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starcrossedxwriter · 1 year

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Oscars Night Part 2 (MBJ x Famous Black OC)

A/N: So we got Michael's Oscar win… here's Charlotte's! A little fluff and smut with our favs. This gif has nothing to do with the Oscars but he looks damn good so here we are… Enjoy!

Warning: Smut

“And here we have the insanely gorgeous star of the night, Mrs. Charlotte Elsbeth Jordan. Mrs. Jordan, how are you feeling?”

Charlotte slid her hand into Michael Strahan’s as he politely helped her step up onto the platform for her pre-show interview at the 90th Academy Awards. Her stylist had gone for full glam with her outfit, it was a bit more dramatic than she would usually go for but it hit the mark and clearly was a showstopper, which was exactly what Law believed she should be for the night. However, without her husband’s usual arm to steady her, she questioned how she even made it this far down the carpet by herself.

“I am doing amazing, thank you! So excited to be here.” She offered him and the camera a dazzling white smile, which expertly hid the massive waves of anxiety crashing over her.

Her eyes carefully examined the chaotic terrain of the red carpet and wondered silently how her peers sauntered down these red carpets with such ease and confidence. It was certainly not her first award show, it was not even her first time at the Oscars. It was, however, her first time as a nominee and she felt like a fawn testing out its wobbly new legs for the first time. Despite all the award shows and events she had gone to in her career, tonight felt as if she had ascended into a whole new level of terrifying. And it did not help that she had to make it through the evening without the one person who could keep her anxiety in check, the only person who knew the right words to pull her back from the edge of anxiety and doubt.

“Well, first, you look absolutely stunning. Tonight is a huge night for you as a first-time nominee. But it could also be a significant historic night for you and the film industry. You are only one of three women nominated for Best Song and Best Actress in the same year. And you could become the second Black woman to win best actress, and the youngest person to become an EGOT in history. How does that all feel? Are you excited?”

She let out a quick and light chuckle, “No pressure at all, right??” She paused and shrugged. “But honestly, I am trying to not think too much about all of that. I just… I just strive every day to do my best work and be the best vessel for other people’s stories that I can be. Naomi really was the embodiment of that for me. And given the reckoning that is happening across the country, but particularly in our industry over the last few years, I think Naomi’s story is too familiar for far too many people. And it has been great to see the conversations this film has started and how it really centers the journey of survivors. So I am just so proud and honored to be part of it. And while the recognition from my peers this season has been incredible, I am more happy about that. So I’m just looking forward to performing tonight and celebrating the best of the best in our industry. I try not to get too caught up in all the other stuff.”

Her role in the indie film, Bird Set Free, was timely and deeply personal for Charlotte due to her own struggles with abuse. The film tells the story of Naomi, an aspiring songwriter who is assaulted by her boss at her part-time job. The project, loosely based on the screenwriter’s own life, followed Naomi’s journey to recovery and shed real light on the harsh impacts of trauma on survivors. With this role, Charlotte had the rare opportunity to both play the main character and dust off her songwriting skills by contributing to many of the songs showcased throughout the film. As a survivor of abuse herself, Charlotte knew her performance tonight was her moment ensure her performance of “She Used to Be Mine” reflected her character’s and her own experience overcoming trauma. She had poured all that pain from her own journey into that ballad, creating one of her most emotional songs yet.

“That is amazing and we wish you all the best. Before you go, I do have to ask, you are missing the other Michael tonight. I know he is out promoting a little movie folks may not have heard of… just a billion dollar cultural phenomenon.”

Charlotte’s lips curled into a soft smile, her sadness still coloring the edges though she tried to hide it.

“Yes, Michael is promoting Black Panther with the rest of the cast overseas. I am sad my partner in crime isn’t with me but this is a historic moment for him and the entire cast so I couldn’t be prouder. And our marriage works because we both do what we love. So I know he is cheering me on.”

She had repeated that refrain over and over to herself for the last week since Michael revealed he would have to go out of the country to promote the film and would not make it back in time for the Oscars. Work was work and Marvel required a lot of the cast to promote this historic blockbuster. But she would not lie to herself and pretend it was not still disappointing. And while she knew she could not say this to the well-intentioned reporters interviewing her, deep down today only served as a reminder of the downside to being married to a fellow actor: neither of you could be as present as you wanted or should be.

“But,” she continued. “He sent a gorgeous bouquet of flowers and champagne for me and the team while I was getting ready. So if I can’t have him, champagne is a decent replacement.” Her light laughter was cut short by two strong hands wrapping around her waist and settling on her hips, her body pulled back into a familiar embrace.

“Hey honey bee…”

Charlotte whipped around, her legs almost giving out beneath her as she found her husband standing behind her. Her hands immediately ran over his arms as if she had to feel him to believe he was truly there and not a ghost. Tears sprang to her eyes as she drank him in, any and all words stolen right out of her throat.

“W-what…. H-how?” She mumbled as he pulled her into a kiss, her interview long forgotten. The kiss was brief but she felt it, all of his whispers to relax, urges to breathe, and desires for her to enjoy her moment.

Just a moment in his arms made Charlotte feel more at peace than she had been since she woke up this morning. She pulled back from their embrace to study him, her brain still refusing to believe he was really with her and not across the world. She could not stop the wave of lust that hit her as she took in his tux. It baffled her how he always managed to look so damn good.

“Where there’s a will…” he shrugged, smiling down at her and offering her a sly wink. She dabbed her eyes to stop the tears from falling, knowing she would never hear the end of it from her team if she ruined her makeup before the show even started.

“That is just beautiful. Safe to say you are surprised?”

“Yes, 100%! He called me earlier, pretending he was in a whole different time zone,” her tone playfully accusatory as she poked his side. “Usually, I’m pretty hard to get a surprise over on but he definitely got me this time.”

Michael leaned over and offered a quick peck on her nose, Charlotte’s face scrunching up as she blushed.

“You two are definitely going to be relationship goals by the end of the show. Michael, it’s always great to see you and best of luck, Charlotte.”

Given they had not seen much of each other in the last two months since Charlotte was doing Oscar’s press and Michael was promoting the film, the pair found it difficult to keep their hands off each other as they finished the rest of the carpet. With Michael’s calming presence by her side, Charlotte did not desire to rush through the carpet as she normally did. Instead, she savored the moment, posing and grinning and joking with Michael as photographers took their pictures.

Charlotte found it hard not to simply stare at Michael the entire time though. Words could not describe how elated she was to have him there. She could not explain it but the outcome of the evening mattered significantly less to her now that he was by her side. Charlotte was never one to fuss over awards. The only one she had ever truly cared about winning was her Tony. After all, she had risked everything for that shot, a 20% chance at an award she dreamed about since she was old enough to have ambitions.

She wanted the others, aimed for that status of EGOT. But she was young and knew it could take decades to do so. She wanted it, but she also knew this would not be her only chance if it did not work out. That was the reality she chose to remain grounded in. But whatever the outcome, she knew Michael would help her enjoy the night and not obsess over what was to come.

She barely had time to enjoy the first half hour of the show or Michael before she was whisked away from her front row seat to prepare for her performance. This was the only portion of the evening that did not make her nervous. Charlotte’s acting chops were only outdone by her own singing talent. Though she never wanted to a full-time singer, she always gravitated toward roles that allowed her to also sing, which is why musicals were perfect for her. It was as thoughtless as walking or breathing for her to sit at a piano and sing. She just let the words and music consume her, and the audience just melted away like ice on summer day. She could do that in her sleep.

She took one last deep breath before the curtain opened and the spotlight came down on her. She blocked out everyone and everything as she listened to the opening refrain of the song and began to sing. There were no frills or hooks in her performance tonight. It was simply her and an orchestra of all women of color behind her as she sung her heart out. She still remembered the day she wrote this song. She poured out all of the grief and regret she once felt for the pieces of her that died after her ex, the pieces she, at the time, believe she could never get back. She recalled that hopelessness as if it was still part of her, still had its claws so deeply rooted in her soul. She was no longer that woman, but that was who Naomi was when she wrote it and that song represented her and Naomi and countless survivors at their lowest points, when the road to recovery seemed too dark, when all you could do was drown in the regret of the person you weren’t in anymore. It was them at their most vulnerable and Charlotte, ever a performer, showed that with every note.

It was not until the final note played that she came back to reality, her mind unable to ignore the standing ovation and cheers that rung out around her. Her eyes immediately fell to Michael though, whose cheers could be heard above the rest. He gave her a discrete thumbs up and mouthed, “I love you,” as the show went to commercial break and the lights went down.

Like a well-oiled machine, she had no time to rest before she was ushered backstage and back around to her seat before the commercial break ended. She hated that her categories were among the last of the evening. She enjoyed the Oscars but sitting and waiting all night was not her idea of fun. And though it was great to see friends and people she admired win throughout the night, she could not deny that it felt as if she was dragging toward the end of the show.

She rolled her neck and straightened up in her seat as John Legend walked up to the microphone and launched into his scripted speech. His words sounded muffled in her ears as she sat there, unable to register anything. She was sure whatever his spiel was about the importance of music in film was true but now that her category was mere moments away, all the anxiety she had pushed off was crashing over her like a tsunami.

Her mind only checked back into reality when she heard the announcer read her name and heard a few bars from her song in the movie. She instinctively sat up and put a smile on her face, knowing the camera would be on her from that moment forward, win or lose. Her hand sat in Michael’s lap as he held her hand, his thumb rubbing soothing circles in the inside of her wrist, his nonverbal cue to relax. His grip was tight but not unwelcome as she waited to hear if she would make history.

“And the Oscar for Best Song goes to…” Charlotte closed her eyes as she waited with bated breath, the seconds inching by as John opened that damn envelope. “Charlotte Elsbeth Jordan, She Used to Be Mine.”

Charlotte’s face immediately fell into her hands as she heard her name, her shock paralyzing her in her seat. Everyone around her jumped up with loud applause, cheers and whistles filling her ears. It was not until Michael discreetly tugged on her arm that she broke out of her trance and stood up. She hugged him tightly and kissed him before making her way to the stage.

After her quick obligatory hug to John as he handed her the statue, she stood in front of the mic and waited for a moment until the cheers died down. She examined the card in her hand, reading it for a moment.

“Wow… I am honestly just in shock. Literally just wanted to read it to make sure it really said my name,” she chuckled, a few cheers and laughter breaking out as she paused, her brain moving too slow to remember her speech.

“T-this… this is an amazing honor.” Her voice broke slightly as she continued, the weight of this moment starting to truly hit her as she spoke.“T-thank you to the Academy, it is a true honor to be recognized by one’s peers. U-Um, thank you to the entire team that worked on this song with me. It was a blessing and honor to tell this story with you. Thank you to Christina, our amazing screenwriter, for trusting us with this story, for trusting me with your story. I… I can’t think straight and left my notes at my seat so I am saying honor a lot, which is weird,” Charlotte rambled. “And now I’m rambling, everyone who knows me knows how on brand this is. So I will just say apologies to anyone I forgot. But thank you all so much. No song is created alone and I owe this to all of you for pouring your souls into this piece of art.”

“Lastly, to my dad and siblings and my friends, thank you for listening and enduring all the terrible songs I wrote when I was 10. Your unwavering support of my love for music got me here. And to my husband, thank you for all your love and dedication to me and to supporting my dreams. I love you so much. Thank you!”

She lifted the Oscars in the air slightly and smiled before turning to walk off stage. As she passed folks backstage, everyone offered her hugs and congratulations. However, Charlotte barely registered any of it, she just let the PAs guide her where she needed to go to be back in her seat for Best Actress. She still could not believe that had truly happened. Part of her was still waiting for someone to find her and tell her it was a mistake and rip it out of her hands. She was officially an EGOT, something she had always wanted but felt so far out of reach. And it was finally hers.

“See, I told you,” Michael whispered as she settled back into her seat. He brought her hand to his lips, kissing the that held her wedding band. “That’s why I’m always right.

“How could I not know that by now??” She whispered as she leaned over to kiss him on the lips. And he was not wrong, Michael said every day since she was nominated that she would walk away with at least one Oscar tonight. She just had not believed him.

“That’s what I’ve been sayin’ this whole time,” he joked. “An EGOT… man, I’m so proud of you, baby.”

They shared another deep kiss before the lights flickered, signaling that the commercial was over and the cameras were about to roll again. Charlotte’s stomach did backflips as she watched Mahershala Ali walk up to the mic. This was the award that would truly determine how she felt about this historic night. Of the two awards she was nominated for, this was the one that held more weight to her. She was proud to win Best Song, but Charlotte was the most critical of her acting. It was the craft she had to go to school for, study, and train to be her best at. She never believed she was a strong actor. And though she would not be all that disappointed if she lost, she knew it would be the affirmation she needed to finally cast all doubt aside.

“These five women gave us performances that blew us away. From a spunky young teen to a survivor trying to rebuild her life, these performances made us laugh, made us cry, and made us question our world. These are the nominees for Best Actress.”

Charlotte watched the reel closely, her heart filling with pride as she watched snippets from some of her own personal favorite performances from the year. This was a tough category, and Charlotte knew she would be happy to see every single woman walk away with it. She wanted it, but at least she knew it would go to someone truly deserving if she lost. Michael’s grip was now on her thigh through the slit in her dress and almost painful as she, once again, straightened up for the camera.

“And the Oscar goes to… Charlotte Elsbeth Jordan, Bird Set Free.”

She shook her head in disbelief but she stood up quicker this time, tears already streaming down her face. She repeated the same path toward the stage after hugging and kissing her husband.

“Wow ok, being up here a second time is kinda perfect so I can say everything I forgot the first time.” She paused as the crowd applause renewed. “U-um ok, thank you once again to the Academy. First, I want to say what a blessing it is to be even included among this insanely talented group of nominees. I want to thank the entire cast, crew, production team of this movie. I was so insanely proud to come to work each day and bring this story to life. And proud to wake up daily and portray the story of Naomi, a story that is too familiar to myself and many of us in this room and many of you watching tonight: the story of a survivor who took their power back and decided to thrive. Our world and our industry has a ways to go but I want every survivor here and watching to know that I see you, I love you, and this is for you.” She paused as the crowd applauded her.

“Lastly, I want to thank my husband, Michael. Your…” she looked up at the ceiling for a moment as she tried to stop tears from falling. “Your love for me is unlike anything I have ever known and there isn’t enough time or enough words to adequately express how grateful I am to walk this Earth each day with you by my side and spend those days loving you and being loved by you. There has never been a dream that you have not encouraged me to chase and never been a door that you haven’t helped me push open when I doubted whether I could do it myself. I would not be here tonight if it weren’t for your unwavering belief in me. Thank you for being you and for always encouraging me to be my fullest and most authentic self. I love you to the moon and back over and over and over again.” She blew him a kiss before smiling and offering a last broad thank you to the entire crowd before turning to exit the stage.

From there, the night felt like a blur of congratulations, interviews, and parties. She endured all of them, the chaos and frenzy of every event, though she really just wanted to retreat to her hotel room with her husband.

Finally, on their drive to the third after party, Charlotte said, “How committed are you to going to this party?”

Michael raised his eyebrow and chuckled, “Tapping out already, old lady?”

She rolled her eyes, “Shut uppppp. Seriously, you wanna just head back to the hotel?”

Michael merely shrugged. “Not up to me, baby girl. It’s your night, Oscar winners get whatever they want for at least a week. So you’re callin’ the shots. So what do you want?”

She tilted her head as she studied him for a moment, the lust she felt earlier in the night returning with full force now.

She slid across the limo to sit by him, her legs straddling his hips. It was a bit dangerous in a moving car but she did not care. She leaned in and kissed him softly, before moving down to his neck. She sucked softly on his sensitive spot, smirking as a moan escaped his lips.

“You know what I want, baby,” she whispered in his ear, his hands immediately going to grip her ass.

“Aye, brah!” Michael called out to the driver.

“Yes, sir?”

“Take us back to the hotel. I’ll triple your tip if you get there within 10 minutes.”

Charlotte laughed as they continued making out like two horny 20 year olds. Charlotte willed Michael to fill her right then and there, but he refused, deciding they could wait until they got to their suite. By the time they reached their hotel, in record time thanks to their motivated driver, Charlotte’s need was so overwhelming she felt as if she might die if he did not touch her.

