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jaminjims · 4 years

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bts 8th member {imagine}

a/n: ok so this was the child of my 1-5am mind that was running off of chips ahoy cookies and diet root beer, and honestly?? kinda proud of myself lmao. i felt like i was kinda lacking with my boys au update this week and i wanted to feed you guys with more content so, here you go! (also sorry if it’s a little rushed, i just started writing and didn’t stop) i lob ya’ll

pairing: bts x reader (it’s sorta implied as a m!reader bc bts is a boy group and i refer to you as he maybe twice throughout, but it can be read as any gender! although i do make you refer to the older boys as hyung. you can also read it as ot7 but you don’t have to, there are fluffy moments between everyone)

genre: pretty angsty but also pretty fluffy

warnings: panic attack, loneliness, anxiety medication, brief mention of insomnia, extreme dieting, sleep medication

words: 4.2k

~**~

you trained in bighit for two years before you were put into a group and you could easily say that those years were probably the hardest of your life

in the beginning, you were ecstatic to be accepted because being an idol was your dream, even if it was a small company. you had lost count how many times you dreamed about debuting and just making people (who you couldn’t wait to call your fans) happy

over time, you wouldn't say you lost your drive to continue, but your bright outlook on the future dimmed and the pressure of everything had begun to build up and it had gotten really hard

you had to train everyday: singing lessons, dancing lessons, exercising. and on top of that? you also had to study for school and continue to get good grades

after all, that was your parents only rule if you wanted to become an idol

your parents were also happy for you, but if they also became worried. because being away from home and the pressure of school and training without the fact they could look after you, it worried them to no end

they called you everyday and asked how you were doing, and you would tell them the truth about how you missed them so much that it almost hurt and if you were eating a lot (if your training even aloud it) and that you were staying hydrated and healthy

and sometimes, you were worried about yourself too

there have been multiple times that you thought you were going to break, how you thought you couldn’t continue to live like this because you weren't aloud to eat much and the classes and school work and just everything began to pile up

but this was your dream, and no one said it was going to be easy

that's the thought that kept you believing in the future, kept you believing in yourself. all of your hard work was going to pay off and you knew it was going to be worth it

right?

the times when you sang so much your throat went raw, the times when you danced so much to the point of exhaustion, and then collapsed but didn’t eat enough afterward. those were the hardest

your parents came close to pulling you out of training more times than you could keep track of

but you persisted. you had already made it this far, what's the point of dropping out now?

the first year of training was exhausting, but you were so proud of yourself because this was the hardest task you had ever done and you were getting through it!

the second year though, was probably worse than the first. that was the year when you really started to miss your family, and with trainee's constantly coming in and out of the dorms, you really had no one to connect with

there were nights where you would cry yourself to sleep because of everything

it didn't help when your trainers put you in remedial classes, because you were pretty good at dancing, but not so much at singing

the extra classes got in the way of your school work, and more often than not, you found yourself missing at least two classes a week because of them

but it was ok, you told yourself. if you had made it this far and gave up, then what would the last year of training be?

but there are only so many times you could tell yourself that before the words started to lose their meaning and you had come so close to dropping out because a person could only have so many anxiety attacks and meltdowns before they just broke completely

but it was like something looked down on you and suddenly: the moment was there. you were put into a group and immediately cried on the spot then and there, even when the others in the dorms could see

you had called your parents right after and were so happy, you couldn’t even get the words out and they could only half understand you

you knew it was going to be worth it and even though you almost aloud yourself to give up, you would be willing to do it all again

that's when you vowed to yourself: you were never going to give this up for anything

and even though you didn’t get the grades your parents really expected of you, it was ok

you were here, you made it

meeting the rest of the bts members for the first time was something that you would always remember, and even though you would come to laugh at the first meeting with them in the future, it was hella embarrassing

“hello, my name is y/n. please treat me kindly and i look forward to working with you.”

well, at least that's what you tried to say

instead it came out more like this: “hello. y/n. nice working kindly with you, please treat me forwardly.”

yeah, you die every time you think about it. the look on their faces as you flush in embarrassment would become the faces of your paralysis demons for months afterward because god could you seriously be any more socially awkward?

the answer to that question was: of course you could!

even though you weren't the shyest (that would probably go to the youngest, jungkook) you were probably the one to mess up the most and then think about it in the most inopportune of times

like for example, it was one of your first dance practices together and you were thinking so hard about not messing up anything, you ran into the door on the way out of the practice room after it was over

yeah, this time most of the members couldn’t hold back their laughs, and even though you knew it wasn't to make fun of you, you still flushed the color of crimson because christ what the hell is wrong with your brain function?

your face was probably two shades redder permanently because of the amount of embarrassing moments you had still have

that was probably the reason you become closer to jungkook first because (excluding the fact that the both of you were close in age, you only one year older) you were both the shyest

also, videogames who? ya’ll know her very well

most of you and jungkook’s bonding moments came from your mutual love of videogames and the relationship was THRIVING

“hey wanna play minecraft?” “kook it's two am.” “well then why are you still awake?” “to see how long it would take you to ask me to play minecraft. i already have the server open.” you both would then probably get blown up by creepers and you would yell before one of the others came scolded you both for staying up way to late and making noise

and once you bonded with jungkook, it was only natural that the rest of you bonded too (sharing a room does that to people)

when you were practicing the i need u choreo, for some reason your timing was off and you knew that but you just didn’t know where it went wrong and that one mistake was driving you crazy

dancing was the thing you were supposed to be good at and that fact that you kept messing up weighed hard on you and made you lose confidence

but it was hoseok who had found you hours after practice had ended, laying down with your arms across your face because you were just so frustrated with yourself that you felt like crying and at this point hoseok had known you long enough that you weren’t the type to ask for help even if you needed it

“y/n, you ok?”

“hyung, i-” you choked up and you got even angrier at yourself because are you really crying over this?

hoseok rushed to your side and helped you sit up, but you didn't take your hands off your face

he instead took your hands in his gently and swayed them back and forth, “yah~ it’s going to be alright.” he gave you a the hobi smile and you couldn’t help but lighten up

he pulled you up and together the both of you practiced until jin forced you to come home and sleep because “they had already missed dinner, god damnit.”

you nailed the choreo almost every time after that

or when you were recording vocals for spring day and you kept messing up and your voice kept cracking and the other guys had already gone to their lunch break while you were still sitting in the studio, practicing your lines

the other seven sat in the practice room eating and got worried that you were going to miss lunch altogether so they nominated jimin to go collect you because they knew that you weren't confident in your voice even though they told you almost everyday that it was amazing

jimin walked in on you singing your part in the song and smiled at how smooth your voice sounded but then frowned when you suddenly stopped and cursed because “why can’t i sing? what the hell y/n.”

you had yet to see jimin enter the recording studio but you defineitly felt when he wrapped his hands around your torso in a comforting gesture

you relaxed in his hold and sighed out as he whispered in your ear, “your voice is perfect and it fits you y/n-ah. it’s going to be ok.”

you teared up and turned around in his hold and properly hugged him. “i love you hyung.”

and you really did, you loved all of them

and you pride yourself on being the one that helps every one and makes sure they are doing alright, mentally and physically

you would get scolded by your hyung's and occasionally by the maknae that you should look after yourself better and that it wasn’t your job to always look after everyone, even more so if you are younger

like when you stay up late to wait up for yoongi to comeback from his studio even into the early mornings, and when he doesn’t you bring food and go to him instead because “i’m here for you hyung. and it's been awhile since I've seen you.” “it’s been four hours, y/n” “yeah, four hours to long.”

but he would eat the food you bring him anyway because he secretly likes your visits and wouldn’t trade them for anything

he always asks you if you’re ok though, “you getting enough sleep?” “why are you up so late?”

you always answer honestly, “i’ve been staying up really late to get things done when i was a trainee, so i’m used to it. it kinda just happens now.”

he frowns but can’t really fault you because he does the same thing sometimes. but still, he doesn’t stan sleep depraviety

or when namjoon gets stressed before interviews (it doesn't happen as much recently but it did when they were younger) especially ones where he had to speak english

you would always give him massages and reassure him that everything will be fine and that he was the best leader he could've asked for

the way joon smiles with his dimples gets you melting every time and you can’t stop yourself from poking him and calling him cute just to tease him, even though he’s older

he always gets this blush on his face and swats at your hands, but he never does lose his smile

you try your best to learn english because you want to take some of his stress away and help him in any way you can

and it’s because you all try to help and build up each other in any way you can, is why you all work so well and just flow together

like how you and tae just casually switch clothes sometimes because “y/n has the best fasion sense in bts” and you because you just like the way he smells (which, for the love of god, you will never admit to him, or anybody, outloud)

“hey y/n have you seen my purple hoodie?” then he would walk out of his room to see you covered in his hoodie eating ramen and smiles “never mind, i’ll just wear your white one” and then it’ll be your turn to smile

or when you assist jin in the kitchen because you actually really love cooking too and you two end up goofing off

“hyung the pasta is gonna burn!” “aish, then stop distracting me with your childish antics!” “oh did you hear something? must be the wind.” and both of your laughter would echo out, making the other members smile and sometimes laugh along with you

you’re also a regular on eatjin and army just love seeing the interactions between you two

but as much as you all get along, there are still many fights that happen because no relationship is perfect

it gets really stressful when you see members fight with each other because you have never been the one for conflict and would choose to avoid it when you could. you would always apologize first because you had a weak heart and hated when anyone was mad or upset at you

but sometimes the stress and pressure get to much and there are moments where they can't help but blow up at each other

“damn it! why can’t you get this move right!” someone would say, after doing the dance for the fourth time

“i’m learning it just like you are! calm down!”

it would sometimes stop there and the two occupants would apologize and they would continue to work, helping each other when needed. other times it would escalate and you would sit and watch because what could you do?

it would usually be one of the older ones to calm everyone down but practice would be cut short and there would be this tension in the air that felt suffocating and it comes to a point where you or someone else would end up speaking up and force the two to talk but they would become stronger and more understanding after the fight, because that's who they were and how they worked

but those were only small fights and you have only initiated them enough times to count on one hand, but the big fights are the ones who leave you feeling drained and powerless because you were never one show big acts of emotion so when you did you felt tired afterward

a big fight that you were apart of that really impacted your relationship with he wrest of the members happened all the way back in 2017

you were more jumpy the past few months and the members knew you didn't get barely any sleep

they also knew that you had been under fire from the media and haters because of a false rumor, and haters had been constantly pointing out your flaws and every little thing they could find wrong with you

you had also lost a lot of weight and that's what really hurt them, they felt like they were slowly losing you and they had tried to bring it up with you a thousand times before, but you would just brush them off and tell that you were ok when they could clearly see that you weren’t

it was when you fainted during a costume change in a concert that they drew the line

you had woken up later back in the dorm with about a million messages on your phone from news sites and family (and of course the other members to check on you to see if you were awake yet)

“y/n suddenly disappears from concert” “does y/n really care about army?”

those where only a few titles that he saw on articles and it only added fuel to the fire for the false rumors and hate

you had sat on your bed that you presumed the medics dropped you off at and based on the time, it had been about an hour and a half and the concert should be wrapping up soon

and you cried.

the rumors, the hate, the other members treating you like you would break any moment. you were letting people down and oh my god, you actually were breaking and couldn't stop it

it was already hard thinking about letting the fans down because they were your everything and you would go to any length to make them happy

but also letting your members down? your parents?

that was excruciating

because you had found seven other boys that you had grown so close to that you could count on but what were you if they couldn’t count on you?

when they came back after the concert all worn out and tired, their first thought was still about you and if you were ok

the maknae line almost broke down in tears at the sight of your sleeping form and how it was very much apparent that you had cried. so much that your eyes were red and puffy and you had a deep frown on your face even in sleep

the hyung’s left to talk when the maknae’s got into your bed with you nd held you because they were legitimately scared that they wouldn’t see you again when you collapsed (jimin on your left, jungkook on your right, and taehyung after jimin)

hobi was the first to speak when they closed your bedroom door. “we need to force him to do something.”

namjoon sighed, “that might make it worse, hyung.”

“well the medic said, just by looking at y/n, that he was malnourished and sleep deprived! i-i don’t know what to do!” his voice cracked and he went to sit on the couch, seokjin sitting down next to him to try to provide any comfort he could

there was a silence that followed the group after the outburst and finally yoongi whispered out. “i’m so scared.”

it was tired and broken and they all felt the same way he did

jin and hoseok fell asleep on the couch together while namjoon and yoongi retired to their own bedrooms, to tired from the events of the day

everyone had woken up before you did and the somber mood from yesterday still permeated the air

it was the most you slept in two months.

when you woke up, you probably felt worse than before

your face was swollen, your head was pounding, you were starving, and just all around miserable

the members somewhat knew what you were going through. they knew that you felt like you had let the fans down and they were very conscious of the hate you were getting right now

when you walked into the kitchen at eleven (all activities halted for the day. another thing that was your fault.) the rest of the boys were sitting around the table, talking about the best way to help you

you had simply walked in and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, trying to avoid the others because you knew the conversation that was coming and you weren’t looking forward to it

jin saw you first and got up from his chair and gently held your wrist to prevent you from leaving

“come here, you need to eat y/n-ah.” he said softly. he then pulled you over to the table, and you let him

everyone went quiet and you just simply put your head down on the table because what could you say? that you were fine? because it was very obvious you weren’t

when jin came back with a plate of food, he gently massaged your neck until you sat up and taehyung sitting on your other side held your hand

jin feed you himself when you made no move to and they were happy to see you eat more than you usually did, but not enough to fully sustain you

when he saw you wouldn’t eat anymore, jin sighed and pushed the food away. he went back to massaging your neck as you put your head back down on the table

namjoon spoke up from across you, “how are you feeling?” he spoke softly

“mm head hurts.” your voice was raspy and even softer

“we need to talk to you.” yoongi then said and this was the moment you were dreading the most

they tried to get you to talk about how you were feeling mentally and tried to be there for you but when namjoon brought up doctors and medication is when you broke

you even surprised yourself when you started yelling (this was probably the first time you really did at them)

“i’m already messed up enough as it is! i don’t need more flaws that will just bring everyone down! is that what you really think? that i’m that messed up?”

they tried so hard to keep calm but you were slowly driving yourself insane and what you were saying was also just so hurtful that they couldn’t help but get heated back

jimin was quick to catch you when you started swaying on your feet because your head was still pounding and it was getting hard to breathe and you couldn’t focus on anything, the others voices blurring together around you

you had to lean back against him and you heard him say something but you couldn’t make out what it was because you couldn’t breathe and your lungs were heaving because you needed air

the voices around you became softer and there were hands trying to sooth you but nothing was working

it wasn’t until there was a soft whisper that you heard in your ear from someone that told you to “breathe for me y/n. please breathe for me baby.”

you then took a big breath and then another and another and the others began to breathe again too once they realized your panic attack was over

you couldn't help the sobs that escaped you and it was just so heart broken and scared that others teared up with you

hoseok hugged you from the front as jimin was still supporting you from the back and you clung to him. “i’m so scared” and “i’m sorry” were the only two phrases you could seem to get out at the moment

“it’s not your fault. it never will be your fault.” and they would feel guilty because they knew you just needed help and they couldn’t fault you for getting upset because the media could be so harsh

it got even worse when you would later admit that you just didn’t want to bring them down because of course you would think like that. them before you, always

so they stayed by your side every waking second and became even more clingy if possible because dammit, it was ok to let yourself be takin care for once and a while and this time they were going to make you take care of yourself before you took care of them

when you were diagnosed with anxiety and sleep medication, they were with you every step of the way and made sure that you were taking them properly because they knew you still were against the idea of taking medication. it had the chance of getting out, and the media didn’t look kindly upon idols who had to resort to such

jungkook would be the one, more often than not, to make sure you take them, and on bad nights the only thing that would get you to comply is when he would say “if you take them it will help me sleep better.”

and it always worked because he knew you would do anything to make sure they were happy

the road to recovery was hard and there were of course ups and downs but at the end of the day, you had them and you couldn't imagine what your life would be like if you didn’t

the fights, the laughter, the crying, you would go through it all again if it meant you would get to stay with them

life as an idol wasn’t easy, but with them, it was just that much easier and you couldn’t ask for a better family

yeah, they were your family

and when you stood up on that stage, tearing up to see all yours fans chanting your names, you knew this was worth it

because you had made it, you built yourselves from the ground up and had loyal fans that would do almost anything for you and that support was worth more than anything

so no longer was your dream to just become an idol and have fans. no, it was so much bigger than that

you evolved and your dream along with you

you truly loved your fans and more than that, the family and community you had helped create along with the rest of these amazing boys that you were proud to call your everything

so standing up on that stage, you cried tears of joy because in this moment, there was no place you would rather be

and afterward you all would cuddle, because who wouldn’t love that, right?

[end]

end note: this was seriously too long and i enjoyed writing this wayyy to much. like i seriously made myself cry?? the part with the panic attack?? i swear i almost ugly sobbed omfg. also, would anyone be interested in seeing other parts to this? like i would absolutely love to take requests for this and make it a mini series if ya’ll are interested in something like that. i just love you guys to much lmao

also sorry if there was any mistakes, apparently i like writing at ass o'clock in the morning where my one braincell can barely function so there are probably many of them, but i was just so excited to get this out and so i didn’t read over it jsfjkgb

~**~ masterlist

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broadstbroskis · 4 years

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I’m desperate for childhood best friends to lovers with Kevin Hayes right now. If you’re feeling up for it.

i live for childhood friends to lovers. please anyone, if you’re ever soft for childhood friends to lovers, feel free to hit me up

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The earliest memories of your life are foggy, but they have two things in common: the chill of an ice hockey rink and Kevin Hayes.

Early on, it was your mothers dragging the two of you along to your older brother’s practices and games. You were youngest children forever doomed to tag along to your older siblings’ sports and activities, no matter how old you got.

Once you got old enough, they signed the two of you up for the skate class that would occur twice a week in the second rink behind where Jimmy and Colin had practice, which still left two days a week for you and Kevin to cause chaos when you weren’t skating yourselves.

And you and Kevin caused chaos. You were both charming kids, chatty and personable, running to each other the second you arrived and then managing to find trouble the second one of your mom’s looked away. The two of you could frequently be found giggling under the bleachers, doing a very poor job of pretending to look innocent anytime something went wrong, or trying to make games out of anything possible (that usually ended up getting shut down due to “being too dangerous”). It took all of both your moms’ energy to keep Kevin from trying to run out onto the ice and join in on practice.

In hindsight, it’s no surprise that Kevin became what he was. He was always on the ice, always playing with a stick, always trying to get you to play hockey with him. “Come on.” He’d whine, when you refused to play for the third day in a row. “It’s a great hockey day.”

“It’s too cold.” You’d whine back.

“Well we can come in and have hot chocolate after.” You’d grumble, but give in, purposely making him work for most of the pucks you’d pass him.

And though your paths began to differ, as you both went on to different high schools, there was never a moment in time that either of you doubted you wouldn’t be there for the other. Kev was there when your high school boyfriend cheated on you the week before prom, jumping in to be the best date you could have imagined. You were right there along with his family, the night he was drafted, celebrating just as much his parents and siblings.

This was just…how you were. It was how you and Kev always were. Nothing seemed weird about it until you both started at Boston College, where suddenly the two of you were getting weird looks.

It’s at Kevin’s third home game of the season that your newest best friend and favorite roommate finally brings it up. You’ve been to every game so far, in a very large Hayes BC Eagles hockey jersey, cheering loudly, but this is the first game you’ve managed to convince her to join you for. You should have been more suspicious when she agreed so easily.

“You don’t have to like, hide this.” Steph says gently, almost too gently; you can barely hear what she’s saying over the roar of the crowd around you.

You frown at her, confused. “I have literally never hidden that I love hockey? I literally grew up on it.”

“No.” She groans frustratedly. “You and Kevin. We all love Kev!”

You give her a look. “Yeah, me too?” She lets out another noise. “Ok, could you stop being so cryptic if you’re going to get all annoyed?”

“You don’t have to hide that you and Kev are together!” She explains impatiently and as your jaw drops, she continues, but much more kindly. “Like, I get it. He’s going to be this NHL star. You wanted to make sure everyone liked you for you. But really, I’m certain I speak for pretty much everyone we know except Julia and who cares about her anyway: we all love you.”

“Um, thank you.” You tell her, after the minute you need to recover. “I love you too. But Kev and I aren’t together.”

Steph’s jaw drops. “You aren’t?”

You shake your head. “Nope.”

“You never?’

“Nope.”

“But-

“We’ve been best friends since before I can remember.” You explain. “This is just how we are.”

The look on her face says she doesn’t believe you but she does back off the issue. And though she never actually brings the topic back up again, you see that look on her face a few times.

