#we really do be looking like yin and yang on campus

[a-local-cataclysm]

The burning question.

Geto x f!reader x gojo

Shoko & reader

After abject failure to protect Riko and a very near death experience, you decide to transfer to Kyoto in hopes that you can evolve your techniques and shed the trauma you’re carrying. Over ten years later you’ve been called to return to the Tokyo campus and to the faces you haven’t spoken to in just as many years.

Geto didn’t become a cult leader in this. He’s a lil manipulative, a lil controlling, a lil toxic. Gojo is a little shit, arrogant, abrasive but hey that’s Gojo. Also Shoko because she’s an angel and I love her

So reader may come off as an ass/selfish but I’m trying to write with the perspective that her mind suppressed the memories of the event so she doesn’t really remember what happened. Also, she’s going to try and act overtly normal to compensate for how shattered her mind is, but when those unwanted flashbacks hit her it’s an entirely different story.

Chapter 1: In Bad Form

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“I’m gonna ask them.”

“Absolutely not, that is a terrible idea.”

“Come oooooon how else are we gonna find out the answer to our burning question?” You ask waggling your eyebrows at Shoko suggestively. She gives you a less than amused look and sighs the longest sigh in the history of sighs.

“Your burning question.” She corrected, with heavy emphasis on the your.

“I want nothing to do with this future train wreck you’re setting yourself up for. Honestly, some things are better left unsaid. Trust me.“ Shoko turns her attention back to the body laying on the gurney in front of her. You couldn’t help but watch in reverence as she made the first incision. Her movements were so meticulous and efficient that the thought of seeing Shoko in any other setting seemed unnatural.

You sat and pondered what she said from your spot on the neighboring table. Really wracking your brain as you kick your feet back and forth, playfully trying to catch her lab coat with your shoe. Shoko would fuss later about unsanitary conditions, but since when has that ever stopped you? Plus, you know she’s all bark and no bite. You’ve learned something throughout the years in this friendship. And it’s that you and Shoko are always on the same wavelength. On the surface the two of you seem confusing and unviable, but go a little deeper and you’re as compatible as the gust of wind that kicks up a wildfire. Your bubbly and sarcastic attitude compliments her quiet and calculated one.

She’s the yin to your yang.

It’s also because of this perfectly balanced friendship that she’s sitting here actively trying to advise you against asking Satoru and Suguru if they’re fucking each other.

And come on, everyone knows they are. Sure people will whisper about it to one another. But no one outright asks them. I mean yes, you’ve heard the rumors of Nanami catching them on Yaga’s desk after he pissed Satoru off exceptionally bad one afternoon. Also it’s not like you don’t catch the lingering looks they give each other when they think no one else is observing, and you’re certainly not going crazy when you hear the slip of wet skin slamming together coupled with throaty groans that curl out onto the steam of the communal showers late at night.

Hell just the other day you spied them locking lips and, being the depraved person you are, you got so caught up in the show that you didn’t realize they saw you watching them until a certain pair of cerulean blue eyes locked with yours. So flustered you were that you didn’t notice the devious look they shared with one another while watching you skitter away more embarrassed than ever.

They’re the worst kept secret on jujustu high campus. Hell in jujustu society.

“But whyyyy?” You throw your head back and whine. You may sound like a petulant little child right now, but the tension between you three is borderline unbearable. They know you know, and you know they know you know. Not to mention you’re almost positive they hate you now. Not that you can blame them. It’s all just one giant clusterfuck of a headache and you’d really love to move past it because unfortunately, you do have to attend the stupid Goodwill Event alongside them next week. The worse news being that after the event you’re to move back to the Tokyo campus until further notice. So yeah, diffusing this horribly awkward tension between the three of you is on the top of your to do list.

Shoko graces you with another one of her signature sighs before looking up from the corpse and pointing her scalpel at you threateningly. She ends up giving you a 10 minute speech on the reasons why saying anything to them would be a terrible idea.

“-and finally, you do realize they are two of the strongest sorcerers in modern society. You don’t think that maybe confronting them with a potential scandal would be detrimental to your fucking health?!! Especially with whatever bad blood there is between the three of you.” She grits out, waving the blade haphazardly in the air to enunciate how awful your no good idea is.

You’ve never seen Shoko like this and it has you a bit taken aback so you raise your arms in mock defeat “ok ok i yield! I won’t ask the wonder twins if they’re fucking each other on Yaga’s desk every Tuesday!”

“Oh my god I really wish you hadn’t given me that mental image.” Shoko shudders.

You hop off the table and carefully smooth out the wrinkles in your shirt before you look to Shoko with a menacing smile. You bolt for the door shouting over your shoulder “IMMA STILL ASK THEM!”. Cackling gleefully as you dart down the halls to find your students and start the day. Faintly in the distance you hear Shoko shout back “DON’T YOU FUCKING IDIOT!”

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Satoru watches you successfully pin one of your students to the ground in a simple takedown. You demonstrate to them the importance of mastering hand to hand combat while the group gathers around you in a semi circle. One student, the feisty blonde, complains about why they would even need to learn these techniques.

“I don’t think I need to worry about pinning a curse down into submission sensei”, her words punctuated with an eye roll directed at you.

You just shrug it off, plastering on your famous crooked grin, and tell them with your sing songy voice that they never know when they may need it. And to “trust me~~”.

But you don’t expand any further.

Satoru thinks back to the day over ten years ago when you nearly bled out in Suguru’s lap. It still feels like yesterday to him. They were different people then, and as much as he likes to think Riko’s death didn’t change him much. Looking at you right now makes him realize that maybe the loss burrowed further under his skin than he thought.

You transferred to Kyoto shortly after Toji nearly severed your arm off in The Main Hall of The Tomb. Citing the reason as a chance to further develop your technique, but he and Suguru know the real reason why.

He remembers opening his dorm door and being met with the sight of your puffy eyes and tear stained face in front him. The watery apologies that tumbled from your soft lips, how your voice cracked with every inflection. He certainly remembers the tightness in his chest, the way it felt like all his heartstrings were knotted together before you pulled them taut with your bitter goodbyes. You promised to keep in contact with them, vowed the distance wouldn’t change things.

You kept your promise. At first.

Calling or texting at least one of them everyday. If only to check in. Then it was every other day and they chalked it up to Kyoto being a more bustling campus.

Then it was once a week, and by then Suguru was on the verge of a mental collapse.

Being a sorcerer had taken its toll on him heavily. He took leave, started seeing a therapist regularly and eventually the old Suguru started to creep back. But you never contacted them during this. When they were at their lowest you left them out to dry. Though something good did come out of your abandonment. They discovered new ways to love each other and flourished together without you.

So maybe Satoru is a little bitter, maybe Suguru is too.

Maybe when he was eavesdropping on the higher ups he caught wind of your name along with the words relocation, Tokyo, and tenured, and maybe that ignited something within his chest. Though he hasn’t decided whether or not he likes it yet.

The sound of screaming students and your bubbling laughter rips him from his daydreams. He looks out at the scene before him and can’t help the small chuckle that escapes him.

Your students tried surrounding you in an attempt to end the training sooner but your technique caught them one by one. Each student frozen in a more ridiculous position than the last. One kid has his face in the dirt, while his feet are suspended in the air, a hand is braced against the ground and the other is pulling at his pants. Gojo quirks a brow, he doesn’t remember you showing him this technique. Interesting.

A hand rests on his back before moving up to his shoulder, squeezing it gently. Out of his peripheral he can see Suguru watching as you laugh at the compromising positions you’ve put your students in.

“That’s new.” Suguru muses. He glances at Satoru, seemingly lost in thought.

“Yeah, so far it’s my favorite. The sheer terror on her students’ faces is hilarious.” Gojo cackled.

On the field your ears perk up and you turn your head to the direction of his laughter and lock eyes for the second time since you returned to campus. Finally you break contact and see Suguru standing next to him. A foreign emotion flashes across your face. To them it looked like something akin to sadness or regret. Gojo makes out a subtle clenching in your jaw before the mask falls back into place making it look like nothing ever changed.

Suguru and Satoru watch as your students clear the field and make their way to the lunchroom. Hesitation sits idly by in their chests as you leisurely stroll behind the kids with your hands shoved in your pockets glancing at your left arm every so often, it seems to be the focal point of your attention now. Then they catch you periodically bending, rotating and flexing said arm experimentally. Like you’re trying to reassure yourself that it’s still attached to your body.

#jjk x reader #geto x reader #gojo x reader #angsty #comedy #slow burn #geto suguru x reader #gojo saturo #gojou satoru x you #geto suguru #female reader #female #alternate universe #geto x gojo #suguru x satoru #love triangle #smut #shoko ieiri #shoko

[diamaker-moon]

Moving Forward - Chapter 1

Chapter One

Change of Plans

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"Marinette, we need to talk..." Tikki trailed her words while glancing at the other Kwamis behind the girl.

They were out of the box, but instead of wreaking havoc inside the room, they were observing the young Guardian who's currently curled into a fetal position on top of her chaise. The Kwamis had a glance at her appearance at the moment, and they were more worried for her.

Marinette was tired. She was tired of everything.

Her issue with a liar in school, her current stand with her class, how the adults in school ignore the problem, and last night, Chat Noir ticked her. They were battling a late-night Akuma. He was not only late, but he also whined about Ladybug not doing her best. Instead of helping her, he gave her an ultimatum that if she doesn't confess her feelings for him, he'll not come to any Akuma battles or she confess and stop being stubborn. With that statement, she felt anger run through her veins and gave her more drive. She successfully defeated the Akuma all on her own. She tried to help the victim to their home, but the victim politely refused, after that, she rushed home, not looking back.

"What do we need to talk about, Tikki?" She replied still not looking at the ladybug kwami.

"About the miraculous holders and your situation at school."

Marinette sighed before sitting up and looking straight at the kwami. Due to her added responsibility, she had been on edge at school, and especially since the class is against her, she didn't care about them anymore. She dismissed and permanently retired the temporary heroes, and used the excuse of 'they already got exposed'.

"We agree about removing the other heroes, since you'll need to trust them, and that's currently a problem, but there's one more holder we refuse to see using a miraculous."

Marinette's brow shot up in confusion, "Who?"

"Chat Noir."

That made Marinette freeze. She knows where the conversation is leading.

"Plagg talked to me, he really liked his current holder, but it was getting annoying for him. He wants a new one, or you can use him temporarily for battle." Tikki explained.

Marinette thought about it for a while. Tikki was right. A lot has changed in Chat Noir's attitude, he became more pushy and annoying, and the people of Paris have been noticing his behaviour, some were disappointed, while others are reprimanding her for not returning the 'poor Chat's feelings'.

"Alright... We'll do it tonight."

The kwamis sighed in relief. That was one problem solved.

"Now the other problem... We think it might be best for you to be in a different environment."

"You mean, I should... transfer?"

Tikki nodded and when Marinette looked at the other kwamis they also nodded eagerly, and it made Marinette sighed.

Collège Françoise Dupont has been her school for a long time, even when Chloé was the one bullying her, she didn't consider transferring. Aside from the fact that her home is only across the street, she knew almost everyone in the school. But now... a lot has changed. She wondered how did Mlle Bustier and M. Damocles believe an Italian exchange student instead of investigating? Dupont changed drastically after the liar joined. Marinette doesn't recognize it anymore.

"I... I'll talk to Maman and Papa about it. Now, how am I going to claim the Black Cat Miraculous if I don't even know his identity?"

"I'll help you!"

Wayzz offered. It was only a small favour for him. After Tikki revealed to them their Guardian's current situation, all the kwamis were angry. They were also aware of Plagg's current holder, and they knew that both the Yin and Yang miraculous is currently unbalance.

The Yin and Yang Miraculous, which are the ladybug and black cat miraculous, are the most important miraculous in the Chinese Miracle Box. If the two miraculous are combined, the holder will be granted a wish, and that wish can even bend reality, however, every wish has its price.

And currently, all the kwamis feel the unbalance between the two miraculous. And it's all because of the blonde's promise.

'As long as you and I both know the truth' 

That was his words. But Adrien became blind to the fact that their classmates have been bullying her without concrete proof that she was the bully. He abandoned her when she needed someone, and didn't even apologize for leaving her, instead, he reprimands her for going against the 'high road' path.

There are going to be a lot of changes during the next few days.

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"Maman? Papa? Can we talk?"

Sabine and Tom who were busy preparing dinner turned their heads towards their daughter's faint voice. Sabine made her way towards Marinette and guided her to their living room and sat down.

"Is there something wrong, Marinette?"

Marinette gulped before looking straight into her mother's eyes.

She admitted everything. About the liar, how her so-called 'friends' abandoned her, how someone wants her to bend her morals and let the vixen fool their classmates, how her own teacher and principal lost their brain, how she was being bullied, how she was almost akumatized countless of times at school and their home, she breaks down.

Sabine was stunned. She didn't even notice how her own daughter has been suffering in that place. She wanted to be angry, she wanted to lash out, but she didn't want Shadowmoth to take over her emotions. Looking at her daughter who was now crying in her Father's arms, broke her heart.

She stood up, grabbed a tray and gathered food on it.

"Here, why don't you eat in your room for now... Your Father and I will talk about your transfer since I will not let you step a foot in that school anymore."

Marinette nodded and took the tray before heading to her room.

Sabine and Tom did work while they were eating dinner, they have founded a school that will suit their daughter.