The moment their suite door slammed suit, the pair were all over each other. They made quick work of removing Charlotte’s dress as they kissed hungrily, Michael pushing her body against the wall of the hotel room as he kissed every inch of skin he could find.

Charlotte let out a small yelp as Michael hoisted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. He threw her down, immediately hooking his fingers on the small fabric of her thong and sliding it down. Michael placed a trail of soft gentle kisses slowly down her body, starting at her neck and working his way down to her soft stomach. He took special care with her breasts, his mouth engulfing her nipple as he sucked lightly. Her groans of pleasure filled his ears and spurred him on as he switched sides, ensuring he gave each equal treatment. He knew Charlotte loved nipple play and he knew exactly which buttons to press to turn her into a blubbering mess in his hands.

By the time Michael reached her lower stomach, Charlotte was panting, her pleads for more were on the tip of her lips, her pussy aching to be touched.

“B-baby, please,” she begged.

“Let me take care of you, honey bee,” he whispered, placing a kiss and softly biting her inner thigh.

“You know how much I love you, Els? How fuckin’ perfect you are?” He asked as he alternated between soft kisses and gentle bites that drove Charlotte wild. Each kiss got closer and closer to Charlotte’s aching core but not close enough.

His hands pushed her legs open, her flower already dripping wet for him. He licked his lips as he prepared for his favorite meal.

He immediately dove between her legs, his tongue caressing her sensitive bud and causing her back to arch off the bed.

“F-Fuck! J-just like that, baby,” she moaned as a deep shudder of pleasure racked through her body.

Charlotte’s hands gripped the comforter as he pushed her up a mountain of pleasure. The things Michael could do with his mouth were otherworldly. Charlotte quite literally often saw stars. He knew everything there was to know about Charlotte and her body. He did not have a college degree but he had a ph.D in his honey bee. So every time he was between her legs, he made sure she was more than well taken care of, often taking her body and pleasure to new heights she could not even fathom.

As he inserted two fingers inside her, Charlotte knew it would be one of those marathon, new heights type of evenings. Her moans and screams created a symphony throughout their hotel suite as Michael spelled out his love for her with every kiss, lick, and touch.

Feeling how close she was to her peak, Michael increased his speed, curling his two fingers into her G-spot.

Charlotte let out a breathless scream as Michael sent her over the edge. Her words were incoherent as waves of pleasure pulled her deeper and deeper under the surface.

He gave her no time to recover as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of her at a relentless pace as he emerged from between her legs. He roughly pressed his lips to hers, allowing Charlotte to taste herself on his lips.

“Just like honey,” he whispered, causing her to smile as he recalled something he said to her the first time they had sex, the genesis of his second favorite nickname for her.

She whimpered against his lips as the pleasure became overwhelming.

“I-It’s too much, B-Bakari,” she moaned as she felt her orgasm building again too fast and too soon.

“Take it, baby. I know you can,” Bakari whispered in her ear, his deep voice causing Charlotte to acquiesce to his will immediately. She would do whatever he asked of her, ride the waves of whatever pleasure he was willing to give her. “You got one more, baby girl. I know you do.”

Bakari smirked as her eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth falling open with every moan. They had been together for years and the sight of her cumming never got old to him. She looked perfect, wild and uninhibited.

It did not take long for his expert ministrations to send her tumbling down yet another earth-shattering orgasm.

Her vision went white as she came on his hand, Michael whispering sweet nothings to her.

“Good girl. That’s right, cum for me, baby.”

He finally removed his hands from inside her, watching her come back to reality.

“You’re…a… fuckin’ menace…” she whispered after a few minutes of silence, causing Michael to chuckle. “I can’t feel my damn legs.”

“You said you wanted me, baby girl. So I’m giving you all of me. And there’s still a lot left.”

He gently slapped her thigh, spurring her to push herself up on her forearms.

“Hey,” she grabbed his arm and pulled him in for a soft kiss. The entire evening had been frenzied and chaotic. She just wanted one moment that was slow and intimate, a true moment of quiet between the pair of them before the night was over. “Thank you, Bakari. Tonight was perfect. I don’t des-”

He stopped her and captured her lips with another kiss before saying, “Aye, none of that today. You deserved every moment of it and more. I’ll never let you forget that. Now lay back down so I can keep showing you how I proud I am of you, aight?”

She laughed and laid back on the soft comforter and nodded. “I’m all yours baby.”

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AN: Bird Set Free is a fake movie, of course lol but She Used to Be Mine is a real song if folks were wondering - from the musical Waitress. I’m obsessed with it.

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 2 months

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Party for Moony. Part 1.

Sirius remembered Remus's eleventh birthday. Sirius remembered the delicious chocolate cake his mum had prepared. Sirius remembered the books his dad had given him which made him happy. Sirius remembered the birthday song, the laughter, Remus's bright smile as he blew the candles.

It hadn't been a huge party or celebration. Remus didn't have more relatives. He didn't have friends at school. But it had been filled with love. Sirius had been surprised with the amount of hugs and kisses Remus had received from his parents. It was a shame Sirius had been the only one to witness it.

"Thank you for coming, Sirius. It was a nice birthday"

"Yeah! I hope you liked my card, Rosie" Of course, Remus was Rosie then. Sirius scratched his head in embarrassment "I didn't have money for a present. I'm a kid"

That made Remus laugh.

"I loved it!" To Sirius’s surprise, he received a kiss on the cheek "Best birthday ever"

Sirius remembered the details so well. But it was stupid that he didn't remember the date. It was until they were talking about Rugby and some match that was going to happen around March, that Remus mentioned it was his birthday. Sirius felt stupid to forget. He used to be Remus's best friend. And now he had missed five birthdays. He felt shitty about it.

"Of course! The beginning of March, right?" Sirius guessed.

"The 10th, yeah" Remus gave him a soft smile over his book.

"Cool! Are you a March child?" James commented with excitement "Me too! Mine's the 27th"

They hit palms. Then the subject was dropped. But Sirius couldn't stop thinking about it. It was mid February already. They had to plan something.

"We have to do something for Remus's birthday" Sirius told his friends at the dorm while Remus was studying with Lily.

"Yeah sure" James answered as he was typing on his laptop "We'll make a party in the Common Room"

He sounded like he didn't care. But Sirius had the urge to do something special. Make up for being a shitty friend and disappearing from Remus's life.

"It has to be something more special than a shitty party in the Common Room" Sirius groaned irritably. James and Peter looked at him.

"Watch it, Potter" Peter joked "Remus is winning your place as Sirius’s best friend"

"Shut up, Wormtail" James threw a pillow at him "I will always be Sirius’s best friend, right?"

"Yeah" Sirius didn't pay attention though. He was thinking of what could Remus enjoy. "It has to be something big" he added without noticing how James rolled his eyes "For what he told me, he hadn't had many friends. Or birthday parties. We have to party hard!"

"Yeah!" Peter beamed with the word party because he appreciated everything that sounded cool.

"Do you remember when we made that huge party at the beginning of fifth year? That even seven years wanted to come?" Sirius asked with a smile.

"Oh! That was wicked" Peter nodded.

James didn't look so happy.

"We should do something big again!" Sirius exclaimed "Invite the whole school!"

Peter beamed but James didn't. "Prongsie?"

"All of that for Lupin and not your best friend?" he murmured under his breath.

"What?"

"Yeah yeah!" he said louder "Sounds cool"

Sirius knew his best friend very well and he knew he was jealous. It was comical.

"Since Prongsie, our magesty, has also his birthday on March" he smiled as he sat on James's bed "We can make a joint party!"

James looked up at him with a pout. "You remember about me as well?"

Sirius giggled "Don't be an idiot, Potter" he said "It's just that Remus had never had a birthday party"

"Never?" Peter asked with surprise.

Sirius shook his head. "Well, he used to have dinner with his parents. But his mum is dead. And his dad is not here. We are his friends now. We should make him feel special"

James and Peter looked pitiful.

"Prongs, you've had plenty of parties, haven't you?" Sirius asked "And your parents will probably come to Hogsmeade for the weekend like every year... Remus will be all alone..."

James sighed "Fine, you are right"

"Plus, you said Remus was one of us now, didn't you?" Sirius asked with a smile "He is supposedly a Marauder now, isn't he?"

Sirius and Peter looked at their friend for a confirmation. James was unconsciously the one who said the last words when it came to Marauders business. And yes, they had told Remus over Christmas that he was one of them. They made him sign the Marauders' Code and all. They baptized him as Moony. They hadn't accepted anyone in their group before. But Remus was different. He was easily liked by all the boys.

James's mouth twisted in a smile. "Yeah of course he is one of us"

That made Sirius smile. He felt Remus was meant to be a Marauder.

"Huge Marauder fuckery then" Peter commented with hands on his hips "It is a sign that Remus and Prongs share birthday month. We can make March our annual time for a party chaos"

"We can make it a tradition" Sirius agreed. Then looking at James again for confirmation.

"Sure" James sighed with a slight smile "Sounds good"

"I also have an idea" Sirius added now that the three boys were sat at James's bed "Remember when we talked to Remus about his business?"

"He owns a business?" Peter asked clueless. Sirius hit his head.

"I'm talking about him being trans!"

"Oh yeah" Peter nodded embarrassed while his friends giggled.

"What does that have to do with his birthday?" James asked.

"I was thinking about presents and what he would like.." Sirius explained "A book? A sweater? Some chocolate?..." he shook his head "And then it hit me!" he smirked "He would like money for his surgery"

"To remove his boobs?" Peter asked making the others chuckle.

"Yes, Wormy. To remove his boobs"

"I don't think you can say boobs, though mate" James suggested.

"Tits?"

James shook his head.

"Melons?"

Sirius sighed as James started laughing "Melons?"

Peter shrugged "I don't know"

"How about chest?" Sirius intervened.

"That sounds better!" Peter exclaimed as Sirius ruffled his hair.

"Carry on, Padfoot" James tutted.

"With what?"

"You had an idea..."

"Oh yeah! Bloody Pettigrew distracted me..." Sirius rolled his eyes "I think we should take the advantage of the party, charge for the entrance or something and gather the money for Remus's surgery"

"Do you think people are going to pay for a party?"

"This school is full of rich wankers that would do anything to have a good time" Sirius explained "Plus, this would not be a common party. We have to make it more interesting, worth paying for" Sirius smiled at the end because he was excited about his own idea. He could picture Remus's smiley face already.

"I would pay for that" Peter commented.

"Good thing you have a free pass" Sirius answered.

"Yeah? How come?"

Sirius pursed his lips "You'll be one of the organizers" then bam, another hit on Peter's head. Then Sirius turned to James.

"Prongs?"

James was looking at Sirius in a strange way. It was a mixture of anger and jealousy, but also pride. James was the good bloke that went around helping others. Not Sirius. He was the hero. Not Sirius. He had ideas to cheer his friends up, not Sirius.

"You really like him, don't you?" James said calmy. As if he was accepting the idea. James was easygoing, good to make friends besides the Marauders. Not Sirius. But Remus was different. He was Sirius’s. In the way he was his friend first. In the way that he discovered how cool Remus was. In the way that Sirius could be liked by other people besides James. He was popular for being a Black and for being James Potter's best friend. But Remus was someone that proved Sirius could be liked for himself. And Sirius liked that.

Now, he blushed. James made birthdays a big deal for The Marauders. Not Sirius. The fact that Sirius cared this much about Remus's was weird.

He must've really liked Remus. And of course, Remus (Rosie back then) was the hype of his childhood. But Sirius was not a kid anymore. So this embarrassed him as a teenager.

Sirius shrugged "I like to do stuff for my friends" he blushed more.

James didn't tease him for blushing. He just pulled him closer to give him a kiss on his head.

"Remus is a Marauder. One of us" James said to his friends "So we have the mission to make him have the best birthday of his life"

When Sirius saw him smiling, he loved James more. He was really lucky to have him. And Remus would to.

"For Moony" he extended his hand in the middle of them. Moony had been his nickname for Remus since always. But now he didn't mind his friends using it as well.

"For Moony" James added immediately, doing the same.

"For Super Moony" Peter added last with a huge smile.

They all laughed and excitedly began planning everything before telling Remus the news.

#Happy birthday to this precious boy #anything for our moony #marauders #maraudersera #muggleau #remus lupin #trans remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #peter pettigrew #wolfstar #remus lupin birthday

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Hey Devil,

I turned 27 today and wanted to thank you for for all that you do here. It’s literally the only thing that brings a smile to my soul throughout the day…if I may be so selfish, could I request (whenever you can) a comfort piece with any of the cafe or museum folks? I’m just so tired of this life and would love some solace

(Happy birthday, Anon! Hope the waters clear for you and that this little piece is to your liking. Went with cafe because we haven't seen them in a minute)

"They should try mine first!"

"Eat shit, pussy! Boss is trying mine first!"

"I-I don't mind if you try mine last, master, but please enjoy it!"

Your birthday. One of the most awaited days at the cafe, but also one of it's most hectic. You sit at a booth surrounded by your regulars, the entire lot rented for your special day. The sneaky cat who paid for the venture planned the celebration around you and him, but a certain cow still had her keys and crashed the party during the decoration stage.

Every direction holds a new cake for you to sample. To start off, a high in, four tier cake sits at your immediate disclosure. Each layer was a different flavor and it was wrapped in the fluffiest frosting decorated with sugar pearls and lace pattering. Next was a quaint little dome with white frosting and a pink belly, topped with rabbit ear. Following that was a sheet cake with a grass pattern, bordered by a yellow wall and a little candle in the shape of a barn. To round out the display was a ghastly number that hardly resembled a cake at all; its walls collapsing outward on itself and burnt to a crisp. Frosting included. An air bubble in its center pops as someone points a manicured claw at it.

"If Y/n eats that thing, we'll be spending the rest of the day in the fucking hospital." Saber hisses, teeth bared as his fur frizzles from the stimulation.

His hyena rival rolls his eyes to the back of his skull. "Quit your bitching. I might have left in it a little too long, but I'm sure it's not that horrible."

"Ehehe... If we are claiming firsts, may I request they open my gift first." The leech-maid suggests "I've done my research and positive they'll enjoy it."

"Unfortunately for you, Doc. I believe I am the one who holds that title." Comes the crow from one corner, addressing the shiny pendant hanging from your neck.

"Here you go, sugarcube. Eat up." Whispers Belle; the cow woman having already cut you a huge slice from her cake while the others fought. You've tasted her desserts before, but this one seems sweeter and lighter than usual, and is your favorite of what you'd had in the pass. She wipes the crumbs from the corner of your lips and pockets the napkin.

"Alright, enough." Barks Bear, clearing his throat of the snarl within as he addresses everyone in the room. "We've been over this. We wish them a happy birthday, we give out the present, we play nice for a little while longer, then we each get ten minutes alone. Got it?"

Agreement comes in the form of a grumble or word of confirmation from around the room.

The wolf glances at the sheep by his side. "Wanna start off?"

"Um- Sure! Ha-"

"Wait just a moment.... There." Viney hands place a floral crowd on top your head, buds sprouting and binding the piece to your head by locking with each other through strands of your hair. "Perfection. Now we may begin."

One... Two.. Three.

Out of tune and a few off-key, your loyal and lovestruck pets sing you happy birthday. Through their discordant song, one thing rains clear. The love each individual bares for you and their willingness to make sure your happiness always last. It was the very reason they all were here now without going at each others throats'. The bickering may return another day, but at the end of it all their hearts were yours alone.

#Cafe tag #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere blurb #male yandere #female yandere #yandere fluff #soft yandere #yandere hybrid

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Which Hozier Song is Your OC

Hello I have come back from the abyss to of course do this uquiz. Thank you @corvosattano for tagging me. I tried to do as many ocs as I could manage (it ended up being 12 so my bad) and then included a lyric that I felt related to the oc(s) so apologies for the length. Sending tags out to @belorage @florbelles @unholymilf @adelaidedrubman @heroofpenamstan @confidentandgood @strafethesesinners @deputyash @leviiackrman @jackiesarch @shallow-gravy @shellibisshe and uh anyone else that wants to!

Anthea (ffxiv/bg3)

Wasteland, Baby! it's the end of the world, but the beginning of something that will outlive us all. you might like my tag #growing through solastalgia on tumblr. just because the world is falling apart doesn't mean we can't find peace.