Each time BC wins the Beanpot tournament.

The year they win the Frozen Four and you all travel down to Tampa to watch.

At graduation, when you’re doing your best not to sob throughout the entire day about having to leave your friends and Kevin keeps you tucked into his side for more than half the ceremony.

When he tells you that he’s planning on signing an actual professional contract with the New York Rangers.

“You’re doing what?” You repeat blankly to him, as he stands at the door of your and Steph’s apartment, boxes everywhere as the two of you attempt to separate your things to move out.

Kevin’s still grinning. “You heard me.”

“I think I did!”

“Take a walk with me?” He requests, looking over your shoulder.

You hesitate, not wanting to leave Steph on her own to do the work, but that hesitation is enough time for her to shout. “Yes! She will!”

Kev beams and you slip into the converse by the door, waving to her as you do, ignoring that look on her face. Outside, it’s a nice summer day, not overly humid, so when Kev slips his hand into yours as you walk out of your building, you don’t hesitate in lacing your fingers with his. “New York?” You repeat to him. “For real?” He nods. “Is that because it’s the closest you could get to Boston without actually being in town?” You tease. “Can’t be too far from those Pats.”

“It’s what was closest to you.” Kevin says, without any hint of teasing in his tone, so you stop walking immediately, yanking him backwards to look at you.

“Fuck off, be serious.” You tell him.

“I am!” He stares down at you. “I wanted to go somewhere I would play. I wanted to be close to my family. I wanted to be close to you.”

“Kevin.” You say, slightly hysterical.

He’s full on smiling, ignoring the hysteria, because he knows you better than you know yourself, but you know him the same, so you already know the next words out of his mouth. “I want you to come to New York with me.”

“Kevin!” You repeat.

“Don’t act like you’re not going to say yes.” He pleads. “Don’t act like everything we’ve been and everything we are hasn’t been leading to this.” His hand reaches for your cheek, thumb brushing across your cheekbone gently. “Tell me I’m wrong, YN. Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll stop. We’ll go back to the way things were.”

You can’t. “You’re not wrong.” It’s a whisper, because you can’t speak any louder than that and next thing you know, Kevin’s lips are crashing against yours.

#anonymous #sarah answers asks #kevin hayes imagine #hockey imagines #nhl imagines #my hockey fics

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 4 years

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Study Sessions

Calum’s always wanted to go back to school and it’s the first midterm that makes him realize just how long it’s been since he’s been in a class. Thankfully, Noa’s nice, albeit a little too organized, and more than happy to help.

Who asked for a 21 page long fic about Calum, Valentine’s Day, smut, and poetry? Bc I got one hot off the presses.

There is 18+ content in this fic. Please, no one under the age of 18 interacting or reading. Thank you!

You can support me on ko-fi. I’m saving up for graduate school.

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Noa really wants to kick herself. She always left her pencil pouch in the front zipper of her backpack. Everything had a system; everything had a place with Noa. The placement of the full-length mirror in the corner of the dorm room, the cleaning supplies, the rotation of who cleaned what, making sure her books were always in the same spot, and always, always putting the pencil pouch in the front zipper of her backpack was important to Noa. She was sure it drove her roommate up the wall in their dorm room. But Brooklyn, Noa’s roommate, could be just as anal retentive about the trash and boxes from their addictive online shopping, and keeping the room free other people past 11 pm. Their crazies matched. So things worked out well.

Maybe Noa was panicking a little too much about a pencil pouch. That didn’t really matter though. Her system was out of whack and she would have to backtrack to the science building on the other side of campus before making a loop and going to the library after class. Her printer refused to print properly and while it was annoying having to go to the library at the end of the day to type up and print out her notes to study later, it made catching group dinner with her friends easier on Thursday’s because she didn’t leave the west side of campus to go to her dorm. This did, however, mean that when Noa was going to get a lot more steps in today. Not bad, but not ideal.

This also means that she’s going to have to use a laptop. She hated using her laptop because it meant she’d have to rewrite her notes so there were no gaps in her notebook. Noa could see that it was a very contrived system--at the end of the day, all she needed were the notes. That’s it. But it mattered to the deep recesses of her mind. It had to flow from handwritten notes to her laptop, no matter how she had to backtrack

“Here, I have an extra.”

Noa blinks at the hushed voice. A black pen slides in next to her open notebook. The hand is tan and tattooed. She knows those initials anywhere. Calum. She smiles and looks up to him, even if the shadows cover his face thanks to the bucket hat. It’s a staple she’s noticed over the course of the semester. “Thanks. Promise I won’t steal it,” Noa grins.

Calum exhales his laughter. “I’d be a little upset but they are really good pens to write with. So I’d understand.”

“I’m a woman of my word, though. So you won’t have to chase me down.” Noa dates the top right corner of her blank page and then pulls out her book. She hates the book. She wasn’t able to get a copy to rent and had to kick out 50 bucks for the anthology for class, one she never really use again either.

Calum gives a hum in response, his own pen twirling around his fingers. The professor, a man in his late sixties at the youngest, with thinning white hair and thick circular glasses walks in through the doors. There’s still five minutes before class starts and the chatter amongst students quiets just a little but doesn’t stop. Calum looks to her notebook, the way she’s written the poet’s name at the top of the page, her handwriting is tight together with a lot of width for each letter. It’s pretty with a little mess to it.

He’s noticed that she normally uses purple ink for her notes and part of him feels bad for not having a purple pen for her. “Sorry it’s not a purple pen,” Calum states turning to face her.

How the hell did Calum notice that? Sure she had a color for every class she took each semester. But surely no one else would’ve noticed that. It had only been three weeks of the semester. No one could’ve known that besides her group of friends and her roommate. “No, no, it’s okay. I forgot my pencil pouch in my last class so you really saved me from having to use my laptop.”

“Don’t like it?”

Noa shakes her head, feeling some of her Senegalese twists falling from the bun she put it up into on her walk across campus. Though this part of campus was walkable the heat of summer was dry and it took no prisoners some days. “I remember everything better if I write it down in my own words instead of just typing everything down the professor says. It’s like I’m not learning anything.”

He gives another nod. Though Calum studied for his high school diploma on some late nights, on tour buses, hell even in the studio, he liked sitting in class. He liked processing things and attempting to get the right words together to understand the core of things. He liked the sense of normalcy. It was nice to be learning not just from a textbook but from everyone else in the room. Sure this is just a poetry class, and sure he hadn’t really known what to expect with a title like “Modern Poetry from 1920” but he was straddled in and was surely going to see until the very end.

Before Calum can respond, the professor clears their throat. He fishes his book out of his bag too and flips to the poems that he read the night before. “Hope everyone’s having a great day,” the professor starts. Even from the fifth row of the tiny room, Calum notices the shakes in the older man’s hands. The room is full of three to four gray rectangular tables pushed together to create rows. They sit two at each table comfortably. Each row sits about forty students comfortably.

“A quick reminder, your first midterm is next week. All the poets we’ve discussed including today’s poet is going to be material that I will pull questions from. I’ll be providing the excerpts if a question calls for it. I’m saving about ten minutes at the end of class for us to discuss it more in-depth.”

With a quick dab to the corners of his mouth, he finds a volunteer to read the first poem up for discussion. Once the first reading is concluded, the professor looks around for another person to read. Noa lifts her gaze and she locks eyes with the professor. A fucking rookie mistake. Something she knew better of in her eighteen years of being in school. But here she is making it. They smile at her and point at her. “Miss Noa, right? Why don’t you read for us?”

With a nervous habit of biting her pens, Noa puts Calum’s pen down and picks at her nails underneath the table. She nods and lets her eyes drift down to the page. “When over the flowery, sharp pasture’s/ edge, unseen, the salt ocean/lifts its form.” Her voice is a little shaky and though William Carlos Williams's poem is short, she becomes more confident by the end.

Calum watches her reading more than he listens. In the three weeks classes have started, she’s never read. Neither has he. But it’s already a little awkward to walk around campus, being in a classroom isn’t too bad but it’s a confined space. He knows people are looking. He knows that they know who he is. He does what he can do just blend in and even hide. He likes listening to her reading. Her insights in class have always kind of blown Calum away too, now that he thinks about it.

As discussion opens up, Calum finds himself taking fewer notes than usual and waiting for Noa to speak again. She doesn’t say much about the first poem but the second about the death of a cat she cuts in to make reference to Robert Frost’s poem. “I know there’s a literal connection of fire and ice in each poem but there’s death in both pieces too. Frost and Williams’ are on opposite ends of the same spectrum in a way. Williams is talking about fleas that couldn’t escape death and Frost mentions that nature is powerful that if it doesn’t take you with the sweeping fire then it will swallow you up with water. Williams's titled his piece, ‘Complete Destruction,’ and he details the destruction of a pet, of maybe even memories. While Frost is more metaphorical with some religious undertones too about the destruction of society and earth.”

Calum grins a little, watching the way she shrugs at the end of her thought. As much as if she weren’t so sure of herself. When she glances over to him, he nods at her, writing down a condensed version of her thought. The class goes on and the professor ends early like they stated. There are a few questions about the style of the midterm but not too many about the content. So the professor pulls up a small canvas bag. “Before you leave, feel free to grab a piece of candy. I know it’s Valentine’s Day and you guys may or may not still have classes after this. So I hope it helps your day just a little. I have chocolate and non-chocolate options.”

He upturns the bag gently, shaking the wrapped candies onto the table next to the podium. Laptops are shut, people get up to venture to the candy. Noa slides the black pen across the gray table to Calum. “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

Without much thinking, in the shuffle of packing up belongings, Noa lets what she intends to be just a thought fall over her lips. “I haven’t had a Valentine’s in so long, candy from a professor feels special,” she jokes.

Calum laughs a little, pocketing the pens and stands. “What’s your poison?”

Noa looks up at him, the cut of his jaw and the soft smile on his lips, puffing out his cheeks. “I’m a dark chocolate fan. But anything chocolate is fine.”

He nods and shuffles, backpack thrown up over one shoulder. Calum gets to the table and picks up what he estimates to be the two biggest Hershey's kisses on the table. He picks up one for himself too. Noa finally gets her backpack zipped and she slides out from between the tables. Calum drops the kisses into her hands when she pauses at the door to the classroom. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Her heart shouldn’t flutter like it does when Calum smiles at her. She pulls the twists down and slips the silk tie around her wrist. “I’m sure you’ve got someone to get too. But thanks, though.”

Calum pushes open the door to the English building and holds it open for her. “See that’s where you might be a little wrong on your analysis.”

Noa scuffs, attempting to bite back the smile. The kiss doesn’t last long before she’s biting into the candy. She shakes her head. The joke is cheesy but she’ll be damned if she doesn’t like it. “I won’t be won over by academic pickup lines.”

They pause at the end of the pathway that leads up to the building. Students are carrying on around them, to and fro they scuttle across the asphalt and brick. “Do you have another class after this?” Calum asks.

“No, it’s my last one of the day.”

“Since we’re both lonely on Valentine’s Day, do you mind if we study together? For the midterm? It would really seal our fates.”

Noa nods. Who is she to say no to Calum Hood? She could say no of course and it’s as the breeze kicks up another heavy and slightly stale pocket of hot air that she’s reminded of her misplaced pencil pouch. “Shit, I have to go to the science building. I left my pencil pouch there. I have no clue if there’s another class in there and like I need that.”

“I-I can walk with you. If you’d like. I don’t get to see much of the campus.” Calum keeps his schedule to Monday, Wednesday, Friday. He’s here from about eleven to four most days and then he heads back home. Hanging around campus would only serve to get Calum caught but he knows it might be awkward to offer his place to study.

“Are you sure? It’s kind of far and I’m not a slow walker.”

Readjusting his hold on his strap, Calum nods. “Lead the way.”

Noa ties her hair back. “Less scenic route to get there. More scenic route on the way back.” When she steps, it’s more like a run. Noa cuts straight across, over the grass and dodging the bushes. Calum wasn’t sure what he was expecting but her power walking like his mother when they go to the grocery store wasn’t it. He keeps up though, regrettably passing by the dogs playing fetch without cooing at them.

They cut behind buildings. A less-traveled path Calum can tell but it’s well known amongst though that have to use it to get to and from classes. He watches the others power walking past him and he’s glad he was able to keep most of his classes in buildings close together. Though parking was terrible and required him parking sometimes a block away, it was better than this walk, especially on the short time they had between classes.

His thighs start to burn just a little when they reach the towering brick building. It looks almost like every other building on campus, minus the sign hammered into the ground--it’s the only thing that denotes its uniqueness. Noa takes the front stairs two at a time. “Holy shit, how do you do this every other day and still live?” he huffs once they enter. The lights are bright against the sterile white tiles and marble. Another marker, he notes, the older buildings on campus have dimmer light, less white. This has a more modern feel to it.

“I don’t. I die about three minutes into the walk.”

He’s laughter leaves him in bursts, as he attempts to get his breathing back. Thankfully she stays on the first floor. Any more stairs and Calum’s sure he would’ve just opted to wait at the doors for her. The room she stops at does have some students piling in but she doesn’t stop for too long. When Noa ducks her head inside, she notices her pencil pouch sitting on a folding chair at the back of the lecture hall. Not where she left it. But she’s glad she doesn’t have to go sifting through some three hundred seats in the classroom.

She’s quick to grab it. She can feel the eyes of the other students looking at her. Because she doesn’t raise a ruckus, the stares don’t last long and she closes the door quietly behind her. “You all good?” Calum asks.

She holds the black pouch with roses up and grins. “All good. I just hope I didn’t kill you with that trek.”

He watches her slip into the front pocket. “I mean, I died about two minutes into it. But I’m okay now.”

Noa sucks on her teeth, a tsk falling over her lips. “Gotta keep at it. You’ll be a pro at it in no time. Is the library cool? Doubling seal our fates?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The walk back is less intense. They take the asphalt paths and go the long way around in front of buildings. They stop for a moment to just watch the dogs running on the green. They loop back around to the English building and continue on down past it. “So are you getting a degree or auditing classes?” Noa asks.

“Auditing. I thought about going back full time but it works better for me to just audit them. The whole getting grading thing still kind of gets to me.” Calum likes to fulfill his curiosity. He just didn’t want the fear of failing to hinder him. And while he had loaded his schedule at nine credits, which was only three classes, it was more than enough. He was tempted to drop one of his classes and though Calum wasn’t super fond of the intro to psychology class, he wanted to tough it out. Prove to himself that he didn’t have to avoid the obstacle but could instead tackle it head-on.

Noa gives a hum. “Gives you time to still work on music?”

“Yeah.” He isn’t shocked that she knows. He is glad though that she doesn’t treat him differently. That she hasn’t made a huge deal of his fame. He wishes he could cloak that, at least here at school. “What about you? What are you studying?”

“I was Community Health Sciences. I switched to Public Affairs last year. So I have another semester tacked.”

The trek to the library feels somehow too short and too long at the same time. Calum’s sure it’s his thighs still angry at the stairs to get inside the science building. He learns she has an older brother and that’s she the first one in her family to go to college. She worries about the extra semester and the finances but her parents have encouraged her to keep going. Noa finds out that Calum has a dog and if he had to pick something to study it would probably be in English. He could see himself in Religious Studies. Calum’s not sure though and he’s glad he doesn’t have to be sure. He can just take whatever for the moment.

Inside the library, Noa goes to make a beeline for the open computers and then stops. “We can book a study room? I’m not sure if you just want to be, like out in the open?”

Calum looks around. It’s nearing about 5 in the evening. No one is really in the library. Most people have plans. There’s no reason to sit inside the library on Valentine’s Day when one can drink in sorrows or be out celebrating. “Whichever you prefer.”

“Let’s just get a room. I doubt anyone’s going to be hanging out here on a day like this. But I doubt you’ll be back here at all. So why not go for the full experience? The only thing you're missing is final’s week and hunkering down in a study room where you pull an all-nighter and show up to your class in your pj’s and with your pillow in your backpack.”

He doesn’t want to believe that actually happens. But she says it so matter of factly. “You’re kidding right?”

“I am speaking from experience.” She walks one of the open computers and pulls out her laptop. She logs into both of them and then pulls up the scheduling system for the various study rooms located throughout the library. “We can only technically schedule in thirty-minute blocks for up to two hours. But there’s a trick around that.”

Calum logs in as he’s instructed to do on her laptop and they agree on a room. She books it, for every hour and when the blocks show up gray for Calum on his refresh, he goes in and books it for every half hour so that they have the room from 5 to 8. “So the library has pretty strict rules about noise. Generally, the higher the level you are the quieter you have to be. The second floor is as far as I go. You can talk inside the study rooms but nothing super chatty unlike the ground floor,” Noa explains on their ascent. “I have my notes from the other classes printed out. And I was going to type up the notes from today before working on a study guide. How does that sound?”

“Anything sounds good right about now because I literally have no clue how I’m supposed to study for this at all.”

Noa grins, cracking open the door to their room. It’s tucked towards the back of the floor, in a corner. It’s behind the bathrooms and not too far from the stairs so it’s not hard to navigate to and from for bathroom or snacks located in the vending machines on the first floor. “Trust me that’s my entire college experience. You kind of figure out what works best for you as you go along.”

The room isn’t big by any means. The white table sits in the middle of it with two trash cans near the door and a whiteboard that holds the left behind lettering of study sessions past is the complete setup, not including the four chairs pushed into the conference length table. Noa drops her bag into a chair and finds her pencil pouch, she pulls out a couple dry erase markers and an eraser in a plastic bag.

“Do you want to write down the different poets we’ve studied on the board? Start there at the very least.”

Calum, putting his bag down in the free chair, nods. It’s when he glances down at his phone just to check the time that he worries for a moment that he should get home to Duke but after shooting a quick text to his roommate he confirms that someone is there to take him out and feed him. Noa opens up her laptop, notebook and pulls the textbook out too from the depths of her backpack.

Calum’s handwriting is mostly uppercase and narrow. But it’s mostly neat. The markers thankfully don’t squeak on the board. He draws columns for each poet, thinking that will at least help contain the guaranteed mess of ideas during this window. He even goes a step further and creates squares for each poem, scribbling down the titles into corners

The room’s not even that hot, while Calum browsing through his notes. Noa’s been typing for a while since he finished setting up the drawing board. But suddenly from the walk around his jacket is too warm. He knew he shouldn’t have worn it but out of some sort of habit, out of routine, Calum snagged the extra layer and now he was regretting it. It’s like his body finally caught up and he slips out of it.

“I thought we were studying, not getting a show,” Noa teases. The thought slips through her lips with a grin. She’ll admit that she does find Calum attractive. Most times he didn’t really flaunt his body or even his status in class and that made him even more attractive. But she didn’t think she’d ever have a shot. She didn’t really think she had one now all things considered but he was the one that asked her for help. But he had started it and she was just going to see if it would continue.

Calum feels the heat immediately flooding his cheeks. “It’s just warm, is all.”

“Kidding, sorry.” Her gaze flicks up from her screen. Her fingers are still going, the taps echoing amongst the silence of their room.

Calum recognizes that gaze, the smirk that tells him she is joking, but she is also not joking if he’s willing to take that step. Calum goes back to his laptop, he’s on nothing right now just staring at a blank google doc. But he makes the initiative to break the tension and ask her what her school email was. “We can just use a Google doc to make things easier.”

As she rattles it off, Calum adds her. Maybe Noa completely misread this. Maybe he really only wanted to help to study. It definitely was a hit to her pride. She almost felt like a deflated balloon as she typed down the last bullet point in her notes. “I’m going to print these out. I’ll be right back.”

Calum nods, watching her leave with her laptop in hand. His brows knit together. She sounded hurt and Calum feels like he could absolutely kick himself. Of course, he found Noa attractive. He would’ve made a move and even though he wasn’t technically getting a grade for this midterm he wanted to at least feel confident going into. God, he was an idiot. Even after all the partying, and all the girls before, Calum still finds a way to fuck something up--even innocent flirty.

Standing at the printer, Noa exhales. Just a hit to her pride, a hard hit too. But she wouldn’t chicken out. That’s for sure. She’d march back up there and she’d see this study session through. She could do that much. Maybe she could convince the girl to her left to switch seats come Monday. That way at the very least she wouldn’t feel awful going to class. She couldn’t drop the class now--not without a Withdraw showing up on her record. Professors weren’t too keen on adding students this late into the semester. Withdrawing, would thankfully, not hurt her graduation credit hours.

She almost wants to laugh. Just because some guy rejected her does not mean she had to drop a class. All she had to do was keep a level head about all of this. Even though asking to switch seats would be blasphemous, she still enjoyed the class. It was one of the few classes she could take each semester that were just for fun. She would not give that up just because Calum turned her down. As the last of the pages spits out from the printer, she grabs her stack. All she has to do is go over the notes. They don’t even have to stay in the room until 8.