Jeanne d'Arc l'Académie

A private school that is more expensive than Dupont, but they also grant scholarships. The school offered courses that will help the student's talents blossom. And both of Marinette's parents believe in their daughter's talent in designing, she could get a scholarship, and if that doesn't work out, they'll just have to work harder for her tuition.

The school offers a dormitory to all the students.

Marinette's home was a bit further from that school, that is why Dupont became an advantage to them since it is a street away from the bakery.

"Are we going to let her move to a dorm? Or she'll just be commuting?" Tom asked, worried about her daughter going to school late every time.

"We'll be talking to her about this, and if she wants to, I think it might be better. She'll be far away from Dupont, and the dorm building will only allow parents and listed guests to enter." Sabine said.

Marinette was a sixteen-year-old girl, but they are more worried about her mental health. If she was constantly near her old classmates, she might not feel safe. Sabine was hoping that Marinette will agree to move into a dorm. Sure, she'll miss her all the time in their home, but her daughter's health is much more important.

The next morning came, Sabine called the principal early morning, and informed that Marinette will not be going to class for a week due to personal matters. Which the man agreed immediately after hearing the woman's sharp tone.

When Sabine saw Marinette walked down from her room, she took a good look at her daughter. She was becoming thinner, she had bags under her eyes, and she can feel a looming aura around her.

"Morning, Maman..."

"Come, eat breakfast. I already called your school that you'll be absent for a week, while you rest and we prepare for your transfer."

Marinette nodded and gave her mother a genuine smile. Something she hasn't done for a while.

"Marinette. We found you a school that will suit you, it can help with your career. Now we want your input, they offer a campus dorm, me and your father, thought that it's much better if you get a dorm so that you'll be far away from Dupont."

The girl was stunned. She couldn't imagine waking up all alone, without her parents near her. She wanted to go against it, but she thought about it.

Far away from Dupont. She could gain more privacy, she'll be able to move freely especially when there's an Akuma. Especially now that she's all alone.

Last night, she reclaimed the black cat miraculous. Marinette was hurt that her partner was the boy who hurt her the most. Adrien Agreste. She was angry that the blonde couldn't be a hero without a mask. But she needed a new partner, someone she could trust and will always back her up.

"Don't worry, the dorm building is strict only parents and listed guests are allowed to enter," Sabine added after noticing how quiet her daughter was.

"Can I think about it until dinner?"

Sabine nodded and bid goodbye since she needs to work in the bakery now.

After finishing breakfast, she went upstairs to her room with a tray of foods that all the kwamis like. The Kwamis noticed that the girl was silent, but they didn't ask. Plagg who was silently observing while eating a cheese danish finally went up to her.

"You okay, kid?" Plagg asked.

Marinette looked at the cat kwami who had a reputation of being stubborn, it made her smile a bit.

"Maman said I'm officially being transferred to a new school. Maman also recommended that I stay in a dorm inside the school campus, for me to be away from Dupont."

"Isn't that good Marinette? You'll get more privacy without worrying about someone barging inside here or someone seeing you go inside while you're in the suit." Tikki said.

Marinette only sighed and calmed herself. She could only hope that Shadowmoth won't be sending an Akuma or an Amok today.

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"Guys! Did you hear?!"

Three pairs of eyes landed on the person who came in while shouting inside their dorm.

"What is it?"

"There are rumours that someone applied to be transferred here in Jeanne! We might get a new student and possibly a new dormmate!"

The three looked at each other and glanced at a closed door while thinking about the newcomer's words.

Meanwhile, back at Marinette's home.

Her parents informed her about her possible scholarship and the requirements— which was easy for her since she is applying for a fashion scholarship, she will need to pass a portfolio of her designs. She also let her parents know about her decision about the dorm. And her parents agreed to it.

For the first time in a while, Marinette had a fun time. She ignores the constant notifications on her cellphone, she dedicated the day to relax, something she hasn't done for a while.

It was a blessing in disguise that transferring out of Dupont will be easy, her mother will only need to get her student files then leave.

Ever since the bullying started, she slowly removes her belongings in her locker to avoid any rumours about stealing... again. Looking around her room, It felt bare to her. She took down all of Adrien's photos and class photos from her walls and burned them. Impulsive? Yes. Worth it? Definitely!

The gifts she had created for Adrien were getting donated. She was slowly removing any reminders about her life in Dupont.

She had to admit, she thanked Lila for letting her see her classmates' true colours. She wasn't a friend, she was a tool. She now realizes how her class uses her for free things, how Alya just dumps the babysitting on her without even getting paid, how her teacher kept moulding her to be a perfect student. She hated it. She was used. And now that she isn't 'useful' they abandon her.

She was currently preparing her portfolio, and even asked her clients if she can have permission to use the commissions she has made to be used in her portfolio, to which they happily agreed!

Three days have passed, she had successfully applied for a scholarship, her mother has retrieved her school files, no Akumas or Amoks attacking the city.

"You seem quite happy, bǎobǎo!" Sabine was glad that Marinette is slowly becoming happy once again.

Marinette deserved to be happy. Her parents will do anything to keep it that way.

"Have you started packing your things? You do know that even if the scholarship is rejected, we'll still enroll you, right?"

"Yes, Maman. Thank you. I know it is expensive, but I still want to thank you guys for the opportunity!"

Marinette hugged her mother and smile contentedly. She was happy. She was finally happy... for now.

While waiting for a response in her scholarship application, she was currently brainstorming with Tikki about her suit.

"You want to change it?" Tikki asks.

"Yeah. Like a reminder that I am beginning a new chapter, and leaving everything behind."

Tikki smiled and happily agreed with her holder. All the kwamis are out, but Plagg and Tikki were constantly out of the box.

Marinette wears both the miraculous, at first she was scared that it might trigger the ultimate power, but nothing happened, so she assumed that it will only happen if both are unified. She had also gained the Grimoire and missing tablet!

When Wayzz retrieved the Cat Miraculous, he had noticed his previous Master's tablet and the Grimoire in Adrien Agreste's desk, he informed Ladybug and she immediately went to his room quietly. She didn't even want to think why he suddenly has it. Returning to her room, she had successfully got three important things.

Master Fu's missing tablet where a translated Grimoire is stored.

The original Grimoire.

And finally, the Cat Miraculous.

It was more than what she had bargained. But she was lucky. Really lucky!

'Looks like lady luck finally gave me a good amount of luck!'

 Chapter 1 — Moving Forward: Masterlist — Chapter 2

#miraculousladybug #marinette dupain-cheng #movingforward #AO3 #class salt

[stay-tinystars]

Rumors: pt 1

Ship: Yeosang x Named female character (Jae Hwa)

College AU. 'Bad' girl x shy studious Yeosang.

Some fluff, some angst, mostly slice of life, a bit chaotic

Warnings: overly controlling parents, rumors, cursing, motorcycle.

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: this is a short series. I hope you all enjoy it. I'm trying out different writing styles as I get back into writing so I hope you enjoy.

All of this is pure fiction.❤

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" He whispered tentatively behind her.

"We aren't doing anything wrong. We're fine." she whispered back.

"Then why are we whispering?" He questioned.

"I don't know, you're the one who started whispering" she giggled softly.

They quietly made their way through the dark, slowly weaving through the trees following the path, the half moon slightly lighting their way. The soft sound of their feet against the dirt encompassing them.

"We're almost there, I promise" she said reaching back her hand. He grabbed it tightly, she could feel his heart pounding, as her fingers intertwined with his.

The path opened to a beautiful clearing overlooking the city. The stars visible above them. She smiled as she looked at him, his eyes got big as he looked up, his mouth slightly agape.

"Wow" was all he could say. He never thought sneaking out with his girlfriend would be so unique. Most people sneaking out to parties, his girlfriend snuck him out to go stargazing. She pulled the backpack off her back, and pulled out two blankets. She spread one out in the clearing, and put the other over her lap as she sat down. He laid on the blanket next to her, and she smiled as she draped the blanket over him as well and laid down, her head on his chest.

The stars twinkled in the midnight sky, as they cuddled. She was the yin, to his yang.

He was the shy studious type. His bleached hair, and picturesque features made him the talk of the town. His laugh and smile lit up the whole campus when he joked with his friends. 

She was the trouble maker. Labeled a rebel with her short bright purple undercut hair, eyebrow piercing, and motorcycle. Everyone judged her by her looks, except him. 

----- three months earlier-----

"She just thinks she owns the place" Jen scoffed, stirring her iced coffee with her straw.

"I know, she just storms in every place she goes, her boots clanking on the floor as she stomps everywhere." Jens best friend Rose added, as they both eyed her from across the dining hall.

Yeosang was shocked, everyone at this college seemed to have it out for her. They all gossiped about her, her apparent 'bad behavior', that he'd never seen. Also everyone's rumors of her were different. The only thing he knew for sure was her name was Jae Hwa, or Jae, and she rocked her short purple undercut far better than any other girl could. Sure her resting face was a bit..... harsh, but some people said the same about him. After he heard yet another rumor from the next table over, he decided to go see what she's all about for himself. Yeosang stood up quickly, he had to do this before he changed his mind. He started towards her, ignoring the questions from his friends at the table he just abandoned.

She was leaning her chair back, on two legs, against the brick wall of the dining hall, eating a sandwich, while doing something on her phone. She was preoccupied in her own little world, and why shouldn't she be. This school was full of gossip, which just annoyed her. She was here to study, how else was she going to get into the school she was really aiming for.

Yeosang approached her table when he started questioning everything. What if that prison rumor was true? Or that one about eating a live duck. She didn't look heartless enough to eat a live animal. What was he doing? He didn't know her. She definitely didn't know him. What was he going to say? It's not like he should start a conversation with 'I heard rumors about you, and wanted to know if they were true.'

He stopped a few steps away from her, maybe if he turned back now she wouldn't see him. She looked up at him, cocking her eyebrows, the metal gracing her right brow glinting with the movement. "Can I help you?" She petitioned.

He was a deer in the headlights, he was trapped. Her stare was slightly unnerving.

"I'm Yeosang" he stated, mentally slapping himself. This was not what he intended.

"I know." she replied, leaning her chair forward, letting it hit the ground with a bang. She leaned forward, onto the table. Her bright eyes bore into his. "How can I help you, Yeosang?"

He heard people start to gossip behind him, as she stared him down. He took a few steps and sat at an empty chair at her table.

"I was wondering if I could join you." He seemed unsure of his own words.

A smirk graced her lips.

"Well, looks like you already did" her voice had a playful tune to it, as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I was wondering what your majoring in?" He asked, trying to seem natural in this awkward situation he had caused.

"Biomedical science" she responded dryly, he was intrigued.

"I didn't know we had that here"

"This university doesn't, but it's close to home, and gives me the prerequisites I need to get into the school I want."

He nodded, a soft smile gracing his statuesque face.

The conversation deepened after that. He explained he was currently doing a computer sciences major, but was thinking of changing to something to do with International relations, or something so he would have the chance to meet people from around the world. They then started to talk about anything and everything, like how she had gotten a motorcycle because it was cheaper on gas. How his best friend was constantly trying new recipes, and making him try them, which most of the time ended in disaster. Their laughter was interrupted by her phone going off.

She looked at it and cursed. "I'm late for that stupid lecture." she grumbled, quickly shoving things into her bag. "This was nice, thanks." She gave a quick wave as she practically ran out of the dining hall. He looked around to see the hall had mostly emptied, and realized he himself was late for class.

"So you have a thing for bad girls now?" Wooyoung asked as Yeosang sat down at their usual table local Cafe, with his coffee.

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

"He's talking about how you ditched us all without saying a word then went and talked to Jae for who knows how long." San smirked, sipping his coffee.

"She's not a bad girl. She's really nice." Yeosang retorted.

"That's not what I heard," Seonghwa raised his eyebrows. Yeosang felt a small flame alight inside him, it was as if some part of him had to protect her.

"That's the problem, everyone talks about her, I want to actually know her." Yeosang started, his voice calm, but his eyes enraged. "Everyone at this stupid university just gossips, and spreads rumors. You guys should know that better than anyone.  Seonghwa, remember when the rumor started that you broke up with some girl over her not eating your kimchi fried rice?" His eyes became pointed at his friend, Wooyoung scoffed, Yeosang turned on his best friend. "Do you remember when we started as freshman, and everyone was claiming you had, not one but three different clones. None of which knew how to drive a car, two of which didn't speak."

"Yeah, rumors are weird" Wooyoung noted as he looked intensely at his coffee. Yeosang took a deep breath in. Where did that come from? He asked himself, as he looked at his friends. San just stared in awe, as did Mingi. Seonghwa just looked everywhere but Yeosang, and Wooyoung continued to stare at his coffee. Maybe it was a slight guilt Yeosang saw in his best friends eyes. No one should take rumors at face value.

Living at home while going to school was great for saving money. While it worked great for Jae, her parents were supportive of just letting her live her life, and pursue her dreams.

It didn't work so well for Yeosang. His parents were strict, he had a curfew even though he was a legal adult. He also had rules to follow, and he did what his parents wanted him to for school, and for work. Aside from his friends which his parents reluctantly approved of, it seemed as if Yeosangs parents controlled every aspect of his life.

"You just don't get it, your parents let you move out, and do what you want at school. I'm stuck here" Yeosang complained as he leaned on the counter at the small restaurant Wooyoung worked at.