"And the day that we'll watch the death of the sun/That the cloud and the cold and those jeans you have on/Then you'll gaze unafraid as they sob from the city roofs"

Catlina Rojas, Carly (fc5, bloodlines/ffxiv)

NFWMB oh, it is a privilege to be loved by you. you'd break the world for the person you love. we all want a love like that, i think. we all want such utter devotion. save it for someone who deserves it, though, because not everyone does.

"If I was born as a blackthorn tree/I'd wanna be felled by you/Held by you/Fuel the pyre of your enemies"

Siberite Akagane (ffxiv)

Abstract (Psychopomp) i mean, the world is so broken. and yet it's so beautiful it makes you want to cry. what can you even do with a feeling like this?

"Darling, there's a part of me/I'm afraid will always be/Trapped within an abstract from a moment of my life/The weeds up through the concrete/The traffic picking up speed/All my love and terror/Balanced there between those eyes"

Demos Reyes, Conner Enache (ffxiv, bloodlines/ffxiv)

Would That I morning dew, shifting grass, foxglove growing by an old fence post. woods, thick and old. and then: the joyful spark of a flame. i hope you get to lie down in a dewy field sometime soon.

"True that I saw her hair like the branch of a tree/A willow dancing on air before covering me/Under cotton and calicoes/Over canopy dapple long ago"

Sahar Mahin (m*rvel)

Francesca "i would do it again." honestly this song changed my life. i hope the people you love are worth suffering for.

"Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah/If I could hold you for a minute/Darling, I'd go through it again, ah, ah/I would still be surprised I could find you, darling/In any life"

Stasia (bloodlines/ffxiv)

Eat Your Young you have strong feelings about the state of the world. i like your passion. plus, you know how to boogie to songs that would disturb your grandma if she listened to the lyrics too closely, which is always a plus. is cannibalism a red flag?

"Honey, I'm making sure the table's made/We can celebrate the good that we've done/I won't lie, if there's something still to take/There is ground to break, whatever's still to come"

Azatae (dnd/bg3)

It Will Come Back why is it so hard to stay away? you might have a tendency to get addicted. and it makes sense. if you've always been starving, then any scraps look like a feast. but you really do deserve better than this. i hope you treat yourself with kindness.

"I know who I am when I'm alone/I'm something else when I see you/You don't understand, you should never know/How easy you are to need"

HK (dnd/bg3)

Work Song i wrote a poem about this one once! devotion and the way it crushes you. the way it saves you. sometimes the only thing that can save your life is having someone to live for. and sometimes when you've found that person you would do impossible things to stay by their side. i like the way no grave can hold your body down. it's neat.

"I didn't care much how long I lived/But I swear I thought I dreamed her/She never asked me once about the wrong I did"

Chance Ruicknar (fc5)

From Eden you might like the game slither.io. also, you're a bop. have you seen Good Omens? there's this snake demon you might really enjoy.

"Babe/There's something lonesome about you/Something so wholesome about you/Get closer to me/No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony/No 'who cares', no vacant stares, no time for me"

Lizette Rojas (fc5)

In a Week have you ever thought about the fact that you have to kill other things in order to keep yourself alive? whether plant, animal, bacteria, or fungus, you're always killing things in order to eat. and in return, when you die, they'll get to eat you. the feast has begun.

"I have never known peace/Like the damp grass that yields to me/I have never known hunger/Like these insects that feast on me/A thousand teeth/And yours among them, I know"

#head still buzzing from seeing him live just a week ago so i am just !!!!!#but anyway the kids got some good good government assigned hozier songs #Shout out to Cat and Carly getting the same result so proud of soft tiny girl #Liz is interesting but you know what considering what could have happened if mom and dad hadn't shown up.....its fair #every time thea gets something about the end of the world i just :'))) because wow that really impacted you didnt it baby girl #tag games

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use-your-telescope · 4 months

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When Everything's Made to be Broken - Chapter 12: Shiny Celebrity Skin

Summary: Theo makes her celebrity debut, with some unexpected results.

Author's Notes: Okay, I grappled with this one for a while - I tried for so long to figure out how to make a certain plot thread work without a certain celebrity appearing at least once or twice, and well… I couldn’t do it. So, uh, I feel weird doing this, but there is a brief interaction with a fictionalized(!!!) version of Taylor Swift. This is almost guaranteed to be the only chapter where she actually appears in a scene - there are a few mentions of things happening “off-screen” that she’s a part of later on in the story, but it’s not anything that would involve her actively appearing in a scene.

Obviously I do not know her, I do not own her likeness, and I absolutely do not own her music (I’m team Taylor’s version - WE DO NOT LISTEN TO STOLEN MUSIC IN THIS HOUSEHOLD!). And more obviously, Theo is a fictional character who did not help record any of Taylor’s music. And to make it painfully clear, Taylor is not a villain or a hero in this story, and this isn’t meant to be a commentary on her as a person in any way, shape, or form.

And look, I know some people are not a fan of Taylor. If you’re in that camp, don’t worry! The interaction is brief, and it’s not meant to make you change your mind. Just hang tight - I *promise* this will be worth it in the long run.

If you enjoy, please reblog!! I'm a lil' blog and reblogs really help me out <3

Content Warnings: alcohol consumption. Discussions of hooking up.

Word Count: 5,644

Read on AO3 | When Everything's Made to be Broken Masterlist

Song: Celebrity Status - Marianas Trench

I look around, round, look around and look it over, I take it up- up, take it out and, take you nowhere, Trading in who I've been for shiny celebrity skin I like to push it and, push it until my luck is over It never stop stops, never stops, well you better, Think it over prima donna you don't want to sever, All the work to impress, charming girls out of their dresses, And smiling pretty, well pretty will swallow you forever

The celebrity status that came with being an Avenger was exhausting.

Between their public relations team micromanaging every interaction with the press and the constant appearances, it was a wonder there was enough time to actually go on missions. Even if Theo was well-versed in interacting with people in positions of power and putting on a show, it wasn’t how she really wanted to spend her days off.

They had been on a roll - last week, Theo did interviews and cover shoots for two different magazines. The day before, she recorded a 73 questions video for Vogue. In a week, she would fly out to Chicago and feature on Hot Ones.

But before she flew to Illinois, she had a late show appearance to get through.

It wasn’t until after she arrived and they had a meeting with the production team to run through the order of the show that Theo discovered she was not simply doing a live interview, but she would also be chatting with Chris Anders, an A-list actor who was promoting his newest movie in which he played a combat medic.

Normally Theo wasn’t thrown off by meeting other celebrities, but even she had to admit she was a bit starstruck. He always looked dreamy in pictures, but in real life he was gorgeous. Like, earth-shatteringly stunning. Bright blue eyes, blond hair, and tanned skin made him the epitome of an all-American guy; if Steve ever traded in his shield for an acting career, he’d probably look like Chris. Theo didn’t typically have a thing for blond guys, and frankly the resemblance to Steve Rogers should have made him appear less attractive, but well… There was something about him that she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

At least Theo knew she was dressed to kill. The outfit she chose was a far cry from her scrubs: a black cropped tee with a cropped lace bustier underneath paired with an asymmetric leather midi skirt, all Alexander McQueen, and black Louboutin pumps. The confidence boost that came from looking like a badass was much needed, because even Avengers could get nervous when talking to attractive celebrities, particularly when those Avengers were single.

In real life, Chris was every bit as funny and charming as he seemed. He laughed at Theo’s jokes and asked questions that made Theo wonder if he had taken the time before the taping to learn more about the sorceress. On camera, the conversation was effortless, lighthearted, and just a bit flirtatious; far from what Theo was used to, but it was fun. Chris was a hit with the audience, but it’d be hard not to be with a smile like his.

So when Chris stopped by Theo’s dressing room after taping and asked for her phone number, she was only slightly surprised. Surprised, because well, A-List Hollywood dreamboat who could have anyone he wanted, and he was asking Theo for her number? Theo, with scars on her face and knobby knees and perpetual bags under her eyes? But not as surprised as she could have been, because the conversation was fun and besides, giving him her number didn’t mean there was any commitment. For all she knew, he simply wanted to keep her number handy in case he was cast as a doctor in the future and needed to ask someone about how to approach the role.

Of course she gave it to him - that was a no-brainer. Not long after, Theo found her heart fluttering when Chris texted her before she even made it back to the tower, asking if she would be attending the Stark Industries charity gala the following evening.

After such a successful day, there was an extra spring in Theo’s step when she entered the living room. She nearly didn’t notice Loki, lounging with his feet propped up on the sofa and a book in hand, but when she approached one of the chairs so she could sit down and kick off her heels she spotted the prince.

Loki glanced up from his book, offering Theo a weary smile and nod; if the bags under his eyes were any indication, he hadn’t been sleeping much lately.

“You’ve returned from your interview; how was it?”

“It was fine,” Theo shrugged, ducking down to tug off her high heels. “I mean, it’s one thing to give an interview, but they also asked me to do a segment with Chris Anders - the Chris Anders.”

“Ah, yes - if memory serves, he is a well-known actor.” Loki absentmindedly replied, closing his book and setting it aside. “I take it you are a fan of his work?”

“It’s impossible not to be a fan - he's been in just about every major film from the last few years.’ Theo lightly scoffed at Loki’s apathy about the situation. “We watched one of his movies the other day.”

“Did we?”

Before Theo could answer, Wanda, Sam, and Bucky strolled into the living room, deeply entrenched in a spirited debate.

“— his performance is so nuanced - a video game could never capture that level of emotion!” Wanda huffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest as both Sam and Bucky rolled their eyes.

“Nuance, Schmuance—“ Bucky retorted, “—the whole point of the game is to shoot aliens! The story didn’t need emotions - all it needed were more aliens!”

“Are the three of you still arguing about your animated game?” Loki interrupted them with an exasperated sigh, massaging one temple with his index finger. “I thought the debate had been settled after viewing the film.”

“Well it was,” Wanda replied, “until they tried to say that the actor playing Tom was probably an asshole. But he couldn’t be - he seems way too nice!”

“Remind me, Maximoff - which actor are you fawning over now?” Loki begrudgingly asked, as if he dreaded the answer.

“—Chris Anders.” Theo rolled her eyes, though she softened the gesture with a smile. “He’s probably the most popular actor in Hollywood right now.”

At that, Loki perked up rather suspiciously. “The one you met today?”

“Oh my god, that’s right—“ Wanda exclaimed, turning to Theo. “— You were on the late show with him! How was it? Is he nice in real life?”

“I think it went well?” Theo answered. “I had just finished telling Loki that I ended up filming a segment with Chris and didn’t bomb it, so I’ll call that a win.”

Loki nodded, flashing Theo a small, timid smile. “Well, I’m certain you charmed the actor just as you’ve charmed the rest of us.”

“Wait, wait, wait - you not only met Chris, but you interviewed with him?!” Wanda nearly squealed, her mouth agape as she processed the news. “I would have died!”

“You know he’s just a guy, right?” Bucky grumbled, looking wholly unimpressed with Wanda’s fangirling.

“Look, I’ll settle for not putting my foot in my mouth on national television.” Theo chuckled, before coyly adding: “Chris may have asked for my phone number though... And he already texted me to ask if he would see me at tomorrow’s gala.”

In a tale of two reactions, Wanda looked like she was about to spontaneously combust from the shock and excitement, while Loki looked like someone just told him the sky was blue.

Then there were Sam and Bucky’s reactions in-between, which involved whooping and wolf whistles.

“It seems as though he was rather enchanted by you, then.” Loki cocked an eyebrow, jade eyes narrowing slightly as he studied Theo. “You certainly dressed to impress.”

The comment had some sort of undercurrent that, combined with his piercing stare, made the words seem as if they were not meant to be taken as a compliment. Theo’s heart went from fluttering to stuttering in her chest, her confidence faltering as if she were about to be knocked down from a pedestal.

“Is it too much?” Theo asked a bit too quickly for her own liking; she grimaced as she glanced down at her outfit.

“No, not at all.” Loki slowly shook his head, tongue darting out to lick his lips. If Theo didn’t know better, she would have sworn his eyes darkened as they roved up and down her body. “It’s different from your typical attire, but pleasantly so. You look… ravishing.”

“Yeah, you look hot.” Sam agreed, elbowing Bucky in the chest as he smirked at him. “She looks hot, right Bucky?”

“Yeah, doll —“ Bucky smirked, “— You keep it up and you’re gonna end up with every guy in this city dreaming about all the things they’d like to do with you.” Despite speaking to Theo, Bucky’s attention and smirk were pointed directly towards Loki.

Theo’s cheeks flared with heat - partly from Sam and Bucky laying it on thick, though mostly she was relieved that Loki was not criticizing the look.

When his approval started to matter, Theo wasn’t sure, but she also hadn’t given it much thought. Then again, the prospect of Loki not liking her outfit stung more than the idea of her potential date not being into her outfit… If she was honest, Theo was nowhere near ready to try and make sense of that.

“You can’t leave us hanging - what did you tell him!?” Wanda, having regained her composure, asked the inevitable question.

“That I was going to be there and a drink sounded nice?” For a moment, Theo wondered if Wanda was going to freak out again. Instead, a smile crept up on Wanda’s face, and Theo could tell something was up. “… Wanda, what are you planning?”

“Well if you’re meeting a movie star for a drink tomorrow, we should probably go shopping so you have something cute to wear…” Wanda perked up, winking at Theo. “Oh! We’ll get Nat to come too - she needs a break from the mat anyways - and make it a girl’s day!”

Before Theo could point out that she already had a dress, Wanda rushed down the hall shouting for Natasha. Theo glanced at the others — Sam wore a shit-eating grin, while Bucky offered no sympathy. Loki just shrugged, though a glint of amusement reflected in his smile.

Meanwhile, Theo tried not to scream what the hell did I just get myself into?

Either way, it didn’t matter - she had a date to get ready for.

When the mirrors and the lights and the smoke clear I’d never guess how we ever could’ve gotten here You can say what you say, when the lights go down So shake, shake, shake and shut your mouth

“Champagne?” A waiter came around with a tray of champagne flutes, offering them to guests throughout the event.

“Yes, thank you.” Chris took two glasses, handing one to Theo and keeping the other for himself.

Across from her, Chris Anders leaned up against a cocktail table. Dressed in a navy slim-fit tuxedo, Chris looked every part of the charming A-List actor that Wanda hyped him up to be. The same charming, boyish grin from the night before was on full display as he drank in the sight of Theo in a black lace gown with beading that glistened and shimmered in the low lights.

Even if she hadn’t been trying to charm an A-List actor, Theo would have felt like a million bucks. The dress, though more suggestive than what she initially picked, hit her in all the right places and really helped her embrace her more feminine side. The stilettos she wore gave her a precious few inches that made her less likely to feel like everyone towered over her, increasing her confidence.

In some ways, it felt like revisiting her first night in the tower, but this time she knew what to expect. The lack of constant scrutiny from Avengefs and reporters may have also helped. Then again, at the end of the day it turned out that charming people and rubbing elbows with the rich and powerful was pretty much the same, regardless of the realm.

The idea of spending the evening at Chris’s side was both nerve-wracking and exciting. Theo’s consistent presence and conversation was enough to capture the interest of people she didn’t know, allowing Theo to flex her conversational skills and build her own connections, which in turn made the room full of socialites less surreal.

Chris was more than easy on the eyes. He said all the right things to pique Theo’s interest. He didn’t ask too many questions, which was certainly a plus, and he easily kept the conversation flowing. With that in mind, Theo wasn’t opposed to cozying up a bit more with him.

Yet, something in her stomach felt… off.

Maybe it had to do with the non-existent privacy at the event. Wanda, Sam, and Bucky had made a game of lurking nearby, spying on her as the actor talked Theo’s ear off about the film he just finished shooting. Focusing on Chris proved to be a challenge when her friends seemed hellbent on reminding Theo that someone was always watching. They weren’t even subtle about it – all Theo had to do was glance over Chris’s shoulder to see the three of them making kissy faces at her.

Theo started to wonder if her teammates were going to walk up to Chris and start talking about their movie versus video game debate. She prayed they wouldn’t.

Then again, her friends were far from the only people who kept a close eye on the couple. Frankly, Theo hadn’t truly comprehended just how well-known Chris was until they spent the first two hours of the night constantly interrupted by people trying to get even a moment of the actor’s attention. Even Loki had been observing, though he was far more subtle than her other friends - subtle enough that Theo never noticed that she was the consistent focus of the younger Asgardian’s attention.