The stairwell is stuffy as she ascends back to the second floor. She’s always hated them in the summer, the way the air clung to the sweat and humidity of the temperatures outside. Noa wasn’t sure who designed it but it was only ever the library stairs that felt so awful in the summer and even the early fall. She can see Calum with his head in his hands from the glass walls that separate open library from the study room. For half a second, she wonders if something is wrong--like with his dog. If that were the case, he could’ve just left.

“You alright?” she asks opening the door.

Calum, not even hearing the door, pops his head up. His heart thunders in his chest. He was wallowing in his own misery a little too deeply. “Yeah-yeah, I’m good.”

With a nod, Noa pulls at the silk tie around her twist and stares up at the quadrants on the whiteboard. “So the best place to start studying is just as the beginning of the coursework. Lame I know. But professors usually start there for a reason.”

There goes his window. Gone all within two minutes to print notes. He nods and flips to the starting poet. “So we have Frost,” Calum starts, the blue dry erase marker semi firmly gripped between his fingers.

“Start with basics. The year he was born, maybe what his life was like, his most famous works.”

Calum spins his chair to face the whiteboard, attempting to recall some of the biography from memory. It’s when the lulls hit that Noa steps in. He hears the table creak but he doesn’t turn. He can almost feel her leaning into it. He can see just how the tops of her exposed thighs, not dared to be hidden by her denim shorts, would squeeze and smush against the end of the table. The weather is still warm. It’s still perfect weather for shorts and skirts.

He turns his attention back to the task at hand though, listening to Noa speak behind him. “I’ve had this professor before. He’s a kind of lenient grader. But he wants to make sure you can back your shit up with context from the poem. You can’t say someone’s trying to talk about rainbows in their poem when they’re clearly allusions to chickens.”

Calum snorts at her point but nods. “Understood. Now this is going to sound dumb--”

Noa’s quick to cut him off. “No such thing as dumb questions.”

Calum turns, seeing her leaning on her hands on the table. One knee is resting on the chair she once sat. Her gaze is stuck on the whiteboard. For a brief second, Calum lets his gaze fall. The jade green of her top nestled against her dark skin and the way her breasts are almost threatening to spill over the flimsy material almost makes Calum forget his question. She was not wearing that before. She wore a white shirt, tied in the front. There was something green underneath it--he knows that. He clears his throat. “I assume you don’t mean illusions like magic tricks and I’m a little confused.”

Noa finally brings her gaze back down, pushing back upright realizing the position she’s in. “Allusions, they’re like indirect references. So you’re talking about a thing without actually stating what it is.” She picks up a different colored marker and writes the word down in the corner of the whiteboard not holding any information.

Calum watches the way her undershirt rises a little as she stretches up to write but flicks his gaze to the floor. “Think he’ll ask about those on the midterm?”

“He could,” she says and then leans against the table again. Calum stands. She’s too close and he’s at a bad angle to keep his focus on the material at hand.

Facing the spread of her notes, their laptops, and textbooks, Calum looks out over the sea without really seeing any of the details. He wants to make a move that shows he’s interested without it being too subtle or too brazen. Resting his weight onto his palms, he shakes the thought from his head. It’s probably too late now. “So, like, for example, a question could be what are allusions in whatever poem of his choice?”

“Yeah, but he’ll probably ask something more like compare and contrast.” Calum nods. He definitely feels a bit better about going into this exam than he did before. But he still feels like an idiot with Noa.

Noa turns her head just a little. Not a lot. Just enough to see the bucket hat still on his head and the way his face is almost entirely hidden. She knows though. She knows the cut of his jaw and the way his lips are a little chapped but mostly plump. As she stares at him, she does feel the urge to apologize. At least just to let him know that she didn’t mean to cross any lines and that she hopes there are no hard feelings. She can feel her heart thumping in her throat as she gently rests a hand on his shoulder.

“Sorry about earlier,” she whispers. His head never raises and she drops her touch before going back to the whiteboard. “That was a poor taste joke.”

Calum’s breath hitches. It catches right on his inhale and he nearly chokes on it. “You don’t have to apologize.” His voice is soft, so much so that she barely catches it before turning to grab her phone to take a picture of their notes on the board.

“What?” She’s not believing her own ears. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I thought--I was sure I had crossed a line.”

“No, it didn’t make me uncomfortable.” His gaze is soft when it lands on her. Her brows are pulled together and he has to stop his hand from raising to smooth them over with his thumb. He feels the twitch, the pull to take her hand and he lets himself to that. Just gently brushing his fingers over her hand pressed into the table next to his.

“But-what?” She could’ve sworn the way he diverted the topic was a sign that she was pressing her luck.

“Really, I didn’t mind. I don’t mind.”

Noa shakes her head, the twist slipping over her shoulder a little. “I know I’m not a math major but this isn’t adding up.”

Calum really can’t tear his gaze away from her lips. They glisten a little, dark brown and a hint of pink from the saliva on her tongue as she licks them. It’s really lame, he thinks, that he’s this hesitant to make a move on her. But she hasn’t pulled away from him just yet so that must mean something. Maybe he could show her what he meant. “Is-Is it okay if I kiss you?”

Fuck. Oh fuck. Noa nods, she’s sure her eyes are blown wide. She’s not sure however that she’s breathing properly until the whisper of “Yes” falls from her lips. They inch closer together. Like stuttering traffic that stops and starts and soon there’s no more space to be hesitant. Their lips brush, slightly parted too. He can smell the chocolate she had earlier and it’s so sweet in his nose. Before the first kiss truly ends Calum reaches for her waist, turning her into him. He leans into the table, his back facing the door, and she leans into him.

Her arms loop around his neck, nails trailing at the edge of his t-shirt and his neck. It sends a shiver down his spine when her nails scratch at his skin. Calum encases her waist with his arms, pulling her into him. Her kiss tastes like the Hershey kiss and her skin is so soft beneath his fingers. When he breathes in, his nostrils are lined with the smell of coconut. An intoxicating scent if he’s going to associate it with her at all.

The sounds of their kisses, lips meeting and pulling apart before meeting again echo slightly around the room. She reaches up, pulling away from his lips just a little. Calum stretches out for her though, capturing her bottom lip between his teeth. She laughs, mostly from her chest before she gives in and recaptures his lips.

His cologne isn’t too strong. It’s got a hint of musky to it with some more floral overtones and Noa thinks she has to figure out the exact scent because she would love to just bathe in it. She doesn’t stop her previous movements though and pulls the hat up. Calum ducks his face into her shoulder and chest.

She didn’t expect a buzz cut but it looks good and she runs her hands over the back of his head. “Can’t kiss you if your face is buried in my shoulder.”

“But I can kiss you,” he counters, gently capturing the juncture of her neck and shoulder between his lips. The touch is so feather-light, almost as if her skin were made of glass. But it makes her hot and her heart strums steadily in her chest. It’s almost sad how the softest touch is turning her own. She’s glad for the moment Calum can’t see what effect this is having on her. It’s shameful how wet her underwear is.

Noa lets her head go as Calum kisses across her throat too, his tongue trails after the places his lips have touched first. Her hair brushes over Calum’s fingers, as they start to travel down to her ass, cupping her over the denim shorts. They hardly do much to stop the imagination from running wild. His fingertips run across her skin, digging into the crevice between the line of her ass and the tops of her thighs.

A moan escapes her. Noa doesn’t even feel the shame anymore. Not as her hand reaches between their bodies and trails up his chest. She cups his throat and pushes him up. His grin is lazy on his face, eyes heavy with lust. “So I see you really didn’t mind.”

“Not at all.” The vibrations of his voice tickle her palm but she doesn’t drop the hold and Calum doesn’t duck away from it. Would Noa let herself go? She could attempt to bring Calum back to her dorm though she’s not sure if Brooklyn is in the room. If so, that’s definitely an awkward shuffle to text Brooklyn and then walk all the way back to her room.

She drops her hand from his throat, before running it up under his shirt. He tenses for a moment at her touch but grins. Noa decides not to think too much about where things go and where they wind up at the moment. Instead, she kisses at his neck, running her tongue over his adam’s apple. Calum has to bite his lip just a little to keep the groan from escaping him so loudly. He knows she knows just what she’s doing as her nail scratch at his lower abdomen right along the band of his boxer briefs.

“I have another question,” Calum asks, a soft sigh escaping his lips when she kisses up to his ear.

“Which is?”

“I can only assume we’re not studying poetry anymore. But I just want to make sure it’s okay if I study your anatomy?”

Noa snorts, her laughter shaking her shoulders as she presses her face into Calum’s chest. “I told you I wouldn’t be won over by academic pick up lines but I’ll be damned if you don’t keep trying.”

“They seemed to work,” Calum takes the sides of her face into his hands. There’s still a grin on her face when she lets him pull her upwards a little. “Is that a yes though in all seriousness?”

“That’s a yes,” she sighs, enjoying the slight roughness at the tips of his fingers as he brushes them over her cheeks.

“How likely are we to get caught in here?”

“If we don’t make too much noise, pretty low. I mean, who else is coming to the library on Valentine’s Day?”

Calum presses her in close before pushing up with his hips and spinning them around. He clears away a spot before hoisting her to the table. “I must admit, I like the sounds of those odds.”

Calum stands between her legs. She spies a set of chains around his neck and pulls them out, gently holding the gold and silver chains in her palms. She’s not sure what they mean, the symbols on the black enamel or the gold plate but they look good hanging around his chest. “Sentimental?”

Calum runs his fingers over the strip of skin just under the edge of her green tank top and the top of her shorts. “Yeah.”

The subject is dropped rather quickly and she kisses the underside of his jaw. Her fingers find the hem of Calum’s t-shirt. He pulls the black tee up without much thought and she lets her hands wander of the expanse of his chest. She lingers at his tattoos. She doesn’t question those either. Just admires them and the way the black ink stands out on his golden skin. There’s a moment, in the back of her mind, that she’s acutely aware of how much darker she is compared to him. It's a thing she’s always been aware of for sure, it’s a general fact about herself that is generally inescapable. But she’s not sure why it matters now.

Calum can see her mind wandering and he tips her chin. “You can always say no. It’s okay.” He doesn’t want her to feel pressured. It won’t hurt him at all if she backs out of this. He’d rather her protect herself than worry about him.

“It’s just--a thing, a small thing. Nothing to do about this.”

“You sure?”

Noa nods, flicking her twists over her shoulder. Calum raises an eyebrow at her, a silent question. “I’m very sure,” she says, tugging at the band of his pants.

There’s a soft chuckle he gives and nods, satisfied with her answer. “I was going to break out another taboo pickup line.”

Noa gets a grip around his neck and brings him down. Her kiss is soft and slow before she pulls back just a little. Their lips brush as she speaks. “As much as I hate those, they are effective. So I hate that fact a little more.”

Calum dares to bring his hands down, under the shorts and underwear. What he finds makes him groan into her lips. She’s dripping onto his fingers. “Very effective,” he whispers, teasing her heat with his fingers as he collects just a little taste of her onto his fingers. She watches through slightly hooded eyes as Calum licks his fingers. “God,” he huffs.

He goes back to get yank the shorts and panties. She pushes herself up to assist and Calum wastes no time slipping down to his knees. Noa reclines back, hands pressing down into the table and the edge of a notebook. Calum takes a generous lick from her. She’s sweet on his tongue and all he wants is to drown in the arousal she drips.

Noa shudders at the first touch and she’s glad she’s facing the whiteboard and not the window because the look on her face, of pleasure and also desperation is a sight for sore eyes. It’s been a long time since she’s been with anyone. Her breakup sophomore year kind of scorned her. She’s had the offers at parties or even out at bars, but never took them. Right now, the way she’s responding to Calum should be embarrassing but it’s the last thought on her mind.

All Noa wants and can think about is how Calum’s tongue flicks against her clit, the way his lips wrap around it to give it a gentle suck before planting a kiss. “Shit,” she heaves, trying to keep from being too loud. It’s not lost on her that too much noise will get them caught. But god is her rock shaking at the feeling of Calum’s tongue working at her. It’s going to be the end of her, she thinks, staring up at the ceiling attempting to keep her breathing under control.

Calum feels her thighs starting to shake and he throws them over his shoulder. She falls deeper into her recline. Every lewd slurp echoes. The first finger into her is all too easy to get inside and he works the second one in while teasing her clit with his tongue. It’s a moment, with a breathy instruction of “Back and up,” before he’s brushing over her g-spot. Her vision spots for a moment and she presses her lips together to swallow down her own moan.

“Fuck,” she whines when Calum sucks at her clit. The knot in her stomach grows, she can feel the heat radiating from the top of her head to her toes. She’s going to make a mess. She can feel it bubbling in her lower stomach but she can’t find the words to warn him as she works to keep her cries in her chest.

It’s evident though when she finds the edge and falls over it. Her legs close in around Calum’s head. He works her through the orgasm, gentle licks. Calum kisses over her inner thighs before pulling his fingers from her. She’s spent above him, panting. But she stops him-- a hand tight around his wrist and brings his fingers to her mouth.

“You wouldn’t?”

Noa says nothing before licking her own arousal from his fingers. Calum shouldn’t be so turned on by her tasting herself but he swears he could nearly come from just the way she hums around his digits. It makes him wonder for a moment what else she can do with that tongue. She grins when she releases his fingers from her mouth with a lewd pop. “I would.”

Calum stays on his knees, watching carefully as she slips off the table and back into her underwear and shorts. She taps at the chair. “Take a seat.”

He pushes up and into the chair. “You really could’ve just left those off.”

Noa bites her lip at the thought. “Even though I’m young, I’m not dumb. I never re-upped on condoms in my backpack and unless you have some. I think you’ll be pleased with my compromise.”

Calum mimes zipping his lips shut and tossing away the key. He nearly forgot about that and that’s not a risk he wants to take either. No matter much the idea seems tempting he knows that the potential consequences are not worth it. Noa doesn’t waste any time, to tie her hair back or get Calum’s pants and underwear down either. She’s not really sure what she expected but he’s more than he lets on and her mouth drools at the thought.

She kisses his tip, the tip leaking just a little. Calum sighs, dropping his head back on his neck. He doesn’t really want her to tease him like this. But it does feel good. How gentle she’s being. The way she’s slow to coat him with her saliva. He exhales harshly when he slips into her mouth and when she doesn’t stop but continues on Calum groans. “Fucking hell.” It’s as if she could just swallow him whole and her mouth is so warm too.

Noa hums a little at the taste and weight of him. She looks at through her lashes and keeps her eyes nice and big, playing innocent at the way Calum huffs above her. He blinks his eyes just enough to see her batting her lashes and he’s so tempted again to pull out of her mouth and just fuck her right here. He’s sure her pussy is just as good as her mouth, if not better. Another moan is crawling up his chest and Calum inhales to keep it from falling over his lips. She pulls back from him, swirling her tongue just around the top. Her fist pumps at him. Calum knows he won’t last. His head is starting to float and he’s reaching out for anything and everything to keep ground.

He finds Noa instead, the very thing lifting his consciousness from his body. But it’s all he has to attempt to ground him. Calum lets one choked moan fall over his lips. “God,” he heaves like he’s been underwater for too long and is getting the first gulps of air again. His eyes screw up as she takes him back down and bobs her head along his length. The sounds of her slurping up her excess saliva are a little loud but he prays that they don’t echo too much before he cums.

That’s all he wants. Just release. That bliss of orgasm. His toes are curling and he’s holding a little tighter to Noa he knows. But he can’t help it. His hips raise up from the seat, bucking into her and she has to readjust her angle to keep him down. But Calum’s so fucking close. He can feel it. His thighs are tensing and he’s nearly in tears with how badly he desires to cum. She’s toying with him, speeding up to build up that pressure--that need, but slowing down just enough to keep it far enough away.

“Oh, please, please,” he begs. There is definitely a prickle of tears. Noa knows she’s playing with fire but she pulls back one last time, watching the way his jaw tense and he hisses, the air sucked in between his teeth. “I wasn’t-I wasn't this mean to you.”

Noa winks at him. Calum knows he’s going to have to do something to wipe that smirk off her face somehow. “Wanted to see how much you could take.” She says nothing else and finally takes him back into her mouth, hand and mouth pumping at him. He goes barreling towards his orgasm. He halfway expects her to pull away again when he finds his hips bucking again but she doesn’t. Calum holds her head tight and pours down the back of her throat.

Noa brings him over the edge and she’s gentle, slightly suckling to get down every drop. When she finally brings her head away, she does leave a small kiss. The air is thick and Calum exhales, attempting to bring his vision back into focus. He nearly has to make sure that it’s actually his soul that comes back to him. Noa hands him a tissue and then excuses herself for just a moment to the restroom.

When she returns, the table is clearned for the most part. Her books are neatly stacked and her laptop is sitting on top of the sleeve. The dry erase markers and erasers sit at the top of her pile too. Calum is dressed again, leaning against the table with the bucket hat back on his head. He watches her open the door with a tiny smile. The whiteboard’s been erased too. “Did you get a picture of the--” Calum nods before she finishes the full question.

She’s not sure if she should move from the spot at the door but Calum’s gaze is intense so she waits. “I’m not going to bite unless you ask for it,” he grins. “How far away do you stay from here?”

“I live on campus actually. It’s like a fifteen minute walk to the other side.”

“I’m parked not too far from the English building. How about a ride and a round two?”

“For studying poetry or anatomy?” There’s no hiding her grin as she asks the question.

Calum’s impressed at the wit. “I would say, after what I’ve seen and tasted today, I would call it poetry.”

She has to cast her gaze down. Because if not, she’s going to explode at delivery of the compliment. “Just don’t make any joke about tasting desire twice or I might nickname you Frost and I don’t think you’d appreciate that.”

Calum laughs and reaches out a hand. She takes it, stepping into him. She gazes up, the shadow of the bucket hat making the moment seem more private. “I think that’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

“Of course you are.”

The ride over is nerve wrecking. But the gentle pressure of Calum’s hand on her thigh keeps her just enough on the string that it doesn’t matter. Brooklyn agrees to give her the room until 10. It’s a little after six currently. Plenty of time but still. It’s not fun being sexiled. Noa makes a mental note to grab a few snacks on her next grocery run as a thank you to Brooklyn. The AC blasting in Calum’s car is Noa’s saving grace. The slight chill is welcomed to the warmth still radiating from her body.

She directs him to turn right at the next intersection. “It’s pretty out here,” Calum notes. The buildings follow the same brick patterns as most other buildings on the campus. But there are some trees that stand tall and it feels a little cozy. Noa hums and she directs him down to a parking lot. It’s not that far down from her actual dorm. The walk feels longer though for Noa, feeling Calum right behind her. Calum follows with quick glances the way her ass shakes a little with her gait. The shorts are definitely higher than they were before and he’s sure that was done purposefully.

Noa fishes out her keys and swipes into the building before directing Calum up the flight of stairs on the side. Their shoes echo as they ascend. Her room is the first one once they step outside from the stairwell. “I apologize now if it’s a mess,” Noa says with her key in the door. She’s praying that Brooklyn’s side isn’t a disaster.

Thankfully at the first crack, the room is cool and clean. She carries past one bed to the second pushed against the wall near the window. Calum notes the white and black comforter and the posters decorating her wall. There are string lights and after a moment they twinkle off the white plaster of the walls.

“Putting on the full works, huh?” Calum drops his hat and bag next to her desk. They shed shoes. Her bed is raised so she pulls out a step stool.

“Something like that.”

Calum cups her jaw. “I’m flattered.” Their kisses are still heated but less desperate. Both of them are aware of what’s happening and what’s going to happen. Calum pulls at the knot of her white shirt and pushes it off her shoulders. Maybe it was a little insane. Maybe it was the fact that Calum was a little tired of being lonely on Valentine’s Day even though he hated the whole institution of the holiday.

Whatever it was that brought him here to peeling Noa out of her shirt and revealing her breasts to him didn’t really matter. Because he was okay with it. He cups one of her breasts, teasing the bud with his fingers and he kisses along her neck. He feels her heart races with his tongue. “Love it don’t you?”

Noa hums, pulling around his shoulders. “Maybe.”

He laughs into her skin. She climbs up onto the bed first and Calum sheds his shirt before climbing up behind her. On the corner of her desk near the bed, he spies the box of condoms. Multiple boxes actually. He reaches over her to one of them. He’s going to drag this out just to have her begging like she did with him. “This is quite the collection.”

Noa knows part of this is payback but she reaches up running her hands over his sides to get him to come back to her. Calum resists the temptation to look down and kiss her again. If she does all his resolve will break. He studies another box and she lifts her head from her pillow finding one of his nipples and sucking it into her mouth. Two can play this game. And Noa knows that while she’s aching for me, she might have a better chance of riding this game out than Calum.