"I've told you to inform them it's your life, and to just move in with Seonghwa, and I." Wooyoung chided as he cleaned another table. Yeosang groaned, stirring his water with the straw placed in the cup.

"Eh, Seonghwa I could handle, you not so much"

"Shut up" Wooyoung threw the dry towel on his shoulder at Yeosang.

"I better head to work" Yeosang groaned.

Work was boring for Yeosang, sure it paid well, but working at the call desk, at the fanciest hotel in the city was never in his plans. Most of the calls he just redirected to the correct department. His favorite part of his shift was when it ended, and he got to walk out of the hotel.

Tonight was like most other nights in early spring; a chill in the air, the scent of cherry blossoms starting to bloom wafting over from the park next to the hotel. Yeosang started his walk towards the subway when he saw a small fluffy dog running towards him excitedly, his leash trailing behind him. Yeosang bent down, and held out his hand to the dog, who approached him, and immediately started licking his hand.

"Bong, get back here!" A voice yelled from within the park, he turned and saw Jae running towards them. Her eyes widened as she saw Yeosang.

"Cute dog you have here." Yeosang said, handing her the leash.

"Thank you for catching him. The little stinker ran off when I was tying my shoe. I guess I didn't have the leash under my foot well enough." She explained with a shrug.

"He just wanted to go on an adventure" he commented, as he bent down. Bong nuzzled his head into Yeosangs palms as he pet him. "What kind of dog is he?"

"He's a cavapoo, well at least that's what the shelter said when I adopted him." She bent down as well. Bong was in heaven, enjoying the pets and loves from two people at the same time, his tail whipping back and forth, as he rolled onto his side.

She never expected Yeosangs kindness. Everyone else she encountered avoided her, but he always smiled at her when the rest would stare, and whisper.

They ended up walking the park and talking for over an hour, the park slowly emptying of people as the hour grew later. He found out she worked at the animal shelter, feeding and taking care of the animals in the back. He explained his boring job he had, and ended up venting about his family situation. She was grateful for a friend, and he was grateful for her listening ear. 

When his phone started ringing, he saw who was calling and the time his face paled.

"Hello" he answered reluctantly.

"Where are you" 

"I got held up after work"

"You should've been home by now"

"I'm sorry, I will be home shortly"

"Your father and I expect more from you" the line went dead. Yeosang sighed heavily.

"Shit" he muttered, then let out an aggravated scream.

"I'm sorry" Jae said, watching him run his fingers through his hair. "I shouldn't have kept you." She stared at her feet, softly kicking at the grass.

"It's not you, I just" his voice fading as he stared off in the distance. "I just wish I had the courage and money to just move out. I just have to figure out how to live my own life." His voice soft yet determined.

Jae found herself softly touching his arm, trying to comfort him. Her timid touch brought him back to reality.

"The subway is going to take forever to get home"

"I live less than a block away, let's take Bong back to my place and I'll give you a ride" 

"I can't believe I'm riding bitch on a girls motorcycle" Yeosang muttered as she handed him her extra helmet.

"Well im not letting anyone else drive my baby" Jae laughed putting her own helmet on. She climbed on and started her blue bullet bike. "Climb on, wrap your arms around me and just lean with me around corners." She instructed. The city seemed to fly past, as they made their way towards his house.

"Stop here" he yelled.

"But your house is another block or so," she yelled back.

"My parents are already ready to kill me, I can't imagine what they would do if they saw me get off a motorcycle" he hollered. She shook her head as she stopped, and turned off her bike. He thanked her and handed back the helmet.

"You know, if you ever need someone to talk to, feel free to text me" she stared at the ground, her sudden shyness was intriguing. She usually held more of a hard expression, this one seems vulnerable. He smiled.

"I'd love to, but I need your number first" he teased. He could see her cheeks darken through her helmet, as he handed her his phone. She quickly added her number.

He smiled widely as he made his way towards home. He didn't look forward to what would happen once he arrived home, but he looked forward to texting her later.

#ateez #ateez imagines #atiny #ateez fanfic #yeosang fanfic #yeosang fluff #ateez yeosang #yeosang #yeosang angst #yeosang imagines #yeosang college au #ateez college au

[writingsfromstarfleet]

I Believe In You - Trip Tucker X Reader

A/N: Hello! This is a request for the ever lovely @gardenofstories whom I must apologise to for it being a little late! I hope you enjoy it and it was what you wanted! Thank you for the request :) x

Life at the Academy did not disappoint. Over the years you'd been in attendance at Starfleet Academy, you'd experienced so much that you wouldn't have ever had the chance to otherwise, and had made some friendships that you knew were going to last a lifetime. One such friendship, that had morphed itself into a relationship was with Trip Tucker.

Trip was obnoxiously loud and big headed, and the two of you clashed 24/7 over absolutely everything. No matter where you were, no matter what the subject was, you both were a recipe for disaster when put in each other's general vicinity. You hated how big his ego was, he hated how you always tried to best him. Eventually, the two of you had worked through it and come to realise you were very similar, and liked each other a lot. Your friends were in shock, baffled even, when they saw the two of you eating and laughing together for the first time. From then on, the rest was history. And here you were, 2 weeks from the end of your tenure at the Academy as the antithesis of your first day.

Finals week for the Academy were upon your year group, and the stress levels on campus were through the roof. Trip and yourself were together all the time, studying with each other, eating with each other and supporting each other when one of you started to give up.

"Come on, Y/N, you can't stop here, you've worked years for this!" He semi-shouted at you as your forehead hit the table for the fourth time that day. You lifted your head enough to shoot him a look that said 'I can go no further.' Trip wasn't having any of it.

"You are smart. You are so good at what you do and you are going to ace these exams. You've studied this enough, hell, you probably know the whole textbook back to front. Stop stressing over it, you'll be fine."

You stood, for whatever reason angry at his calm demeanour over it, and picked your books up, walking away without a single word. With your actions, you made it clear you were annoyed. Trip looked on after you, wondering what he said that was wrong. He decided to leave you be for now, getting back to his own textbook.

It was 4 hours since you last saw Trip, your previous angry mood had gone, you were instead feeling guilty and sorry for acting the way you did with him, knowing he was only trying to help. You were still sat at your desk studying away when your door rang. Standing to answer it, you discovered your legs were aching because you'd been sat for so long. Opening the door, you were met with a face you were all to glad to see.

"Trip, I-" Your words were cut short as he pulled you into a hug, stroking your hair as he did so. Responding by wrapping your arms around his torso, you sighed, in both relief and content. He pulled back a little, still having you in his arms and looked down at you.

"I thought you were mad at me for before, I- I'm sorry, I don't know why I acted like that, these finals have my stress levels through the roof." He laughed airily, kissing the top of your head.

"Don't worry about it, darlin', I understand. You're going to be fine, like I said. You're intelligent and hell, you've never missed a single class in your life. If anyone comes out of there with top marks, I'd put money on that bein' you."

His words made you smile; Trip always was your biggest fan. He'd been there for you through every good time, every bad time, and every stressful time. Trip could be dumb, sure, but his words held such a weight and meaning when he really wanted them to. He was the perfect balance of smart and dumb, and how you'd managed to befriend him mystified you.

Trip felt the same of course, he had no idea how someone as smart and level headed as yourself could possibly put up with his chaotic nature. He was beyond grateful, your existence in his life meant that he always had someone to turn to, whatever the problem or situation was. The two of you complimented each other perfectly, like yin and yang.

"Let's go sit down, relax a little. We could carry on with that show you always watch if you'd like?" Ever thoughtful, was Trip. He always knew what you needed and when; he was the perfect boyfriend to you.

"Thank you, Trip. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"I'm not that brilliant, y'know" he smirked, knowing when he didn't accept compliments it made you mad. "I'd say my lovely human here is far superior." He shot you a wink, and you hit his arm.

"I'm serious!"

"No, you're Y/N..." he mocked confusion, and fake screamed. "Who have you been all this time?!"

By now you were laughing with him, all the looming pressure of finals gone, thankful you had Trip to take your mind off it all. You didn't like to admit it, nor would you ever admit it aloud to him, but you did need to chill out, and his humour was helping beyond measure.

"Be thankful I love you, Trip..." you trailed off with a laugh, as he pulled you to him and kissed you.

"Ain't nothing else I'm more thankful for."

He was an idiot, but you'd be damned if he wasn't your idiot.

#star trek imagine #star trek #star trek enterprise #enteprise #trip tucker #trip tucker x reader #trip tucker imagine #star trek x reader #x reader #imagine

[shabba-zams]

INSPIRED BY ELAINE

I think it's time, we confronted the situation in front of us

And I think it's time we talk it out and forget all the fuss

And it is not me.. There just isn't an us no more like Bible class

Our time is up, like sand falling thru an hour glass, in an hour class

You always say you have no clue but surely eNCA, know more

You mad at me, the silent treatment and you call it normal

You're bad for me, I was ur biggest fan - u such a baddie

You're bad to me, I'm your only fan, love it when u call me daddy

I'm sad for you, you hid your "Onlyfans" from me, you dirty

I'm thirsty, right now you looking all sexy, girly, flirty, all nerdy

You're needy, greedy, full of pity, always eating, mouth fully meaty, too demanding, nasty lazy, bitch u crazy

I'm giving, forgiving, plain loving, still thirsty but dripping in sauce

You're tripping, I flick my wrist then flick the bean (BDSM)

You're dribbing, my dick be crippling

You be stroking my penis, asking what my pin is

Bust a nut, wipe a continent from your chest

Yeah, that's what pain is

And then I knew you're not the One

Coz you were never the only one

I don't give out many chances, you get just the one

Party on campus, ur too antisocial, never my plus one

Plus size model, thick mama, BBW, voloptuous, ur curvatious

Luv ur onion booty, it makes me cry & it's more than 1 layer

Yeah im full of games, bstill no player

Dinner for 2, right b4 I eat u up, say my prayer

Bad dream, devils hour, I wake, u staring like, Heya! That's creepy

Okay lemme be real with u, it ain't your fault

I just couldn't be real around you, I couldn't be myself

I was losing myself tryinna please U

My face was your chair, no please U.. I can't breathe

I need air, u don't care, I pull ur hair, that's not fair

Face clean, no make up, take teddy bear, then make up sex

We're role playing, you're now Claire, Blair or Nonhle

Shared my, heart and love with u

I ain't mad at u, we don't c I2I

U & I was both invested, we tested

All that loud in the air, sippin wine we wasted

Danced all night then rested

My place or yours instead

Always kept you interested, kept me well fed

It's lessons learned not time wasted

Why you making me choose between you & the booze

I know you hate how I'm hung like a moose

Getting your creative juices flowing, like your muse

Misuse my tongue, amuse ur lower lips, abuse your sleep

Team nocturnal, feeling your intestine with my external

Loving you all night and day, feels eternal

I'm sorry but I'm not ready for anal

But that pussy imma turn into a canal

You dislike my love/hate relationship with social media

I bring a home cooked meal but all you do is take away

I mean it's healthier and bonus it makes financial sense

Lemme keep my 2 cents, common sense ain't common

That's nonsense, why you so tense? We don't make sense

I still sense your anger from when I tried to fvck ur friend

Then my close friend who's my best friends girlfriend

Yeah, I fvcked up, I own up, let's roll up

That's not tea in my cup, let's go up

Talk at the roof top, "nigga just grow up"

You're yelling, screaming, bout to blow up

I'm cocky, saying shit like I was your glow up

"Hol'up, nigga please just shut the fvck up

You always say you coming but never show up"

"You're right, I'm sorry I left you sick to go drink

I felt like I was drowning until my sorrows' lungs were filled with H2O

Made it up 2 u tho, made you cum 6 times..no? 7 I think, who's counting

You a liability, I'm an asset... I mean it's just accounting

You lack reliability, for your mistakes ur never accounting

You hate my ability to feel everything and still be wholesome

Coz you just wanna feel good all the time

But my feelings be fluctuating, I just won't be faking

Stop tolerating the neglect Im getting

Get liquid with it

Happiness is the yin and sadness is the yang

Sometimes I drink gin, only when I'm with my gang

There's a burn hole on my jean, maybe a ciggie, or dank

But now I get bank, I want no skank that smoke skunk

Has that sank? Yeah I know, I'm a think tank, tick

Talk all you want, but keep it short like tik-tok

Tic toc, times up, take tsek.. tic tac 4 your bad breath

2 these beats I bring death, yeah I take life, no bring back

Break dance & break back, ahead of you like 3 laps

Brick dance coz my money grows while I nap nap

Hahaha gimme 3 claps coz my puns still slap

I'm real black, I'm bout to snap at all this crap

These niggaz decided to call rap

Lame rappers, listen up, sit down and don't talk back

Don't turn no other cheek, clap back or get ur wolf pack

Crack back, don't fight niggaz that look lyk they fap-fap

Or smoke crack crack, with eyes doing a criss cross

Came across many rappers that steal rap lines or rap names like Rick Ross to get their point across

Gamble with your life & hit crap

Lost your wife on my Whatsapp, there's that!

She pole dance in my DM's, she excels

She got a flat tummy till she exhales, but sex sells

She call me Haploid, like sex cells

She's cold like may weather, F Lloyd!

I'm a Record breaker, planet shaker, Constant risk taker

Ask the chain breaker how I stay shining 

He'll answer, I stay grinding, on God!