The sensation of everyone watching her was incredibly different from the bars from her first night out with her teammates, when it was easy to fly under the radar. Between being seen with Chris, her rapidly growing social media following, and the recent interview spree, Theo certainly had no shortage of positive attention over the last few weeks.

Chris caught the attention of someone from behind Theo, gesturing for them to come over and join the pair. “Theo, I want you to meet–”

“I was wondering when I would run into you!” Even though it had been years, Theo recognized that voice anywhere.

Then again, the fact that the voice belonged to the one person at the gala more famous than Chris meant that even if Theo hadn’t known her, she would have recognized the voice. “It’s been ages!”

“Taylor!” Theo spun around, arms already open to greet the popstar in an embrace. “How the hell are you?” In some ways, it was like Taylor hadn’t changed a bit since they worked together: the trademark red lip that highlighted a cheshire grin, long, blonde hair with perfectly disheveled blunt bangs, and an outfit that would undoubtedly sell out the moment pictures were posted online. At the same time, all it took was one close look into her crystal blue eyes to see that she was far different from the Taylor that Theo worked with all those years ago.

“I’m great,” Taylor leaned back, still half-embracing Theo as she took in Theo’s appearance. “Tell me about you - Clearly you’ve been busy since we last crossed paths!”

“Oh you know, I finished med school. Joined the Avengers. Nothing too wild–”

“--You two know each other?” Chris interrupted the reunion, one brow arched in confusion while he wore a half-scowl as he quickly realized that this was not the introduction he anticipated.

“Oh yeah, Theo played on Red – we go way back,” Taylor answered, barely paying Chris any mind before returning her full attention to Theo. “Speaking of, you’ve heard I’m re-recording my first six albums, right? Would you be willing to re-record your parts on Red?”

The question caught Theo off guard, though in some ways, the request made sense; after all, the goal was to make the re-recordings sound like the originals so whenever someone wanted to license a song, they would have no reason to choose the old recording over the new one.

But Theo’s parts on the original record were pretty small, all things considered. And up until Theo stepped into the limelight as an Avenger, it would have been much easier to find someone else to record those parts than it would have been to track her down. Besides, Avengers were busy, and so were international pop stars - Theo would have understood if Taylor didn’t want to bother trying to coordinate schedules so they could record together.

“I– uh, yeah – as long as the timing works out, I’m in,” Theo tried to play off her surprise, covering it up with a (hopefully) bright smile. “Just let me know when and where I need to be and I’ll do my best to make it happen!”

“Perfect.” Before Taylor could say anything else, someone waved Taylor over to join them. She held up a finger, mouthing “just a moment” before returning her attention back to Theo. “Hey, we should grab a drink soon and catch up. Clearly you’ve been busy and I want to hear all about it, ideally when I’m not being dragged around to make appearances.” Taylor winked, taking hold of Theo’s shoulder as she leaned in and whispered in Theo’s ear. “I might have a separate proposition for you, as well…But we’ll save that conversation for another day.” She leaned back, smirked, and cocked an eyebrow at Theo.

“You know where to find me,” Theo reminded her, returning a wry grin and a wink of her own. It was probably for the best that they didn’t go into catching up at that particular moment, since there was plenty to discuss and in front of Theo’s date was not the best place to do so.

With that, Taylor waved at another person trying to get her attention and slipped away into the crowd.

“I wasn’t aware you already knew Taylor Swift.” Chris remarked, his attention still focused on the space where Taylor had vanished into the crowd.

“I’m full of surprises, what can I say?” Theo teased, taking a sip of her drink.

“Well, I look forward to being surprised by you in the future.” There was something about the way Chris spoke that seemed a bit too smooth, too practiced.

Then again, he was an actor. Performance was at the core of his work, and like Theo he probably reverted to his own acting skills in social situations, especially when he wanted to seem confident. And trying to impress someone on a date was certainly one of the times any sane person would want to feel confident.

“Hey, let’s go dance,” Theo suggested, gliding her fingers down Chris’s arm and taking his hand. As if a switch flipped, the dazzling grin returned as Chris gestured towards Theo to lead the way. Weaving between the couples on the dance floor, Theo waited until they were in the middle of the group before she turned back to Chris, who held his arms in a silent invitation to dance.

“You look stunning this evening,” Chris complimented, pulling Theo close as they moved to the music. “I’m lucky to have such radiant company.”

Theo’s cheeks burned as she replied with a shy smile. Sure, she trusted her friends’ judgment about what to wear, but that wasn’t what left her flushed at his remarks. He was new, and the intensity of his gaze felt both intoxicating and dizzying amidst the crowd. When Theo looked closely, she spotted a hunger in Chris’s eyes that left her wanting more.

The night flew by. One moment, they were spinning and laughing among the crowd; the next, the DJ announced to guests that it was the last song of the evening. Whether they were ready or not, it was time for the festivities to draw to a close.

The end of the evening did little to dampen the conversation between Theo and Chris as they followed the crowd out the door; if anything, they both slowed down as they approached the exit, stretching out their time together for as long as possible.

Just after they passed through the exit, Chris took Theo’s hand and pulled her aside.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Chris whispered in her ear; his breath tickled, sending a delicious chill down Theo’s spine. “Go back to my place?”

Behind Chris, Bucky smirked at Theo and Wanda gave her a thumbs up; if Chris hadn’t been watching her so closely, she would have rolled her eyes at the pair. Inevitably, they wouldn’t be the only people who noticed; after all, a plethora of eyes followed them all evening.

A yes sprung to Theo’s tongue, but just before she said it out loud, she stopped. Realistically, Chris was a stranger to her - sure, she knew the basics about him — the kinds of things someone usually knew about a celebrity — but she didn’t know enough about him to comfortably let her guard down. Being a high profile celebrity was different from being an Avenger.

For all she knew, he wanted to use her for something; after all, fame wasn’t all people made it out to be. Besides, people frequently sought after Theo’s magic.

Restraint was best in the situation.

“I appreciate the invite, but I have to work in the hospital tomorrow morning,” Theo covered, her tone light and casual, but quiet enough that any eavesdroppers wouldn’t hear. “This was fun though - I’d love to go out with you again!”

Out of the corner of Theo’s eye, Loki slipped out of the party with dark eyes and a devilish grin. Trailing close behind, hand linked in his, was a woman who had to be a supermodel, based on her absolutely flawless figure, perfectly tanned complexion, and perfectly styled outfit.

A pang of jealousy unexpectedly shot through Theo at the sight.

“Of course.” Chris immediately masked the split second of surprise on his face with a polite, albeit benign smile. “It’s probably just as well, because I have to fly back to California tomorrow morning.”

Despite the rejection, Chris bid Theo goodbye with a kiss on the cheek, which certainly was a surprise. After all, she just turned him down; the last thing she expected was for him to be so… affectionate?

Once Chris disappeared from view, Theo took advantage of her familiarity with the tower’s layout to take a quieter route to her suite. quickly slipped away through a back hall The second she was out of sight from prying eyes, Theo let out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding.

While Theo waited for the elevator, she couldn’t help but play the evening over in her mind. Chris was charming, handsome, and there was nothing wrong with him — why was she so hesitant? And what was up with her reaction to Loki?

Of course the silvertongue would be able to woo and bring home anyone he wanted without having to think twice about it. Maybe that was the cause of her jealousy — Loki didn’t have to overthink every interaction like she did.

Shaking her head, Theo dispelled the thoughts of Loki hooking up with some random person; it wasn’t her business what or who he did in his spare time.

Which brought Theo’s attention back to Chris. Her hesitancy around him didn’t seem like it was just because she didn’t know him very well; something else lurked underneath that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. But as she thought about it, the only reason she came up with was that everything about Chris just seemed too perfect.

In the end, it wouldn’t matter; playing the role of an Avenger was supposed to be nothing more than a means to an end. At most, it would be temporary. Theo needed to remember that.

I wonder why, why, I wonder why, why I oughta, Let you wreck, resurrect whatever you want to I can't depend, in the end you know I thought you were my friend Just stop, just stop, just stop I think I got it Sorry you, sorry me, sorry every in between, Sorry everybody here will never be somebody clean There's a piece of me they're throwing back at us, And they will buy you and sell you for celebrity status

Despite the knowledge that it was smart to not bring a guy home after the first date, Theo woke the next morning and immediately wondered if she played it too safe. Chris was friendly, charming, good looking, and didn’t act weird about her being an Avenger - how often would she encounter guys like that? Probably never, but Theo essentially turned Chris down. As Theo laid in bed and stared at the ceiling, she debated whether she should reach out to Chris or not.

On one hand, he made her laugh; on the other hand, they wouldn’t see each other often with conflicting schedules. He was hot, but probably had fans who would hate on Theo for dating him. He was used to the spotlight, but dating an Avenger might put his safety at risk. They had a lot of common interests, but they hadn’t talked about any serious topics - what if he secretly believed in some kind of cult? He was an accomplished actor, but Theo couldn’t promise to be there for awards shows because monsters and criminals don’t believe in days off.

Ugh, she did not miss dating.

After mentally making the pro-con lists in her head for the third time, she decided to hold off. If she texted him too soon, she might seem clingy; besides, even if he was perfectly nice and charming and fun to be around, that feeling of something being off still lingered.

Theo rolled onto her side and snatched her phone from her nightstand to check the time, only to find a message waiting for her.

“Had a great time last night - want to grab a drink next time I’m in town? - C”

Though pleasantly surprised, Theo held off on replying. If nothing else, she needed some coffee and to wake up more before deciding on how to respond. Outside her window, the sunrise covered the skyline in a golden glow – it seemed like it was as good of a time as any to head up to the roof and enjoy her morning coffee.

Stillness permeated the tower as Theo made her way to the kitchen. With the incredibly early hour and the event that took place last night, she fully expected to be the first person awake. However, a full pot of freshly brewed coffee indicated that someone else claimed the title of first person awake. Theo wasn’t going to complain - that meant all she had to do was find her favorite mug and fill it up before enjoying some peace and quiet outdoors.

Upon arriving on the roof, Theo discovered just who woke up before her: Loki. He sat on one of the sectionals with his back to her. Loose black curls tumbled past his shoulders, swaying slightly in the cool morning breeze.

“Great minds think alike.” Theo greeted him, taking a seat on one of the other sectionals.

Loki simply hummed in acknowledgement of her greeting before returning his gaze off into the distance.

For once, Loki didn’t have a book with him. Hands wrapped around his own coffee, he sat back in his seat, soaking up the relative peace of the morning. Like the morning on the balcony, the silence held no weight, no pressure to force conversation or entertain the other. In the city that never sleeps, something about early mornings - those moments between where one day ended and the next began - felt almost sacred. Speaking, it seemed, might ruin that.

Amidst the stillness, Theo caught herself studying Loki’s facial features, contrasting the difference from when he slept to how he appeared in the soft morning light.

Of course, there were things that Theo noticed before – Loki’s sharp bone structure certainly topped that list. But that morning, she couldn’t help but notice new things: the hints of worry lines that crossed his forehead, the crease from furrowed brows (an expression which she imagined he’d perfected at this point, along with the eye roll), the way his lips pulled across his teeth when he was close to smiling, but wasn’t quite ready to commit.

Theo knew Loki, besides being Aesir in form, was technically a frost giant and a god, but Loki looked shockingly human as he relaxed on the rooftop. Even in his Aesir form, Loki often looked more divine than mortal. But here… Some was different here. He seemed softer, less guarded. Perhaps it was the way his shoulders relaxed, or the way he stretched out in the morning glow.

“How was your evening?” Loki struck up a conversation, taking a sip of coffee.

“It was good,” Theo smiled, looking out across the roof. “How was your night?”

“It was alright…” Loki trailed off, glancing briefly at Theo before returning his gaze to the skyline. “You were certainly the center of attention last night.”

“Me, or the A-List actor that I spent the night with?” Theo’s attention returned to the god sitting next to her.

Loki chuckled, and Theo caught herself appreciating the way his eyes crinkled at the corners. “I suppose both would be a fair answer. He was rather attractive, I must admit. If I had been in your position, I certainly would have brought him back to my quarters for the evening.”

Theo let out a gentle laugh, biting her lip. Yes, Chris was good looking, and he certainly piqued her curiosity… but she couldn’t shake the feeling in her gut that something just wasn’t right.

“Are you going to see him again?” Loki finally turned to focus on Theo. His sea-glass eyes held her gaze with surprising openness. A hint of sadness colored his words; it was subtle enough that Theo couldn’t quite place what sounded off about his question.

“Why, do you want to hit him up if I don’t?” Theo teased, offering Loki a wink. “I wouldn’t blame you.”

Loki gave her a wry smile, shaking his head. “Simple curiosity.”

“He asked if I wanted to get a drink next time I’m in town…” Theo shrugged, finding herself less enthusiastic about the idea than she was when she first awoke. “I haven’t given an answer one way or the other yet. It was hard to really get to know him with so many people vying for his attention, so it would be nice to do something that wasn’t so… public? Then again, if we ended up dating, I doubt I would ever get any privacy again, so there’s that…”

Loki let out a breathless laugh. “Privacy is already in short supply when one is an Avenger.”

Nodding in agreement, Theo took another slow drink of her coffee.

“That’s true, but at least I can set boundaries and choose what I share with the world,” she pointed out, “I can shape the way people see me, how they see my role as an Avenger.”

“That is what we do in some ways, isn’t it?” Loki mused, his brows drawing together in thought. “Play roles?”

“All the world’s a stage and all the men and women are merely players…” Theo took a big swig of coffee, relishing the bitter taste that coated her tongue. “… Or some shit like that.”

Loki doubled over from laughter, eyes wide as he nearly spit out his coffee from surprise. It took a moment to return to his more composed self before he sarcastically replied: “Yes, or some shit like that.”

The way he mocked her wording brought a grin to Theo’s lips. “Okay, but think about it — how much of our lives are spent playing roles? How often do we get to be ourselves without altering our behaviors because of others’ opinions? Even putting on a brave face or being diplomatic is playing a role.”

Loki pursed his lips, studying Theo carefully.

“How much time do you spend playing roles?” Even if the question wasn’t out of left field, it still felt much more serious than the conversation up to that point.

“More than I’d like,” Theo admitted, glancing down at her cup and swirling her coffee around. “But it has saved my ass enough times that I will never hesitate to do it if I think it will help me.”

Theo bit the inside of her cheek, cursing herself for saying too much. The answer would probably come back to bite her in the ass, most likely in the form of Loki asking her a million follow up questions.

Note to self: more coffee before any early morning personal conversations.

“I suppose we have that in common, then.”

Much to Theo’s surprise, Loki left it at that, and returned his attention to the city around them. While Loki was known to be cunning, Theo got the sense that at its core, Loki’s answer was not rooted in cunning or manipulation, but survival.

And Theo understood that all too well.

Step one, step two, step three, repeat And I pray at the church of asses in the seats To disappear behind the beat…

#loki #loki imagine #loki fanfiction #loki marvel #loki slow burn #when everything's made to be broken #wemtbb #loki x ofc

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basicallyahedgehog · 1 year

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This Time

The wonderful, amazing, incomparable @phoebe-delia celebrated her 2nd fandomversary this week. It's also recently been a year since I fully crashed into her DMs and then just never left, and she's also been kicking absolute ass in her non-fandom life too and I just super proud of her.

So I found this fic that has been languishing in my docs for way too long, dusted it off and finished it, and Pheebs, I present to you the completed "Fic to Wreck Phoebe." It has 8th year party games, boys being idiots, non-linear narrative, break-up and make-up, and is inspired by a Glee song, because I just had to. (One of our earliest conversations involved glee gifs, this was a given).

I love you so so so much, this little thing doesn't even come close to communicating that. But I hope you enjoy this little thing.

Read Below, or on AO3

He walked through the corridors, fingers running along the stone walls, eyes bright and heart heavy. So much had happened here, so long ago.

Ghosts of his past self were around every corner, young and bright-eyed, older and world-weary. Laughing with his friends, racing off on adventures, snogging in dark alcoves.

In his mind’s eye he saw the bright flash of his alcove-mate’s hair. He didn’t need a ghost to remind him of that face, those eyes, the tiny smile that hid in the corner of his smirk.

It hurt more knowing he was here, in this building, unaware that he was being thought of.

Harry shook his head and pushed through the heartache. He only had himself to blame.