Calum drops his head for a moment, letting the electricity of her touch travel up his body. One hand creeps up to his crotch, putting just enough pressure onto his growing erection. He’s so fucking screwed. Noa kisses across his chest, soft ones that barely make contact with his skin. “I’m going to be giving a pop quiz about the varieties I have. So study up,” she jokes before pulling her hand away.

His laughter is soft above her. “I won’t be won over by academic pickup lines.”

“You were being stubborn and I had to try something.”

“You teased me. Don’t dish out what you can’t handle.”

“I can handle plenty,” she retorts pushing at his shoulder.

Calum straddles her lower legs, popping the button on her shorts yet again. “Is that so?” The question is punctuated by him pulling her shorts and panties off. His fingers waste no time to part her and circle her entrance. Her back sinks into the mattress and her hips rise. Calum catches the small hard exhale of all her air leaving her lungs.

Calum hovers over her, one arm keeping his weight steady while he teases her. His lips brush over her jaw. “What was that?” His question is answered by a moan that falls over Noa’s throat. He kisses down her throat, sucking just a hair too hard at the thin skin. It doesn’t leave a bruise but when Calum pulls way, there’s a red spot for sure on her skin.

Noa lets herself be consumed by the way his stubble scratches over her skin. Calum kisses down the valley of her breasts. His teeth graze over her nipples. Maybe he’s better at the game than she thought he was. She liked to think she was tough, but Noa knows deep down the softest touch can turn her into putty. She doesn’t find it within herself to care when he flicks her nipple with the tip of her tongue.

Calum drinks in every sound. She sounds so good beneath him at the mercy of his whims. Though he knows he’s going to give in soon. Soon his own tough act will dissolve and all he’s want is her to be thoroughly fucked. Calum carries down her body, kissing over her stomach before finding her heat again. All it takes is one lick, bottom to the top and Noa shakes, her thighs quiver and Calum knows he has her.

Her hands find his neck though. She pulls him up before pushing up and Calum falls into the mattress. She works his pants down and kisses over his thighs as she goes. Her teeth are sharp when she takes a bite, nothing too hard, but it’s enough. It’s enough for Calum to know she’s serious. He’s serious too. His arm hooks around her neck once the pants are fully disrobed. “Come here,” he murmurs and she settles on his lower torso.

Noa could lose herself in Calum’s kisses and never want to find a map out. Calum traces at her skin with the tips of his fingers as if trying to etch the roadmap of her into his memory. Noa reaches behind and strokes Calum’s length, almost too leisurely, like she knows she can just take her time with him. He lets her too. What else does he have to lose? What else does Calum have to do on such a bullshit holiday than just having some fun?

He does enjoy that this isn’t rushed. He’s also glad he’s not tipsy and neither is she. There’s something about alcohol and sex that never quite worked for Calum, though he’ll admit to some days waking with hickeys and blaming the vodka almost immediately. He likes the intimacy that they share, as crazy as it sounds. Like the way Noa looks at him after they break away from a kiss. She doesn’t look crazed or greedy, her eyes cradle him almost. She traces over his tattoos.

The questions linger on her lips. Like what does ‘Choose Life’ really mean to Calum? Who was Mali? To whom did those initials belong too? But Noa knew those were questions she couldn’t ask. And she kind of liked the mystery of it. She liked knowing Calum but not getting the full picture. She had the frame. She has the beautiful man in front of her but she didn’t have his mind. She saw bits of it in class for sure. When he finally decided to speak. But that was a piece that would always linger behind the curtain.

It was still a game for sure. Calum giving away what he wanted to give of himself but keeping everything else. Noa knew better than to think she could win that game. She knew better than to assume she could even be a player. It seemed cliche to think that maybe just maybe she could be the one to change that. That had to be loneliness talking though. It always crept in on days like this. At least for the moment, she was having her own fun.

Her own fun--that’s all she needs to focus on right now. Noa reaches across Calum’s body to her desk and he uses the moment to bring the nipple and even part of her tit into his mouth, to tease her for just a moment longer. She barely keeps her grip on the box of condoms at the shiver running through her body. “Fuck,” she breathes.

Calum hums at the praise and pinches her right nipple between his fingers. “You know,” he starts, tracing the swell of her breast with his fingers. “You do this thing when you’re thinking, where you bit the inside of your lip and you kind of zone out.”

Why is Calum so fucking observant? Why did he have to go and say that? He was really digging her grave. He might as well go and build the casket for her too. “I’m not backing out of this.”

“I was just saying,” he hums.

“When you’re thinking you tend to play with whatever is in your hands,” Noa returns and then glances down her nipple, the way his fingers roll it and pinch. A moan builds in her chest--she can feel it. Calum immediately pulls his hand away. “I never said I didn’t like it.”

The grin that takes over his face is shy. Noa kisses his nose before tearing a condom from it’s foiled package. “How about a ride?” she grins.

Calum has to laugh at the smirk and corny joke. But he agrees. “I hope I’m tall enough for it.”

“More than tall enough,” she laughs, rolling the condom done him. It’s the first sink, the stretch that makes Noa’s eyes nearly roll back into her head. Calum finds her hips, exhaling hard too at the squeeze and warmth of her.

“Fuck,” they both exhale. Her pace is slow to start but Calum brushes everything inside of her, even parts that she didn’t even know could be brushed. It’s a little painful but the adjustment happens and all Noa’s concerned with is watching Calum fall apart beneath her. His fingers curl into the fat and muscle of her hips and thighs.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin echo about the room and Noa releases the hiss, the only thing she can do at the feeling of Calum buried so deep inside of her. It’s true bliss when her pace picks up and Calum watches her tits bounce in time. “Fuck, just like that,” he encourages.

It’s not easy work Noa will admit but it’s rewarding to hear how strained Calum’s voice is. How much he’s tittering closer and closer to the edge. Calum brings his fingers to her clit and her yelp, part surprise, part an exhalation of arousal, he hums. “That what you needed? Just a little attention for a greedy clit?”

Noa sighs, holding herself upon his chest. “But you like it, don’t you? You’re coming to cum for me and my greedy clit, aren’t you?”

He is. Not right now, but soon. It’s creeping up on him and god, will it be sweet. He brings her head down to kiss her, to swallow down every filthy sound she makes and save it for later in his chest. Calum plants his feet into the mattress and meets her bounces with his own thrust. “Oh, shit,” she whines, her voice straining at the added sensation. Time starts to lose its grip. They are just feeling bodies.

It’s soon her face down into the mattress though, curling the sheets into her fist as Calum drives into her. “God, please,” she groans, feeling the twinge of her orgasm knotting at her lower stomach.

Calum brings her up, her back into his chest with a hand tucked around her throat. It’s not tight and soon it drops to her nipples again. “Tell me what you need.”

“Just you,” she exhales. “Just you, Calum.”

His fingers dance over her sex. She clenches once, a sign of the impending orgasm that will be crashing over it. Calum kisses along her shoulders and across her back, the twists in the way don’t even matter. Not when he can feel her occasional spasms. He’s not going to last much longer. But he wants to get her there first. With a little more pressure at her clit, Noa grabs Calum's thigh. Another whine falls over her throat and she again lacks the warning.

She cums with a heavy grunt scratching over her throat. Calum bites down onto her shoulder. His orgasm follows soon after thanks to her spasms. After they clean up, she falls into her sheets and Calum lays for just a minute. Just to catch his breath and he traces over the still red marks of his teeth. “Is it too much if I offer to buy pizza?” Noa asks, curled up into his chest. “Does seal the fate on Valentine’s Day as well when you’re single?”

Calum laughs. “It’s definitely sealed the fate on many of them for me in the past. But I should probably get home. Be an adult, even if I don’t want to be.”

Noa nods. It’s a little awkward when Calum has to crawl over her to climb down off the bed but all she does is giggle before kissing his cheek. Calum finds his shirt and she tosses him his underwear from the sheets. “I should write a personal note to Calvin Klein for that underwear. Your ass is ten out ten in those.

Calum shakes his head, his laughter loud. “And out of them?”

“Seven out of ten.”

“I should be offended.”

Noa shrugs, holding the sheets to her chest. “Alas, you don’t seem to be though.”

With the bucket hat situated back over his head, Calum shrugs. “Guess I’m not if it’s coming from you. I’ll talk to you later, yeah?”

She nods. “Sure.” Calum’s hand doesn’t quite reach the door before she calls out her next question. “You remember how to get out of here right?”

“Something tells me it’s like the same way I came in? But I’m not too sure.”

“Smartass,” she grumbles.

Calum chews on his lip for a moment to hide the smile. He was worried him leaving would be awkward. But he finds himself not wanting to go really. He thinks he could split a pizza with her. What would be the worst that would happen? But he doesn’t want to push any more boundaries or piss off her roommate.“Bye, Noa.”

“Bye, Calum.”

***********

Now Noa is definitely worried after not seeing Calum on Monday that he freaked out about their hookup. She didn’t have his number and emailing him was out of the question. Emailing wasn’t the format to have the ‘what-happened-and-why-are-you-avoiding-me’ conversation. Everything seemed fine when Calum left. He even sent a thank you email when she sent him the notes she typed up from their study session. He had included the blowing a kiss emoji. That had to mean something. It had to. Even Brooklyn said it meant something. Sure Brooklyn was no expert. But who sends that kind of emoji unless they mean something behind it?

Though when Monday rolled around, Calum wasn’t to be seen. Today was Wednesday, the day of their midterm. Noa books it from her class in the science building but because of some rain, there is a mud spot and she slips. She doesn’t fall, thankfully catching herself on the edge of the brick wall but she knows the feeling of her pants splitting literally anywhere.

Her shirt is most definitely not long enough to cover it and she can’t be late for the exam. So she carries on, wishing she had grabbed an extra layer to help save her from the embarrassment. First Calum ghosts her and now her pants rip. Today’s really not her day. Not that she needed it to be her day, but she would’ve liked it.

Taking a quick moment to assess the damage, Noa feels behind. The hole is mostly towards her inner thighs but it does gape a little to the back and she’s mortified that half her ass is hanging out. She hopes this is the icing on her cake. She’d really rather not have too much else to her shit cake. This was more than enough shit for any one particular day.

Just a few minutes before class starts, she opens the door to the classroom. The professor stands at the podium, exam in hand. Her eyes scan the room briefly and there’s Calum. His head down and she’s sure that he had to have heard the door opening but he doesn’t look up. There’s nowhere else to sit either, except for her spot right next to him. And she’s not going to cause a scene on midterm day either.

She’s careful as she sits, to avoid further splitting, and slips off her backpack. She keeps her back turned and fishes out a pen, black ink this time. Just as she faces forward, a Hershey’s kiss and peppermint are placed in front of her. Calum grins, pulling the wireless headphones from his ears. “My mum used to give me peppermints before a test. She said it was supposed to help. I don’t know the exact science.”

Maybe Calum didn’t hate her? It definitely is a shock for him to be talking so casually. She’s happy though. She’d rather not have to shun Calum. She liked his stupid ass jokes and maybe, just maybe, she was letting herself get a little too close. That was a disaster she’d deal with later though. “Were you sick on Monday or something?” Something was going around and if Calum had caught it, she did worry that she would too,

He shakes his head. “A gig ran late Sunday. I just emailed my professors that I wouldn’t be able to come in on Monday. I realized I needed the notes from Monday but I didn’t want it to seem like I was just using you. So I’m sorry about you not hearing from me after I said I would.”

Noa reaches into her backpack and pulls out a small bag of peppermints. There was just a misunderstanding. She can handle that. “My mom used to say the same thing.” She situates the bag between them. “In case you need another one during the exam. Also, I can give you my number.” She finds a scrap piece of paper and writes it down. Calum saves it fast and sends her a text too so she has his number.

As the professor starts to hand out the exam, only a list of four questions of which they’ll pick two to respond too, Calum feels the slight jitters coming back. Noa notices and slides her piece of chocolate over to him. They lock gazes for a brief moment and smile, both reminded of the last time chocolate was involved.

The questions aren’t too hard. The practice ones Noa came up with fall right in line with what she said the professor would ask. She finishes first between the two of them and leaves the bag of peppermints. Calum notices her awkward shuffle and the hole in her jeans. He can’t use his phone to tell her to wait up but he’s almost done himself. So he scribbles down the last few sentences for his question and quickly gathers his things.

From the pocket of his backpack, he feels his phone vibrate. He hands over his exam and slips out of the front door. Noa’s not in sight so he digs out his phone, stepping out into the bright sunlight. She’s not even halfway down the path, stopped by someone else as they chat for a moment. He thinks it’s her roommate, she looks familiar and the two laugh before going their separate ways.

“Noa,” Calum calls out to her and she turns. These stairs aren’t as steep and he’s quick to get down them. Calum reaches into his backpack, revealing a sweatshirt and hands over her bag peppermints. “You can use this until you get back to get new pants.”

“I have a meeting with my advisor and then a club meeting. I was just going to tell them I’ll be a few minutes late to our meeting.”

“No, no, keep it. It’s okay. I don’t want you to be late.”

“I won’t be able to get it back to you until Friday.”

“I could come to pick it up too before then?”

Noa knows that look, the glint in his eyes as she ties the sweatshirt around her waist. “My last class tomorrow ends at 2.”

“I’ll pick you up from class. Just text me the building. We can study. I heard it’s Valentine’s Day.

“That’s about a week late.”

“I was always bad at math,” Calum jokes. “You think I should sign up for one next semester?” Noa laughs as she steps backward from Calum. Of course, he would make another joke. They get her every time too. “Is that a yes though?”

“That is a yes. To Thursday and to you needing a math class.”

“Ouch.” He holds a hand to his chest, faking pain.

She twirls before throwing a wave over her shoulder. “Bye, Calum.”

“Bye, Noa.” He wipes out his phone, watching her walk down the bricked over paths. Next time you don’t have to split your pants to get my attention.

She stops and spins around, fingers flying over the keys. I can and will take this hoodie hostage.

“That’s my favorite hoodie,” he shouts at her.

“Not my problem, sweetheart.”

“It absolutely is your problem.”

“My problem is that I’m going to be late.”

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A Useless Guide to the Carmichaels

DISCLAIMER: this is a bunch of headcanons that i’ve come up with. OBVIOUSLY since synn and katie and nadine and meg in a way have characters that are tied to their family...BUt these are my original headcanons for the family, so if things aren’t quite right or sound different, it’s bc they’re my most developed family and it’s the way i’ve written them in canon verse!

SYLVIA CARMICHAEL - GRANDMOTHER

sylvia’s family are russian and came over to england after the war. her father was a general and her mother was a seamstress and she was raised in a very, very conservative and upper-class family. she went and studied at st andrews in edinburgh and that’s where she met hank carmichael, who her father always pushed her towards from the moment he knew of him. sylvia carries a lot of her family values and clashed with her GEN X kids because their ideologies were so different. for example, she sturggled edwin’s sexuality and oliver’s more liberal mannerisms. it doesn’t stop her from trying to “guide” her grandchildren.

HANK CARMICHAEL - GRANDMOTHER

hank was born and raised in england. his father was an extremely wealthy banker, his mother died when he was young but he never really thought about her because his father never spoke of her. he was raised mainly by his aunt while his father worked around the clock. they were an extremely wealthy family and when he was old enough, hank attended boarding school. he never really had parental guidance and his creativity always ran wild. he was trouble at school, but smart enough not to get caught. after he graduated from st andrews and moved in with sylvia, he invested his entire trust-fund into a book publishing business, which is still successful to this day. he’s a huge family man due to not having one when he was younger

second generation.

EDWIN CARMICHAEL

edwin is the oldest of sylvia’s and hank’s children and always worked hard to be a people pleaser. he was often referred to as the golden child and the absolute brightest star in his mother’s sky. from an early age, he showed interest in entertainment which hank inspired and supported.

things changed for edwin in the middle of high school when he decided to come out about his sexuality. he was severely bullied and his relationship with sylvia broke down. he STILL hasn’t got the best relationship with his mother, especially after he married his husband, but they stay civil for the rest of the family’s sake.

he now works in property and lost his confidence in acting when he was bullied.

OLIVER CARMICHAEL

SYNN’S CHARACTER, BUT HERE IS HOW I INTERPRET HIM. oliver is the second oldest child of sylvia and hank. he was rebellious from the start. he never enjoyed trying to live up to edwin’s golden standard, he hated the events and the social climbing. he just wanted to be a regular kid and have regular experiences, but it never happened for him. when he was 18, it hit him that he was an adult and sylvia and hank have 0 influence over him. he took his trustfund, travelled and got the hell out of violet springs. however, just like with everybody else, age caught him up and he ended up settling in london with a woman he met while backpacking in australia. he likes his children knowing their family, so he reluctantly shows up to family events but you’d never catch either of them in violet springs if they didn’t have to be.

JAMES CARMICHAEL

james is the middle child and arguably the most successful of the carmichael’s. he was never the favourite and had a streak in him that caused him to clash with hank from a young age. he was a loveable rouge who grew into a loveable white-collard criminal. he was smarter than he let on and had endless ambition. like edwin, he attended university but instead of picking a profession that hid away from his true ambition, he invested his entire trustfund into a studio in los angeles where he planned to make amazing films...it paid off. he married his wife (patricia) who he met when she worked as a set designer on one of his projects, but it wasn’t all happily ever after. james played around with money a little too much and tried to take out his competition in shady ways. this led to things getting too much for him and he faked his death almost a year ago. all of his family beside mason believe him to be dead.

JOHNATHAN CARMICHAEL

completely synn’s character, the father of theo

SINEAD CARMICHAEL

sinead was the only girl of five children and completely used it to her advantage. she watched the way her brother’s and father knew how to dominate rooms, conversations and other people. she grew up with the mindset that she could have absolutely anything she wanted, as long as she worked (or cheated) hard enough for it. sinead dropped out of school at 15 and almost gave her mother an hernia. she blew most of her trust fund on a sweet 16 and then a sweet 18, anything that was left went on her 21st. she’s a very “live in the moment” woman and cares little for consequences. she actually ended up teaming up with james and starring in a few of his earliest projects before becoming an actress in her own right. she’s blacklisted by a lot of hollywood producers for her refusal to submit and listen to direction. she’s head strong and does what she likes.

third generation.

RUBY ROSINI - ADOPTED DAUGHTER OF EDWIN.

when ruby was adopted by edwin, there was all round excitement from every single member of the family; a little, brown-eyed girl from italy arriving on their doorsteps. she was so different from the majority blue-eyed children who filled the family tree. the cousins all immediately became protective of her and loved getting to know who she was as a person. now they’re grown up, she’s viewed as a cousin and it’s easy to forget that she was ever adopted or came from anywhere else.

THOMAS CARMICHAEL - SON OF OLIVER

thomas is the oldest son of oliver and like his dad, he’s a bit of a free spirit but unlike his dad, he’s a lot more laidback and less likely to clash or argue with anyone. as far as carmichael’s go, he’s quite wholesome and kind and oliver will 100% say that it’s because he was raised away from the madness of their family. however, growing up away from the others isn’t as good in his eyes as it is in his dad’s. he often feels boring and on the outside, he will always do his best to fit in with the other guys and is easily manipulated. as a child, he got into trouble so many times from listening to the shit brody and leo used to tell him to do. even to this day, he’s overly loyal and attached to them because he’s desperate to feel a real part of the family.

KATELYN CARMICHAEL - DAUGHTER OF OLIVER

katelyn is the oldest of the third generation and oliver’s daughter. she’s blunt, witty and doesn’t mince her words. unlike most of the women in her family, she cares little for appearances or staying in certain social circles. she’s a drama teacher in a high school and enjoys living a normal life, but does dip into the funds of her family name every now and then to have a bit of fun. she’s a blast at family parties and everybody is always excited to see what scandalous or stupid thing she’ll do next to annoy her grandmother.

ANASTASIA CARMICHAEL - DAUGHTER OF JAMES

the oldest of james’ children and undeniably the real favourite. she’s an overachiever and type of girl who was good at everything in school and still is; she’s athletic, artistic, academic, a good mother, an amazing business woman, she’s smart, she’s intuitive, she’s healthy and rarely loses in competitions with her siblings or anyone else for that matter.

anastasia has her daughter, darcy, and is engaged to ryder banks. there’s no love there but like her grandmother, she understands the importance of appearances. you’d have to be crazy if you thought she hasn’t had a string of affairs and STILL has them. however, she also has standards and is very selective over who she lets get close.

darcy is her #1 priority and she’ll fight fiercely to make sure she always stays that way.