I'm not a smile faker, just a soul snatcher in the fast lane

Wubba lubba dub dub, Rick and Morty

Life and death drive, ask Freud or Boyd

Leading a wild life like Varty, bitter sweet like chutney

I'm bored, so we party in my bed, my bad, honey!

Ass-ass-ass, she clap ass 3 times before 4(play)

Nurse-nurse-nurse, I slap ass tats when we role playin

Looking all photogenic, oops a nip slip on tape

Phat ass on my iOS, like real life

Ass flat on android, that's what they look like

No steroids, my dick big don't nje just

She look at my shoe size and run away at 1st chance

I'm an asteroid not space dust, she came fast

Then I came too, at last, she said out loud

I'm heartless at first glance, til I made her soul dance

Think fast, mouth 2 mouth ur low lips, I'm a medic

Nudes is explicit, is you a nymph or manic?

Nymphomaniac please don't panic

Your style so sick, bout to start a pandemic

We'll playback with your jeans off, relay... ground rules

No replay or pause only gonna press play once

No safewords, whatever works works, word!

Girl you a baddie, and a Pedi, go spoil yourself

Get a mani &a pedi

Dick in mouth, still out spoken, can't put words in mouth

U said I'm a keeper

Silver spoon in her mouth but I still feed her

Feel her up then fill her up, I eat her up

I feed her jollof right before I pipe her, I like her

Never gonna wife her, don't really love her

She's rude like something' crawled up her...

Foul mouth like up yours!

I know around your feelings I should tip toe

It's unfortunate coz I don't tip Joe's (askies jo)

Like excuse me waiter where should I dip those fries, french

Kiss hoes toes, mxwa, Zulu man with a foot fetish, tip toe

Articulate the truth, use tactics lyk rotten tomatoes on bad movies

I'm not perfect, I pose a threat even if a picture's moving

I'm booming, you're blooming... I'm nice nice, ur gloomy

I'm grooming u, like your cult leader

Avid reader, your soul feeder, I'm no people pleaser

I need a lady thats rooted in love and still rooting for me

Unconditional love lyk the kind that died on the cross 4 me

Is that you? No? Then miss me Miss, think I'm gonn miss ya!

Coz now it's

A goodbye to you, I'm thru witchu, it's true I confess

Wish you nothing but the best

Somebody to love you, put you first for the rest of

All the days to come, to you I

Remain a good friend, no benefits just perks

Straight facts, ex lover with strange quirks... You

Are

The

One... Who will be the godmother to my heir

So if I die, you'll raise HIM or raise HER

Erase Her memory of me if it's too painful to hold on to

Make sure he's playful, careful  and joyful too

U'll be a good mom, ur delightful unlyk most step mothers

You're a good teacher that's patient but always on time

You'll know what to do if ever my daughter runs late

Scratch that, you'll be a great mother, that's fate

Becoz you're a leader, not deceitful like some bad fathers

#IWriteWhatILike #poetry #dead poets society #poets on tumblr

[tessisawriter]

Meant to Be in Love (Andre Burakovsky)

Request (anonymous): Andre B...92 and 100? Thanks!!

A/N: This is set during the 2017-18 season because the trade dynamics would’ve messed with the premise of the story. This is for all of the romantics out there—don’t ever give up on love ❤️❤️

Warnings: Two swear words, insecurity, mention of divorce

Word Count: 1.1k

“Oh my God, that was fucking hilarious!” Andre managed to choke out through a fit of laughter, and you felt the vibrations because he had his arm around your shoulder. He turned his head to you and said, “This movie has to go down as one of the best we’ve ever watched, don’t you think, Y/N?”

“Yeah,” you said without any real conviction in your voice.

You were having your weekly movie marathon with Andre in his apartment like you always did, so you should’ve been happy, but you weren’t.

Andre had been your best friend since you moved to Washington, D.C. for college in 2015. On the day you met him, you were close to finishing your first semester at GW. You were in a rush to get to your 10AM Anthropology lecture, but you had stopped at Starbucks to get some much-needed caffeine first. You weren’t watching where you were going when you ran out the door, so you didn’t notice the Swede entering the coffee shop at the same time as you were leaving. You crashed into him and spilled coffee all over his white t-shirt. You apologized profusely, but he was very nice about it and introduced himself. Before you knew it, you agreed to bail on class to have coffee with Andre Burakovsky.

Spilling coffee all over Andre’s shirt turned out to be one of the best things you had ever done. To everyone else in D.C., Andre was a breakout forward on the Washington Capitals, but having grown up in Connecticut, you didn’t know much about hockey, so you treated him like a normal person. You had friends at GW, but you hadn’t found a group of like-minded people who you wanted to be friends with for life. Both of you needed a best friend, and by the time you finished your coffee (Andre had insisted on paying over your objections), a lasting friendship had been born.

Before long, Andre introduced you to his teammates, and when you returned to GW for the spring semester, you sought out and joined a small newspaper on campus that allowed their writers to have creative freedom. You found real friends both at the newspaper and within Andre’s circle of friends and teammates.

The past two years were a dream, and you had never been happier in your entire life. So why were you not content with your friendship with Andre?

You knew the answer but tried as hard as you could to ignore it. You wanted Andre to be more than just your best friend.

You had first started developing feelings for Andre about six months ago when you were at a party Andre was throwing in his apartment. Both your friends and his teammates were there, and they were all remarking on how you and Andre were yin and yang. Andre had blushed furiously, while you came to the realization that Andre could be more than a friend. You really did complement each other perfectly. You had a fiery personality and refused to let him blame himself when the Caps lost games or he was in the middle of a scoring dry spell. Andre, meanwhile, both had a calming presence about him and made you laugh more than anyone else you knew.

After the party, you noticed Andre sought out physical contact with you more often, whether it was holding your hand or putting his arm around you. You found that whenever you and Andre were with friends at the club or in one of your apartments, it was like Andre was the only person in the room. You wanted nothing more than to be his girlfriend. You fantasized about going up to him at the club one night, taking his hand in yours, and leaving together. All of the signs pointed to you and Andre being on the same page, so why didn’t you make a move?

The truth was, you were too scared. Your parents had gone through an acrimonious divorce when you were young, immediately putting you on guard. After a bad relationship in high school, you were convinced that love wasn't meant for you. Andre was the first person you had feelings for in at least three years, and having believed that you weren’t capable of finding love for so long, your newfound feelings scared the shit out of you. It didn’t help that Andre was one of the most sought-after single guys in the NHL, and you knew that if you started a relationship with him and it went badly (or even if it went well), you would get a lot of hate.

It wasn’t like Andre made any real efforts to be in a relationship with you, either. Other than the increased physical affection, he seemed to be waiting for you to make a move.

So that’s how you ended up in a stalemate, sitting on Andre’s couch while watching a movie, pretending as if nothing had changed when in fact, everything had changed.

“Y/N?” Andre waved his hand in front of your face. “Are you all right? You’ve been spacing out for five minutes now.”

You blushed, embarrassed that he caught you daydreaming. “Sorry, I was just thinking about a sociology project due next week,” you lied.

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Andre flashed an easygoing smile in your direction, “I just wanted to tell you a story.”

“What’s it about?” you asked.

“So last night, I had a really vivid dream.”

“And…” you prodded him.

“And in the dream, you and I were dating.”

That was about the last thing you expected to come out of his mouth. “Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

An awkward silence settled over the room, but Andre spoke again before it became unbreakable. “You know, I think I know why I had the dream. It was a sign that I have to tell you the truth.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Which is?”

Andre took a deep breath. “I like you, Y/N, and not just as a friend.”

You could’ve sworn time stopped in that moment. “Really?”

“Yeah, I think we would make a pretty good couple. I mean, only if you think that, too—”

“I do,” you interjected. “I mean, I feel that way about you too, Andre.”

Now it was his turn to look surprised. “So you like me? You really like me?”

You giggled. “Yes, Andre, I really, really like you.”

Andre’s smile somehow got even wider. “I want to take you out tomorrow night. What does your schedule look like?”

“Hmm…” You pretended to think it over. “For you, it’s wide open.”

Andre laughed at that, and you joined in. Before you knew what was happening, Andre leaned forward, closed the distance between you, and connected your lips together in a passionate but gentle kiss.

You could see it now: you and Andre were meant to be in love after all.

#andre burakovsky imagine #andre burakovsky x reader #nhl imagine #nhl #hockey imagine #colorado avalanche imagine #colorado avalanche #washington capitals imagine #washington capitals #andre burakovsky #imagine #nhl imagines #hockey imagines #nhl fanfiction #nhl oneshot #nhl oneshots #nhl one-shot #nhl one-shots #nhl one shot #nhl one shots #avs #nhl fanfic #hockey fanfiction #hockey fanfic #andre burakovsky fanfic

[poeticmoonspirit]

Zutara one-shot prompt: Coffeeshop AU. Katara’s the barista (past relationship: Jet or Haru, whichever one, or both) and Zuko’s the cute customer who looks too cute at this point in the morning.

The crisp air chilled Katara's bones as she walked into the cafe. The place was loud and bright as people were laughing and others were studying at the long tables near the entrance. The line grew long as people waited to receive their bitter black coffee. The earthy aroma of espresso and caramel wafted in the air like perfume. She took a sip of her white chocolate mocha and rubbed her arms, hoping for some kind of friction. I should've brought a jacket, she thought.

She swept her long, dark hair into a ponytail and put on her black apron, ready to start the day.

xxx

Shit, Zuko thought. He was ten minutes late for his lecture and his professor always took attendance. He was usually a morning person, but this morning was not his morning whatsoever. Frustrated, he ran inside the small coffeehouse and stood in line. He looked around the small cafe. I'm already late, no point in rushing, he thought. Sighing, he took out his wallet and counted the bills before taking them out. When he glanced up, his breath caught.

Standing in a black apron was the most gorgeous girl he'd ever seen. Zuko noticed her small dimples and ocean blue eyes. Her skin was the color of copper, smooth and unblemished. He noticed that she wasn't lacking on the curves either. Her attitude was rather chipper, considering the amount of customers in line.

Guess it's part of the job, he thought.

When it was finally his turn to order, he noticed a small yin and yang tattoo on her forearm.

"I like your tattoo." Zuko said, glancing at her tattoo.

Her smile radiated like the sun outside, "Thanks! I really love what it stands for. It means that everything is balanced. It can also be a reference to soulmates, you know? Like being two parts of a whole—"

Zuko was mesmerized. Most of the girls he ran into talked about things that didn't really matter to him. But here was someone speaking to him with so much passion that it made him genuinely smile.

Katara noticed Zuko's odd expression and began to look embarrassed. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I'm a philosophy minor and I study a lot of Eastern philosophy," she gave a shy smile, "Anyway, what would you like to order?"

He might just skip out on classes today altogether if it meant hanging out with this girl.

Nope, I've got that stupid exam later that I have to be in class for, he thought.

Zuko shook his head, "No, you're fine. You're the first person I've talked to in a while that's actually interesting." He studied the menu, "I'll just have a small cappuccino."

Katara smiled. "Thanks, I guess. I just think it's amazing to think about, you know?" She rang his drink up, "Alright, that'll be $4.50."

Zuko gave her the cash. "So do you go to Sozin University or...?"

She stared wide-eyed. "Yeah! Do you? I feel like I know you for some reason."

He nodded. "I'm an art major. I'm big on graphic design. I probably remind you of Haru, he's one of my best friends."

xxx

No way, Katara thought. This guy was friends with her ex? The world must be ending. Out of all things!

She gave a tight smile. "Ah, he's my ex." she gave Zuko his drink, "My name's Katara by the way. Maybe we could hang out sometime? I'd like to see some of your work, if you don't mind."

Her ex? Zuko cared for Haru, he really did, but Haru wasn't exactly the type of person made for relationships. He internally winced, remembering Katara's odd smile. He knew that look. He gave it to people whenever they complemented him and Mai when they were dating.

He gave her his number. "I'm Zuko, nice to meet you. For what it's worth, I'm sorry about the breakup. Haru's not exactly the kind of guy that does well in relationships. It's fucked up, believe me, I know."

He pulled out a flyer from his bag and handed it to Katara. "There's an art show on campus tonight. You can only get in with this invite." He winked, "Don't lose it."

Katara almost choked on her spit. Did he just wink?

"This is awesome! I'm totally coming."

He smiled. "Great, see you there then?"

She laughed and nodded. "See you, Zuko."

He left the cafe and suddenly the place became colder. Katara sighed.

Today was going to be a long day.