The eighth year common room was loud and warm, the crackling heat of the fire a comforting addition to the noise and press of bodies against each other, vying for attention. They were all pleasantly tipsy, draped across armchairs or sprawled on the floor, watching the bottle to see where it landed.

A cheer went up when it finally landed on Harry. He had somehow avoided it all night, but his luck seemed to have run out.

“Truth,” he yelled, much to Seamus’ chagrin. They had been playing this for too long for Harry to trust his body to any of his friends’ dares.

It was Ginny who got in first, her quidditch-captain’s voice ringing out across the room. “Who is the prettiest person in the school?”

Harry smirked. “Gin, you’re my ride or die, but we all know that the prettiest person is…” He trailed off purposely, teasing his friends by keeping them in suspense. In the light of day he could barely get a word through the permanent lump in his throat. But in the dim common room, his head buzzing with cheap alcohol, he could say anything.

“Malfoy.”

He let himself wander, switching off his mind and allowing his feet to take him all over the castle. In only a few short weeks the school would be overrun with teenagers, but right now the halls were eerily silent.

When he finally took in his surroundings, he almost regretted his aimless wandering. Taking in the door in front of him, he stopped himself just before he could reach for the handle.

If he asked for a safe space, would it be the same? Would he walk into the cozy little room they had spent so many hours in, or had he lost that right when he had left?

“Never have I ever kissed a boy!”

Harry leaned further into the sofa cushions, letting the silly atmosphere wash over him. He was probably the most sober one in the room — although more emphasis should be given to the most than the sober.

He took a sip of his drink, mind casting back to dark alleys and hazy clubs. He ignored the ache in his chest, the little voice in his head that insisted that he should have waited for a boy, not just the first bloke he’d seen that night in Muggle London.

He scanned the room, attempting to shake off his thoughts. He watched as Dean and Seamus drank from each other’s cups, as Blaise knocked back a shot with a “I’ll try anything once.”

He watched as Draco sat stock still, staring at the bottle in his hand as if it had mortally offended him. He didn’t take a drink.

Try as he might, he couldn’t ignore the sinking feeling deep in his gut. He was too sober for this.

Harry paced back and forth in front of the door, repeatedly calling up the Room but never entering.

I need a safe space.

I need to see Draco.

I need our room.

The bottle spun and spun and spun, or was that the room spinning? Harry had been getting tipsier and tipsier during these parties, unable to bear the persistent ache in his chest any longer than absolutely necessary.

At the beginning the ache had only appeared during these parties, watching Draco allow himself to relax a little, counting the tiny wisps of hair that escaped his normally-neat ponytail. Recently, however, the ache had followed Harry wherever he went, calling up images of Draco’s small smile when he got the right answer in class, the bags under his eyes after a night of no sleep, the sound of his giggles when he was tipsy.

Harry didn’t know how much longer he could stand it.

He didn’t know how long he stood outside the door before he finally turned the knob. He’d entirely lost track of his thoughts, and didn’t know what to expect on the other side.

Whatever it was, surely it couldn’t make the ache in his heart any worse.

He should be used to it by now, he’d been carrying it around for so long. In his dreams — and his nightmares — at work, at the Burrow, at the pub with his friends. It was all his own fault, not even the person he was aching for was to blame.

He’d been so young, so stupid, and he’d ruined his own life before it had even really begun.

“Oi, Potter!”

Harry lifted his eyes from his essay, turning towards the group by the fire. Yet another drunken games night was in full swing, but he had begged off, claiming he had too much research to do for his final Transfiguration report.

In truth, he didn’t think he could handle the sight of a soft, silly Draco tonight — or any night. If he allowed himself to look he would do something stupid. Like kiss a boy he didn’t get to keep.

“Get over here!” Pansy was bright-eyed, draped across Ginny’s lap as she beckoned Harry over. “Blaise just dared Draco to kiss you, and he said he’d do it!”

He steeled himself, stepping through the door before he could back out. He had done that once, he wouldn’t do it again.

Even if it was only him, now.

“You don’t have to.” Draco’s face was downturned, but Harry could still make out the blush on his cheeks, the teeth biting into his lower lip. His eyes lifted as Harry made his way over — slowly, as if in a dream — pale blue peeking through blonde lashes, betraying all the uncertainty and hope that Harry himself was feeling.

Had Draco been wanting this, too?

“I want to,” he breathed, kneeling in front of Draco’s chair, leaning closer, closer…

The Room looked the same as it always had for the two of them. Warm fire, cozy armchairs, soft blankets thrown over them haphazardly.

The books were still there, torn pieces of parchment marking their places when they became too sleepy or too absorbed in each other to continue. Harry was pretty sure he could see an old Slytherin tie stuffed haphazardly into the corner of the couch.

He walked towards the fire in a daze, toeing off his shoes as he stepped onto the rug. The rug that Draco had been adamant about keeping clean.

The rug upon which Draco had told Harry that he loved him.

The rug upon which Draco had sat, alone, as Harry had fled.

They’d had one, blissful month. A month of stolen kisses and laughs echoing down the corridors as they ran outside, or to the Room. A month in which Harry didn’t have a single nightmare, a month of cuddles by the fire and gentle hands running through his hair.

He could feel himself falling, falling, falling. Falling in love, falling into a happiness he never thought he’d have.

Falling into a fear of all he could lose, a fear that threatened to engulf him, swallow him whole.

He pushed it aside, focusing on NEWTs and soft lips and softer giggles. He tucked each smile into his heart and tried not to think about how it would all end.

The night before graduation, Draco dragged him into the Room. “One last time,” he whispered, pushing Harry against the wall, into an alcove, against the door of the Room as it swung shut.

“One last time.”

It echoed through his head, the finality of it stinging. And so, he hadn’t really heard what Draco was saying, not until hours, days, weeks later. Not until after he had already ruined his life.

“I love you, Harry.”

Harry dropped to his knees, head in his hands, as the sobs ripped through him. Sobs he hadn’t let himself have all those years ago. Sobs that he still didn’t deserve, even ten years on.

This was a terrible, awful idea, coming back. How could he have said yes, knowing what it would mean? How could he live here, work here, knowing that doing so would be a constant reminder to Draco of what they had had, what he himself had torn apart.

He was selfish, and heedless, running head first into a situation yet again, thinking only of himself, of his own need to see Draco one more time.

Harry stood stoic throughout the graduation ceremony, staring resolutely ahead despite his brain screaming at him to look just a little bit to his left. He squeezed his eyes shut as Draco’s name was called, not deserving to watch as he graduated — second in their class only to Hermione.

Harry was so, so proud of him, of how hard he’d worked. But he didn’t get to feel that, not anymore. Not when he’d gone and ruined everything.

Because why would Draco still want him after he had run like a coward?

Time lost all meaning as he sat, doubled over, in front of the fire, finally allowing himself to mourn the last ten years. To feel the pain of them — his fault, all his fault — to feel the pain of his own — foolish, stupid — decision to come back.

Time stood still as arms wrapped around him, as he was pulled back against a strong chest. As he was rocked, as hands ran through his hair.

Only one pair of arms felt like that. Only one pair of hands knew just how to detangle his mess of curls.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Sshhh, love. It’s okay. It’s okay now.”

Harry scrambled back, rubbing furiously at his eyes as he stared at Draco in disbelief.

“No, it’s not! How can you say it’s okay when I ruined it all ten years ago! How can you stand to be here, with me?”

Draco reached out, taking Harry’s hands in his own. “You hurt me, yes. And we will need to talk about it sometime soon. But Harry, don’t you think we’ve had enough hurt and sadness? Don’t you think you’ve beaten yourself up over that night enough?”

Draco laughed as Harry stared at him in consternation. “You forget that I work with Neville, and that my best friend is married to a Weasley.” He pulled Harry back into his chest, running a tender hand over his cheek. “And if you’d stayed around long enough any time they tried to talk to you about it, you’d know that I’m not angry, never was, really. Upset, yes. But I know you, Harry. I know you were scared, and taken by surprise. I’m sorry that I didn’t come after you, that night or any in the years since.”

“I don’t deserve you.” The tears had stopped, but his heart still ached with all the time they’d lost, all the questions he was too scared to ask, even now.

“Oh, love. You deserve everything.” Soft lips pressed tender kisses to his forehead, his cheeks. “I never stopped loving you, even when I tried to. It’s always been you, Harry.”

There was so much he wanted to say. “How did you know I was here?”

“My magic felt you.”

Harry didn’t know who moved first, all he knew was soft lips on his, and hands in his hair. All he knew was the rug against his back as Draco laid him down, gently, tenderly. All he knew was the feeling rising up in his chest.

“I love you, Draco. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

#phoebe you own my whole entire heart #my pheeby deeby #my writing #this ended up more angsty than intended #but it all ends happily i promise

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otaku-trash · 1 year

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'Baby It’s Cold Outside’

Pairing: Harry Wells

Warning: Slight Angst but mostly fluff. This might also be considered a song fic

Author’s Note: This is going to be used with the same background as a possible fanfic that may come out latter in the future. This is also a Christmas Special! Marry Chrstmas to all you beautiful and lovely humans! I hope you had a great Christamas and a Happy New Year. And if you don’t celebrate either I hope you have a good day and days to come.

Summary: Christmas is hard on everyone this year but mostly for the two Wells, but with a little music and a warm cup of chocolate coffee they just might be able to enjoy their Christmas this year.

Masterlist

The Flash Masterlist

The quiet howling of the wind was the only thing that was heard as the pot of coffee brewed. Reaching into one of the cabinets the female Wells grabbed two large mugs and two packets of hot chocolate. Gazing out into the winter skies of Central City. She watched as the white powder counted the street floors.

“Y/nnnnnnnn!”

“I’m in here Cisco,” she called back to her younger colleague.

“We’re about to head out, do you need a life?”

Casting him a warm smile she shook her head, “I’m going to stay here tonight. Make sure Harry has some company this Christmas.”

At her reply his face contorted to one of worry, and she couldn’t blame him. This was the first Christmas since she found out that Eobard Thawne killed her husband and took over his body as well as him killing her adopted daughter Jessie.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure Cisco. Go have fun with everyone,” she reassured him with a lopsided grin.

“Alright see ya tomorrow then.”

“Unless there’s a metahuman none of you are coming in to work tomorrow.”

“But-”

“No buts. Tell Catlin that she doesn’t need to come in tomorrow and if I see any of you here so help me i’ll-”

“Alright alright I get it,” he yelled, throwing his hands up before the older woman could go into detail about how she would dissect his body and get away with murdering him.

Shaking her head in amusement as Cisco ran out of the small kitchen they had at Star Labs. Dumping a pack of hot chocolate into each mug followed by the hot coffee. Topping it off with whip cream, shaved chocolate, marshmallows, and a mint candy cane. She takes the two mugs down to Cisco’s lab where the Earth-2 Well’s should be working.

The hallway lights were dim. The only light in the halls where the Christmas lights that she had Barry hang up throughout the hallways. Stopping in the entry way she hesitated. She knows that this isn’t Thawne but the fact that he has the same face as her late husband left a foul taste on the tip of her tongue.

“Knock knock,” she said softly as to not startle the Doctor. “I brought a refill.”

“Thanks but no thanks. I only drink coffee,” His voice was slightly raspy from the fatigue that was consuming his body.

“Well you're in luck. A cup of freshly brewed coffee,” she replied, handing him the mug.

Raising a single eyebrow he shot back, “It has sugar I take mine black.”

“And it is black mixed with a few other things,” at his confused and slightly hesitant Y/n elaborated, “In the past my earths Harisson and Jessie we had a tradition together. Every

Christmas whoever was staying with us in our home would have a chocolate coffee movie night with us. And I know you don’t want to celebrate Christmas this year because Jessie can’t be here with you but that does not mean you can’t enjoy some Christmas treats. It’s a strong black coffee with hot chocolate, whip cream, chocolate shavings, marshmallows, and a mint candy cane. I’m also gonna go watch movies in the lounge if you want to join.”

Taking the cup his face showed with hesitation as he took a sip out of the mug, his eyes not leaving the slightly younger woman.”I still have work to do,” he replied, turning back to his work, taking another swallow from the coffee concoction.

Happy that he at least accepted the drink she made her way towards the door. Stopping before walking out completely she turned her head in his direction.

“I know you're worried about her, Harry, but if your body gets burned out you won’t be able to help her.” taking a shallow breath she continued. “I know it’s not my place to tell you this but get some rest. If you want to help Jessie you need to be well rested… and eat something that isn't Big Belly Burger,” she joked making her way towards the Cortex to shut off the equipment that didn’t need to be on.

Sighing Harry turned to where Y/n once stood he knew that what she said was true but he couldn’t stop. He needed to get his daughter back before she … Shaking the thought from his mind he went back to work after taking a sip of the bitter sweet caffeinated drink he was given.

…………

Enter the Cortex Y/n set her drink by what everyone labeled as ‘her’ computer. Listing as the radio started to play “Baby It’s Cold Outside”

‘I really can’t stay (Baby, it’s cold outside)’

‘I’ve got to go away (Baby, it’s cold outside)’

‘This evening has been (Been hoping that you’d drop in)’

‘So very nice (I’ll hold your hands, they’re just like ice)’

Shutting off the computers and turning off some of the little bit of medical equipment that Catlin left on. Gently swaying with the music Y/n started to quietly sing the words to herself.

“My mother will start to worry.” ‘(Beautiful, what’s your hurry?)’

“My father will be pacing the floor.” ‘(Listen to the fireplace roar)’

“So really I’d better scurry.” ‘(Beautiful, please don’t hurry)’

“But maybe just a soda pop more.” ‘(put some records on while I pour)’

Turning off the lights from the med bay she made her way back to the computers to do one last scan for metahumans before heading to the lounge.

“The neighbors might think” ‘(Baby, it’s bad out there)’

“Say, was that a wink?” ‘(No cabs to be had out there)’

“I wish I knew how” ‘(Your eyes are like starlight now)’

“To break this spell,” Y/n sang softly, lost in her own little world that she didn’t hear the footsteps that crept behind her, startling her.

“I’ll take your hat, your hair looks swell,” his voice was gruff but held a slight bass tune too.

Turning around her face was covered in shock, but she continued to sing the song softly, “I oughta get home for dinner”

“Mind if I move in closer,” he questioned, taking a step forward offering Y/n his hand.

Hesitantly she took his hand and allowed the blue eyed man to pull her towards him, “So it’s time for me to cast you aside,” the (h/c) haired women sang as Harry spun her into the center of the Cortex swaying them into a more upbeat slow dance.

“What’s the sense in hurtin’ my pride?”

“I really can’t stay,” Y/n started to walk away only to be pulled back by Harry.

“Oh baby don’t hold out.”

“Baby, It’s cold outside,” the two sang together with grins slowly spreading across both of their faces. A warm feeling blossomed through their bodies, one that neither one had felt since both their spouses died. Twirling the shorter girl back into his side Harry hesitated before placing his hands on Y/n’s hips all the while she draped her arms around his neck.

“I simply must go. Baby, it’s cold outside.”

“So thanks for the show. But baby, it’s cold outside.”

”The welcome has been. How lucky that you dropped in.”

“So nice and warm,” Y/n sang with a cheeky grin as she gave Harry a quick hug.

“Look out the window at that storm,” Harry sang, turning Y/n to face the window where the snow started to fall harder.

“My sister will be suspicious,” The illustrator sang softly, her back leaning against Harry’s broad chest.

“Gosh your lips look delicious,” he matched his voice to hers while whispering beside her ear.

“My brother will be there at the door. Waves upon the tropical shore.”

“My maiden aunt’s mind is vicious. Gosh your lips look delicious.”

“Maybe just another dance more. Never such a blizzard before.”

“I’ve gotta get home,” she sang, slipping out of his arms as she took off into the hallway making her way to the main lounge.

“Baby, you’ll freeze out there,” Harry mochanly sighed, grabbing a remote that was for the speakers before chasing after her.

“Say, lend me your comb. It’s up to your knees out there.”

“You’ll really be grand. I thrill when you touch my hand.”

“But don’t you see? How can you do this thing to me?”

“There’s bound to be talk tomorrow. Think of my lifelong sorrow.”

“At least there will be plenty implied. If you got pneumonia and died.”

“I really can’t stay,” Y/n sighed once Harry caged her in his arms. His hands laid on her hips, his forehead resting against her own. “Get over that hold out.”