LEONARDO CARMICHAEL - SON OF JAMES

leo is james’ oldest son and again, like anastasia, kind of set the bar in the early days for the rest of his siblings. when it was the two of them and mason, everything was about leo and anastasia, they grew up in constant competition; leo tended to always fall short of his sister’s achievements. however, as they grew and the two of them came into their own, it was clear that leo was never going to be one to be in the shadows for too long - starting with gaining the attention from girls as he grew through high school. even girls in brody’s and miles’s year were heart-eyes over him and he was a few years older. yet, just like with the rest of his siblings, he was promised and later engaged to somebody that his father handpicked for him to ensure the carmichael wealth wouldn’t dwindle out and fall into the wrong, new money hands. OOC//i could write more but it doesnt feel right bc he’s now katie’s character. obviously i have my own ideas/fiancee for original leo!

MASON CARMICHAEL - SON OF JAMES

mason broke the trend of extroverted, go-getter type kids and ended up being the quietest and youngest of the bunch until miles was born. he was a big momma’s boy growing up, and even though he’s never really felt like the favourite, he always enjoyed the company of adults and quieter environments compared to his siblings who would thrive around kids of their own age. mason is wise beyond his years and it’s a running joke that he was supposed to be born first. he is the only one that knows james isn’t dead and was trusted with this information because even though brody was the favourite by a longshot, james knew mason would keep it quiet and be less affected by the secret. mason both hates and loves being a part of the carmichaels. he loves his family but also hates the madness that comes along with it.

BRODY CARMICHAEL - SON OF JAMES

brody never really had to work to be the favourite of his parents - he just is. he had the right amount of intelligence, cockiness and charm to keep adults on side throughout his whole life. ironically, out of everybody in the third generation, he’s probably the biggest fuck up too but the adults turn a blind eye to it because it’s him. a huge reason he’s favoured by james is because he was clearly enough for charles to allow him to marry his oldest daughter, disney. this was such a big deal for james because charles has a LOT of connections (shady and not shady) in the entertainment industry and he knew the merger between the companies would keep the carmichael legacy in tact for generations. brody usually rises to being the favourite and is slightly smug about it, but he also cracks the most under pressure and has had dozens of meltdowns over the span of his life growing up.

MILES CARMICHAEL - SON OF JAMES

miles is the youngest...son...of james. james has no idea that patricia had an affair and that miles isn’t actually his son. miles has always struggled severely with keeping up with his siblings. he developed common but crippling mental health issues in his pre-teen years such as depression and anxiety. it started with acting out and being a “problem child” but quickly developed in being too scared to leave the house. he locked himself away and wasted away his young years not really interacting with anyone outside of his immediate family. on top of that, he had he achievements of brody, mason, anastasia and leo to remind him of what a failure is...eventually he just stopped trying. these days his siblings are supportive and aware of how he can get. his cynicism is literally his humour and he’s just taking one day at a time.

BELLA CARMICHAEL - DAUGHTER OF JAMES

bella was dubbed the next brody. all of her siblings adore her and so do her parents and grandparents. she’s the second child who can do absolutely no wrong in anybody’s eyes. bella was a young star and worked in hollywood making tv cameos long before she started school. she had two lives; her school and dance life, and her celebrity life. she grew up with more life experience than other kids and this made her painfully cunning. she knew exactly how to get people on side and had whoever she wanted wrapped around her little finger. she and brody were hit hardest by james’s death. bella was all over the place and gained a little weight - something she wasn’t familiar with after being petite her whole life. she’s now just trying to stable herself again.

THEO CARMICHAEL - SON OF JOHNATHAN

SYNN’S CHARACTER

HERA CARMICHAEL-RUSH

hera is the middle child of sinead. she too is inteligent and calculated but she’s also the opposite of the james’s girls. hera has never worked a day in her life and has no intention to. she’s a socialite and just like her mother, does what she wants when she wants to. she lives off of mommy’s money (because her dad bailed on them and honestly, fuck him). hera also came out as bisexual at a christmas party because she knew it’d make sylvia uncomfortable. she’s a wind up and enjoys getting a rise out of people.

OPHELIA CARMICHAEL-RUSH

ophelia is old enough to remember the messy divorce of her parents and adopted her mother’s bad-ass and care free attitude towards it from that day on. she hates her dad for what he did to their family but doesn’t let it hold her back and when she turned 18, she took him to court to keep her name on the inheritance of his million dollar winery business...and won. she’s the trailblazer for her quieter and more introverted siblings. she’s someone who knows she’s gorgeous and uses her looks to her advantage.

LUNA CARMICHAEL-RUSH

luna has always been shy and hid behind the bolder personalities of her sister’s. she used to feel boring because of it but has quickly accepted that’s who she is and she’s happy with it. as she becomes 26, she’s starting to feel extremely embarrassed and insecure about her lack of experience with anybody. yet, her father walking out makes her find it hard to connect with and trust people. she has high standards and no standards at the same time and is really lost in terms of her romantic relationships. HOWEVER, she is thriving in her career and mason has featured her as an actress in many projects. she currently attends rosewell and enjoys the french culture.

DAMUS CARMICHAEL-RUSH

damus is a pastiche of every criminal and calculated act a carmichael before him has committed. he actively seeks out trouble and due to not being able to find his “place” in the family, he seems to like to win the affections of his elders by getting involved in dodgy dealings that they’ve set up - particularly those of james and johnathan. damus gets a rush out of being in on his family’s darkest secrets but he also feels like a spare part - the one who gets put into dangerous scenarios because the others are too precious to do so.

third generation age order: - katelyn - anastasia - leo - thomas - ophelia - mason - brody - hera - luna - ruby - miles - bella - damus

fourth generation (work in progress): - darcy and wren, children of anastasia - fleur and dixie, daughters of brody - victoria and peter, children of mason - jacob and harlow, son of theo

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okayoonoh · 4 years

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JOHNNY’S FAMILY

a/n: here is the second part! i’ll do my best to make it so you don’t necessarily have to read taeil’s part, but i mean, i don’t mind if you go and do that ...

here’s a link to the entire masterlist! again, the only other part is taeil’s so far so i mean... y’all should check it out :)

JOHNNY SEO:

he has three kids, 2 boys and 1 girl, in that order. noah seo is the oldest son, 4 years later, leo seo was born, 5 years later (when noah was 9 and leo was 5), luna seo, the youngest and only girl, was born.

NOAH SEO: >> as a baby <<

oh man, a cutie cutie cutie

like everyone was heart eyes over him when he was born

the second he was in your arms and johnny’s arms, he let out the cutest eye smile

he started his flirting career young

for example

noah would give you and johnny smiles

but then he starts to make y’all work for it a little bit more

like you have to work really hard to make him smile (like jumping, dancing, singing your heart out)

and maybe he’ll give you a small smile

but the second a pretty lady walks by, noah is all smiles

you and johnny are like ???

bc you’re out here dancing until you collapse

and noah won’t give you the time of day

but a pretty person walks by and noah is suddenly all smiles?

just a huge flirt from the second he could smile

he was a pretty active baby

ig kinda normal? like cried, pooped, threw tantrums, he wasn’t too much of a headache

kinda just the “normal” amount tbh

but like if y’all are in public and he starts to cry

but another pretty person walks by

he’ll literally suck it up

and like just stop crying

you and johnny are just so confused whenever this happens

anyway

he was just such a pretty baby growing up?

nothing would phase him too much tbh

is really cuddly (especially with yoojin)

>> as a child <<

literally the pretty boy of the class

grade wise? not good, not bad

just enough to pass, but not make anyone nervous lol

all of the girls think he’s so attractive

it all started in this stage

he’s really friendly and pretty kind

but

the second someone hurts one of his friends?

oh no

his other side comes out and it’s v v scary

like if someone was bullying moon yoojin, taeil’s oldest daughter

good luck

he flirts with anyone and everyone

he was born to flirt

he’s best friends with ten’s oldest son, kasem leechaiyapornkul (kaleb) (they’re born the same year)

when they’re together, they’re just like their dads

like from the second they started hanging out together, they started acting like their fathers when they would hang out together

it was weird dude

like genetics is crazy

they both can speak english and like refuse to talk to each other in anything other than english

kaleb teaches noah thai while noah teaches kaleb korean

they’re chemistry together is just so good

like they’re just crackheads vibing together

everyone knew that he would become a model when he grows up

at this stage, he doesn’t really want to be a model

he like wants to be a soccer player or something idk

but subtly, he always knew that he wanted to be a model

oh yeah, he was kinda a late bloomer in height terms

but like one summer later?

he suddenly grows like really really really tall?

and his voice gets really deep?

and everyone is so confused again

from that growth spurt, he just doesn’t stop growing

he’s not the type of guy that like if you ask “how tall are you?”

and he’ll say “180 cm but i’m still growing.”

nono

he’ll say “honestly i have no idea ? my mom knows i think…”

and he’s the type to like make a guess but he’s completely wrong

like “uhh I think I’m like 160 cm? idk…”

and you’re like “noah, my darling son, you are off by 20 cm….” (this is him entering his teen years but it makes sense to put this much in here)

he’s goofy and lovable (a little too lovable…)

>> as a teen/adult <<

still… a flirt.

even now, he’s still growing

he’s honestly like

just so handsome?

like all of the guys in the group look up to him

literally, he’s taller than his dad

like a good couple cm taller than his dad

he’s the oldest in the group so they all do look up to him

he’s pretty calm like taeil’s son, moon seojoon, but can be crazy and have fun when needed

he just gives off the high class vibes

he doesn’t mind, he does it because it’s just who he is

honestly, doesn’t have too many girlfriends in this stage because so many people just assume that he’s already dating someone or that he’s with yoojin

he is SUPER ULTRA PROTECTIVE of his baby sister, luna

and all of the rest of the babies of the group

he’s the tallest of the group so if anyone is scared in anyway, they go to him

and he’s not even like just skinny either

he’s BUFF bc he starts out his model career now

he still is very active and he loves to go to the gym

so like he’s kinda happy that he gets to do both of the things he loves/wanted to do

he’s just so handsome dude

like literally everyone wants him to model for their company

but he just signs off as an independent because yoojin advised him too

and he’s making so much bank this way

yoojin helped him out with getting a manager and stuff and then after he was sitting pretty, he was able to figure stuff out on his own

this is when he realized that yoojin liked him back lol

and he said full send

he shot his shot and it worked

really understands the model game well

like whenever he goes to do shows, people are always asking him for advice

to which his advice is either jokingly saying “honestly, just use the face you got. mine is already godly so i’m good”

or he’ll say crap like “i just think of food or like something i want right now and my emotions just through my face i guess? i’m not sure just think about things that make you happy.”

he’s really busy like all of the time

he tries to be like yoojin and make it to everything, but he has a hard time because he’s so busy

he is aware with what’s going on with everyone tho

if anyone needs advice, they know to come to him

he’s the best big brother of the group

he’s such a good, and handsome dude

LEO SEO: >> as a baby <<

he was a little bit on the dramatic side

like if he was remotely hungry, he’d cry

if all he wants is for you to pick up something he dropped, he’d cry

kinda cried a lot

sometimes, even if he was happy, he’d cry

just to establish his dominance in this family

he’d start crying and you and johnny are like

“we literally just fed you and we’ve been playing with you for the past hour, what’s wrong?”

and when y’all got a little frustrated, he’d just stop crying and start laughing

it’s almost as if he knew that he was pulling a prank on y’all or kinda just showing you his acting skills at an early age (he becomes an actor when he grows up)

he also was a really handsome fella growing up

like he was a really really really cute baby

if he wasn’t practicing his acting skills early on, he was playing with his brother

honestly, noah was really bad at playing with baby leo

noah was like “why can’t leo run yet?”

johnny’s like, “noah... leo can’t even lift his head on his own yet...”

leo loved his brother as a baby tho

whenever noah would come home from school, baby leo would be so freaking happy

honestly, leo was just another baby, just vibing as a baby, and loved to keep you and johnny on your toes

>> as a child <<

this is when he realized he wanted to be an actor

i swear, naming him leo was just a coincidence

he knew from the start that acting his what he wanted to do

any school play, he would get the lead

the second he learned how to read, he was reading scripts and plays and musicals

he loves watching movies and dramas with you and johnny from the start

he would want to start learning new languages at this age for the soul purpose of building his portfolio when he got older

you and johnny are like so shocked that he found out his calling at such a young age

and you guys think it’s a phase at first, but it’s really, really, really not

he sticks with it

he’s like his brother in which girls thinks he’s so cute

girls flirt with him too, but he just dramatically rejects them and they kinda get annoyed lol

best friends with jaemin’s twins, na jaeseok and jaehun (the twins are a week older than leo)

jaeseok and jaehun both want to get into acting/dancing too, so all of them just vibe together

they are all so talented, even from a young age

like it’s crazy

leo is like the leader of their group

but the twins still get lead roles too

like if leo doesn’t get the main role, one of the twins will

and it’s not competitive or negative between any of them at all

they all agree that they could get better

just positive vibes between these boys

>> as a teen/adult <<

he was scouted as soon as possible

he wanted to wait for his buddies tho

they got scouted soon tho, dw

they all go the same entertainment company because the actor boys unite

honestly a really scary group when they’re all together

they learned all of their manners from noah

they learned how to be crazy from kaleb

leo is a triple threat tho

he can act, he can sing, and he can dance

he learns how to dance with taeyong’s oldest son, lee youngchul

he already knew he could sing, but he does it more for fun

they have him sing for a role and everyone is like ??? what can’t you do?

oh, i can answer that for you lol

he cannot play sports

he can do gym stuff really well and like can do cardio and stuff really easily

but like

have him play soccer? oh no

he is pretty clumsy too

like on set, everyone has multiple sets of props because he always breaks stuff

don’t worry, he’s very apologetic about it

oh yeah, he’s also really tall

like not as tall as noah but taller than his dad

he is not like your pish posh actor

he’s like noah in the aspects that he loves to help people and he gives them bad advice from time to time

he’s such a good actor that they even send him to the states to act in several different movies

he’s so thankful that you taught him english while he was growing up

even tho he acts in western movies, he still prefers to act in dramas and korean movies

america falls in love with him tho

like an insanely handsome boy, who can sing, dance, and act?

oh and his brother is really hot too?

OH AND HIS SISTER IS A FREAKING GIRL GROUP IDOL

OH AND HIS DAD IS JOHNNY FREAKING SEO? LIKE LEO, YOU’RE SET

don’t think that he doesn’t develop his own self image

like he makes a name for himself

in the states/west, everyone learns leo first then learns the rest of his family

oh, just like noah, he’s ultra protective of his little sister

like when interviewers are like “so we hear you have a little sister?”

and he’s like “yes i do and yes she is single and she will remain that way until she is married.”

the audience always laughs when he says that and obviously he’s just trying to convey that he’s super ultra protective of his little sister

leo is just a really talented actor boy who lives up to his name.

LUNA SEO: >> as a baby <<

cute™

she is apart of the groups cute squad

she also is one of the princesses of the group

she’s been a daddy’s girl ever since the start

like johnny was really good at calming her down

don’t get me wrong, it isn’t that she didn’t love you

she just really wanted to be held by johnny

all of her uncles adored her for her adorable face

she had chubby little cheeks that anyone and everyone adored

she was definitely not angelic

she still gave you and johnny plenty of headaches

she cried a lot, but not as much as leo

at least, with luna, you guys knew how to calm her down

and she wouldn’t cry just to spite you guys lol

anyway

she was a very happy baby with the chubbiest cheeks

the whole family would do anything to make her smile because she was so gosh darn cute

like she was invited to do child modeling at stuff like that

which you guys did for simple things, but for major things like horror movies, you guys would never agree

you wanted her to have a good childhood and to like, not be demon possessed

she grew up well loved by her older brothers

they were so protective of her and even took care of her every need when necessary

like if you were busy cooking dinner or like doing some work and johnny was away at practice or at work, noah and leo would work together to take care of her

like noah would go and change her diaper while leo would go and get the wipes and do his best to get out the stuff to make formula ready

noah even knew what the temperature is suppose to be

she had a good babyhood and had her older brothers there to catch her when she falls

>> as a child <<

she still kept the happy vibes

like if i had to associate her with a color

it would be yellow

her favorite color is yellow

she’s best friends with taeyong’s youngest daughter, lee youngmi, and ten’s youngest daughter, amarin leechaipornkul (aria)

they all give off sunshine vibes together it’s just so cute

they like spread so much love and positivity, it’s just so much fun

the three of them are honestly like the powerpuff girls

like luna is like blossom

youngmi is like buttercup

while aria is like bubbles

their ages match up too lol

but as buttercup, luna is like the leader

she, like he brothers, is super talented with a lot of things

she realizes that she wants to be an idol like her dad

she doesn’t even want a major role like the lead singer or anything like that

she really just wants to be a visual

she’s already naturally good at dancing but she learns how to dance from youngchul around the same time that leo learned how to dance

she is pretty active

like she would RUN

just cause

when she was with her group tho? oh man

if only one dad was taking care of the three of them, it’s over

they’ll be so chaotic and everywhere

she is also obsessed with sweets

like cakes, candies, cookies, everything

when she’s with her brothers and dad, they’ll spend all of their money to buy her sweets

she’ll eat so much, then go and run, then throw up, then want to eat more sweets

she’s like pac-man but for sweets

you always dress her up in pretty outfits because it fits her vibe

she loves that you dress her up like that and she never really complains about any of the outfits you put her in

she loves to be held by her dad and her brothers because they’re all so tall and she wants to be tall by association

she’s spoiled, but it’s just because she’s so loved

>> as a teen/adult <<

her vibes didn’t change at all

she’s still sunshine and she’s still obsessed with sweets

she didn’t grow super tall like her brothers

like in comparisons to the giants of your children

luna is surprisingly really short

she doesn’t let that stop her tho!

like a lot of the things in your house are set to the top of the cupboards so it’s easier for the tall boys to reach

but if luna wants something from there, she’ll take care of it herself even if one of her brothers is in the kitchen and can easily do it themselves

she actually gets into a girl group and she does pretty well!

in her group, she’s the sunshine

like she’s probably not the maknae of the group

she takes good care of her younger members

but when everyone sees her with her older brothers

everyone is like

luna? she baby

she thinks taeil’s oldest, moon yoojin, is like the coolest person in the whole world

like she’s pretty close with yoojin

she honestly just wants to learn the most about yoojin and how she handles life

luna honestly is a self care goddess too

she’s like “y’know, the company wants me to lose weight, i said ‘yeah, i could lose some of the weight of the company that i’m carrying’.” *proceeds to eat 3 different bowls of ramen at once*

she doesn’t give a freak about the idol standards

she can take care of herself and she knew from the start that the company needs her more than she needs them

she releases skin care videos and all that

(she learns most of her skin care stuff from her uncle jaehyun)

and her skin is as clear as a summer sky in the great state of california

she’s so good with fans too

like she holds eye contact with them and everything

she isn’t that into aegyo because she just laughs everything off

she can be pretty sassy with her comments that she makes

especially with her brothers

she’s super sassy towards them

but they still protect her

she’s just a happy positive idol who is well loved by her family, friends, and her fans.

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johnny’s family just feels like a hella fun vibe tbh

i hope you guys liked it! taeyong’s babies are next!

- amy <3

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scandeniall · 4 years

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mirrors for friends ch//1

Pairing: TBD x reader (repost bc its not showing up in tags and ive had ppl check too sigh)

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Summary: Youre in a band, Mirrors For Friends with your college best friends Kuroo, Iwaizumi, and Atsumu. They're chaotic, your chaotic but you guys are on your way to the top together. Check a/n at end.

warnings: This IS multichapter. recreational marijuana mention. Everyone is over 21, tags will be added as needed but they're adults what do you expect.

wc: 1253

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Ch. 1 // Mirrors For Friends: The Intro

The air was a mixture of sounds. Instruments being prepped, jokes being thrown, random conversations and the occasional song that played in the background. Just another day in Mirrors For Friends, well for everyone except for you. Earplugs in and an eye mask on, you’d been laying on the dingy couch since you arrived at the bar hours prior. Of course you just had to get a migraine on a day where your band had a show. It was about two hours to showtime, and you were just as good as dead. For once, you were thankful that you had your bassist, Atsumu to cover at least some of your vocals.

Atsumu, Miya. The youngest member remains a complete pain in your ass, but you couldn't see your life without him in it. He was the life of the party, and had been your party buddy during your early 20s. The one always down for a good adventure. You could always rely on him to tell you the honest truth, although it had taken a while to get past his overly blunt nature. Once you did, you saw the resident “pretty boy” for the dork that he was. The one who gets pouts whenever the conversation is moving too fast and he can’t think of a retort fast enough. The one who absolutely melted at the sight of food and would even share some of his brother’s famous onigiri with you. When he's not plucking bass strings he works as an assistant volleyball coach for the local high school. Your love for your band mate had eventually replaced your first meeting with the basest. A meeting than ended in you wanting nothing more than to wipe his stupid smirk off with your fist. You had just started your second year of university, completely minding your business until a stray volleyball made its way to the back of your head. Before anyone could even apologize, you’d manage to throw a few curses at the group of rowdy boys. Your future band mate had come over to apologize but ended it with “maybe you should've been paying more attention.” After flicking him off you never thought you’d see him again, until you were formally introduced by none other than your drummer.