#coffeehouse au #zutara #i hope its good #request #poeticmoonspirit

[gimmeyoon]

Updated: 12/16/19

Key: 

✶ brain blast: I am going to write this fic

✶ plotting: I’m writing an outline of this fic and developing the plot

✶ writing: I’m in the process of actually writing this fic

✶ editing: I’m fixing this fic and getting ready to post it

Coming Soon to GimmeYoon

✶ Fifteen Sunflowers | Taehyung

   ✦ College AU: Part of the Weather Series

   ✦ genre: fluff, angst, smut

    ❝There’s nothing you hate more than professors assigning partners for group work. So of course your art professor did exactly that, and she matched you with the hottest human being you have ever seen. Fan-freaking-tastic.❞

   ✦ status: plotting

✶ Picture Perfect | Seokjin

   ✦ That’s Classic Series: Inspired by the Picture of Dorian Gray

   ✦ genre: fluff, angst, smut

    ❝Look, Seokjin knows it weird that his parents had a portrait commissioned of him for his high school graduation. And yes, he also thinks it’s weird that the painting somehow looks likes its aging with him. He doesn’t need you to bring it up. He certainly doesn’t need the girl in his Chemistry class to know about it, but that certainly didn’t stop Jimin from telling her.❞

   ✦ status: brain blast  

✶ Bloom | Jimin

   ✦ College AU: Part of the Weather Series

   ✦ genre: fluff, angst, smut

    ❝There were few things you remembered about the spring concert, and none of them were making out with Park Jimin❞

   ✦ status: brain blast

✶ Before the Fall | Yoongi

   ✦ That’s Classic Series: Inspired by Pride and Prejudice

   ✦ genre: fluff, angst, smut

    ❝Firstly, Yoongi would like it to be known that it’s his parents who are rich not him. Secondly, yes he is friends with Park Jimin but that certainly does not, and he cannot emphasize this enough, make him rich. Thirdly, even if he was rich that in no way influenced his making it into this school. He’s a music prodigy, god damnit, and if anyone has any questions they can ask Park Jimin because Yoongi is in the music room practicing and has no plans to leave.❞

   ✦ status: brain blast

✶ Green Light | Hoseok

   ✦ That’s Classic Series: Inspired by the Great Gatsby

   ✦ genre: fluff, angst, smut

    ❝Hoseok is sure of two things: going on that break was the worst decision of his college experience and posting snapchats to prove that he is doing much better is the only way to stay afloat. He may or may not have saw on instagram that her cousin is a Freshmen, and he may or may not be the reason Beta Tau Sigma is committed to throwing the best parties this campus has seen every weekend. Now he just has to wait for this theoretical cousin to find her way to the house. Do it for the Snap.❞

   ✦ status: brain blast

✶ Snow One Like You | Seokjin

  ✦ College AU: Part of the Weather Series

  ✦ genre: fluff, angst, smut

   ❝All you want for Christmas is for your best friend to realize he’s in love with you❞

  ✦ status: brain blast

✶ Cold Hands | Yoongi

  ✦ College AU: Part of the Weather Series

  ✦ genre: fluff, angst, smut

   ❝you do not, in fact, have time to talk about our lord and savior Jesus Christ. Thankfully some edge lord took pity on you and saved you from the guy who’s always giving out bibles on the quad❞

  ✦ status: brain blast

✶ Lost Boy | Taehyung

  ✦ That’s Classic Series: Inspired by Peter Pan and Wendy

  ✦ genre: fluff, angst, smut

   ❝Taehyung’s life motto is that getting older doesn’t mean growing up. Every day can be an adventure if you let yourself remember how great it was to be a kid. He remembered that you liked that about him, you really did, so why are you so mad?❞

  ✦ status: brain blast

✶ Nobody | Jungkook

  ✦ That’s Classic Series: Inspired by the Odyssey

  ✦ genre: fluff, angst, smut

   ❝Jungkook just happened to score the winning goal in the national championship game, it’s no big deal. Just another day for the golden boy. Now he’s excited to make his way back to campus and get that kiss you promised him if he won. Only problem is the world seems to be against him now.❞

  ✦ status: brain blast

✶ Fire and Ice | Jimin

  ✦ That’s Classic Series: Inspired by Jane Eyre

  ✦ genre: fluff, angst, smut

  ❝Jimin doesn’t expect people to understand that he both regrets getting his high school girlfriend pregnant and loves his daughter with all of his heart. It worked out fine, Jimin and his daughter live off campus with his parents, so he can still go to college and get his degree. Everything was going just fine, thank you, until he met his match, and now Jimin’s not sure how much longer he can keep wearing his mask.❞

  ✦ status: brain blast

✶ Natural History | Namjoon

  ✦ That’s Classic Series: Inspired by the Catcher in the Rye

  ✦ genre: fluff, angst, smut

   ❝Listen, Namjoon’s not exactly sure what to do now that he has been kicked out of Beta Tau Sigma, and he is particularly not sure how he’s going to break the news to the proud alum, otherwise known as his father. He figures he might as well ask everyone he comes into contact with along the way what they would do in his situation. Not that any is helpful, adults are sort of all phonies at the end of the day. That’s nothing his favorite wing of the Natural History museum can’t attempt to fix. Now someone tell this blue-haired girl to leave him alone.❞

  ✦ status: brain blast

✶ Yin and Yang | Taehyung

   ✦ Superhuman au

   ✦ genre: fluff, angst, smut

    ❝They made one darkness and the other light. They made one the bringer of death and the other the giver of life. They made them powerful, but they locked them in cages. Powerful things do not like to be locked in cages.❞

   ✦ status: writing

✶ Gemini Feed | Yoongi and Namjoon

  ✦ College AU

  ✦ genre: fluff, angst, smut

   ❝ Gemini Feed: two similar individuals that feed into their own destruction with emotional disconnect and a lack of mutual respect and love.❞

  ✦ status: brain blast

✶ ‘Til Death We Do Art | Seokjin

 ✦ Zombie AU

 ✦ genre: fluff, angst, smut

  ❝Perhaps the most surprising part of the Zombie Apocalypse is stumbling upon a group of friends intent on using art to save the world. If you don’t protect them from the dead, who will?❞

 ✦ status: brain blast

✶ Midnight City | Yoongi

    ✦ Undercover Cop / Crime Ring AU

    ✦ genre: angst, smut

    ❝You’ve been bothering your police friend for years about the supposed crime ring led by the wealthiest men in Seoul, with nothing to show for it except a friend that won’t answer your calls. That is until a new graduate of the police academy decides to humor you and check out a few of your leads. Now you’re falling deeper and deeper into the world of Midnight City and you’re not sure if there’s a way out.❞

    ✦ status: brain blast

 ✶ Love Island | Bangtan OT7

    ✦ reality dating show AU

    ✦ genre: angst, smut, fluff

    ❝A cast of hot young singles looking for love and romance on the beautiful island of Mallorca and the chance to win $50,000. What more do you need to convince you to audition? It’s gonna be a long, hot summer.❞

     ✦ status: brain blast

✶ Again and Again | Jimin

   ✦ Reincarnation AU, enemies to Lovers

   ✦ genre: angst, smut, fluff

   ❝You have lived many lives for many millennia, and in each one you find each other. Like a sick joke, the universe keeps forcing you and the soul you hate together. This life it’s no different.❞

    ✦ status: brain blast

✶ Bottom of the River | Jungkook

   ✦ Witch AU

   ✦ genre: fluff, angst, smut

    ❝When you met Jungkook the world was at peace. It was okay for you to be involved with a normie, you and your coven’s biggest problem was debating whether buying your tarot cards off of Amazon was ethical. But then the world as you knew it ended and Jungkook seemed to always be caught in the middle of it.❞

   ✦ status: brain blast

✶ March 10th | Yoongi

  ✦ friends to lovers au

  ✦ genre: fluff, angst, smut

   ❝Yoongi: your friend through it all that hates his birthday. So you come to an agreement, you won’t celebrate it. You’ll meet up the day after and hang out like it’s any other day. Even when you move miles and miles away from each other you still meet up every year on that day.❞

  ✦ status: brain blast

✶ The Adventures of N’Sync and Mr. President | Namjoon

    ✦ college au, friends to lovers

    ✦ genre: fluff, angst, smut

    ❝You and Namjoon are unlikely friends, the bi art girl to his student body president, business and Polisci double major perfect self. It all started the day you both fell in love with the same girl. And the rest is, how they say, history.❞

    ✦ status: brain blast

✶ Be Right Back | Taehyung

    ✦ supernatural au (set in the Say My Name universe)

    ✦ genre: fluff, angst, smut

    ❝When your boyfriend died you thought you had lost him forever. Then one day a book falling from your shelf opens your eyes to the strange and unusual. Forever became real that day, but it’s not the paradise you’d always dreamed it would be.❞

    ✦ status: brain blast

✶ Jinkies | Hoseok

   ✦ Scooby Doo AU, friends to lovers

   ✦ genre: fluff, angst, smut

   ❝You are definitely not in love with your friend, co-worker, and leader of Mystery Inc.. Sure, whenever he enacts his favorite plan, splitting up, the two of you usually go off together, and that one time you pretended to be a couple for an investigation was weird, but you don’t have feelings for your friend. Sure, he’s handsome, and confident, and kind, and a good friend.... Zoinks, maybe you are in love with Hoseok.❞

   ✦ status: brain blast

#works in progress #wip #B's Ideas

[haikyuu-imagines-and-others]

I was afraid sth like that might happen bc tumblr kinda always finds a way to fuck up. But thank you so much!! I really appreciate it ♥ My request was a college AU scenario where Iwaizumi has some lectures with the chubby!reader and she has a huge crush on him, but doesn't approach him bc she's too shy & thinks he won't like her anyway bc of her appearance. But they start talking and eat lunch together at some point, and they soon become friends and he asks her on a date and they kiss maybe ?

I couldn’t agree with you more, love haha It tends to eat up a ton of requests :( Even for me for other blogs!! At least we caught it though! :D This was a super cute idea… so I hope you like how I wrote it out! Thanks for requesting! - Admin Satori

Iwaizumi Hajime:

It started with a brief glance - you’d been studying in the library, cracking your head open for the chemistry equations to fit in there properly for your upcoming test. Helium and Hydrogen molecules blending together, you’d looked away to give yourself a chance to relax and not pop out of their sockets from the stress building behind them. An oncoming headache, you knew, but what was more important to you? Your grades or health?

Considering how many headaches you got in the average week, you promised yourself you’d take some time to heal. Evaluate your mental wounds before getting back out there for that well deserved ‘A’.

For now, you stared off at the front doors of the library… Again, you hadn’t meant to catch his eye when he walked in, backpack slung over his shoulder, dark green eyes showing you nothing much past his clear exhaustion.

A single glance, nothing more than a locking of eyes for less than a second.

Yet, there you were… blushing as if he’d just given you the corniest pickup line.

Then he was turning and walking to the coffee shop in the corner of the library, his backpack sliding just the slightest down his shoulder as the smell of the hot bean water infiltrated his still half asleep mind.

You hadn’t seen him walk away. You’d buried your face in your hands, trying to look like you were tired or rubbing your eyes, but internally you felt as if you were on fire. He’d looked at you. He’d locked eyes with you! That beautiful, gorgeously built young man had stared into your eyes and you into his foresty green ones.

This is absolutely ridiculous, you knew, to be so hung up about a single, meaningless glance he’d thrown your way. But how could you not react the way you were? Iwaizumi Hajime was the leading champ in almost all the sports your University provided, and he was a top student! He was practically a celebrity on campus! Of course you’d be honored to be at the receiving end of his gaze.

But now wasn’t the time to fall into another drooling episode. Checking your phone, you hopped out of your singular cubicle seat and grabbed your school work. Your ‘philosophy’ class started in less than five minutes and you were not about to be late. Again.

The next instance of being blessed with his gaze, and this time his actual presence, was that next day. Biology class, required for all students regardless of majors, but ultimately not doing anything for what your dream job would have you be doing. Or at least, the lowest level of bio you might need… You weren’t sure yet. Choosing majors was hard.

You’d been dozing as the professor took their time getting their study lessons in order, making sure their presentation would work properly come action time. You’d crossed your arms in front of you, and as each minute passed you realized you were lowering your head in exhaustion. Who required students to attend class at 6AM? Why? You weren’t even human at 6AM - just some amalgamation of exhaustion, red bull, coffee, and irritation.

You were not a morning person.

“Is this seat taken?” You were waving off the question of the asker - not really in the mind to be kind this morning; You were tired. “Are you sure that… combination is healthy?”

“Look, guy, if I wanted health tips, I would have paid to be in a health cla-“

But the rest of your quip died on your tongue as you went to glare at whoever decided 6AM was a good time to start judging and asking questions.

Because there he was. Wide awake, a little red from what you assumed was his morning practice, but an amused smile pulling the corner of his lips as he saw you flush with embarrassment. ‘Cute’ he couldn’t help but think as you ducked your head with an awkward cough.

You didn’t look at him for long, quickly blinking to break the trance he had you in before you were looking down at your class materials - the lights of the classroom being dimmed just the slightest so the professor could start their presentation for the day.

Bad idea.

With the lights dimmed, there was an electric current running between you and the actual adonis sitting next to you. Every time he inhaled, your stomach clenched - every time you went to take a note, he shifted in his seat. Yin and Yang - though equal in reaction, different in action. Together moving in sync. You’d glance at him when you didn’t think he was looking, enjoying the view he so graciously offered - and he would blatantly stare when you’d turn your head down to focus on your notes.

Needless to say, you were hyperaware the rest of that morning.

He took it upon himself to seek you out the next time you two met. He felt he hadn’t been fully awake enough to enjoy your embarrassed reaction that morning in the library, but regardless of that fact he felt as if he owed you some kind of apology for being rude during class. Who was he to decide if your routine was unhealthy? Sure, he was currently ‘paying for a health class’, as you’d grumbled that morning, and yeah, he did know first hand what red bull did to peoples hearts… But who was he to judge?

Books scattered around your small corner table in the cafe. Your food, cold and forgotten, resting on the very edge of the table as you manuevered books closer and further from you as they gained or lost their necessity value. Studying was a bitch, you’d come to learn - dozens of different studying styles had never fit you.. But of course the one that made you look like an insane person actually stuck.