“Baby, it’s cold. Baby. it’s cold outside!” With the final note being sung the two fell onto the couch in the lounge. Letting out a huff of laughter Y/n turned to Harry her expression mirroring her amusement, “I didn’t know you could dance, let alone sing for that matter.”

“I could say the same thing about you,” he grinned, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. “And I thought you were going to watch movies.”

“I am, but I had to shut down some of the equipment and turn off the music … which I still need to do,” she sighed, getting ready to stand up.

“I got it,” he replied with a remote in his hand. He pressed the power button turning off the speakers around Star Labs. “I thought the music was off?”

“It was, Barry probably turned it on before he and the others left.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Y/n decided to turn on the TV and play the 1966 Grinch movie. Grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch she threw it over her legs offering the other end to Harry who slid underneath the offered end.

By the time the end credits were playing Harry heard light snores from the left side of the couch. He couldn't contain the amused snort at the sight in front of him. The female illustrator had her arm on the couch armrest, with her head resting on top of it. Her hair covered her face and some landed in her mouth. Her mouth was slightly cracked open allowing a small line of droll on the side of her check.

Chuckling he pulled the blankets over her, turning the TV off and dimming the lights. He casted her one last glance before making his way back to his work space. The small smile never left his face. For once in his life since his wife died that same spark of warmth pulsed through his body. It made him fear what the future would hold for him but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to be selfish and he would do it even if it killed him.

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#fighton! ✱ 1 | bts

synopsis. like every college, this one also has gossip and drama to fill the hallways, as well as lot’s of parties and games to attend. but when two of the most popular groups start to collide the whole campus goes into havoc. suddenly all eyes are on them. what will be the final outcome of this clash of clans?

📕 this is a revamp; the old archive is here

pairing. bts x oc's

genre. college au + fluff + slice of life + smut + angst

word count. 10249

warnings. foul language, tension, fights, and jungkook being called virgin boy 24/7

a/n. to celebrate a special day with lots of special people ♡ here's to everything we've been through together, we are forever~

✱ chapters. #1 - #2

“Good morning, South!” Yoongi’s voice echoed through the halls of his college, and even though he should sound excited, his tone was drained and maintained in a monotone. A really, really, bored and sleepy one.

Yoongi was responsible for the radio station. Well, one of them actually, but his regularity inside the dark booth was so prominent, that no one else knew who the others responsible were.

On duty days he had to wake up extra early to be able to do all the announcements for the university, as required. It was his giant love for music that made him volunteer to take care of the station — that and the fact he really enjoyed being alone. Having the studio all for himself in a building filled with young adults was like having the golden ticket to the chocolate factory.

And to those said young adults, having him there was more than a benefit. The halls were always filled with good music.

“We’ll have pizza for lunch today — which in all honesty is golden even for the students who aren’t broke — and don’t forget! Saturday we have the volley male team game. If you miss it, you’re not a Trojan…” He ended his morning announcement by inciting the students with yet again another sarcastic remark.

He was about to prepare the playlist to be played for the rest of the day around campus when he heard a knock on the door.

Getting up tiredly from his chair, he exited the station booth to the lounge — which was currently empty much to his happiness — and went towards the door. He was about to get overly grumpy, not wanting to have meaningless morning conversations when her face showed on the other side. Carolina. A smile immediately formed on his face.

“My lifesaver!” He says, a glint of relief reflected in his eyes, as he swings an arm around her neck, pulling her inside. She was holding two coffee cups and although one was for him, he didn’t wait much before grabbing it with a cheeky smile.

“Oh, good morning for you too, sir!” She chuckles amused. “What’s up for today?”

“I guess pizza for lunch?” She sees him scrunching his nose, pondering his options, which makes her laugh. “I’m getting too old to read these announcements. They sound ridiculous! Namjoon should definitely have a heart-to-heart with his dad…”

Almost every morning Yoongi had to talk with the principal to receive the announcements. It was a mix of headaches and second-hand embarrassment every damn time.

“You’re still in your twenties, Yoongs…” Carolina rolled her eyes with a smile insisting on escaping through the corners of her mouth. “But yeah, pizza sounds nice for someone who only slept three hours — I think? And still has volley practice to attend.” She sank into his embrace further, lacking the energy. “I need the carbs. Desperately.”

“You’re also getting too old for that. See?!” He teases and she yawns.

“Team granddads, always.” The reply sounds muffled, her face resting directly on the curve of his neck.

“Can you keep one eye open though to help me with today’s playlist? There’s still a couple of songs I need to add and I always trust your taste.”

As he asks it, Carolina seems to gain life, straightening her back once again. “Sure! What vibe are we setting today?” There was nothing more pleasing than to hear the songs you liked being played through the halls, and this girl, in particular, loved sharing her musical references with Yoongi.

“We have to go more college vibes,” He said throwing air marks and mocking the principal’s tone. “So help me out here. No swear words either.” He scoffs.

“Oh god, we’ve gone preppy…” She sighs as he sits on his chair once again and she finds a spot at the end of his lap, checking the list Yoongi already had. He casually drank his coffee waiting for her ideas. “Hmm, what about cosmos midnight? They have a nice vibe and could cheer your morning up… Something like- Talk To Me?”

“Like I said before: my lifesaver.” He gave her a soft squeeze on her waist and she looked over her shoulder to smile back at him.

Carolina and Yoongi would seem like a couple to everyone that passed by them. They were both crazy affectionate with one another, which was strange considering they weren’t like that to anybody else — especially Yoongi. But in reality, it was just a genuine friendship. They are very similar, which helps, but also very comfortable in each other’s presence to the point of not touching being weird. It could be anything really, side hugs, cuddles, intertwined hands… The only thing that kept them from indeed dating one another was the fact they praised their friendship way too much. That and the fact Carolina now had her eye out for a mystery drawing guy.

“Let me add that one to the playlist and we’re good to go.”

“And where we might be going?” She asked slumping on his chest and making him laugh.

“Cafeteria, you lazy ass. I’m starving!”

“I always forget how much you can eat whenever you have a game coming,” She laughs it out getting up from his lap.

“I love playing, but I really do hate the intense practice…” He mused and once again swung his arm around her neck as he closed the door of the radio station, heading towards the cafeteria.

By this time of the day, the corridors of the university were beginning to get flowed with people who had morning classes to attend, which consisted mostly of all the freshmen and juniors. And there were two juniors in particular that were always the theme of conversation around here. Eyes were glued to them wherever they went. Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin, the inseparable childhood friends.

Taehyung, majoring in Fine Arts, was as eccentric as it could get. He would often change his hair, some said it went according to his mood, which now was blue. And how he manages to look like a god in every color possible it’s worth hours of debate, which every girl and every guy would pleasingly go through. And contrary to his exterior looks, he was the kindest person on earth too. That only contributed to the swarm of people swooning over him.

As for Jimin, well, Performative Arts major and also head of the football team. How he got both going said a lot about him. He was appointed to being the official quarterback ever since he first set foot in this college, and between that and his stunning stages, he got to be undoubtedly the most popular guy in the entire university — maybe even state — in a glimpse.

And the curious part comes now. Despite both of them being best friends and overly popular, when it came to their social circles, they didn’t belong to the same groups. Much like their own personal interests, their little troupe is polar opposites. That doesn’t mean they don’t support each other or even talk about everything. The major interest in the halls — although more and more scarce — is if they trade secrets behind their friends’ backs.

“And then,” Taehyung was balling his eyes out laughing, “The seagull flew right from under the barrel next to the big one’s and I was getting all soft but the video- The video stopped and it switched to that meme of Nemo-”

“Fish fish fish fish fish!” Jimin started singing with balled fists enthusiastically, also laughing loudly. Taehyung joined him in the chanting.

“Why did you stop?” The youngest asked after a couple of ‘fish’ chanted, realizing he was doing it alone.

“Look! There’s Deo. Let’s go to her!” Jimin dismissed his friend, dragging him by the arm towards the girl. She had her attention on her locker, stuffing some books inside. “Morning, baby!” He said cheerfully over her shoulder, and Taehyung just leaned on the locker facing the crowd passing by.

“Morning!” She replied smiling widely and turning around to give him a tight hug. “Oh- hi.” She added, noticing Taehyung standing close by.

“Hey.” He nodded.

“Oh, c’mon guys. You already know each other, no need to be shy!” Jimin chuckled lightly, pushing Deo a bit closer to Taehyung.

“So… How’s it going?”

“Good!” Deo answered almost immediately, turning again to her locker to grab a book. “Well, I gotta get to class. See you.” She pointed out, slamming her locker door and throwing a death stare at Jimin. And then she left.

“Oook!” Taehyung broke the silence with a smack of his lips. “So are we seeing that movie tonight or what?”

“That was weird…” Jimin kept looking at the place in the crowd where Deo had wandered off, completely absorbed in his thoughts. “She looked weird. Don’t you think?” He glanced back at Taehyung but his friend had crossed his arms and had a questioning raised eyebrow, expectant of an answer. “Uh? Oh, yeah! Yes! We are. What was the movie again?” Jimin smiled sheepishly, lost in the conversation.

“I told you about it five times already,” Taehyung sighed. “That noir one.”

“Oh! Yeah, that’s right. The noir one… Yeah, we can totally watch it tonight!”

“‘Kay then. But don’t forget!” He said with warning eyes, pulling away from the lockers to get going. “Gotta go. I’m probably late again…”

“I’ll be there!” Jimin said louder as Taehyung kept going farther away, but his eyes went back in search of Deo. For the popular guy he was, he suddenly felt abandoned, and worst of all by his two best friends. One was clearly mad at him, although the why of it wasn’t that clear… Still, he needed to do something about that. And with that in mind, he made his way to class.

Nearby, Jungkook, Hoseok, and Hyori were sitting in the lounge near the smallest bar. The morning sun was so pleasing shining through the big windows that the latter made them sit outside to enjoy some vitamin C. And suddenly, this seemed the perfect opportunity for Jungkook to vent out his problems. He wasn’t one to talk about what worried him, even though he knew his friends were always available and supportive. He was just accustomed to dealing with stuff alone. But this time, he felt like needing a second opinion.

“I just don’t understand where it came from!” Jungkook let out frustrated. “Yesterday everything was fine, and now this morning as soon as I set foot on campus somehow all eyes were on me… I got to know through a guy that came asking if I was a virgin because I wanted or because I had problems down there!” The day hadn’t even started and the words ‘virgin boy’ had already hunted him in the halls.

“Maybe you just need to let it go. I haven’t heard anything like that so far… Try and focus on something else? You know how these things are, they die down if you don’t pay much mind-” Hoseok suggested.

“It won’t! Everyone’s whispering about it.”

“I bet it’s just a jealous guy spreading that around to piss you off-” Hoseok tried but got interrupted.

“Wasn’t a guy.” Hyori finally said something gaining Jungkook’s full attention. “I might be completely wrong though because I don’t have evidence just the word of a girl I tutor…”

“Just tell me!”

“She said Carolina was the one telling her…” Hyori admitted and Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows in deep thought.

“What Carolina?” Hoseok intervened curiously. “And she just started it out without no apparent reason?”

“I don’t know her face, so I don’t know how to explain… The girl just told me she was from the volley team?”

“Same as JK!” Hoseok exclaimed, “Did you piss her off over practice?”

“Jungkook!” Hyori slapped his shoulder so he could get out of his head and pay attention to them.

“She- She lives in my building? And we have some classes together… And sometimes practice.” He answered honestly still in trance. “But I don’t remember having any interaction with her?”

“You either did something and you’re just not remembering because boys never pay attention enough or she just likes to rile you up and it’s working,” Hyori commented.

“I don’t think I did?” Jungkook kept rummaging his brain after some kind of interaction they might have had.

“Maybe she has a crush?” Hoseok shrugged and Jungkook looked over to Hyori questioning. He needed girl intuition. “Even if it’s a weird way to call for attention… I mean- Virgin boy?” Hoseok bit down a burst of laughter.

“Hmm… That’s an option, I guess? Who is she anyway?” Hyori asked curiously. She normally had a lot of information to share since the majority of students she tutored around campus loved a good gossip, but not always knew who they were talking about.

“I don’t know how to explain it to you… She has half her hair dyed. Like the bottom half.” Jungkook said it as if was impossible for Hyori not to know who the girl was by that description. “Ah but really why did she start that?!”

“Outstanding description!” Hoseok teased making him huff. “Here. Found her through the volley team account!” He passed the phone over to Hyori.

“Ok… Isn’t this the girl that dates that troublemaker? The radio guy?” Hyori said scrolling down Carolina’s posts. “She seems bad news… I know for a fact they are always on that radio booth together, so I think it’s unlikely she’s pinning over another guy.”

“She’s dating Yoongi?” Jungkook muttered more to himself in realization than anything. “Ok but— What should I do? About the whole virgin boy thing…”

“Tell her to stop?” Hoseok sighed. “And if she doesn’t, I don’t know… Maybe just tease back!” He said jokingly but the other two didn’t take it that way.

“Oh, that’s a good option… I mean, the worst that can happen is her boyfriend beating you up but he’s way smaller than you so you probably have a chance.” Hyori pondered and Jungkook thought about having to start a fight with Yoongi. “Or! She will beat you up.”

“I can’t start a fight with my roommate though.” Jungkook chuckled.

“Maybe that’s why she started this! Because he asked her to?” Hoseok was confused by his own track of thoughts.

“The fact is we don’t even know if it was really her…” Hyori started, still scrolling down the other girl’s feed. “I’m betting she’s the culprit cause look- She totally has the ‘I’m causing trouble tonight’ style, but! You never know. We can’t go around accusing people out of nowhere…”

“I feel like that’s exactly what you’re doing right now,” Hoseok commented laughing.

“But why though??? Like. Why?” Jungkook was still pissed off he didn’t have the answers or the solution to this nonsense. The last thing he needed was a weird rumor about him going around right before an official match.

“Ok, that’s it. Off to class both of you!” Hoseok got up and started pulling them with him.

“Wha-” Jungkook started to protest but Hyori cut him off.

“Let’s go, virgin boy! Can’t arrive late and ruin my perfect academic life.” Both she and Hoseok started laughing realizing the boy in question was cursing under his breath.

As the group parted ways, Hyori walked at a fast pace to her class. She hated being late but the conversation with the boys took more of her time than she was expecting, and she couldn’t afford to lose any word that left the teacher’s mouth.

When she got to her physics class, there were only a couple of seats vacant and she took the one that was nearest to the teacher’s table. That way she could still record the class in case she missed something and take notes later on at the dorm.

She was in the middle of a way too long sentence when someone tapped on her shoulder. As she turned around, she saw Eunwoo, a boy from her class she wished she knew a lot better but never had the guts to go and talk to him before.

“Sorry, can I take a peek at your notes? I can’t keep up the pace with her.” He smiled sheepishly.

“Sure! Can you see like this?” The girl turned her laptop a little to his side, trying at the same time to hide how red her cheeks already were.

The class continued but now Hyori was a little out of focus. She could still catch some words here and there, but the fact that Eunwoo was almost breathing down her neck was making her lose her senses. The only thing on her mind was the smell of his perfume that had quickly intoxicated all the air she was breathing.

“Hey, it’s Hyori, right?” He asked leaning against the table as she was packing her stuff. The class had finally come to an end — She just didn’t know if that was a good thing or not.

“Yes, that’s right”

“Well, uhm, thanks for helping me out during class! I pride myself on typing fast but I really can’t keep up with Mrs. Green,” He chuckled scratching the back of his neck and Hyori laughed alongside him.

“It was nothing, really! But I get you, I sometimes record it in case I miss it,”

“That’s clever,” He commented amusedly. “And uh… I was thinking… If you aren’t too busy maybe we could study together or something… After class?”

Hyori took a moment to breathe, being taken by surprise. “Sure! That would be great! Just say where and when!” Hearing that his eyes took a crescent moon shape yet again. But to her horror, she sounded way more cheerful and euphoric than she intended to.

“Can I have your number? I have practice after class but we can check our schedules and set a date?” Eunwoo casually took his phone out of his pocket.

“Of course! I have some tutoring to do as well, but sure, we’ll manage.” She laughed nervously as he handed his phone to her.

“I’ll give you a ring then, so you can also have mine. Text you later, Hyori!” He grabbed his backpack and opened another killing smile to her, walking towards the door.

“Bye!” She said dreamily, letting out a long sigh she didn’t even realize she was holding. Boy, she was starstruck.