Hajime, Iwaizumi. The drummer of Mirrors For Friends. The oldest member of your quartet. There was only one year between you and him, but two years between him and Atsumu. Iwa, is the backbone of the band. The most responsible one, having taken care of a drunk you more times than you’d like to admit. If your feet were ever hurting, he’d be the one to give you a piggy back. He definitely looked the most bad ass of you all, with two sleeves of tattoos. Despite that he has a soft spot for the band. He's the most responsible of the band, but you learned that despite that nature, he knew how to have fun. He’d definitely supplied an underage you with alcohol before. When he’s not playing with the band, he's a tattoo artist, and has tattoo’d every member of the band multiple times. In fact, he was the only person you trusted to tattoo you. You’d met him midway through your first year of university, when he was an apprentice. Despite being 19, he’d already had a full sleeve and a shiny eyebrow piercing. In his attempts to calm you down, you learned that he was only a year above you. He was definitely more calming than the jerk that had dragged you to the tattoo shop in the first place. That person being your guitarist.

Tetsurou Kuroo, the guitarist of Mirrors For Friends. He was one of the first people you’d met in university where he ended up being your across neighbor. You’d had your door open in an attempt to get some air circulation in the stuffy dorm, when he noticed your guitar. Full of stickers, it looked used and he was curious. After, finding out the two of you had a common interest in music, the two of you became best friends. He’d ended up being the brother you never asked for. His teasing is similar to Atsumu, however he knew how to keep up. You two became nearly inseparable. He was the member you tended to confide in first, because it was just natural. The one always down to just vibe. You remember the many nights spent in private study rooms, just writing and talking music together. You quickly found out that his writing skills were incredible, not only that but he had the best ear for composing of any of your band mates. Some of your favorite pieces came from writing sessions with just the two of you. When he isn’t antagonizing your band, he works as a TA for a science class at your university. He decided about a year ago to go back to school for a higher degree in biochemistry.

Then there was you. Lead singer, keyboardist, and occasional guitar player when you felt like it. At 26, you’d been in the band since you were 20, and you wouldn’t change it for the world. You loved writing, you loved performing and you loved your boys. Even now when you could feel napkins that you had no doubt were greasy pizza stained ones being thrown at you. It took for the fifth one to hit your forehead to finally sit up, removing both your earplugs and eye mask. Groaning at the combination of fluorescent lighting and noise you shot death glares at your band mates. Who were all miraculously just standing next to one another, pretending to have just been doing nothing but talking. “Would you three do me a favor, and drive off a fucking cliff.”

“I told them to stop,” is what Iwaizumi said, but the smirk on his face said he played a role just like your other idiots.”

“Dude you threw the last one!” Kuroo chimed in.

“Yeah well Atsumu started it”

“What the fuck Iwa- selling me out”

If it weren't for the pounding behind your eyes you might’ve been amused and the usual bickering between the boys. Afterall, it was never serious. If only you could enjoy it.

“Would the 3 overgrown toddlers shut up.” Burying your face into your hand’s you felt the couch dip beside you in the now empty space, and another voice picked up from across the room.

“Yo- what's with the attitude today,” your bassist questioned. He had settled himself on a smaller couch, eyes narrowed on your miserable form. Once he heard the mention of a migraine, his gaze softened. “Tsumu, I’m gonna need to to sing a little more today alright. '' The younger boy nodded, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. He mentioned something about going to look for a pen and paper, so you two could outline a plan and to make sure you had a stool for tonight.

“You wanna go smoke? It should help a little,” the body next to you moved and you looked up to see Kuroo, offering a hand.. “It’s a spot in the shade out back, c’mon.” You took the hand and before you could head out your last bandmade stopped you.

“I have enough time to go pick up some Advil and maybe some caffeine. Don’t smoke too much, you know how strong Kuroo’s shit is. We still have a show tonight.”

“Don’t worry daddy Iwa, I’ve got our beloved lead singer. We’ll be fine.”

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a/n: alright so i’ve been inspired by samwrites Elixir (which YES 100000/10 recommends) AND sam has had an anon talking band au’s lately AND i saw a msby band au edit on twitter so i cracked out my keyboard.

ok but seriously, idk which guy im gonna end up doing so for now itll just be band dynamics, and then whoever sparks my interest or whoever is voted on after a few parts will win. I did a randomizer, got a winner and started but then started feeling the other possibilities. Anyways whoever is not the chosen ones its just friendship, no love triangles and shit. But whoever wins, just know I have a potential plot for ALL ((((im just too un-dedicated and busy with summer college courses to actually fully commit to all of them)))

lastly, this is me again experimenting w/ diff ways of writing so bare with me AND if anyone cares i could make a taglist.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu imagines #hq x reader #atsumu x reader #kuroo x reader #iwaizumi x reader #hq imagines #mirrors for friends

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Time for a story - Lost Canary

Beware! This is not a LL/BC fic!

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Drumming her fingers onto the steering wheel nervously, Felicity glanced at the time display of her dashboard. There had been a time in her life when she had never been late. She had always been on time because she had been well-organized and a hundred percent responsible when it came to any agreements. Then she had met Oliver and it had turned her life completely upside-down.

Felicity grinned to herself. Oliver loved to accuse him of infecting him with her babbles from time to time, so she loved teasing him with his infectious tardiness. In reality, it was a little different. Oliver babbled from time to time because he felt so utterly comfortable around her. Felicity couldn’t make it in time anymore because arranging a schedule around raising five kids, enjoying her marriage, leading a multi-billion-dollar cooperation, doing charity and saving the city just wasn’t that easy.

Despite all the changes in her life and her inability to make it in time a lot of times, Felicity wouldn’t want her life to be any other way. Every part of her life, as time consuming as each one was, was incredibly important to her. She couldn’t give up any of that. She would never give up on her children, and she needed Oliver like the air to breathe. Working at QI gave her life as it stimulated her intellect. Using so much of the money on charity made her feel good because she knew she could never spend all this fortune on herself. Making sure that this city was going to be a safer place was what let her sleep peacefully at the night.

She just couldn’t give up on any of those things. If that meant that she had to accept being late a lot of times and arranging her life around this crazy schedule she had put on herself, so be it. She’d do it because it was the life she had chosen and would continue to choose.

Parking the car in a free parking lot in front of Emmy’s dance school, Felicity shot another look at the time. She was already ten minutes late which wasn’t good. She preferred to be late to business meetings or even charity occasions, but never to anything that concerned the kids. They were the most important people, the ones she never wanted to be late for.

As Felicity got out of the car, another car stopped in the parking lot right next to hers. Frowning, she watched Oliver getting out.

“What are you doing here?” she asked. “It’s my turn to pick up Emmy from her ballet lessons. Besides, you were supposed to be in that meeting to talk about some budgeting decisions.”

“The meeting was canceled, so I drove home to change and decided to pick up Emmy, so you didn’t have to stress yourself out,” Oliver explained and pointed his thumb to the back of the car, “Addie decided to come with me.”

Felicity shot a look to the back of Oliver’s car where Addie was sitting in her children’s seat indeed. Through the darkened window panes, Felicity couldn’t see much, but it looked like Addie was wearing some kind of costumes. Feathers were moving on top of her head whenever the toddler moved.

Looking back at Olive, Felicity frowned. “Why didn’t you text me, and why are you five minutes late if you had so much time?”

“I am not late but ten minutes early since the lesson takes fifteen minutes longer today for whatever reason,” Oliver said, “and of course I texted you.”

“I didn’t receive a text,” Felicity said, starting to fish for her keys in her purse, “I mean I checked my phone regularly because there can always be reschedules, but- Oh, there it is!”

Puckering her lips, Felicity read Oliver’s short text.

O: Meeting was canceled. I will pick up Emmy, so don’t stress yourself out. Love you.

Felicity lifted her gaze and smiled at Oliver innocently. Dropping her phone into her purse, she crossed the distance towards her husband and pulled at the lapels of his leather jacket. Their lips met in a gentle kiss.

With all the chaos that seemed to surround them most times, Felicity and Oliver always made sure that they kissed each other when they saw each other again and said their I love yous before they parted ways. They knew better than most people that life was short and it could end anytime, so they couldn’t miss an opportunity to show their feelings to one another.

Their kiss was interrupted ungently when Addie opened the door of the car and hitting it right into Oliver’s back. Groaning slightly, he turned his head back over his shoulder. Addie smiled sweetly and somewhat apologizing and it was enough to make Oliver forget everything.

“Done waiting in the car?”

“Yes,” she replied and hugged Felicity’s legs, “hi, mommy.”

“Hi, Baby,” Felicity replied and tugged at some curly strands of hair came out from under the feather-cap, so Addie lifted her gaze and smiled at her mother, “what are you wearing?”

Felicity could feel Oliver’s eyes on her at the choice of words. He probably remembered as well as she did how he had asked her the same question once upon a time. His voice had been a lot darker though, even filled with a little bit of desire as he might have been a little turned on by her appearance although they hadn’t been dating or anything like that.

A warm shiver ran down the length of Felicity’s spine. What she and Oliver had now had started long before they had gotten married or before she had ambushed him with the decision that they would be together now whether he thought he was ready or not. It had started even before they had had their first date that had exploded before they had had a chance to try their lasagna. It had started in the bunker between catching criminals and forming their team of heroes.

“Tilly and Tally been at daycare.”

“Tilly and Tally have been at daycare?” Felicity asked. “Wow, that must have been excited.”

Addie nodded her head, proving that she was more than happy to have been in daycare today. Although they had Raisa, the Millie and Addie were going to daycare once to trice each week. That way, they had an opportunity to form friendships with other kids their age before they would be sent to kindergarten in a couple of days. Sometimes, like today it seemed, the daycare invited some special guests. Today they had probably invited the two old ladies that always dressed up and played the characters Tilly, the canary, and Tally, the cat, who were best friends.

“And where did you get that very cool costume?”

“From Tilly!” Addie exclaimed. “Everyone got a costume.”

“And now she will never ever take it off again,” Oliver whispered, “ever.”

Felicity exchanged a meaningful gaze with Oliver. Addie wasn’t their first child that had threatened to never ever get out of an outfit again. Last year, Millie had received a pair of pink gumboots with unicorns on them, and she had refused to take them off. She had even worn them in bed.

“Do I look like a canary, mommy?”

“Absolutely,” Felicity agreed, nodding her head, “you look exactly like a canary. If you want an expert’s opinion on that, maybe you should ask Aunt Laurel.”

“Because she’s the Black Canary,” Addie whispered so quietly that nobody but Felicity and Oliver could hear her, “right?”

Felicity nodded her head and winked at her youngest daughter. Since Addie seemed to be excited about that idea, Felicity would text Laurel on their way home. That way Laurel was warned about the visit later today, and she could already figure out a reason why it was important that Addie took off her costume before bed tonight. Maybe the feathers needed some rest or something.

As they went inside the school building now, Addie was walking between her parents. Her right hand was safely tugged into Oliver’s fingers, while Felicity was holding her right hand. Addie enjoyed the safety of being held by her parents like that visibly. She was swaying her arms and her parents’ arms back and forth happily.

The dance class was still going when they arrived. Oliver, Felicity and Addie pushed into the room quickly and sat down on one of the benches for visitors. Emmy discovered them there immediately, waving her hand. When they waved back, she beckoned for Addie to come and join them.

“Can I?” Addie asked, turning her head back to look at her mother. “Please.”

“Sure,” Felicity replied, “just let me take of your shoes and jacket.”

As soon as Felicity had pulled the boots from Addie’s feet and she had slipped out of her jacket, Addie ran to join her sister at the ballet bar. Watching the two of them, Felicity slid close to Oliver and rested her head on his shoulder. Quiet moments like these were her favorite, especially after chaotic days like today.

“I have looked into the data we have gathered about the Triad,” Felicity whispered, not lifting her head from Oliver’s shoulder, “and I think I have narrowed the number of possible next targets down to three. I have put all three of them under surveillance.”

Oliver turned his head to place his lips against the crown of her head. Felicity sighed contently, leaning even more against Oliver’s side. If it wasn’t for him, she was sure that her chaotic and stressful life wouldn’t work as well as it did right now. Somehow, they always managed to accommodate all the different things they had to do.

“Thank you,” Oliver whispered, “between all the meetings you had today, I guess that cost a lot of energy.”

Felicity shrugged her shoulders. “That way, we have tonight all for ourselves.”

At that, Oliver started to listen attentively it seemed. He straightened up a little, tightening his arm around Felicity’s waist at the same time.

“Do you have any suggestions what we could do with our time?”

“Oh, I have a lot of ideas.”

“Really?” Oliver’s hand started drifting down her waist towards her hip. “Like what?”

Felicity angled her head back to look at Oliver. She knew exactly what ideas he had in mind for the night, and she couldn’t say that was disinclined to agree with his plans. If her core was asked, she should probably take Oliver to some dark equipment room and let him take her right here. That was how hot she still was for her husband.

Still, she had different plans for tonight.

“Sleep,” Felicity told him, “I really, really want to sleep.”

Oliver chuckled and pecked her lips. They lingered against hers for a moment, and his fingers brushed against the edge of her jaw. When he pulled back, his eyes were sparkling with amusement.

“Sleep sounds great.”

Felicity nodded her head. “It really does, doesn’t it?”

Chuckling, Oliver leaned in to kiss her once more. Before their lips touched, Ms. Voronov ended the class, thanking all participants for giving their best and applauding their progress. Oliver scrunched up his nose, probably about to complain that the class should have last a minute longer, but Felicity just pecked his lips briefly and got up.

“Mommy!”

Felicity chuckled as she saw Addie trying to imitate the movements she had just learned. She might not look as gracious as her older sister yet, but she could probably join a younger class if she wanted to. So far, Addie had never really shown any interest at ballet. Since she was turning three in less than two months, maybe she was just discovering this hobby for herself.

“You two look great,” Felicity told the kids, “in a couple of years, you can probably dance in Swan Lake.”

“Maybe we can go one down and start with the summer performance.”

Surprised, Felicity turned around to see Mrs. Voronov stepping towards her. The ballet teacher was already in her fifties, but her eyes exuded something very young. There was also a warmth that took away from the strict appearance that was created by her slim figure and the tight bun she had put her hair in.

“Mrs. Voronov, hello,” Felicity said, shaking her hand, “thank you for your class. Emmy loves to be here.”

“I am very glad to hear that.” Mrs. Voronov smiled. “Mrs. Queen, Mayor Queen, I wanted to talk to you about our summer event.”

Oliver stepped right next to Felicity, shaking the ballet teacher’s hand too before he nodded his head for her to tell them what she wanted to say.

“Emmy has got a real talent here,” Mrs. Voronov explained with a look at where Emmy was now trying to teach Addie how to look even more gracious while dancing, “and she is a really compliant student which makes her one of my best in this group.”

Felicity and Oliver exchanged a proud smile. All parents certainly loved to hear that they children were doing great in school or at their hobbies or whatever. It was just a good feeling to know your child had found something they were good at. Every child needed to experience something like that.

“We’ve got a big summer show,” Mrs. Voronov continued, “where my older classes are performing together for one big story. I always invite some of my best younger students to take some smaller roles. We have already started training, but I still have two roles to assign. I would like Emmy to take one of the roles.”

“That sounds great,” Oliver said, “really great actually.”

“Absolutely,” Felicity agreed, “have you already told Emmy?”

“No,” Mrs. Voronov replied, shaking her head, “because I always talk to the parents first. Taking part in this summer show means that Emmy would have to come to additional training lessons, even at the weekends, and she would have to be in Starling the entire August which is when we will perform.”

Oliver and Felicity exchanged a long gaze. Mrs. Voronov’s words proved that there was a lot of work ahead of them. Emmy would need her parents’ support to make it work, and they had to work one more thing into their busy schedules. They wouldn’t be the good parents they were if they let that take away a chance like this.

“I think the only person who can decide this is Emmy,” Oliver said, “so I guess it’s best if we just ask her.”

Felicity nodded her head and looked at where Emmy was still trying to teach Addie. The girls seemed to have so much fun that Felicity honestly considered getting a ballet bar for their playroom. There was so much room there that this might be a great addition. Maybe Millie or Tommy would like to try ballet too.

“Emmy,” she asked, reaching out he hand for Emmy, “come here please.”

Emmy left Addie’s side and quickly ran towards her parents. Felicity pulled her in front of her, so her back was pressed to Felicity’s front. She put her hands to her daughter’s shoulders and looked at her. Emmy angled her head back as much as possible, frowning slightly.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, frowning slightly. “Am I in trouble?”

“No,” Felicity replied with a chuckle, shaking her head, “there is actually something good happening here because Mrs. Voronov would like you to become a part of her big summer show.”

“Really?” Emmy asked, and her excitement was written all over her face. “But only older kids are allowed to take part.”

“I always have some smaller roles for my younger students,” Mr. Voronov told her, “and I really think you are the right match.”

“That is so cool, I-“

“Before you agree,” Oliver hurried to say and crouched down a little, so his eyes were on one level with Emmy’s, “I want you to think about this carefully. If you agree to this, there is a lot of work ahead of you. You have to be very disciplined, and you cannot just give up. People will count on you to do this, so have to try your best. Can you do that?”

Emmy thought about it carefully, making Felicity smile. Of course Emmy wouldn’t make a rushed decision if Oliver told her to think about it carefully. Emmy might be excited, but she knew what a big decision this was.

“I want to do it,” Emmy said eventually, looking right at Oliver, “and I will always give my best.”

“If that is what you want,” Oliver said and kissed her cheek, “then I already know that you will be great.”

“Thanks, Daddy.”

Felicity squeezed Emmy’s shoulders, making her daughter look at her. She leaned down and kissed Emmy’s lips then. It was all Emmy needed to know that she had both of her parents’ support for this.

“I will send you the training and show plan via email,” Mrs. Voronov said with a smile before she turned to Emmy, “welcome to the team, Emmy.”

“Thank you.”

Mrs. Voronov left them alone to talk to some other parents. While Oliver straightened up, Emmy stepped away from Felicity to turn around and look at both of their parents.

“This really is a big deal,” she said, putting her hands to her hips and taking a deep breath, “a really big deal.”

Oliver nodded his head and put his hand to her shoulder. “You can do this. Mrs. Voronov wouldn’t have chosen you otherwise.”

“I know,” Emmy said, “but I really think I need pizza to get over this shock and celebrate it too. I just really need pizza.”

Oliver turned his head, looking at Felicity with an expression she knew all too well. He blamed her for their daughter’s request for junk food when they all knew that he had probably planned some healthy dinner already. Felicity lifted her hands in a sign of innocence. If Oliver’s facial expression was any indication, he didn’t believe he.

“It wasn’t mom’s idea,” Emmy said, leaning against Oliver’s legs, “I just really want pizza today. Please, daddy, please!”

Felicity rolled her lips into her mouth to bite back her amused laughter. Emmy was really good at coaxing Oliver into doing whatever she wanted. All kids had that talent, and Felicity wasn’t immune of it either. Luckily, Oliver was at the receiving end of Emmy’s angel’s eyes right now though. That she was calling him daddy instead of dad helped to make him crumble instantly. Felicity could see it in Oliver’s eyes.

“Okay, fine,” he said with a groan, “but just today.”

“Thank you, daddy,” Emmy said, “you are the best.”

Again, Oliver just grumbled at that before he turned away. As soon as his back was turned towards them, Felicity held out her flat hand for Emmy. Grinning, Emmy gave her five. They really were a great team when it came to making sure they got their good junk food.

“Now, let’s get Addie and go home to your siblings, so we can take all their orders and-“

When Felicity noticed the expression on Oliver’s face, she stopped. Frowning, she followed his gaze through the dance hall, but there was nothing to be seen there. There was nothing that caught Felicity’s attention or alarmed her in any way.

“What’s wrong?” Felicity asked. “What’s going on?”

“Can you see Addie?”

The question made Felicity’s heart jump up into her throat. She grabbed Emmy’s hand and pulled the girl closer to herself instantly as she was looking around to find her youngest daughter. Between all the little girls that were dressed in their training outfits, it should be easy to find Addie. She significantly smaller than all the other girls, and her yellow costume caught attention easily.

