

“Mhmm, yet here you are, at family Christmas.”

“Okay, grandmother,” you cut in, “he’s family, and you know family doesn’t have to be by blood or marriage. It can be friendship.”

“You love her?” your grandmother ignored you to ask.

JJ reached over and took your hand, meeting your grandmother’s eyes, “Of course.”

She nodded and backed off, seemingly satisfied with his answer. Turning back to your sister, she added, “I expect a boy to be at Christmas with you soon, young lady.”

“What if it’s a girl?” your sister asked, clearly trying to egg her on.

“I’ll take either at this point.”

Clapping your hand over your mouth, you held in a loud laugh at your sister’s indignant face, and your dad didn’t even try. JJ squeezed your hand and you looked over to see his eyes squinted, biting his lip, to hold in his laughs. 

“Just wait until I never get married,” your sister crossed her arms with a huff.

-

“I’m going to murder you,” your uncle glared at you, “you better stop looking at my sheet.”

You scoffed, “Don’t put it in my eyesight then. Hold it up.”

“Just don’t cheat!” he exclaimed.

“Not cheating, just using my resources.”

And when he didn’t respond, you started crossing out the weapons on the sheet your uncle had just accidentally let you see. Your sister cleared her throat, “Well since he threatened her, Colonel Mustard is the killer and I’d like to make an accusation.”

“We started five minutes ago,” your cousin told her, “hush.”

She lunged forward and almost elbowed JJ’s empty gumbo bowl off the table. 

“Hey,” your dad yelled, “relax.”

“No. I simply will not relax until you let me accuse.”

“Dude, you haven’t even had a turn yet,” you rolled your eyes

“I’ve been looking at mom’s card,” she admitted.

Your mom gasped, scooting away from her, “Cheater!”

“How’s it feel to raise two cheaters,” your uncle taunted your mom.

“Only at board games,” you added, looking over at JJ.

He smiled at you, clearly amused at everything unfolding. The game went on for 30 minutes before JJ eventually won it. Your sister glared at him, “Should’ve left you at Grandma’s.”

Reaching over to ruffle her hair, he teased, “Sore loser.”

“I’m keeping your gift.”

“You won’t.”

“I will. Better show some respect.”

“Respect is earned.”

Her jaw dropped and your mom snorted, “Give up now.”

Your sister, always needing the last word, “Watch out, new kid, you’re the replaceable one here.”

JJ leaned forward, elbows on the table to look into her narrowed eyes, “Until I propose.”

Cheeks heating, you stared at him in shock, and he moved back, a satisfied smile on his face.

“Damn,” your dad coughed, “got her again.”

“Okay, any present marked JJ comes to me now,” she announced, “now that we’re family.”

Before anyone else could answer, one of the kids walked in holding a box, and your cousin stood, “Time for presents.”

JJ had a few, one from your parents, two from your grandmother, and a couple your cousins chipped in on. His eyes widened when he actually had a small pile, mostly gift cards, but he was still excited.

And at the end of the night, the five of you walked out to the car to drive back to your grandma’s house. Your dad looked at JJ over his shoulder, “You made it through. How’re you doing?”

“Pretty good.”

“Well, you got yourself a standing invitation.”

JJ’s smile was small but pleased as he stared at the window. You reached down to grab his hand and he squeezed in response. Right as you got to your grandma’s house, it hit midnight, and you leaned over to kiss his cheek, “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

~

day 10 of @obxmermaid​‘s holiday challenge: visiting relatives

[sweetandsavageautistic]

I literally NEVER have had any sort of normal dream. I either don’t remember them or they end up being something crazy and convoluted.

Like last night, my dream started off with me getting on a bus for something and then apparently I was taking a summer Biology course ON THE BUS WHILE IT WAS DRIVING and then somehow I was down to tiny size and in a garden with other people and the flowers were huge and people were harvesting crops and then I kinda went back and forth between those two bits.

Then we arrived at the classroom and the teacher gave us film noir-based middle names (I think mine was something like Beurgtree? I remember it started with a B) and then I found myself in my high school and it turned out that the summer classes were only on Monday through Wednesday and on Thursday, everyone just had a big party. 

And on that day, it was the party and my college friends and I went down these stairs to find this random bakery thing and I accidentally knocked over one of those carts that wheel food to you. And then we got in line and I think there was a song number or something and then we got these sweet pastries, which apparently all had wheat in them (I’m Gluten intolerant) and apparently the Handler from The Umbrella Academy owned this bakery and she made us put these weird plastic devices in our mouths and she said it would filter out the wheat or something. 