As Hyori left her class and made her way through the crowd, she spotted Jungkook with eyebrows furrowed staring intensely at his cellphone. He was probably waiting for her for them to meet Hoseok at the cafeteria. It was pizza day after all. No one could push them away from there.

Unlike them, however, there was another group assembling in the halls. One that much preferred to eat outside and away from prying eyes. The fresh air didn’t make it to the top list of motives they always gathered on the bleachers, though. It was the peace and quietness that made it through to the first place. And since it was unusual for people to have lunch there, they had maybe half an hour to eat comfortably before the field would be filled with youngsters that wanted to lay down or play some ball.

“Hey losers!” Carolina said approaching the boys. Yoongi came right beside her, with a hand on the back of her neck and the other holding his phone as a text popped up. He had this incessant tired look on his face like he had gone to bed too late. And he probably did.

“Where were you this morning? I didn’t even see you,” Jin — the oldest of the group and also Carolina’s housemate — questioned.

“I have classes starting at eight, remember? I don’t have your easy senior life.” She replied, sitting down next to Taehyung. He was currently sketching something in his journal, not really paying attention to the conversation or his surroundings.

“After all these years I deserve a break don’t you think?” The oldest said chuckling.

“Not really”

“We’ll talk about that in two years… You’ll see.”

“Where’s Namjoon by the way?” Yoongi asked making everyone, even Taehyung, look around for their friend.

“Is he sick or something?” Carolina got worried.

“Nah, I gave him a ride this morning…” Yoongi addressed her concerns.

“He’ll probably show up in a few,” Jin commented returning his attention to the sandwich he was previously eating.

“I bumped into him in the cafeteria earlier,” Taehyung had his eyes trailed on the paper resting on his leg, pencil moving swiftly in his hand. “I think his class ends a little after ours,”

“There he is!” Carolina pointed looking behind Jin. Namjoon had a fast pace and his hands were packed with large books. And although he was a little clumsy, he was a true catch. Tall, honey skin, charming dimples, cozy style, and a brain to die for.

“Guys!” He called out astonished, “Did you hear it?!”

“What happened this time?” Yoongi questioned uninterested, drinking from Jin’s coffee.

“The rumor about JK being a virgin!” He spilled out and received different reactions. “You think it’s true? Like. He’s a nice kid and all but I didn’t think he was that nice,” Namjoon attempted to sit down and almost fell off the bleachers if it wasn’t for Jin and Taehyung holding him.

“A virgin?” Taehyung scoffed. “I think he had a girlfriend or something… Jimin mentioned it once,”

“Why do we even care? Let the kid be,” Yoongi said taking a bite of the sandwich that was in Carolina’s hand.

“What would Jimin know though?” Carolina glanced at Taehyung, “And besides, I trust the theory of the purity ring he has on his finger all the time… Or the one about his willy-”

“Like the Jonas brothers?” Jin interrupted her ready to have the laugh of his life.

“That was even a thing?” Namjoon asked, completely lost. “Is he impotent though?” And to that Carolina nodded and muttered a ‘probably’. “Oh man, poor guy,”

“And you seem to know a lot about the subject,” Yoongi addressed her with a smirk, “Odd!”

“I happen to know because he has some classes with me that’s all…”

“I say we ask him gently on the way home today,” Jin suggested. “Maybe his father is a preacher… OR! He’s like those guys from Game of Thrones. How’s it called?”

“Eunuch,”

“No, his father is a designer, I know him,” Taehyung said casually.

“He’s not a eunuch, for fucks sake,” Namjoon let out with a chuckle. “I’ve seen him around in boxers. He’s-” And instead of concluding the phrase he just gesticulated making everyone imagine what he was trying to say.

“Ok!” Carolina said cutting the subject. “Can we now discuss the fact that Jin was caught trying to wear my bra yesterday, please?”

“I SAID I WAS JUST DOING AN EXPERIMENT!” Jin burst and the others with him, but from laughter.

“He was probably trying to open it with one hand only. You know, for practice,” Yoongi said in a monotone as if discussing the weather.

“Bro, you could have said that… I would help,” Taehyung offered.

“Wow,” Carolina looked at them. She couldn’t even act surprised anymore, this was practically her routine.

“That’s some… Kinky shit right there,” Namjoon pointed out starting to eat his lunch.

The group can seem a little odd to the outside viewers but they weren’t concerned about public opinion. They all had a lot in common, and not bothering to be anything but themselves was their first principle.

Carolina and Taehyung had practically been raised together. Their parents were friends for a lifetime and to top that, they were also neighbors. When she came to college though, her schedule didn’t match his, and that’s how she ended up wandering around in some clubs trying to spend time and also trying to find someone to share her new apartment with. She would share it initially with Taehyung but unfortunately for her, he was already doing so with Jimin, his best friend. She didn’t have to search for long though, because on her very first week she somehow ended up in a vintage game conference and met Jin — a senior in college who was still desperate to get out of the campus dorm. And he even knew Taehyung, so it was a no-brainer to rent her spare room to him. Yes, he was a guy, but her parents were pretty open-minded, so was she, and if he knew Taehyung… Well, that was a major plus.

In her second week, she met Namjoon, a nice and outspoken guy that was friends with Jin, and started casually sitting with them to grab some lunch. She only came to discover he was the son of the dean a month later when the group ended up in a mess — another common thing between them. Yoongi however, was a different case… Carolina met him because fate once more moved in her favor.

In the building she lived in, there were more apartments and one of them belonged to Namjoon, who coincidently shared it with Yoongi and Jungkook (the now nominated college virgin boy according to Carolina, who may or may not have spread that rumor out). How did she discover that? Well, Jin asked Namjoon for a ride but turned out that Yoongi was actually the car owner and also the driver. Namjoon had never attempted to lay hands on a wheel.

Yoongi was a tough one to crack at first, but once she unraveled they had the same music taste, they became really close. Nowadays, she will mostly spend her time skipping classes at the radio station, giving thoughts on Yoongi’s playlists whenever she is allowed to.

In college, they mostly hang out in the bleachers because it is sunny and pretty far out of the rest of the campus population. And when it rains or it’s so cold they can’t stand being out, well, they either go to the lounge area to chat and eat something or to the big abandoned stairway located on the left-wing of the building. After classes, it’s always agreed to chill over at Jin and Carolina’s apartment since they have tried it once at Yoongi’s — seeing he isn’t one to get out of the house that much — and that didn’t go down that well. Carolina had arrived at the boys' apartment only to find Jungkook casually eating cereals just wearing boxers, and let’s just say she didn’t understand why he was there in the first place.

The clock on her phone marked two o’clock sharp, and despite them being all super tired already, the day had to continue. They still had a couple of classes in the afternoon. The sun made them feel sleepy, especially after having their stomachs filled, so when they had to get up to go to class, it seemed more like a herd of zombies walking than actual human beings.

The boys had this protective habit of walking Carolina to her class, so every day after lunch she was the first to arrive at whatever class she had. And as soon as she entered the door, they would disperse, each of them going off to their department. But today she decided to take her usual “sneak break” as soon as she set foot inside the room. She waited for the teacher to call out her name, announcing she was present, and soon after made her way out.

Her trips to the broom closet were getting more and more usual. The girl gained this habit in her first week, and it became more and more regular when random doodles started to appear on the walls and door of the little space. It intrigued her. As far as she knew, she was the only habitant of the broom closet in the art department, and those drawings felt like hints, or even… Gifts. The smell of cigarettes made it even more appealing each time. She was absolutely dying to find who the mystery doodle person could be.

Unfortunately, her time there had to be brief this time, she really needed to return to her photography class. And she wasn’t really in the mood that day. Carolina didn’t see the point of having a class like that if she wasn’t actually with a camera in hand, photographing stuff. She didn’t need to know how many pixels there were in how many centimeters. So, inspired by the doodles in her little safe haven, she scribbled on her own iPad.

Everything was fine until she heard ‘pop quiz next week’ coming out of the teacher’s mouth. She wasn’t one to pay attention to her grades, but she really liked photography and this teacher. Somehow he was always very supportive of her, something none of her teachers so far had shown her, so the least she could do was to impress him enough. Her mind began racing and she looked around to see whom she could manage to get some info from, for the quiz. Her eyes stopped on a pair of scribbling hands. She really had no choice.

“Psst, virgin boy,” Carolina called out none other than Jungkook. Despite very much unknown to her, he was the most familiar face she had in that class. And as he turned around, showing a fake uninterested semblance on his face, she continued. “Can I borrow your notebook real quick?” She whispered to him.

“Why?” He asked, this time genuinely confused. If it was anyone else, or a different circumstance, Jungkook wouldn’t hesitate to help someone out. He liked feeling helpful. But she was the culprit behind this whole ‘virgin boy’ rumor, and he didn’t even know why.

Earlier on, he had overheard some girls from the volley team confirming the information Hyori had given him, about Carolina being the one spreading it, and it only pissed him further. He thought of confronting her about the subject but he wasn’t really a guy to pick fights like that… And besides, nothing he could do would change the fact everyone believed what they wanted to believe.

“Dude, just help me out. I have zero things written down.”

He looked at her still not following her track of thoughts. First, she badmouths him and now she asked for his notes… And there was also the fact that to him, she didn’t seem the type to care about stuff like this, she was always drawing or doing anything else but paying attention. At least in the classes they shared. But something about it intrigued him. From the way her expectant eyes were watching him to the real motive she wanted his notes specifically.

“Fine.” He ended up saying. “But you owe me one,” He passed her his notebook, to which she grabbed firmly, not letting go of his gaze.

“That’s not how it works, virgin boy,” He couldn’t help but snort. It was starting to piss him off this whole nickname thing. And the more he thought about it, about the reason behind it, the more bothered he would get.

“Just hurry up.”

“If I want to,” Carolina dismissed, opening the camera on her iPad and starting to take photos of the pages before her.

“So what? You’re keeping my notebook?” He arched his eyebrow, a smirk showing on his lips.

“Why?” She paused the task to look at him curiously. “Is there something here I can’t see?” And he faltered his stance for a second, but a second was what it took for her to notice it and start imagining what she really could find between the pages of his book.

“Browse away,” He pointed out the object with his head, “But if you want to keep something of mine, I can bring you a sweater. At least is comfier.” And the look he offered her, made her want to just kick his head out.

“Is that you flirting with me, virgin boy?” She pressed on his new nickname, blood boiling. Jungkook snorted once again.

“You wish. Just hurry up,” He turned back to face the board once again. “Or neither of us will pass the pop quiz next week. I need to write down what he’s saying.”

“Here.” She said taking the last picture and handing him his notebook back. “And hurry up writing it down! I need the rest of it, thank you!”

Once the class was over, Jungkook gathered his things and left. He had volleyball practice tonight so he wanted to go home and rest as soon as possible. Turns out he made a poor choice when he decided to stay up playing overwatch with some of his friends.

He was about to leave the main hall when he heard someone call his name. Someone who was giving him lots of headaches lately.

“Hey, virgin boy! You forgot the rest of the notes!” Carolina said almost sprinting to catch him.

“Really? I think I got everything the teacher said?” He turned to face her, playing dumb.

“No dumbass, you forgot to pass them on to me.”

“I don’t think I did.”

“But you did.” Carolina pushed back and he smirked.

“Nope.”

“Seriously,” She puffed. “Can you just stop this… Thing. And give me the notes? I really need them and you’re the most organized one so far. Plus your handwriting is- You know-”

“What?” He arched an eyebrow amused. “Pretty?” And she huffed rolling her eyes, completely impatient. “Well, maybe if you hadn’t started calling me virgin boy…”

“It affects you that much, huh?” She narrowed her eyes looking at him, a smile threatening to pull at the corners of her mouth.

The truth was: it was indeed Carolina starting the rumors. She didn’t plan for it to get that far, not even in her wildest dreams she thought the next day everyone around campus would be talking about it. But she underestimated Jungkook’s reputation, and the volley team’s integrity to keep a secret.

It all started when their coach decided to appoint Jungkook — the ace of the boys' team — to watch a simple match between the girls. He was supposed to analyze their techniques and help the coach out to sort a better lineup since there was fresh blood coming in. Carolina was already the designed setter of the official team, and Jennifer — Jungkook’s unofficial booty call — was the designed captain, she was also a year older than the both of them. Same as Jungkook, she played in the wing spiker position. That day, the coach decided to make a team with Jennifer in charge and another with Carolina in charge since their game style differed quite a lot.

Everything was going fine, until Carolina herself smashed a ball on the second touch, doing a feint, but Jennifer raised up to the net, trying to block it. The ball happened to be quick so the coach couldn’t really pinpoint if it touched the court line or not. But that didn’t matter to Carolina because she was sure it had hit Jennifer’s hand, therefore, the point was hers.

At the time, Jennifer cried out to the coach Carolina was lying and the ball had not touched her attempt to block. The coach couldn’t solve the debate so he asked for a second opinion — Jungkook’s. He took a while to give the answer, and by the way he looked between the two girls, Carolina simply knew: he had seen the ball touching Jennifer’s hand, but she was also his booty call. So when he gave that point to Jennifer, she wasn’t surprised. Or hurt. Although it sucked losing a point like that, knowing she was supposed to have it. What came afterward though, was what truly pissed her off.

She had stayed behind at the court talking strategies with the coach for their next game, after all, she was the setter on the team, and it was her obligation to think the game through. And she was certain the lockers would be empty by the time she went there to take a shower. But she was wrong. As soon as she opened the door, she overheard Jennifer and Jungkook’s voices talking about none other than herself. Jennifer had told him she didn’t know how a player like Carolina deserved to be frontline, and at the time Jungkook laughed.

Carolina had marched out of the lockers that day fuming. And she wasn’t one to lose her cool like that, but something inside her snapped. So the next thing she knew, she was telling their libero Jungkook was still a virgin when the short girl inquired if Jungkook was doing Jennifer in the lockers and if that was why she couldn’t change her clothes.

“You’re the one losing here, sweetheart.” Jungkook stuffed his hands in his pockets, “Anyway, you still have a week.” He turned around ready to leave but was stopped.

“Hey!” Carolina held his arm. “First of all, you should work on that pet name thing, virgin boy, sweetheart is a major turn off — unless you’re like. British. But anyway! Just-” She let out a long sigh. “Borrow me your notes, please, I swear I’ll be quick,”

He looked at her and almost gave in. She really wasn’t one to be desperate because of notes or grades… But she did him dirty in the end. He had to put up a fight somehow. “Not today,” Jungkook got loose of her hold and started walking towards the exit.

“God, I could break his legs right here.” She muttered to herself seeing him walk off.

Carolina was ready to punch someone into a locker but she refrained herself, knowing it was of no use getting in trouble over him. Instead, she was planning on wasting all her rage at the volleyball court later on. Tonight’s practice was co-ed.

The halls were all empty and Namjoon found himself wandering through the corridor he already knew like the back of his hand. He wasn’t in the mood for how the rest of his day was about to end, but he also knew there was no use in postponing this any further. So he made his way to the principal’s office — or better yet, his dad’s office.

“You’re lat— What clothes are those?” Dean Kim frowned displeased, as soon as he gave Namjoon a quick glance.

“My going out clothes…? Why? There’s something wrong?” The boy asked, looking down at himself to inspect if there was indeed something off.

His father sighed. “I told you this dinner was important. I needed you in formal attire.” He added sternly.

“I don’t have anything more formal than this, dad… I’ve been in college all day,” Namjoon sighed, trying to contain his temper from coming out. “And besides, nobody will even notice me, I’m sure,” He added trying to lighten the mood.

“Either way, we don’t have time for you to change now. Your mother is coming too so we’ll have to go pick her up,” The older man said without even looking at his son, turning around to pick up his briefcase.

“Mom is coming? Why?”

“Because it looks better in pictures if she’s there,” He paused. “You already know this stuff,”

“No, I don’t. I don’t know why you two have to keep pretending… Don’t you see it’s a burden for mom?” Namjoon pointed out sadly. It hurt his heart to see his mom sad, and the more he tried to recollect his memories with his parents, the more he could see that was the only look he had ever seen on her face.

“I don’t think this matter really concerns you,” He said in a cold tone, trying to put an end to the conversation.

“Yes, it does dad. God!” Namjoon let out in frustration, sitting down on one of the puffy chairs. “I’m your son and I have to see this act go on… And how it hurts all of us! This is not right. Can’t we just— I don’t know. Let’s just go the two of us.”