With racing heart, Felicity realized that Addie just wasn’t here. Panic flooded every cell of her body. Her throat felt tight, unable to take in a breath. Her thoughts were spinning, so many ideas of what might have happened already playing out in her head.

Oliver turned around to Felicity, looking at her with what she guessed was supposed to be a comforting or at least a calming gaze. Still, Felicity could see his own turmoil through it because she just knew Oliver like that. She knew that he was just as nervous as she was. Their lives were dangerous, and their kids were more endangered of getting abducted than other kids were. They were rich. Oliver was the mayor. They were vigilantes.

“I will search the rest of the building,” Oliver said, “you go outside and check there.”

Felicity nodded her head. “I will take Emmy with me.”

“Okay.”

They both moved at the same time. While Oliver was running out of the hall and down the hallway, Felicity hurried towards the exit. Her fingers were tightened around Emmy’s hand firmly as she pulled her with her.

“Mom, where’s Addie?” Emmy asked worried, having caught up to the fact that her little sister had been nowhere to be seen. “She was here a minute ago.”

“I know,” Felicity replied, trying to hide her nervousness, “so she is probably somewhere around here. Maybe she lost sight of us and tried to search for us.”

“We will certainly find her.”

“Yes, of course we will.”

Although Felicity tried her best to sound hopeful, she doubted that it was enough to convince Emmy. The little girl was smarter than to ask any more questions though. She knew the situation wasn’t an easy one. After all, Emmy had been abducted before too.

A cold shiver ran down the length of Felicity’s spine as she thought about the two times that Emmy had been abducted. The first time, she had still been in Felicity’s belly, the one place where kids were supposed to be safe. That other time, she had been with Felicity, and still they had been in the hands of criminals.

Felicity had lived through being abducted a couple of times now, but it had never been as bad as the one time that Emmy and Tommy had been taken too. Watching out for your own life was hard. Watching out for your children’s life was something entirely else. Everything was more intense when it was about the kids.

That Addie was nowhere to be found outside didn’t help Felicity to relax the least. There were so many possible threats to their family that number of suspects was almost uncountable. She would have to mobilize every force she could to find Addie if she wasn’t going to show up here magically. She would mobilize the team as well as their friends from Starling City. She would ask Bruce to help and bring everyone with a little experience in this business from Gotham too. She’d ask for Supergirl to come help. Anatoli would have to-

“Mom, your phone!”

Felicity flinched at the loud tone of Emmy’s voice. She had been so deep in thought that it cost her a moment before she realized that Emmy was talking to her and probably had been talking to her for a while.

“What?” Felicity asked.

“Your phone beeped,” Emmy replied, “you got a text.”

Taking Emmy’s hand from her left to her right, Felicity pulled her phone from the pocket of her coat and checked for any new texts. She had indeed received a text by Oliver that made her heart jump up into her throat once more before she opened it.

O: Found her! Come to room 25.

“Daddy found Addie,” Felicity said with a sigh of relief and felt like a burden of several tons was taken off her shoulders, “do you know where room twenty-five is?”

“Of course,” Emmy replied immediately, “come on.”

With just as quick steps as Felicity had hurried outside before, Emmy was taking her back in now. She dragged Felicity through several hallways and some stairs up until Felicity could finally see Oliver.

“Where is she?” she asked when she couldn’t see Addie. “Where is-“

“Here,” Oliver said, beckoning for the two of them to come closer, “you gotta watch this.”

Only once they arrived at Oliver’s side, Felicity dared to let go of Emmy’s hand. She looked at Oliver, still not understanding what got him to be so relaxed already. He nodded his chin towards the glass wall they were standing in front of. Frowning, Felicity turned her head-

And finally got what got Oliver to be so amused.

Addie was standing in the middle of an adult dance class. Everyone, including the instructor, was standing around Addie, watching what she was doing and imitating her movements. When Addie stood there with widened legs, bending her knees and alternating what foot to put her weight on, all of them did the same. When Addie moved her butt in tiny circles, everyone else did too. When Addie tried to do some Yoga position that she must have caught up somewhere, the entire class mimicked her movements.

That Addie was still wearing that yellow costume that was made of so many feathers just added something to the funniness of the picture in front of Felicity. A toddler instructing an adult dance group was funny already, but a toddler in a canary costume instructing an adult dance group was just beyond hilarious.

After those last minutes of shock, the laughter that fell from her lips now felt incredibly good to her. It washed over her and took away all the stressful feelings she had gathered before.

“Addie can train me at home now, so I am really fit for the summer show, or she can offer a class here while I am training,” Emmy said with an amused chuckle, “Addie-Dancing.”

“I am sure people will take kindly to it,” Felicity agreed, “I mean just look at this.”

Addie was doing some weirdly wrenching movements with her arms now. No matter how hard it looked to mimic what she was doing there and how ridiculous it looked, the class managed to do the same.

It was obvious how much Addie enjoyed this, and Felicity couldn’t hold it against her. Just watching her was already a joy.

“Maybe we should do dance classes at home,” Felicity suggested, bumping her hip against Oliver’s playfully, “what do you say?”

It was meant as a joke since Felicity knew that Oliver didn’t like to dance and doing whatever it was that Addie was trying to teach the class inside was probably even more horrifying for him. Looking at Oliver, Felicity could see him considering this though. When it came to the kids, he was doing a lot of things he had never thought he would do after all.

Chuckling, Oliver replied, “Hey, if she is our instructor, I am willing to try.”

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ofkelsi · 5 years

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[ natalia dyer, twenty-three, cisfemale, she/her ] ━ did y'all see [ kelsi phillips ] walkin’ into [ galaxy drive in? ] they’ve lived in frostford for [ twenty years, ] and you can catch ‘em around town working as a [ kindergarten teacher ]. I reckon they’re pretty [ benevolent & nurturing ] but I hear they can also be kinda [ impatient & rambunctious. ] if ya see ‘em around, be sure to say hi. ━ [ car accident, nightmares. ]

CHILDHOOD years --

kelsi anne phillips was born on october 31st 1995 to faye allen and seth phillips. seth was born and raised in frostford until he turned seven and his dad got a job out of state in texas--which happened to be a great move because he met faye at their new church.

best friends since they met, faye and seth finished high school and moved to college station, texas where they both attended texas a&m university. faye had taken a year off before going to college to be with their newborn baby girl and get their apartment all settled.

kelsi anne spent the beginning of her childhood either in a classroom where her mama was learning or at the old woman next door’s apartment while both her parents were at class or at their jobs. she doesn’t remember much from these years, but the smell of snickerdoodles always remind her of baking with the woman next door.

( CAR ACCIDENT TW ) when she was three going on four, her parents and her were in the car on the way back to houston to visit their parents when tragedy struck. their car was hit head on by someone who ran a red light. young kelsi suffered minor scarring and a wrist fracture, but both of her parents died due to injuries from the collision. ( END TW )

custody of kelsi was given to seth’s parents ( susanna & darwin phillips ) as her mother’s parents ( elaine & sean allen ) were still raising three children of their own ( her aunts & uncle -- the youngest of which is three years older than kelsi ). soon after, the phillips’ moved back to frostford with their granddaughter. -- kelsi kept in touch with her mother’s parents over the years and often visited them on major holidays with her grandparents.

the first few months were rough, however the next year once kelsi started kindergarten things opened up. she was a pretty happy kid. i’d describe her as that kid who hated seeing people upset and would do something to see them smile. like go to the flower shop and pick up a flower for them and leave it anonymously on their locker the next day just bc she wanted to see people happy.

was a sporty kid, played softball and soccer. she was on teams in elementary school, except once it got more competitive her grandmother had to talk her out of going out for the team.

kelsi is very competitive and like even at a young age was that #alot to handle. like, she still needs to check herself even playing board games because she will like get all amped up and ready to go.

oftentimes she was told to sit still in class. would be found tapping her foot on the floor or clicking her pen. she’s just antsy and needs to fidget a lot of the time. she’s gotten better at that ( once again, it has to do with being older ) but she never uses pens with caps just because she prefers the clicky pens.

TEENAGE years --

once she got into middle school kelsi was focusing more on academics. she’d always been good with school work, but her focus was always popping into several different places. she’d often be found reading outside books in classes or working on the nights homework at her desk.

she also started becoming more and more opinionated around these years as well ( late middle school - high school ). kelsi isn’t afraid to speak her mind and stand up for herself or others.

once punched lance mccallum in the face after he grabbed her ass during the party homecoming weekend her freshman year of high school. except, most people only remember the fact that she punched him, not what led up to it.

involved in peer tutoring programs throughout high school. it was also a way to help her make money once she got old enough to do it outside of the after school program.

part of me says she gives off student body president vibes but i also know she would not cope well with that pressure because she’d want to please everybody and know it’s not possible. so she was probably just like one of those popular smart kids.

was part of a lot of after school activities, simply because she liked being busy. but she’s also restless so sometimes she’d leave meetings for the clubs in the middle of it. it was nothing personal, she just needed to be up and on her feet doing something else with her attention span. but she always apologized after the fact.

( NIGHTMARE TW ) she started having really bad nightmares around the middle of high school. she’d always had nightmares, bad ones, even as a kid but for some reason they got worse over the years and several times in high school she woke her grandparents up with her nightmares. which she always felt guilty about but they always told her it wasn’t an issue. ( END TW )

CURRENT(ISH) years --

kelsi was really torn about going away to college or going somewhere close to home. in the end, her choice was made for her based on the program she wanted and she went to ‘bama to pursue childhood education.

she wound up commuting a lot of weekends and coming home often, so it wasn’t even like she was really gone. there was a gap during her sophomore/junior year where she wasn’t home a bunch and that would be due to her breakup with her then boyfriend. she just didn’t want to be around town as much and see him around. ofc, she got over that and has since powered through ( i mean, she’s back here obviously ).

kelsi went for a five year program, immediately going to graduate school after her college graduation in order to get her teaching certificate. she’s certified in early childhood/childhood education ( pre-k through 6th grade ).

during college kelsi was living in an apartment with a couple of friends, splitting the rent on the place a couple of ways was easier. plus, she had tried living on campus her first semester and had an awful experience so she made some friends and wound up living with them the rest of her time there.

she’s got her first teaching job this year at the elementary school. she taught before, but as a co-teacher while she was going to grad school. this is her first year in charge of her own classroom and she’s excited as heck to be working with kindergartners. she loves those tiny tots so freakin much!

her favorite place has always been the drive in, just bc she loves movies a lot. plus, the drive in is much better than sitting in a movie theater and she will go to the mat on that opinion any day.

her grandparents retired and moved to a small retirement community/senior center area not too far from town. and they gave their house to kelsi, since she’s their only grandchild and they could afford to continue paying for the house utilities as well as their new place.

she’s got a year old mini goldendoodle named smee and he’s the light of her life. she has a picture of him on her desk in the classroom.

CONNECTIONS --

i do not yet have a connections page for kelsi but here’s some ideas

a best friend/ride or die that they’ve been friends since they were kiddos and they just really *clutches heart* love and support each other in every aspect of life.

maybe some cousins or something from town! i think the phillips fam has been in frostford for a while in my mind, there’s a chance she’s got some fam in town.

she’s friendly so she’d probably have a lot of good friends and stuff.

an unlikely duo which would be fun. it would probably be someone who’s a bit harsher than kelsi is. she’s got her moments, but she’s an all around happier person so someone who balances her out in that aspect.

a first kiss/childhood crush maybe?

plots with her coworkers at the elementary/middle school

friends turned to enemies & enemies turned to friends

like this or message me for plots okay ily thanks for reading this bye

#ت ━━ out of char ❜#car accident tw #death tw #nightmares tw #frostfordintro

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livvywrites · 5 years

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tmq next gen [1]

okay okay okay

i’ve been thinking ‘bout them a lot so, i’m gonna introduce you guys to the theoretical next gen of the TMQ characters. (i say theoretical bc depending on how the stories evolve as i write them, these may change. but in my mental universe??? these are their babies.)

I’m starting with the Mynerva kids, ‘cause Tali & Nora end up having the most children! Under a cut bc long :D

[please note: surnames may change depending on the direction the later books go in! however, for now, i’m using current surnames :)]

Manon Mynerva

Parents: Talitha Jade (father) & Alinora Mynerva (mother). She was their first child, and one they debated about having for many years. Manon calls Tali, “Maman”, though she eventually shortens it to “Ma.” Alinora, on the other hand is, “Mom” or “Mommy.”

Appearance: Her face and eye shape are all Talitha. She also has the same thick and curly blonde hair. However, she has Alinora’s gold-green eyes and pointed ears.

Personality: She was always a quiet kid growing up--much like her Mom. Manon enjoyed playing with her dolls, dressing up, and reading. (And being read to.) She also enjoyed classical dancing. She displays neither of her mom’s penchant for recklessness and self-endangerment--something both of her parents, and all of her aunts and uncles, are thankful for.

Trivia:

Talitha was the one who named her. Manon means “wished for child” and has it’s bases in French. (Which. Talitha is fantasy French, so!)

Her original name was Narcisse Desiree (narcissistic desire) before I found Manon, liked the meaning better, and changed it.

Aishlynn was her favorite aunt, to Talitha’s chagrin. She spent a lot of time with her, especially in her teenage years.

Talitha & Alinora’s romance was originally a much slower burn, and Manon was going to be Alinora’s stepdaughter, rather than biological daughter. However, I have realized that the story can be condensed from it’s original version, and as such, their slow burn romance is... still slow burn, but less so. (Feel free to ask me about it if you want.)

Manon is bisexual. She never came out to her parents per se. One evening she was talking about a girl she had a crush on, a few months after she’d been enamored with a boy. She dated sparingly in her teen years--a couple of boys and one girl--and then a bit more in college. However, as of the moment, she has yet to find “the One.”

She shares her Ma’s love of magic and history. However, rather than pursue the active career her Ma had, Manon teaches Magical Theory at a prestigious university.

Her Hogwarts house would be Ravenclaw, though she would also do well in Slytherin.

Sean Mynerva

Parents: Talitha Jade & Alinora Mynerva. Sean was adopted, when he was about four years old. Neither Talitha nor Alinora intended to adopt him, but as soon as they saw him, they knew that they had to.

Appearance: He keeps his dark brown hair cropped short, often in an undercut-a bit like his Ma. He has dark blue eyes. Light to medium brown skin. A couple of beauty marks on his face. Despite not being their biological child, he shares the same mischievous eye glint that Talitha has, and Alinora’s crooked smile.

Personality: As a child, Sean is very carefree and mischievous, playing pranks on his mother’s and older sister, and getting into trouble with his cousins. (Particularly Evie.) As he grows older, however, Sean also grows more responsible. While he still has a mischievous streak, and is a prime jokester, he grows more sedate, turning quiet and observant.

Trivia:

Sean was originally to be the oldest of Alinora & Talitha’s shared children. He was also going to be--and still might be--quite a bit younger than Manon.

Sean loses sight in his left eye after a dangerous stunt during a trip with friends. The eye eventually turns a milky white, but he rarely covers it with an eyepatch, instead leaving it open.

He’s trans! He comes out to his parents at about 11 or so, but they had some suspicions long before that. When he was in his early to mid teens, he started on T, or the Eldoran equivalent. He waited until he was in his early 20′s to have top surgery, however.

Sean is also pansexual, and like Manon, never actually

He goes on to become a rather influential member in Slaeyr society, working closely with a military branch devoted to keeping the people of Eldora safe with the terrible monsters that roam the world.

He eventually marries his tween crush, Carolyn, and they have two sons together. (Jason & Alex.)

In a Hogwarts AU, he would be in Gryffindor or Hufflepuff.

Lysette Mynerva

Parents: Talitha Jade & Alinora Mynerva. She is their biological daughter, one they decided to have when Sean was a bit older. (Or a lot older, depending.)

Appearance: She has long brown hair, which she usually keeps in a braid over her shoulder. Her eyes are the same grey green as Talitha’s, but she has Alinora’s pointy ears. She has a similar face shape to Talitha’s, though hers is softer, and paler skin than her siblings.

Personality: Even from a young age, Lys was quiet and reserved. She was very affectionate, particularly with her mothers. She spent the most time with Talitha, and could be a bit clingy. (Tali didn’t mind.) She also spent a lot of time with Asa and Ava. Ava taught her to garden, which Lys enjoyed greatly--alongside writing poetry. Asa, however, kindled Lys’s long term interest in healing.

Trivia

Talitha was once again the one who named Lys, after noting the amount of similarities she shared with her long-deceased sister, Lynette.

Lys goes follows Asa’s path into the world of healing. He cultivated her skill in healing from a very young age, but Lys was also very interested in the more science-y side of things. She went to school, and emerged with both a healer’s degree and a doctorate in medicine, and went on to become a highly respected and well-known surgeon.

Lys is aroace. She loves her friends & has several people that she’s very close to, but she’s never understood the point or desire for a relationship.

In a Hogwarts AU, she’d be Hufflepuff, though she would also do well in Ravenclaw.

Arraina “Rae” Mynerva

Parents: Talitha Jade & Alinora Mynerva. Their youngest (and most likely final) child.

Appearance: Curly blonde hair she tends to keep shoulder length. Gold green eyes and freckles splashed across her nose. As far as facial features & ears go, she’s the spitting image of Alinora, and grows up to be almost as tall.

Personality: Rae is a spitfire of a girl. She takes up space and she’s not ashamed to admit it. She’s loud and proud and often in your face. She can be headstrong and a bit of a primadonna. She likes to get her way. However, she’s also highly compassionate and creative, often turning said creativity onto her dance lessons & onto canvas.

Trivia

Arraina’s name was picked by Alinora. I may change the spelling (Araena? Arraena?). Sean nicknamed her “Sunshine,” often shortened to “Sunny.” Talitha ran with that and started calling her “Sunray.” Manon, however, called her little sister Rainy. Of the nicknames, Rainy was the only one she didn’t protest to.

Rae is a lesbian. In her final years of high school, she and her recent crush, Allegra, started dating. Their relationship lasted through their college years (where Rae studied dance & art, while Allegra studied music) and eventually led to Rae proposing.

Rae fell in love with ballet after going to a show with her parents when she was about seven or so. She immediately insisted on dressing like and ‘practicing’ ballet. The interest lasted through her tweens (and far longer, truly) and so her mothers enrolled her in a ballet class. She went on to become a prima ballerina, and eventually began doing the lead role in several shows.