Just your luck!

Though the table was fairly packed, and your jostling it as you reached and pushed books away or towards you didn’t help.

Soon enough, as gravity and fate would dictate, your lunch plate was tipping over the edge of the table. You didn’t even have time to react - your eyes watching as it slowly shook further and further towards its demise.

Then it was stopped. A hand swooping down and picking it up before it could tip into the void. And you were confused, for an embarrassingly amount of time, when you didn’t hear the shattering of the plate or feel the amused stares of your classmates judging your clumsiness. But when you finally realized the crash would never come is when you followed the hand that currently held your lunch plate.

Amused forest green eyes stared back at you, his eyebrows raised a bit as he had waited for you to come to your senses. How deep in Study Mode had you been? Had you taken a break yet? Regardless, he set his plate down on the empty table next to yours before coming back to you, closing the books closest to you and setting your lunch on top.

“Eat. Food is brain power.” Then he retrieved his plate before doing the same to the books across from you and taking a seat.

What the hell just happened? You blinked rapidly as you tried to answer that question yourself. Your food was cold, but God did it look good.

But he looked better.

“Uh… Thanks…” Iwaizumi nodded to your appreciation before he started eating his own food, his eyes glancing around at the books nearest him in curiosity. What was your major? What did you want to be? There were a lot of different subjects surrounding him… were you just catching up on homework? Procrastinator until the last minute? “I-“ His eyes met yours again as you spoke, your cheeks blooming a gentle red at how immediately he’d given you his attention. “I’m _______.”

Iwaizumi smiled as he nodded, “I’m Iwaizumi Hajime….” Though your eyes betrayed your meek nod - you knew who he was. The moment you laid eyes on him, you knew exactly who and what kind of Godly person he was. Though your high thoughts of him flew out the window at the sight of his soft blush as he rubbed at the back of his neck anxiously - he was human. Just like you. Just like anyone else. “Uh… I wanted to… apologize… For earlier, in Bio….” He cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable with saying sorry.

“Apologize?” Your voice was quiet as you echoed him, staring blankly at him as you tried to understand what it was he was sorry about. “For what? We just met today…” Though you knew that wasn’t the full truth. Sure, you’d just introduced yourself today - but you’d seen and even snapped at him during class. You’d locked eyes in the library. Not exactly meeting and becoming acquaintances for those two instances.

Anxiety nibbled at the inside of his stomach as you unintentionally dragged out something he didn’t really like doing. Apologizing, even if he was in fault, always took a bit of his pride. “I had no right to judge you the other day in Biology… If you want to mix red bull and coffee, that’s entirely your decision.”

His words didn’t register as serious for the first few seconds after they left his mouth. And for a moment he was worried you hadn’t heard him before he realized you were actually just 3 feet in front of him… there was no way you hadn’t heard him.

Your lips pulled at the corners as you tried to hold back your giggles, your eyes crinkling at why he’d apologized - how goofy. He really thought you’d taken offense to something like that? You went to cover your mouth as you quietly laughed, his eyebrows furrowing as he pouted and looked away from you. “What’s so funny?” Though his tone revealed he didn’t really want to know because he knew it was silly of him to apologize for something like that… too late.

But you shook your head with a wide smile, your hand lowering as you, boldly, reached forward and patted his hand resting on the table. “Don’t you worry your cute little head, Iwaizumi-san… You didn’t hurt my feelings in the least.” His cheeks grew a bit red with you saying his name, even if it was his last. Though you didn’t understand it as that but rather embarrassment of you teasing him for his ‘transgression’.

“Maybe I should have then.” He grumbled, his hand turning on the table top to feel your palm resting against his, your fingertips lightly touching his forearm.

You nearly choked at the feel of his hand against yours - his warm touch sending your stomach twisting into itself. But your confidence was soaring from his gall to apologize for something silly like that, so you merely laughed quietly and patted his hand this time, “I’d like to see you even try.”

His pout turned into a challenging smirk as he caught your hand with his on one of its pattings. “Okay, how about… Over dinner then…” His gaze held yours, and it felt as if your soul were leaving your body at just how… intense the man before you really was. You’d heard stories, and first hand experiences from those around campus, but they paled in comparison to your immediate moment with him.

Heat was all you felt. Heat in your face from your blushing, heat in your chest from your heart slamming against your ribs, and heat in your hand as you held his just as tightly. This was moving much faster than you’d ever experienced before. Where was the chasing? Where was the silly chatting? The friendship that awkwardly made its way into romantic feelings?

Where was the insecure boy you’d usually find yourself dating?

Iwaizumi was different.

Iwaizumi Hajime is a confident man of action.

And winning your attention seemed to be his first and only goal in your budding relationship.

*sniffles* I didn’t get to the kissing TT~TT But I’ll probably do a Part II, whether its requested or not ;D

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[huffletiika]

Hello, stranger.

GASTINA / UNIVERSITY AU

There’s a new app at the campus that allows you to chat with some other student it matches you with according to your hobbies and likes. Nina logs in this app to prove Luna wrong and ends up talking all night long with a very interesting stranger. Little she knows this guy is Gaston, her high school crush, who is also Matteo’s (Luna’s boyfriend) best friend.

I know, I’m taking like forever, and many might have already forgotten this multi-chapter, but as I said in the Simbar OS I published yesterday, I’ve been having disagreements with the muse, so writing have been very hard. Anyway, if things go as planned, I will be publishing a chapter of this AU every week until I get to the last one... that’s very close, indeed. Hope you like it. Word coutn: 3.7k / barely proofread, so expect many mistakes.

[Other Chapters]

CHAPTER 10 -  ABOUT UNEXPECTED JEALOUSY AND SKATING LESSONS

“Who’s that guy?” He asked, looking at Nina and the guy seated next to her, the one who was showing her something from his drawing block, making her blush and, eventually, giggle. They were too close, why were them so close? Why did he even care about it? Luna and Matteo, who were seated in front of him followed his sight­, and the short brunette smiled as soon as she saw her best friend and the guy who was with her.

“Oh, that’s Xavi.” She answered, looking back at him.

Gaston raised his eyebrows. He needed further information than just his name. That was ridiculous, by the way. Did she like him? Were they dating? And if so, for how long? Because he has never heard about that Xavi guy.

Luna, the girl who was 99.9% of the time clueless, seemed to notice those questions in his expression, and gave him an amused look. “He’s one of her classmates, they are working together at some project.” she told him, taking a sip of her drink.

That didn’t look like they were doing a project, he thought. They were too smiley and friendly, like if they were on a date. He wasn’t jealous, of course he wasn’t. He was just concerned about that guy’s intentions with his friend, because that’s what he and Nina are: friends, weren’t they? And friends get concerned about the people their friends are friendly with, or in this case, more than friendly. The burning sensation he had on his chest was just concern, he convinced himself.

“I don’t like him.” He said, without even thinking, after seeing the guy giving her a piece of paper, and her smile growing bigger as she asked something that seemed like ‘for me?’ and him nodding. When she hugged him he had to look away. Something broke in her hand, and he looked down to find the plastic spoon divided in two pieces.

“Well, you don’t have to like him, buddy.” Matteo replied, with a huge grin on his face, which that told him his best friend was jumping into conclusion, and was ready to get his pay back for all the months of space puns. “The guy is Nina’s friend, and I believe she is the one who has a said about it.” If stares could kill, those would have been Balsano’s last words. Luna giggled and looked back at her best friend, a proud smile drawn on her lips. He didn’t like that smile, not at all.

“Why do you say you don’t like him?” she asked, looking back at him.

“I don’t know,” he recognized with a shrug. “He doesn’t seem very trustworthy, that’s all.” His justification sounded stupid, even for himself. How could someone tell if other person is trustworthy or not just for his looks? A glimpse to his best friend’s face and he recognized the same silent question. He decided to change the topic. “Anyway, I guess you are going to the party, right?” he asked Luna, and she started jumping like an overexcited puppy.

“Yes, I’m going!” she said, the excitement in her voice was very obvious. “I was talking with the girls… with Jim and Yam, I mean. We are going shopping in a couple of days to get cool dresses and masks, they want to get everything black and white to be like the yin and the yang, which is very cool because of their names. But I still don’t know what to wear.” She added, thoughtful.

“We could match our costumes if you want.” Matteo suggested, and his girlfriend’s eyes lightened up. “Oh my God, that’s an amazing idea! We have to do it!” she replied, excited. “We can search for ideas later, maybe ask the girls if they have some.” she added, and gave him a kiss in the cheek.

“Maybe you can dress up as the moon, and my friend here as an astronaut…” Gastón suggested, with a grin, gaining a cushion crashing on his face. That didn’t stop his laughter, though. Matteo looked like he was about to kill him, his girlfriend as if she had suddenly become a tomato.

“You are going, right?” Luna asked him, after a while (and a very long sip of her drink), and he nodded. “Good! I need your help with something,” she leaned towards him and lowered her voice, like she is about to tell him a secret. Instinctively, he leaned as well. “I need you to convince Nina to go to the party.”  She whispered.

He frowned. “How do you think I could be able to convince her if you, her best friend, didn’t?” he asks, with sincere curiosity, because he already tried to do it and the result was her saying she had something to do, and running away. “Because she says she won’t because she can’t skate, but she is just scared, and I’m sure she might learn if she tried to do it. But well, I think she might consider to go if you tell her…” He interrupted Luna.

“Well, I already did that, and she ran away.” He told her, and Luna made a grimace.

“Maybe, if you insist…” the girl insisted. “She told me she had a terrible accident when she tried to learn, and now she think she is not good enough.”

“Yeah, she told me she broke her arm,” Gaston sighed. “But it was an accident, we all fall when we are learning, it doesn’t mean someone is not good enough, just that we have to keep trying.” He looked down at his drink, and stirred it with his straw.

He didn’t like Nina thinking that way about herself. She was an amazing girl, she was smart, she was nice, she had this amazing ability to capture real art with her camera, and she was very passionate about those things she liked. He was sure she would be able to learn how to skate in no time, if she gets to overcome her fear and put some effort on it. When they talked, she seemed reluctant to accept doing so, even if he promised he would never let her fall, so he had to find a way to convince her to give it a try. Maybe Luna was right, and he just needed to insist a little.

When that thought came to his mind he looked back at Nina’s direction, and she was walking towards them, firmly holding the other guy’s arm. The burning sensation on his chest got harder to deal with. He looked away, focusing on his drink once again, until he noticed she was standing next to him, then he innocently smiled up at them.

Had she invited this Xavi guy to hang out with them? Because if so, he had some work to do at home, and it would be a great opportunity to excuse himself.

Nina made the presentations, and when it was his turn to shake the other guy’s hand, he might have put a little bit more of strength on his grip than usual. The other seemed to not notice this, or ignored it, and only grinned as he looked back at the others. “I’m very pleased to meet you all,” he said. “Nina has told me great things about you guys.”

“Interesting, mostly because I’ve never heard about you before.” His mouth was faster than his brain… that he can tell. His best friend was holding his laughter, he was biting his lips and looking at the ceiling. Nina seemed kind of mortified. He shouldn’t have said that, but it was late to take his words back.

And a part of himself didn’t want to do it, anyway.

“I guess you don’t talk that much,” Xavi guy fired back, and he saw red. Was he challenging him? WAS HE CHALLENGING HIM? He snorted. “Or maybe we have much more interesting topics to talk about,” he replied, and at that exact moment Matteo intervened, asking the guy if he was going to stay with them, and sending him a warning glare. «Not the moment for this, bro» he could read on his face.

The good part: He wasn’t staying. The guy said he had to go to a lecture, and then left them alone, taking advantage of the farewells to kiss Nina's cheek. Luckily this time there was nothing on his hand.

Next time he and Nina met was at the lockers of the Jam & Roller, a couple of days later. She was putting her books inside her locker, and he was looking for his skates. He stealthily walked until he got next to her, and leaned on the lockers. “Hey,” he greeted, and the book slipped out from her hands, but he was fast enough to stop it before it crashed on the floor.

“Gastón!” she said, shaken.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologized, giving her book back. She was blushing. “It’s okay,” she replied. “I was distracted.” She explained.

“Yeah, I noticed that.” He felt concern taking over his other emotions. “Is there something that concerns you? Maybe I can help.” He offered, with a soft smile, and she looked at him with those cute eyes of her that reminded him to an innocent fawn, pink starting to cover her cheeks.

“It’s no -nothing,” she stuttered, and then bit her lower lip. For a whole second he fantasied with being the one biting that lip. WAIT, WHAT? He shook his head, shooing that thought. She was just a friend, and he liked other girl, he reminded himself. “It’s just…” she sighed and supported her back on the closed lockers. “The girls want me to go to the party, but I really don’t know how to skate, and if I rationality think about it I know the probabilities of falling again are very low, less than 15% indeed, but still… I’m just not the kind of person who skates, I prefer to write about it, but I also want to enjoy the party with you- you all, I mean, with Luna, and Jim, Yam… Simón, Matteo, everyone. I don’t want to disappoint anyone,” she sighed.

“I’m pretty sure you would make a great skater,” he replied, without hesitation.

She looked down. “Don’t say those things just to make me feel better,” she interlaced her own hands. “I’m sure I would fall all the time.” He put one of his hand over hers, squeezing them. She looked up at him, and he smiled.