“I already told you. This is not up for discussion, Namjoon. Since when do you stand up to my word, huh? Those friends of yours…” The dean basically spat. He didn’t approve of his son’s friends ever since the day they all came into his office for a prank they pulled and the whole cafeteria had to be evacuated.

“This has nothing to do with my friends. I stand up for what I believe is right, and you would know that if you paid more attention to the real me, not the idea of a son you created in your mind,”

“Why can’t you just have a good record and study hard so you can have a bright future?! I just want what is best for you. One day you’ll realize that.”

“And I do that. I study hard, and I have great grades. The only thing lacking for you is appearances,” Namjoon retorted, hurt by his father’s words.

“Dressing better wouldn’t do you any harm. You look like a delinquent in those baggy clothes. I’ll ask your mother to take you out shopping soon. Now we have to go,”

“Sure thing… dad,” Namjoon said in a quitting tone, following his father out of the building, towards their luxurious car.

He just wanted this night to end and it hadn’t even started. Ever since Namjoon was little, he couldn’t remember a moment when his mother was truly happy with his father. From early on, she decided it would be best to be a stay-at-home mom and take care of Namjoon and his younger sister. Mr. Kim was making more than enough money being the university dean to take care of the whole family, so why work? But that made Namjoon’s mom become more and more unhappy with time, and she didn’t have the strength to get away from the dependent relationship she had with her husband. When she finally managed to find herself a job and ask for a divorce, Mr. Kim found a way to continue controlling her. After all, what kind of strong and powerful family is one that isn’t able to hold a marriage? Namjoon just wanted to see his mom happy but he was still far from being capable of holding the power to change such things.

As his night continued to go disastrously, Jungkook and Carolina were already at their volleyball practice, where their coach decided it would be a good idea to have a match between teams. Boys and girls, all against each other.

Jungkook wasn’t lucky enough to be put on the same team as Carolina. And every once in a while, when he looked at her, he could see there was lots of pent-up anger inside that she was ready to let out by smashing some balls. Their coach even commented he wished she could play with the boy’s team in the upcoming game due to how roughly and determinedly she was playing.

The more the match unfolded, the more the tension between them grew. They were going head to head in the net. That was until the coach made Carolina play as a spiker to try out the substitute setter in case something happened to her. That’s when it happened. The very first ball she spiked, went directly into Jungkook’s face. He was thrown straight to the floor with a bloody nose and a sore back from the impact.

Jungkook never thought he could have such an impact on a girl. Especially not in this one specifically. It was just some stupid notes… He could not help but think about how would she react in case she was dumped. He took a mental note as he got up from the floor to try and do some peace offerings after resuming practice. Or at least understand why there was such a bad vibe between them.

So when the time came to hit the lockers, he got ready as fast as he could and waited for her outside. Somehow, while waiting, he kept finding the situation funny that she could be so uptight. And that made him mad at himself because he was supposed to be mad at her.

“So I guess practice wasn’t good enough to unload your rage?” Jungkook asked with a grin on his face, grabbing Carolina’s arm since she decided to pretend he didn’t exist.

“Better take your hands off if you don’t wanna see what’s left of that rage” Her eyes glowed while staring at him intensely.

“Oh, c’mon! Are you seriously mad because I didn’t give you my notes?” He almost snorted and that made her blood boil.

“Yes. I am.”

“I’ll give them to you then, if that’s what it takes to stop your whole hulk mode,” His hand was still holding her arm, keeping her in place.

“No need,”

“I see you also have a big, big pride,” The grin on his face duplicated size.

“I just have an intolerance to bitchy people,” She stared at him so seriously that his superior pose started to crumble. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” She got rid of his hold and turned to walk away. Jungkook took a second before being functional again.

“I don’t actually.” He grabbed her arm once more, making her spin back to him. “I’m the bitchy one? Really?” He took a step closer, getting rilled up.

“What do you even want, virgin boy? Tell me ‘cause I’m kinda losing my patience here,” She huffs. Carolina was close to losing her temper and even closer to punching him in the face.

“You’re the one acting like a child even though you started this ridiculous rumor about me and you still have the guts to say I’m bitchy.” He clenched his jaw. “You need to swallow that temper of yours. If you want the notes just tell me instead of this.” And she laughed acidly at his words, taking yet another inch of a step closer to him.

“Listen, sweetheart, I asked you once. Maybe twice, for the notes. I won’t ask for them again. And the one being childish is clearly you. You came to offer your notes after I asked for them. And I said no. But for some fucking reason you don’t let me go.” She forced her arm out of his grip, never once breaking eye contact. “I call that childish behavior. Either you state what you want or you leave me be.”

He sustained her eye contact for a while. Tong brushing against his inner cheek. “Fine,” He snorts and leaves. Simple as that.

That night Jungkook arrived at home so pissed off and bothered by their encounter, that he just got inside his room and decided it was best to sleep. He even ignored Namjoon’s attempts to call him to share a meal.

On the other hand, still on campus, Hyori was trying hard to study for one of her upcoming exams but the buzzing of her phone and a certain doe-eyed boy kept her losing focus. Deo was on her bed, trying to read a book she had bought last week but the constant beeping and buzzing were making her stressed. And although she didn’t want to pry, she couldn’t stop herself from asking.

“Why is your phone always beeping?” Deo approached the subject, putting her book aside. It was unusual for Hyori to have her phone on while studying and her roommate knew that.

“Oh!” She turns around to face Deo, a blush creeping in her cheeks and a fast hand trying to silence the device. “It’s just this guy from my physics class. No biggie!”

“A guy?” And if before her book had been put aside, now it was completely forgotten. Deo straightened her back, sitting crossed-legged, paying full attention to the conversation they were about to have.

“As I said, no big deal. So don’t make it be! But yes. He’s cute and his name is Eunwoo,”

“How can I not make a big deal out of this when you just said he’s cute and you’re clearly putting your studies on pause to answer him?!” Deo answered excitedly. “What are you both talking about?”

“He’s just super friendly that’s all!” Hyori let out a laugh, a nervous one. “If somehow it happens to be something more — not that it will — I’ll let you know. Really.”

“Uhu…” She eyed her suspiciously. “But do you have a date yet?” The smaller girl wiggled her eyebrows teasingly making Hyori roll her eyes at the change of attitude and laugh right after.

“What’s up with you though?” Hyori changed the subject, adorning a more serious tone. “I could see you furrowing your brows and thinking hard on your bed.”

“It’s just this book… So intriguing.”

“I see. Sure it is…” Hyori said eyeing the girl to see if she would finally say the real motive. “You know what’s funny? I have like. A million texts from Jimin asking me why you won’t talk to him. Does that ring a bell?”

“Ugh. He’s such an annoying ass,” Deo whispered more to herself in defeat. “You know his friend? That Taehyung guy?”

“The artsy one?” Hyori recalled.

“Yeah, the one with blue hair. Anyway, you know I can’t stand him, right? And today Jimin just came to me with like ‘oh hey guys you are best friends!’ and no we’re not!” Deo let out a long and hard sigh. “It pissed me off. He already knows I don’t like the guy but he keeps pushing.”

“And why is that exactly? That you don’t like him?”

“I can’t believe you’re going to analyze me right now… I think you should drop out of psychology,” Deo tried, attempting to ease the mood but Hyori wasn’t having it. Her face was frozen, meaning she was still expecting an answer. “Well, first of all, he’s a weirdo. Just the other day he came to Jimin saying that the light bill was getting too high and that he needed to watch out for the lights he forgot to turn off. Bro, we live in the dorms!” She rolled her eyes, annoyed to think back at that moment. “And the real reason… I think it’s because I’m jealous?”

“Jealous of Jiminie or… Taehyung?” Hyori pressed in a suggesting tone and that made Deo snort.

“Why would I be jealous of Taehyung?!” She asked confused.

“Of Taehyung… For no big deal. Now, of Jimin… Well. The way I see it, maybe you’re having a moment of ‘why this loopy blue-haired guy is messing with my emotional’?”

“I don’t see it… I just don’t understand why Jimin likes him so much. I mean, I’m his best friend too! I should be enough… And ok, I know it’s not fair.”

“Yes, he’s a little… Excentric? Out of the box? Anyway, the point is, he can be like that but he is kinda funny in his own way… And Jimin speaks highly of him. He’s always blabbing about how great of a friend and moral support he is. So even if you don’t like the dude, just maybe tolerate him for Jimin? You know you love Jimin.”

“I smiled at the dude today!” Deo whined in defeat. “I won’t be disrespectful towards him because that wasn’t how I was raised but I really can’t stand his face.”

“That’s either called love or pure I want to have sex with you,” Hyori smirked, teasing her roommate.

“How— I don— Ok you know what?! Just go back to your studies and text the cute boy.” Deo stuck her tongue out to her laying down once more to resume her book.

“Ok, scratch that. It’s more like. I madly want to have sex with him” She chuckles loudly. “But hey! I’m not judging. The dude is weird but he’s super handsome!”

“I DON’T WANT TO!” Deo protested, throwing a pillow on the other girl’s head.

"And you know what? The girls I'm tutoring said pretty good stuff about him too…” Hyori continued teasing. “His hands are that big for a reason"

“HYORI!” Deo hid her face in one of her pillows, flustered. “Do you think he’s good at it though? Because he has the fame but you never know.” She lifted her head up to ask.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure he knows what he’s doing.”

“I think you are the one who has a crush, huh? Loopy is your type then?”

“Loopy is… Hot. I give him that. But I’m more of a naturalist boyfriend kind of girl,” Hyori said, a little pensive in the last part, thinking of what her type would be. “Loopy is more your type really.”

“Just. Don’t ok! And don’t give Jimin any ideas. And stop having ideas too!”

“Will you start talking to Jimin again?”

“Yes…” Deo sighed. “You know I can’t stay mad for long.”

“Then it’s a secret.” She winked and laughed hard right after because Deo pretended to throw her book to her head as she did with the pillow.

But that girl talk really made Deo think. It wouldn’t be fair for Jimin to wait until the next morning for them to reconcile — if you could even call it that — and it shouldn’t be something done by text either. Or even through call. So putting her book aside for good this time she decided to drop by their dorms.

Hoseok was the hall supervisor so that wouldn’t be a problem for her to reach their dorm that late at night. She put on some sweat pants and went out with her pajama shirt. Who cared? At this hour, very few roamed the corridors.

She knocked on their door and soon it opened. Jimin greeted her a bit surprised, with his hair messy and torso bare.

“Hey… Sorry to drop by this late,” Deo started and Jimin immediately involved her in a big hug. “I should be the one giving the hug, you know.” She chuckled against his skin.

“Why were you mad at me today?” He asked with a pouty face, not beating around the bush.

“Can you?” She pointed at the door signaling him to close it and he did so. They both stayed in the hallway, away from his roommate peeking curiosity. “I just— I’m sorry. I was being childish just because I’m jealous of all the attention you give Taehyung. I promise I’ll work harder to be nice to your friend.”

“You could’ve just stopped at the sorry but now that you said everything, I’ll make you keep the last part!” He gave her a big smile when she rolled her eyes.

“You’re an ass.” She said trying to maintain a straight face but failed miserably.

“Do you wanna come in? We were just watching a movie!” Jimin said already opening the door. He first shouted for the other boy to put a t-shirt on, and when he gave the green light, he let Deo in. Somehow they managed to hang an old projector on one of the walls over the bed and were watching the movie like they were in a cinema. They had popcorn and everything.

“Tae!” Jimin called for him again before entering all the way, Deo right behind him. “Deo is here!”

“Shit…” Deo cussed under her breath only now realizing she was wearing her pajama. “Jimin,” She started, ready to give an excuse and leave when the blue-haired boy got up from behind a bed to greet her.

“Hey there,” Taehyung gives a little wave with his hand. “Bro, can I press play already? I hate to pause it in the middle of an important dialogue. I always end up forgetting everything,” He looked frustrated at Jimin.

“Just a sec!” He turned to Deo once more. “Do you wanna watch the movie with us?”

“Oh, I don–“

“Effort remember?” Jimin almost whispered to her.

“Sure.” The girl sighed. “Do you mind?” She addressed Taehyung directly for the first time.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” He said casually playing with the hair from his nape. “But please don’t make me back up to the beginning of the movie.”

“I won’t!” She raised her hands up as a peace offering.

“Ok. I’m pressing play! Shut the lights, Jimin!” Taehyung said once again sitting on the floor between beds and turning his attention to the scene being projected on their wall.

“Go sit!” Jimin ordered Deo, pointing to the bed but she stood still. She didn’t want to have to sit in Taehyung’s bed and since this was the first time she actually got to see their room, she didn’t know which one belonged to who. “C’mon!”

“Popcorn?” Taehyung asked, raising the bowl towards her. At the sight of his hand, all she could think about was that silly conversation she had with Hyori about it and she found herself blushing from the thoughts that crossed her mind. He was just beneath her.

“No, I’m good! But thanks.” She dismissed quicker than intended.

As someone who didn’t care much about hands and their beauty, she had to admit that his hands were just something else… And suddenly the room was too hot, and the actors were talking but she wasn’t getting any of it.

“I want!” Jimin exclaimed breaking the imaginary tension and shoving his hand down the bowl, taking a hand full straight to his mouth.

For the rest of the movie, Taehyung kept on making comments about the whole aesthetic of the scenery while the other two remained in silence, just watching. Once it ended, they ended up enjoying the final credits and the music that came in, too absorbed by their talk about the actors in question. Jimin already had his head on Deo's lap and was close to falling asleep because she had been playing with his locks for the longest time.

"This is the kind of movie that makes me regret choosing performative arts," Deo commented after a big sigh, a frown adorning her features.

“Why?” Taehyung turned his body around so he could look up and face her directly.

"Oh well... There's a lot of things I like to do and it gets hard having to choose only one. It's like choosing between kids, you know? I like photography, but I also like dancing and singing and I also really like movies so how am I supposed to pick one?"

“It’s not that hard if you are open-minded enough to be a lot of people at the same time,” He pondered, offering sincere advice. “I don’t think I want to do just one thing for the rest of my life either,”

"I meant more like in learning. Like. These majors are too expensive for me to take every single one I like." She answered back, Jimin’s eyes kept blinking slowly, almost lulled by his friends voices as background sound.

“Hm… You just have to choose the one you identify yourself with most, not thinking you will be giving up the others. That’s what I think” Taehyung said after a long time of looking at the ceiling, thinking.

"That's a good way of thinking"

“Why are you so quiet?” Taehyung questioned Jimin once their eyes made contact. It wasn't much like him to be quiet.

"Oh, no reason!” He straightens his back smiling at Deo as a thank you for all the fondling. “I was just thinking along with your conversation… When I was little I used to get picked on a lot by my family because I liked to dance but I also liked football. So anything is possible if I think about it. I'm having the best of both worlds." He chuckles.

“I remember that,” Taehyung laughs along with him, thinking about those moments from their childhood.

"So, yeah, don’t stress too much. We can multitask, or try," Jimin said pinching Deo's nose to make her smile. "As long as you work hard for it, you can do it!"

"That's also a good way of thinking,” She pointed surprised. “Never knew you could be that wise, Jimin," She teased. "But anyway, it's getting late so I should get going." And although Jimin pouted dramatically as she got up from the bed, he followed her, knowing he too should rest a bit.

“Working hard remembers me of the review I have to write due tomorrow” Taehyung sighed, making the others laugh. “There’s never a chill-out moment without paperwork to do after,” The boy in question went back and laid on the floor amongst pillows like a starfish, stretching every ounce of his body.

"Do you need me to walk you to your dorm?" Jimin asked Deo. He didn't like it when she would wander around campus late at night. And her eyes weren’t on Jimin’s but on the blue-haired guy showing now part of his own torso while rolling on top of pillows. “Deo?”

"Oh! No! No, I’m ok.” She was quick to snap out of her thoughts. “Thanks for the popcorns," She looked again towards Taehyung to thank him, already close to the door.

"Sure, anytime!" He leaned on his elbows to show her a boxy smile. He indeed looked like a God waiting to be painted.

Deo shook her head, turning again to Jimin.

"See you tomorrow, babe." She lifted herself on her tiptoes and gave Jimin a tight hug, making her way to her own dorm in quick paces. “Please visit often!” She managed to hear Jimin’s voice cheerful and all she could think of was ‘God, no’.

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