In a Hogwarts AU, Rae would likely be Slytherin, though she could also work very well in Gryffindor.

tagging: [i am not including the TMQ tag list because this is a hypothetical end game & not a guaranteed one! i am going to tag the person i’ve been gushing about them to!] @firesidefantasy

#tmq #tmq next gen #legacy of roses

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atdelilah · 5 years

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as per request: HEY THERE DELILAH WHAT’S IT LIKE IN ASHMONT CITY anyways what’s poppin y’all, it’s ya girl jalynn, back at it again with ya new girl delilah whom i based off of a mixture of the gotham city siren gang (aka catwoman, harley quinn, and poison ivy)!! i’m very excited to throw her at yall

i guess the easiest way to dive in is to just explain her backstory so here goes:

she is the youngest of two girls, and her parents own/run the biggest catholic megachurch in the state so. she’s rich, she has an image to live up to

as expected, that plan flops

her older sister, abigail, very much fits the “good christian daughter” mold, but delilah is just way too curious, and asks “why?” in the middle of church service way too often to even get close to fitting that image

yes, our girl has had problems with authority and being told what to do from a very young age

naturally, her parents were hating this very, very much and this is how the seed of a very bad relationship with your parents is born

but on the bright side! delilah and her sister were close as could be, two peas in a pod when they were kids!! they were basically polar opposites in terms of personality (delilah being the kid who will ask “why?” every time you speak vs abigail just respecting authority because what else was she supposed to believe?)

that was basically how her early childhood went. her parents wanting her to be more like abigail, delilah being like “okay anyways”, and abigail being angel girl that her parents loved the most

so then comes middle school (a tough time for everyone), and stuff in delilah’s life is either hitting the fan, or taking root so it can hit the fan later

the first thing to hit the fan: her relationship with her parents. at this point, delilah figured out that no matter what she did to be her own, her parents would never stop wanting her to be a clone of abigail, so honestly? she just stopped caring about their opinion altogether

they already were set in their belief that she was disappointing, and annoying, and just too much, so why not just do what you want anyway? that’s delilah’s thought process

she just blatantly started ignoring their rules, really. she started questioning her faith in more targeted ways, she started finding ways to sneak out of the house, and went out of her way to break her parents’ “no dating” rule

also it’s important to note that delilah went to an all-girls’ k-12 catholic school and she HATED it. she snuck out because she just wanted to hang out and go to normal schools like all her rich, non-catholic neighbors. plus her mother worked at the school, and delilah took any opportunity to just do the exact opposite of whatever her mom asked of her

basically, delilah liked finding ways of reclaiming her autonomy and personal identity because her parents’ worked so hard to try to take it away from her! it’s at this point where we see her begin to do things simply because they make her feel powerful and independent! middle school, am i right

the biggest downside to this is that it starts causing problems between her and her sister. with delilah being in middle school, and abigail being in high school at the time, it’s already obvious that problems would arise just due to the differences in age. but the differences between the two only became more evident as they got older; abigail was constantly ready to go tell on delilah, and delilah was always taking jabs and saying abigail didn’t have a mind of her own. arguing was a regular occurrence. the sisters still 100% loved each other, for sure, but it’s a tough age phase they’re going through, plus there’s just no such things as siblings that don’t argue.

now we’re in high school, another horrible and weird time for teenagers across the nation, but especially for our girl delilah

her parents are so beyond sick of her at this point, really. the only reason they haven’t completely cut her out is because it wouldn’t look good if they did r.i.p

delilah stopped going to church altogether, she’d gotten busted on her escapades multiple times (not that she cared, really), and the “no dating” rule was just.....so beyond ignored

the seed had been planted when she was in middle school, but when she got into high school, delilah just completely embraced how pretty she is. boyfriends, girlfriends, flings, sexual partners; you name it, she was doing it. she didn’t really know she was gaining a lil’ heartbreaker reputation because honestly? outside of the whole power trip it gave her, she was really just having fun ahdgashdgsdj

( small disruption to say drug tw here )

big downside to high school: in the midst of her constant sneaking out and rule-breaking, she fell into some things and people that she shouldn’t have, and by her senior year (17/18 years old) she’d developed an addiction to a small variety of drugs

like any addiction, it did have big effects on a lot of aspects of her life. her grades (which she generally took pride in) were slipping massively, and all of her relationships (friends, romantic, familial aka with her sister) were falling to points that were nearly beyond repair

abigail, being the big sister she is, was extremely upset about the whole situation and basically convinced their parents to check delilah into rehab and they were on board with the plan, not because they cared about delilah’s wellbeing, but because the way she was spiraling was a liability to their image in their eyes

so now delilah is 18, she’s graduated from that k-12 all-girls school (no longer at the top of her class), and is promptly checked into rehab, we love this for her! but she absolutely hates the whole thing, so .

she didn’t hate the literal getting off of drugs, but what she hated the most was that she felt like she’d proven her parents right. to her, it was one thing to let them just assume the worst about her; it was a whole different feeling to actually give them something as big as this to root their assumptions in.

but that (plus the underlying desire to not worry her sister) was enough for her to take being rehabilitated very seriously. she did what she had to do and was out by the beginning of the next school year! probably one of the first times in her life she actually followed instructions from authority figures, honestly. but she told herself she was doing all of it because she wanted to, not because she had to.

also just something to add, it was in rehab where delilah got super into poetry and reading and classics!! it’s not like she had an abundance of things to do at her disposal, so she picked reading as a hobby to pass time but ended up being really into it. it was one of the first times where she felt like she had a purpose in life outside of living to fuck with her parents asjdhaskdjha

fast forward, we now have senior year college girl delilah!! she’s 3 (going on 4) years clean off everything she was addicted to!! we love this for her determined queen

she’s also worked really hard to rebuild her relationship with her sister and they’re back on very, very good terms. she’d do anything for her sister, period

but delilah is still delilah, she’s still a lil heartbreaker, she’s still hard-headed as ever, and she’s still got a variety of other things to learn about and grow through but i don’t wanna talk all about it here and make this longer than it already is asjdhakjsh onto the next part!

personality!

+ independent, dedicated, passionate, sensitive but lowkey she’d rather die than admit it or show it

- stubborn, prone to isolating herself mentally/emotionally, self-sabotaging, good liar but she considers this more of a skill to use here and there

100% will do anything for the people she loves......now that list isn’t necessarily long but. once you’re on that list, you’re On that list

the investigation.....

okay so basically delilah is 100% anti-daisey

she didn’t really know daisey too well growing up and didn’t really care to asdjkhasdkjh but they were both in rehab at the same time so they officially met then

but daisey enjoyed picking at delilah’s little insecurities and also talking shit about her sister, and like the picking on her was like "eh i don’t like you" but talking shit about abigail? l m a o

basically if delilah hadn’t been so determined to be on her p’s and q’s in that rehab center, she woulda beat daisey’s ass, and that’s point blank period

plus delilah just didn’t like daisey’s attitude or anything even aside from how daisey treated her specifically, like just the way she treated others turned delilah off of her

so yeah when daisey turned up missing delilah was just like that....is not my problem 😗

when daisey turned up dead delilah was like damn 😗 sucks to suck r.i.p though

i’m not saying delilah killed her or anything but i’m just saying. delilah’s got a short temper and probably had to be held back anytime daisey said anything funny about abigail (which was all the time bc like. it’s daisey)

and the whole killer on the loose sending messages thing creeps her out but like. she’s very much a go with the flow, look at the big picture kind of girl so she’s just. trying not to let it phase her too much

connections!

y’all already know i’m not picky about anything just throw an idea at me and we can make something shake

and i think that’s about it? like this, or hmu or anything if u wanna plot i’m really excited for all of ur characters to talk to the kid!! also can u guys guess which gotham city siren i pulled the most inspo from (admins not allowed to guess bc u guys already read my app)

#this got so long i apologize #i drafted this last night so i could post it later but then tumblr said fuck u jalynn and i had to redo it asjkdhaksjdhdjkash #anyways. here's delilah #veritasintro

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svtntntn · 6 years

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---habits--->

jock!seungcheol x classmate!you

this was something from a long, long time ago and now I'm getting around to finishing and posting it!!

this is a small bit that goes hand in hand with this scenario ( snippet )

so you live next to the school

yes, you live right next door to your high school

your backyard is right next to the school's football/track field

the only thing separating your backyard from the school's field is a grand black cast iron fence

there's some shrubbery and bushes along the fence and your parents planted some flowers and tall plants to cover it up, but the football field still visible

your balcony can overlook the entire football field if you're sitting at the right angle

which honestly is a blessing and a curse

bc you can watch the games and events from your bedroom window and balcony but when you need to study or want to sleep in early, there's cheers and horns blaring outside your house

but in your best friend somin's opinion, it's also the best place to watch the jocks work out and run laps

staking out the most athletic and toned bodies in your high school on your bedroom balcony with your best friend on a weekly basis?

it wasn't something you were completely crazy about bc

1) wouldn't it be considered stalking?

and 2) your homework wasn't going to complete itself

she'd come over unannounced and set up an entire camp on your balcony

you'd protest your balcony being used as a stake out point to stalk cute guys but she repays you by bringing you food

you don't really have an interest in any of the guys on the team except for a certain choi seungcheol

he's the school's heartthrob with his dashing good looks, his charming smile, his warm heart and natural leadership

he's been the star quarterback for your high school since his sophomore year which is a new record as the youngest starting quarterback in school history

so somin's always calling you over to the balcony and saying that seungcheol is running laps around the track or that he's doing drills on the field with his teammates hansol and mingyu

or that he's just sitting on the bench looking as handsome as one could be with a sweat-drenched shirt

she literally wants you to die from your crush on choi seungcheol

which makes you less responsive to when she says his name, "(y/n)! seungcheol’s on the field!"

you stay sitting at your desk, "is he just taking a water break? again?"

somin is quiet for a beat, "okay yes, but look!"

you don't look and turn back to your hw

and you continue to daydream about your crush bc in all actuality, you've never talked to him or introduced yourself to him so he technically doesn't even know you exist

one day you’re doing homework and somin’s on the balcony when she tackles you on the bed, "(y/n)," she says gravely, "choi seungcheol is outside your fence"

"whAt?"

you both peek out the balcony doors and this boy is standing on the other side of your backyard fence looking sheepishly nervous for some reason

but when you step out behind the doors, you spot a football in the middle of your yard, and then seungcheol spots you!

he does a giant wave at you with a beaming smile and motions over at the football

you wave back before turning away from the balcony and somin is literally pushing you down the stairs bc you’re paralyzed from the shock of seeing him

you walk outside trying to act all nonchalant and caught off guard like "oh, hi there!"

but you trip over the very thing you’re supposed to be returning to seungcheol

if that football was a person, you’d be murdering it 12 different ways and hiding it across the country where no one would find it

your cheeks burn red as you hear seungcheol chuckle to himself and ask if you’re okay

you nod slowly and toss him the ball over the fence and he catches it with a single hand

showoff

he jogs back to the field with the ball and you’re left feeling crazy embarrassed bc you just tripped over a stupid football in front of your crush like thIS WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN

you suddenly hate football

somin tries to cheer you up with her never-ending optimism, "hey at least he knows your face and where you live now!"

"he saw me TRIP in my own backyard" you bury your face in your hands, "good thing he doesn’t even know my name"

days pass and you try to forget your terrible first impression, but you end up replaying the whole event in your head whenever you think of him

now your crush on choi seungcheol is tainted by this one terrible memory and you kinda hope he forgets about the whole thing

little do you know, he doesn't;)

and then fate interferes: you're paired with him for a project in your literature class

just a quick partner presentation and of course, you draw seungcheol’s name from the hat

"hi (y/n), right?" seungcheol find a seat next to you and slides into it, "choi seungcheol"

his handshake is very firm and strong and you can already feel your cheeks blushing from how handsomely handsome he is

but you ignore the butterflies in your stomach and get down to business and set up a whole outline and plan of action for the presentation

seungcheol attentively listens to you and gives his feedback, which is refreshing bc most ppl would just nod, sit back and let you do the bulk of the work

you two set up a time after school to work on the presentation and you hope he doesn't bring up the whole 'hey aren't you the girl who tripped over a football' thing and thank goodness he doesn’t

before you know it, class is over and done with but when you leave the classroom, seungcheol is calling your name and walking with you down the hallway, "hey (y/n), I was hoping if I could get your number? to message you about our study session! I might come late because of practice and I don't want to make you wait for me or anything"

"oh! uh sure, of course" you punch in your number on his phone and he grins

"I'll see you tonight" he winks as he turns into another hallway, meeting a chorus of "hey's" from his friends

it takes you a solid minute to realize that choi seungcheol asked for your phone number and he got it under the guise of a study session

and you didn't even think much of it in the moment

seungcheol does come late to your study session in the library, but it's alright, you spent the 15 minutes sitting alone wondering what even to say to him in terms of small talk

and when he gets to you, he’s apologizing to you profusely and you and him get your presentation done in under an hour, seeing as you're both smart and efficient students:)

the sun is setting outside when you both walk out together, "(y/n), let me drive you home, you're right next to the school anyways"

you brush over the fact that seungcheol remembers you live right next to the school, “no no! it's okay, I can walk home, I usually do”

seungcheol gives in, "okay… I'm walking with you though"

"you don't have to, really, it's such a short walk "

"I want to" and so, after a short stop to his car to drop off his football gear, he starts walking with you to your house

which makes your stomach flip and turn as seungcheol walks side by side with you

the awkward silence is replaced with seungcheol first breaking the ice and telling you some type of corny joke and making you laugh

you both get into a rhythm of talking about music and classes and friends when you get to your front door

seungcheol has this tiny little pout on his lips that he hides when you mention that you'd rather just sit and talk to him longer

"we have tomorrow to talk more! and we can text each other" he promises, holding up his phone, "I'll text you when I get home"

you're over the moon when you enter your house!! everything's just perfect!!

seungcheol does text you when he's home and you two end up staying up all night texting one another

this goes on and on and on for the next couple of days

it becomes less about your project and more about everyday things and trivial questions that you both know the answer to

seungcheol would text you before and after his football practice and you'd both stay up till the morning texting each other

during actual school tho, he'd spend time with you at your lunch table, walking with you in between classes and hanging out with you before his practice starts

if someone needs to find him, they’ll find you with him

you help seungcheol study for upcoming quizzes and exams in your respective classes in the school library

he ends up lending his letterman jacket to you when you two are studying in the library together;)

if you're up for it, which you usually are, seungcheol will take you out for dinner after his practice

like a gentleman, he always pays for you until you try to sneak money back into his pocket or his backpack

somin doesn't find out that you and seungcheol have been talking outside of class till she spots you with seungcheol at the burger place near the school

she waits for you at your house when she basically tackles you, "(y/n)!!! tell me everything!! who, what, when, where, why, how! wait I already know who—it's mr. choi seungcheol, your dream man"

his teammates always end up interrupting you two when you're walking around campus, joshua always introduces himself politely while jeonghan and chan are both like 'who are you?'

while mingyu and hansol are like 'oOOO, you're the girl who lives at that one house near the football field'

everytime he's sitting with you at your lunch table or when you two are walking down the hallway, both of your phones go off with text messages

bc somin's sending winky faces and heart emojis to you with seungcheol's name in it and seungcheol says it's just the team's groupchat asking about practice times and stuff for the friday's game

but they're all teasing seungcheol with heart eyes emojis and winky faces too;)))

so basically, now the whole team and somin know of seungcheol’s major crush on you and your crush on him

but bc of the upcoming competitive season, you begin to see seungcheol less and less, as he’s swamped with meetings and practice 24/7 that he only really sees you in class and around campus

one day, you're studying in your room again when you hear seungcheol's voice from outside your balcony

and there you see in your yard that same brown football that first irked the heck out of you just as seungcheol says, “sorry, mingyu keeps threw it over here by accident”

he's running his hand through his hair and even when he's a sweaty mess, he still looks super handsome damn it

you toss it over to him again, “it's fine, just as long you don't break anything over here”

“don't worry, I won't break your heart” seungcheol reassures you with a smirk, nodding at you as he walks backwards, “bye (y/n)!”

and again, the next day the football magically appears in your backyard again

"(y/n)!" seungcheol's standing right outside your fence, explaining how hansol kicked the football too far this time

you take the ball in your hands and throw it over the fence again, "I think this ball keeps appearing here more often than on the actual field, seungcheol"

"maybe the football just gravitates to here, just like how I do to you"

you start laughing at his dumb line,"oh my gosh"

"see you, (y/n)" he winks at you before jogging away again

this continues for so long and when you tell somin everything, she's suspicious

bc why would they kick the ball horizontally across the field rather than length-wise where the actual goal posts are?

you've never thought about it until she points it out to you, making you shrug but somin's still curious as to why the ball keeps appearing in your yard for no legitimate reason

so she does the obvious and camps out by your balcony for you as you do your homework at your desk

somin yells for you once you finally get productive and ready to start your english essay, "(y/n)! look! come over here! it's seungcheol!"

you slide over next to somin and she points at the figures of seungcheol, hansol and mingyu on the field, all of them sitting on the benches tiredly as just practice appears to end

you watch as seungcheol stands up and toys with a single football in his hands, spinning it in the air before catching it himself

he tosses it to mingyu and starts running across the field, towards the direction of your yard as mingyu hands it to hansol, who then punts it to seungcheol

and of course, it goes over your fence and into your backyard

now you see hansol and mingyu slouch tiredly on the bench as seungcheol comes running nearing your backyard fence

making you and somin hide back in your room before you're caught

"does seungcheol know you’re home?"

"why does that matter?"

"because, he's going to call for you because he likes—"

"(y/n)!" and when he says your name, it clicks in your head

tHIS BOY HAS BEEN PURPOSELY THROWING THE FOOTBALL IN YOUR YARD TO TALK TO YOU

okay, so he's been making hansol and mingyu throw it in your yard, but the sentiment is still the same

you step out on the balcony and once again, there's choi seungcheol leaning against the bars of your fence

this time, you slowly pick up the football, spinning it around in your hands, "hansol really needs to get better at kicking this the other way"

"yeah, we're working with him tonight on that, sorry again… I don't even know how or why it gets all the way here"

"I think I know why" you spin the football in your hands again and seungcheol raises an eyebrow, "why are you making hansol kick the ball this way?"

"what?"

"I watched you hand the ball to hansol and he kicked it this way knowing fully well the goal posts are the other way, and you even started running in this direction before he even kicked the ball"

"ok ok, you caught me" he sheepishly confesses, scratching the back of his head nervously, "well since I've been so busy with practice and with games every week and so, I barely get to see you anymore… and I like seeing you"

"you still see me around classes and around campus, we have literature class together"

"yes, but… that's during school... and never mind, can I have the ball back please?"

"but what seungcheol?" you still hold it hostage as seungcheol groans

"I like you, (y/n)! that's why I make hansol and mingyu kick the ball this way and into your yard, because since the first time you tripped over it and ever since the project in lit class, I can't get you out of my head"

"you still remember that?" you're embarrassed that he remembers your terrible first impression of you tripping over the dumb football and he breathes out a laugh

"of course, I've never seen someone so mad at a football before and you were, or are pretty cute"

"I tripped and nearly fell on my face" your face heats up at the memory while seungcheol shakes his head

"you tripped cutely" he tries, reaching out and touching your arm through the fence, "so…"

"so what, mr. quarterback?"

seungcheol pulls his best pouty face, "may I have the ball back and would it be too much to ask you out to dinner tonight?"

"I don't know… I do have a lot of homework to catch up on because someone keeps distracting me by throwing their football into my backyard"

"tomorrow night then?"

you toss the ball over to him and he easily catches it, "don't you have a game tomorrow night?"

he frowns and sighs at the football in his hand, "after then, after tomorrow night's game," he promises as he runs back, "see you (y/n)!"

the next night, you decide to watch the game from your balcony, proudly wearing your school's hoodie while eating some popcorn to get into the whole school spirit thing from the comfort of your own house

somin keeps you company as she writes an essay to turn in last minute with your help, making you lose track of who's winning or losing with her endless amount of questions

you're proofreading her paper when she stands up and drags you out of your chair, "(y/n)! seungcheol is waving this way! for you!"

when you look up, you can see seungcheol's hand waving in your direction and to anyone else, it could just be him pointing up in the air for no reason

you try and wave back, but you don't even know if he can see that far, so you quickly put your hand down to not look like a fool

it's the last two minutes of the game and your school is in the lead by three points when somin already bets seungcheol and the team are going to win

and of course, you go along with her and when the final timer runs out, you see everyone swamp the field in celebration

you hug somin, but you just wish you were hugging seungcheol in congratulations

soon, you see the large batch of ppl slowly trickle out of the field, only a couple members of the team standing in the middle before there’s only one person

you stand on you balcony as notice the only person left on the field gesture in your direction, his arm motioning for you to come over as you promptly look around to check if it is for you

you notice a football fly into the air and into the middle of your backyard again, and so of course you know exactly who's on the field

you rush downstairs and take the football from the ground, briskly walking to the middle of the field in your hoodie and jeans to meet the one and only choi seungcheol

he's dressed in another jersey's of his, his hair damp with either sweat or water with his gear and duffle by his feet

you toss the ball over to him and he catches it with one hand as you approach him, his other hand staying behind his back, "congrats, mr. quarterback"

"hey (y/n)" he smiles innocently at you

"why did you throw the ball into my yard again? I was going to come over here anyway, you already have my attention"

seungcheol's flustered by you last comment before clearing his throat, "old habits die hard, and for some reason, the ball just wants to go in that direction"

you roll your eyes at his excuse as you take the football in your hands, spinning it around and he takes a step closer to you, "and speaking of habits, I was wondering if you could help me with a new one?"

"if it means retrieving the ball for you always, no. you should really break that habit of throwing that my way"

"no no, I don't mean that," he pulls out a single flower from behind his back and smiles at you, "go out with me?"

you accept the flower and step closer to him, "I thought I already agreed to this date?"

"the thing is with habits, they occur over and over again, yeah? and so I'm asking you out on multiple dates, you know?"

"are you ever going to break this habit?"

"if you say yes, then never. I'll never break this habit"

your eyes dart to his lips and his eyes dart to yours and he leans closer to you to try and kiss you but you chicken out at the last moment

you hold up the football in front of your face, blocking his lips with the winning ball, "ah ah ah, you haven't even taken me out yet"

"I can't get a kiss for winning the game?" he bashfully pouts

"hmm, let me think about it…" you pretend to think about it for a moment before leaning towards him, your lips super close to his cheek, but not touching his skin before you mutter into his ear, "nope, you have to take me out first, remember?"

you teasingly smirk at him as you run towards the field's exit, waving him over from afar as he starts jogging towards you with his duffle and his gear slung over his shoulder

seungcheol has this cute little pout as you wrap your free hand in his, swinging his arm as you walk together

he stops in his tracks and drops his duffle and gear on the ground, "wait, I need to do something, real quick"

he holds out his hand for the football and you apprehensively give it to him, watching him jog the distance back to the middle of the field and throws the ball to its usual spot, back to your backyard

you watch with your jaw open as the ball flies over and seungcheol runs back over to you, "oops, bad habit"

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