“Hey, can I tell you a secret?” She nodded. “When I was learning to skate the floor became my best friend, I was always visiting it, I became an expert on falling,” he told her, and she giggled. What a beautiful sound. “We all fall when we are learning, Nina. The important thing is to have the courage to get up and keep trying,” he added.

“Hey! We could go and skate together now, I came to look for my skates anyway,” he suggested, after a few seconds of silence, and she looked taken aback. “And don’t tell me you don’t have skates as an excuse, because they rent them here, so we can ask Pedro to get a pair for you.”

“I don’t know, I…” He interrupted her. “I promised you the other day I wouldn’t let you fall, didn’t I?” he said, and she nodded. “I meant it, Nina, I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Please,” he pleaded, making his best impersonation of the cat from Shrek, hoping she wouldn’t be able to resist it.

 He still couldn’t believe she accepted to skate with him, that he convinced Nina to do such thing as putting skates on, but apparently the force was with him, because no other explanation could come to his mind.

He was a freakin’ Jedi master.

He already had explained her the basics, and she was doing amazing. He took her hands the whole time (which, being honest, was the best part of the whole process), and told her how to go forward, how to turn, how to brake. He even explained her the best way to fall (He wasn’t lying when he told her he had mastered on it), and showed her some nice dance moves he and Matteo have been practicing. She applauded them. They skated for a while, staying very close to each other (he promised he would, didn’t he?) and then went to the corner of the rink to drink some water and take a well-deserved rest.

“It was… it was amazing!” she said, very excited. “I didn’t know I could skate.” He nodded, that’s the only reply he could come out with, as her smile was so radiant, he got lost on it. She is gorgeous, he thought, and as soon as those words emerged on his mind he took a very long sip from his water bottle and looked back at the rink. Staring at her was messing with his head. They were just friends, he reminded himself. He liked another girl. But you can like two girls at the same time, don’t you? His brain told him. And Felicity wasn’t answering to his messages, anyway, so maybe it was time for him to move on.

He shushed those thoughts.

“See? I was right,” he grinned, and she smiled back at him.

Oh God, she had to stop it with that cute smile.

“Yes, you were,” she replied, a soft blush covering her cheeks. It was the cutest thing ever. He looked at her as she talked about going to tell her friends that she was going to the party, she couldn’t wait to see Luna’s face when she tell her she had skated without falling. She would need a costume, of course, and getting one at last minute would be hard. But, maybe she could ask to her mother’s friend to do one for her, or the other girls, Yam was very talented.

He found himself staring at her lips, and he reminded his earlier thought of biting them, but this time he just wanted to softly stroke them with his. Stop, his brain warned him, and he obligated himself to focus on something else, like the strain of her that fell over her face. He couldn’t stop himself and his hand gently put it behind her ear. The pink on her cheek suddenly became red, and when the realization of what he had done hit his brain, he almost choked.

“I… erm, we should go back to skating,” he said, taking his hand to his own hair, nervously messing it. She looked down at her feet. “I can’t, I have to go… I mean, I have a lecture.” She explained, and he nodded and accompanied her to the lockers where they could change into their shoes. He didn’t believe her excuse for a second.

 The realization crashed into him like a truck. But not any truck. This one was full of bricks, and was being driven at 120 kilometers per hour by a drunk guy covered in tattoos and a cliché name like Billy or Dave, who has an insane obsession with fast and furious, and that realized a little too late that the brakes weren’t working.

He was falling for Nina.  

He was truly jealous the other day. He was jealous of that guy being with Nina, of him giving her drawings, hugs, and kisses in the cheek, and about the possibility of her liking him back. Because the guy liked her, he knew that for the way he looked at her when she wasn’t looking. The burning sensation on his stomach wasn’t just concern, he was truly jealous. And that day at the rink… he wanted to kiss her. He wanted to lean closer, feel her warm breath caressing his face, take a taste of her lips, and possibly get lost on them until the end of times.

Well… fudge, he was in deep.

“Are you telling me what’s going on?” Matteo asked, offering him a can of beer, and sitting next to him on the couch. He opened it and took a sip, still not ready to put his thought into words. “You have been here motionless since you arrived from the roller. Did something happen?” He could feel the concern in his best friend’s voice.

“Something like that,” he sighed, and took another sip.

“Let me guess…” his friend grinned. “It has something to do with Nina, am I right?” sometimes it scares him to death how much his best friend knows him. If such thing as soulmates existed, they might be that, as sometimes a look is enough to be sure what’s happening to the other.

“Yes,” he wasn’t even going to try to keep this from his friend. “I believe I have fallen for her.” He sighed, and closed his eyes, taking his hands to his own hair. He only does that when he is really nervous.

“Damn it! It was about time!” Matteo gave him a friendly poke. “We have been speculating about this with the guys of the Roller Band for a while now. Simon was sure it would take you months to figure it out, but after your jealousy scene from the other day, I knew this day was close, and I was right!” he celebrated.

“You have been gossiping with them about me? What kind of best friend are you?” He felt betrayed, was Matteo replacing him with those guys? They had been spending way too much time together. “You’re a cheater, Balsano.” He could perfectly understand him leaving him to go with Luna, she was his girlfriend. The Roller Band, on the other hand, were nice and all but Matteo was HIS best friend. “I will tell Luna you’re cheating on us with the guitarist and his friends.”

Matteo laughed.

The disrespect.

“Luna asked me to get along with her male best friend and his bandmates, something about collaborating with the band in some way, so it’s her fault,” he explained him.

“I can’t believe it, this is betrayal,” he might be exaggerating. To be honest, part of him just wanted to postpone de actual topic of their conversation. “I will have a word or two with the moon girl, she will have to hear me,” he snorted. His friend laughed for a while, and then gave him a pat on his shoulder.

“Don’t change the topic,” he said. “You just admitted that you are falling for Nina.” Gaston sighed, he knew he couldn’t keep his friend from the topic.

“I do.” He wasn’t even going to deny it.

“Then, what are you waiting for? Go and tell her.” Gaston rolled his eyes. As if it was so easy. Matteo spent a solid month after recognizing he liked Luna before leveling up and telling her his lunatic status (it was puns season, best month ever), and now he expects him to go there and tell her? Just like that? “I can’t,” he said. “What if she doesn’t feel the same? What if she likes that guy from the other day? I don’t want to spoil our friendship, it has been hard to get her to open up at me.” He took another drink. “Also…” he sighed. “There’s Felicity.” His hand went back to his hair, messing it.

“What with Felicity?” his friend asked.

“I still like her,” he recognized, with a sight. He thought forgetting the other girl would be easy after she stopped writing him messages, but he still wants her, somehow, he’s still confused and afraid, afraid of never knowing the answer for the questions in his head concerning to the mysterious girl that one night answered his stupid “Hello, stranger” and that one day just didn’t, like she had never existed. Her messages, those he sometimes read, are the only proof he has that she really existed, that he didn’t imagined her.

“Of course you do,” his friend replied, giving him a soft pat on his shoulder. “But, in my humble opinion you should go for the real girl.”

“When has something of yours been humble?” he mocked, and his friend shrugged.

“That’s not the point,” he replied. “The point is that this unknown girl hasn’t done anything to meet you until now, and if you wait too long, maybe you will lose any opportunity with Nina.” Gaston felt the weight of Matteo’s words on his shoulders. “And before you ask: No, I don’t think she is dating that guy. Remember I thought Luna and Simon were a thing? That I didn’t tell her about my feelings because I thought hers belonged to her best friend? Well, I was an idiot who wasted a lot of time, and I don’t want you to make the same mistake. But Nina is a really nice girl, and she is less shy nowadays, so everyone is starting to notice her. And she might not be dating this guy at the moment, but she could someday, or there could be someone else, and you will be here regretting this during your whole life.” He sighed.

“I know, I know...” Gastón hid his face on his hands. “But, how can I tell a girl that I like her, when I still have feelings for someone else?” He asked. “I need to, at least, meet Felicity. I need to know if she is the girl my head imagined, the one I fell for, or if it was a stupid fantasy… that’s the only way I can move on.” He waited for any claim from his friend, but it never came.

His phone notified him about an incoming message, and he looked at the screen. It almost fell off from his hand when he read the name of the sender.

“It’s…” his heartbeat was so fast it could break his ribs. How can such a coincidence exist? A second ago they were talking about her, and now she sends him a message, after days of complete silence. “It’s a message from Felicity,” with shaky hands, he showed the screen of his phone.

#Soy Luna #Gastina #Soy Luna Fanfic #Gastina Fanfic #Nina Simonetti #Gaston Perida #Gaston Battan #Luna Valente #Matteo Balsano #Xavi SL #StrangerFic #Written by me #UniversityAU

[bethgreeneishopeunseen]

What do you mean that you are an Empath?

Before I delve into the metaphysical concept of Empaths, I should clarify the different kinds of empathy. To be honest I’m still pretty new to being an Empath and the related community and research. However, I do know about some of it as the development of empathy often comes up in relation to trauma. How a person experiences empathy can develop and/or change because of trauma and usually does. Anyway, there are two main types of empathy. James Fallon, a neuroscientist and an expert on psychopathic behavior summarizes them as (X):

“Cognitive empathy is the ability to know what other people are feeling, and emotional empathy is the kind where you feel what they’re feeling.” 

Social predators like narcissists and psychopaths tend to develop cognitive empathy as it allows them to blend into society, wear a convincing mask, and identify potential targets and their vulnerabilities. I wish I had known about this type of empathy a few years ago. For so long, I thought my twin brother was an empathetic person. He said that he was, and he acted the part. But in hindsight, he never was. It was all an act. When I’d come to him, drowning in pain because of our parents’ abuse (in particular our father’s), he’d tell me to just get over it. That I had a victim complex. We really are the perfect, fucked-up yin yang twins. He’s darkness, and I’m light. He knows what people feel, and I feel what they feel.

So, neurotypical people have a normal amount of emotional/compassionate empathy. They can pick up on what another person is feeling and want to help. In my AP Psyche class, during our feral children section, empathy was actually listed as one of the two defining traits of humanity. And then there are what I call Empaths with a capital E. These kinds of people have emotional/compassionate empathy to a high degree, a hyper empathy if you will. From what I’ve read, Empathy is something that’s more genetic in nature. Hyper empathy can also stem from trauma, as interpersonal abuse conditions you to your abuser’s moods. My father, and my mother to an extent, was very mercurial. My father was a volatile man who would do things like throw shit at the wall and damage doors. I had to learn from a young age how to read him. So I’m very sensitive to a person’s face, tone, and body language and how they change.  

Anyway, being an Empath means that I feel people’s emotions and their overall energy/aura. It can be very overwhelming. One of the first times I noticed it was when I was catering an event on my campus last year. It was a dinner at the President’s house, so everyone was running around stressed, including myself. But the moment I went downstairs to the employee bathroom, I felt calm. It wasn’t my stress that I was feeling. However, I really became aware of it because of my paranormal experiences last year. I’m in my school’s Paranormal Club, and last year we visited an old restaurant and Gettysburg. The restaurant had some construction dating back to the Revolution, and in the dirt-floor basement we got some EVPs (electronic voice phenomenon; ghost voices). (One of the EVPs was actually an unidentified male voice saying, “No,” to my question of, “Did you die here?”.) In the basement, I suddenly began to think of these Civil War spirits that were reportedly seen, and I grew emotional. I had a knot in my throat and water at the edge of my eyes. It was odd. Then later that month we visited Gettysburg for a weekend. On our first night we went to Sachs Bridge, a place known for its activity. I watched a cigarette re-light itself, felt its cold back end after it eventually went out (as if something cold had held it), and then watched said cigarette move by itself when set on a railing. (And no, there was no wind that night and especially at that moment.) By the riverbank, as we were asking questions to the air (and hopefully ghosts), I began to feel sad emotions out of nowhere, like I had at the restaurant. Feelings of sadness, of yearning. Tears welled up in my eyes and slipped down my face. 

And these excursions were last April. Back then I was still pretty numb and dry-eyed, as I was just starting to heavily process the abuse. After Gettysburg, I talked to @bethgreenewarriorprincess​ and a college friend about it, as I was considering that I was an Empath. The emotions that I had felt on those excursions weren’t mine, I couldn’t trace them to a specific trigger. My friends validated the possibility, especially after I mentioned my mother’s connection to the paranormal. She told me that the women in our family saw things. Her house was haunted by her mother and her uncle, and she would see shadows and figures move out of the corner of her eye. So I inherited my mother’s sensitivity, but mine was different. Rather than seeing I feel.

Overall, Empaths tend to attract toxic people, damaged people, and ghosts. Empaths are known for having a naturally healing aura, and we also like to help others. We’re fixers by nature. Anytime a friend of mine expresses distress I feel the urge to drop everything and jump to their side, to nurture them. Burn-out is a big risk with Empaths, from what I’ve read, and I can believe it.

My empathy has really grown in the last few months. Being abroad really helped to open up that part of myself, which was likely warped and stunted because of my family. Europe’s old architecture tends to affect Empaths as they have more energy because of the history. I would often be overwhelmed in cathedrals, actually, as this reverence and power would wash over me. It helped that my two closest friends that I made in France, @boldly-qo and @teachers-are-nerds, are also Empaths. We supported each other. boldly-qo and I were housemates, and we became French sisters. They have more experience with being an Empath and the paranormal, so they helped me embrace this side of myself.