So then I think I tried to run away and then I ran into this OC I’d created. Here’s some background on her; she’s a woman named Emethelia, but I just call her Emmy, born from the egg of a golden bird and she has a British accent. Emmy is the headmistress of a cult full of OTHERS born from the egg of a golden bird and that was their goddess and I’m apparently the goddess’ reincarnation. And here’s the kicker; my singing keeps them sane. They are immortal, but in exchange, they bear a ton of pain and suffering and only the goddess’/goddess reincarnate’s singing can ease them of said pain. And if I don’t sing to them, they gradually turn into giant feral bird creatures who will basically start armageddon and destroy the entire world.

And she also looks and sounds like Esme Squalor in the first part of “The Ersatz Elevator” on Netflix’s A Series of Unfortunate Events.

Yes, the white pinstripe suit included.

Okay, now that you know about her, let’s go on.

I ran into her and she somehow knew that the Handler was after me or something and she told me that she would come get me for her little area for the party so that I wouldn’t be scared, but I knew I’d have to sing in front of other people and I get nervous singing in front of other people; the irony of this is that I am a theatre major. I plan to be an actor.

So then for some stupid reason, my friends and I decided to sneak backstage at her little showroom, we got caught, and there was a musical number as we tried to get away from Emmy and her cult of, what I called, Robed Fucks.

[saintlavrents]

Truthfully [h.o]

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Warning(s): Fluff?

Prompt: “I can repress feelings all day.”

Summary: in which he asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend

Words: 1,632

A/N: im back with yet another haz fic. ive been in such a haz mood lately aka since the end of last year. also im sorry that this is kinda bad bc ive been having writers block since january so yea lol and this is my entry to @londonspidey​‘s writing challenge. congrats on the 3k!

You were bouncing your leg on the passenger seat as Harrison parked the car in front of the venue. To say that you were nervous was definitely an understatement. You kept on asking yourself how on earth did you get yourself into this predicament. Well, you know exactly how. You just didn’t understand why you had agreed to this.

“I need a favor.” You had opened your door to a seemingly disheveled Harrison, who just walked in as soon as you opened the door.

“Good morning to you too.” You muttered sarcastically as you closed the door behind him.

It was around eight in the morning and you had stayed up last night to study for a quiz you were going to have on your afternoon class. And you weren’t in the best mood due to the sleep deprivation.

Harrison stopped in his tracks for a second before sighing and turning towards you. “I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend.”

Your eyes widen in disbelief. “I’m sorry. What?”

“Well, uh, I kind of told my mum that I was seeing someone and that I’m going to bring that someone to Janice’s wedding.”

“Your cousin, Janice?”

“Yes.”

You sighed as you run your fingers through your hair, “Why, though?”

“Because she keeps trying to set me up with one of her friends’ daughter.”

“And you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend to get her off your back?”

“Yes.” He uttered, seemingly defeated. “You’ve got to help me. I don’t know who else to ask.”

You and Harrison first met in freshmen year in your English class and almost immediately hit it off and that lead to him introducing you to his group of friends, which you soon became a part of as well. Ever since then, you were pretty much best friends with all of them but you and Harrison were probably closest to one another amongst the six of you. The two of you even ended up going to the same University, but for different majors -Theatre for Harrison and Literature for you- and the two of you also live in a flat next to one another.

Being best friends with Harrison was probably the best thing that’s ever happened to you. But the thing is, sometime around sophomore year, you realized that you had feelings for him. You never told anyone, mostly because you don’t have any plans on telling him about your feelings ever. You had such a great friendship with him and you didn’t want to jeopardize it.

But eventually, Harry found out, sometime after he had enrolled in the same University as you and Harrison.

You were helping Harry move in to his flat, since you’ve got two of your classes cancelled today. It was only the two of you as Harrison said that he would come over to help after class. After about an hour of helping Harry unpack his stuff, Harry’s door swung open and Harrison barged in and gave you a hug. You were taken aback, blushing and your heart was pounding a thousand beats per minute.

“What are you doing?”

“Thanking you for helping me with the audition.” He said, letting go of you. You had helped him run his lines as well as film his audition for a major part in a film student’s final project a few days ago. “I got the part.”

“That’s great news!”

“I know!”

Harrison stayed and helped Harry with unpacking for about an hour before leaving again for his next class. After Harrison had left, Harry turned to you.

“You have feelings for him!”

“What? No, I don’t!”

“Yes, you do. If you don’t, you wouldn’t have been so defensive about it.”

You groaned in defeat, “Alright, fine. Happy now?”

“You should probably tell him.”

“And possibly ruin my friendship with him? No, thanks.”

“With you being this obvious, you should just tell him.”

“Again, no thanks.” You paused for a bit, quite embarrassed that you got caught. “I can repress feelings all day.” You added.

Since that day, you tried your best to not make it too obvious that you are practically in love with Harrison. You tried to ignore the loud beating of your heart every time he’s near and/or is looking at you with those blue eyes of his. You even had to put up a tough and sarcastic act whenever he’s around, mostly to pretend that whatever he did and/or say doesn’t really affect you, when whatever he did and/or say drives you crazy.

No matter whatever he said or did, never did you ever expect that he would ask you to pretend to be his girlfriend.

“But, like, your mom knows me.”

“Yeah and she likes you.”

“Wouldn’t she know that we’re not actually dating?”

“We’ll just have to act and be convincing.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll buy you lunch till the end of the term.”

You thought about it for a second before agreeing, “Okay.”

“Thank you!”

“When’s the wedding?”

“Saturday.”

And that was pretty much how you got yourself in this situation. You, in heels, dress, full face makeup, holding hands with the guy you’ve had feelings for since high school, walking into the venue of his cousin’s wedding.

“Your hands are sweating.” He whispered.

You stopped to retract your hands from his to wipe it off on your dress, “Sorry. I’m nervous ‘cause this is just weird. Pretending to be your girlfriend and all.”

He took your hand again and gave you a reassuring smile before walking into the ballroom, where the party was.

“Harrison!” You heard his mother call for him and the two of you turned around.

“Mum, hi.”

You gave a small smile, “Hi, Phil.”

“You guys came here together? I thought Harrison was bringing someone he’s seeing.” Phil teased.

You tensed up a bit and before you could say anything, Harrison chipped in, “Y/N and I are together, mum.”

Hearing him say that made you feel… weird. It made you feel butterflies, obviously, but it hurts because you wanted it to be true.

Phil looked taken aback, clearly surprised by her son’s declaration, but then quickly broke into a huge grin, “Oh my god! Harrison! You didn’t tell me that the one you’re seeing is Y/N!”

Thankfully, things got less awkward as the night went on and you had to admit that it was kind of fun playing along with it. Pretty much all you did for the rest of the night was stand by Harrison’s side, smile and respond whenever his family would talk to you.

At some point, you felt your ankles starting to hurt from standing too long on your heels, so Harrison suggested you take a break and sit down at the table for a while and so you did. You reached your hand down to your ankles in an attempt to massage and soothe the aching on them. You couldn’t help but look up once and a while and look at him. Sure, it got pretty fun, but it kind of hurt because you wanted it to be real.

He, eventually, caught you staring and mouthed an ‘Are you okay?’, which you responded with a nod and a small smile. You were once again looking down at your ankles and you felt someone pull the chair to your right.

“You know, I never thought he’d had the balls to ask you out.” Charlotte laughed.

You looked at her with a confused expression but before you could respond to that, she spoke again, “He’s always so scared that you didn’t like him that way. But mum and I always knew you like him back.”

Before she could say anything else, you heard Phil call to her for a family photo. What Charlotte said definitely confused you. What was that about?

“Hey.” Harrison snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, hey.”

“Are you feeling any better?”

“Yeah, definitely.” You gave him a tight-lipped smile.

“Okay, that’s good. ‘Cause they’re going to start dancing any minute now.” And as if on cue, a slow tune played through the ballroom speaker.

He offered his hand to you and you took it, walking with him towards where everyone else were dancing, blending into the crowd. The two of you sway to the tune silently, before you decided to break the silence.

“You know, Charlotte said something interesting earlier.”

“What?”

“She said she never thought you’d had the balls to ask me out.”

Harrison tensed, “Oh. Did she say anything else?”

“She also said that you’re scared I don’t like you back.”

“Oh.” He looked down for a bit before looking at you.

“Oh? So, is it true?”

“I… Uh… Well… Here it goes.” He sighed before continuing, “I really like you, Y/N. And I know you don’t like me that way and that’s completely fine, I just hope that we can stay friends with y-” You cut him off by planting a short kiss on his lips.

You pulled away to see him looking very surprised. He was definitely not expecting that.

“I really like you too, Haz.” You smiled at him.

He smiled back at you before kissing you. And all you could think of was how crazy everything was. Never have you ever thought you’d be kissing him for real.

“Wait. She also said that your mum and her always knew that I liked you.”

“Uh… About that… Truthfully, she never tried setting me up with anybody. I just needed a reason to, well, ask you out.” He said, looking at you with that damn blue eyes, making your knees go weak.

And that was probably the moment where you both realized that it was love.

“You're still buying me lunch till the end of term, right?”