I had my first personal paranormal experience about a week ago, during finals. I woke up one night at 3 a.m., and I kept hearing a clicking noise in the corner between my window and the door. I remembered that boldly-qo had looked for ghosts earlier that day. I sensed something in the room with me. It wasn’t malevolent, just a presence. The next day, after I mentioned it to boldly-qo, they mentioned seeing an orb. Orbs are common with ghosts as they require the least amount of energy. (Full-body apparitions are actually rare because of the energy that a ghost would need to generate.) The next night, right after I turned out the lights so I could go to bed, my overhead lamp started to flicker. While there had been electricity problems at my host’s throughout the semester, my light had never done that. And the flickering light moved around on the ceiling lamp. I thought that there was a presence in the room, so I got boldly-qo. They also felt something, something non-malevolent and likely female. The room wasn’t cold, but there was a cold energy and I also felt a heavy weight on my shoulders and chest.

boldly-qo had a spirit box app on their phone, and so we used to try and communicate. For socio-historical context, our host’s house was built in the 20s and during the 40s, Nazis lived downstairs. I stayed in Aix-en-Provence, and there was a concentration camp outside of town. From what I’ve gathered, spirit boxes are a relatively new kind of tech in paranormal research. Ryan uses them a lot on Buzzfeed Unsolved. The device/app scans radio frequencies at an extremely fast rate, generating a large amount of static and white noise. It’s so fast that, in theory, any voices heard can’t be human. 

We learned three things while using the spirit box app: The spirit was a woman named something like Milfred (I think Mildred, as my great-grandmother had the same name), she didn’t live in this house, and she didn’t like being there. Grief and sadness overwhelmed me, and I started to cry, outright sobbing at one point. As I told boldly-qo, those emotions weren’t mine. They held me as the feelings ran their course. It felt like Milfred had left. I felt closure.

That night, boldly-qo dreamt that a soldier had killed them and took their family away. I think that we helped a spirit whose family was taken to the camps. Maybe she was drawn to the house of her killer. We know that Milfred was likely drawn to me and my energy – I’m grieving the loss of my family right now. We’re kindred spirits in a way. While I was frightened at first, because there was a presence in my personal space, by the end of the experience I felt empowered. It was beautiful being able to help someone who was suffering, to let a person know that they were seen.

I know that this is a really long and personal post, but I didn’t know how else to answer your question. It’s taken me about a year to internalize this part of myself, and it can be a hard concept to understand if you haven’t lived it. It’s a bit surreal and really connects you to the greater universe, to a sense of spirituality.

#asks #personal #empath #empathy #ghosts

[nickrbockr]

Simon Vs Fan Fic: Chapter 4 - Trust your Gut

I landed early and Leah was there to pick my tired butt up from the trip (I can never sleep on planes). I told her it had to happen in Shady Creek and she was on board with it and that made me feel better. Our first day back was filled with catching up in between first day boring syllabus reviews in classes.

Freshman are forced to live on campus their first year and I had an interesting, but forgettable roommate. I have friends in the theatre department here, but starting sophomore year, Leah and I lived together in a nice (and affordable) apartment. Mom and Dad helped us with the rent, Dad being happy that it was the last year he had to pay. People kept telling us we were crazy to live with a friend, but since we’ve been friends for so long and Leah is…well Leah, who always spoke her mind, we never had any issues.

Luckily for both of us, we are great cooks at exceedingly different aspects. I am a stovetop master and handle dinners and savory breakfasts and Leah is a baking champion and handles sweet breakfasts and lunches. Yin-Yang of food: I wake up to waffles and Leah comes home to stir-fry. It’s a match made in love handles.

Ever since my best friend in the department caught on, Ian would come over from time to time to eat both breakfast and dinner, and we swore lunch because our peanut butter would mysteriously be consumed at a fast rate. Ian’s a diamond in the rough in the sense that is he one of the only straight men in the theatre department. This makes him a perfect ladies man because everyone assumes he’s gay when we go out together, girls talk to us, I tell him ‘Oh, my boyfriend’s calling me,’ and that opens the conversation to his heterosexuality and he leaves me with a wink and a finger gun.  I’d give it the ‘ol Leah exhale if Ian and I hadn’t perfected it so much.

Outside of that aspect of Ian, he’s a great actor and has, on the hateful occasions, defended me against some drunk country boys at the city bars. Leah calls me his ward and Bram found it too funny. It’s not that funny, but Ian is a guy I know I’ll be friends with for the rest of my life.

“Aaaaaaaaayooooooooo Si-Si,” Ian yelled as he busted in the door and bear hugged me.

“Ugh, I regret it giving him a key already,” Leah said, not standing from the dinner table.

“What’s on the menu tonight?”

“Chicken BLT with pesto mayo and rice.”

Ian glanced over at Leah, “The TA checks musta kicked in with a two course meal, Le Burke.”

Leah and I both paid equally for the food, but Leah was the one who did the shopping. Because she loved it. Also, she actually doesn’t mind Ian’s nickname for her because he gives it a French pronunciation. Also, and she’ll never admit this because it’s against everything she believes, but she maaaaaay have a slight crush on him.

“It’s our last year Ian, may as well live it up, right?”

We all ate and caught up from the summer. Leah regaled us of her TA duties by day, and wine-infused studying by summer night, I bragged about Bram & I’s historic Splash Pad attendance since Bram saw my minute abs I formed junior year and wanted to show me off, and Ian explained his summer back in South Dakota camping every weekend with his high school buddies.

“Dude, have you ever seen the stars without light pollution?” Ian asked, in a serious tone.

“Yes, Ian, Si and I have the capability of turning our head up.” Leah said sarcastically.

“Yeah, but when you did, were you within or outside of the yellow light of the city.”

“Come on, Ian, Midwest dudes aren’t the only dudes who can see stars,” I validate. It reminded me of when Bram and I took a trip this summer with Nick & Abby to an AirBnB beach house. All days were spent as a group, but once the sun finally set, it was hard to not sneak into our bedrooms at opposite ends of the house and do what couples do. I try not to tell Leah about too much as she gets mad FOMO (fear of missing out).

“Okay, so you know what that looks like when the sky comes to life and you see the billions of other starts that you normally can’t see and all it took was unplugging and going out on your adventure.”

“But you don’t need just to see stars to feel that way, Ian,” Leah claims.

“Okay Le Burke, fine, but we all have that place we can go that makes us emotionally unpack, and not in the lets talk about our feelings way, but in the I feel less pressure from society and what it expects of me way. Where’s that for you?” Ian points at her.

“My bedroom.” Leah states.

“Your bedroom? Really?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?”

“I dunno, seems trapped to me.” Ian answers, helping himself to the last BLT.

“You’re an extrovert, I’m an introvert, I don’t see a cramped room, I see a space in the entire universe that is built specifically for me and my liking and it relaxes me!”

Ian took a big bite and replied with a mouth full, “You know what, you got a point Le Burke.”

“Enough time around me, you’ll find I always know what I’m talking about.”

“What about you, Simon?” Ian asked.

I hadn’t been listening the conversation. When Ian asked about the place where we can emotionally unpack, all I could think about was that night on the Ferris wheel with soft eyes Bram Greenfeld in his strong arms next to his soccer calves. Though many people were around us, that little carriage built for two felt the most weight lifting experience.

“Si? Earth-to-Si,” Leah said in a robot voice.

“The ring,” I start. “Would it be tacky to get a ring that looks like a ferris wheel?”

“I didn’t take you for the man jewelry type, Si” Ian laughed, taking another bite that was probably a bit too big.

“A ferris wheel would just look like a merry-go-round on its side and I don’t think that’s cute.” Leah replied. “Besides, it would be a statement engagement ring and Bram isn’t really a statement jewelry person.”

“Engagement ring?” Ian muffled out of his mouth. “Are you proposing to Bram?”

“Oh, shit. Yes, Ian, I’m proposing to Bram in January.”

Ian spit out the food onto his plate to the lament of Leah and powered over to me to give me another bear hug.

“Fuck yeah Si! That’s so fuckin’ cool congratulations!”

Ian is obsessed with Bram. On the occasions Bram visited me up here, Ian steals him away so they can talk about soccer. Bram loves it because it’s hard to talk soccer in Baltimore, so I usually have to peel Ian off of Bram. Ian always asks Bram jokingly if he has a sister and Bram always lets him know she’s only five.

He finally let me go and went back to his spit out food and put it back in his mouth to finish.

“Are you fucking serious Ian?!” Leah screamed.

“I don’t want to waste food on such a beautiful evening. We have to celebrate.”

Celebrating turned into shots and beers and the rest of the night we spent talking about the show line up for our senior year and which roles we’d want verses the one we may be assigned. Leah explained her classes and we got into brief sociology based debates. Around one A.M., Ian was asleep on the couch and Leah and I were in my room, head to head, just like in high school.

“So I was thinking and you’re right, I think the ferris wheel ring maybe too much.”

“Maybe a little.” Leah replied in a slight slur. “It could have been worse, you could have suggested an Oreo ring.”

She’s right, unfortunately. We both laughed a drunken laugh.

“Know of any cool ring shops in New Haven?” I ask. “I wanna start looking.”

“Si, don’t rush this. Let the ring find you. The one ring-”

“TO RULE THEM ALL!” We both finish.

“When I brought it up to Dad, he just said ‘do you trust me’ and so I don’t know if he’s helping me or not.” I explain.

“Maybe trust your Dad. You’ll be proposing in Shady C anyway, take a chance on your Jack Spier.”

We both chuckle and talk a few more minutes until Leah goes to bed and I’m left staring at my ceiling. I grabbed my laptop and began some drunken Google searching for engagement ring ideas and of course they’re all the most un-Bram like options.

But…like what could I get Bram that will scream us, but at the same time be elegant and show how much I love him? I am leaning towards no stone…I think Bram and I are simple folk with simple tastes. Bram tastes like…no, focus, get my hand out of my pants.

Should I put the ring in a sleeve of Oreos and have him open it? I mean, it know how tacky it sounds because it’s so tacky, but would Bram like how tacky it is and just think it’s cute? Where is the tipping point!?

Bzzz

Bram I hope you had a good first day! I’m assuming Ian’s passed out already? ;)

And just like that, my ring anxiety began to dissolve.

                                                                                               I did and he is!                                                             For a bro, he’s not much of a drinker

. .. … If you talk about soccer, he’ll drink you under the table. He runs on pure adrenaline when you bring up Argentina.

                                                           You know I tried, and it didn’t work                             I think I’m missing the Bram-factor in my conversation

. .. … I’m missing the Simon-Spier.

                                                           Strange, I thought you had my heart                                         Be sure you don’t lose it, it’s the only one I have

. .. … I keep it in the space mine was because you seem have taken mine.

                                                                                                                 <3              Above is evidence I have yours, show me mine so I know it’s safe

. .. … <3 It isn’t going anywhere. Oh, also, I almost forgot. Mom is going to be in New Haven guest lecturing for the...ugh, Women Sexual Studies Class.

Holy shit, this is perfect. I was going to call her but this is a thousand times better. In person, somehow, seems easier because I can see her reactions. Bram’s Mom and I get along great…I think. She allows me to call her by her first name, Tracy, so that’s a start. I just don’t think we’ve ever really had a chance to talk about anything but Bram, so our relationship is just a little one-note, but think we’re both okay talking about Bram that much.

                        Even after four years, Ms Every Time Including Oral strikes again!                                               That’s great, I’ll call her tomorrow to get the details.                                                                                                 I’ll make her dinner.                                             Remind me, her favorite dish is baked salmon right?

. .. … Yes. Simon, you’re too kind. You don’t even like salmon.

                                                                                               Yeah, but I love you.

. .. … <<33 That’s your big heart, still with me. I love you more.

                                                                                                             Impossible.

I fall asleep and wake up to my alarm and more textual love from Bram. I roll out of bed, shower, and get Ian’s ass up for class. Leah already had an egg bake on the table with a note that said ‘Warm me for a minute in the microwave nerds.’ Ian stuffs an extra large portion in his mouth and straps on his bag. I pull us out the door and we jump into Ian’s beat-up Buick to Acting IV.

At lunch I call Tracy and she let’s me know she’ll be here Thursday night for a full day of lectures on Friday. She sounded excited to be asked to lecture and hopefully a good mood enough to hear me wanting to marry her son.

Tuesday comes and goes (for dinner it was just Leah and me and I made us homemade pizza with a cauliflower crust and actually. Actually it wasn’t half bad. Normal crust is always better, but it wasn’t bad).

Wednesday night Leah and I are in the library, me searching for monologues and she posting up to help the Intro to Sociology class students write a big surprise essay assigned by a notoriously hard professor.

“I hope the sociology professors see the irony in making me slave away helping their students cause they’re too lazy.” Leah scoffs, chewing a big piece of pink bubblegum.

“Isn’t that the gig of a Teacher’s Assistant?” I’m burning through stacks of books I stole from the shelves and have a few to photocopy of already earmarked monologues from actor’s past.

“Be on the right side of history, Simon. I’m supposed to assist the teacher, not the student. I got the salmon, by the way, I pulled it from the freezer this morning.”

I gave her a puppy dog smile and head tilt. “This is why you’re the Queen.”

“Damn straight. Know what you’re going to say?”

“No,” I reply. “But I’ve landed the best people in my life by going in without a plan…pretty much my entire life is that.”

“I’m not here to be your English professor, Google how to set up a works cited page!” Leah shouts at a baby freshman. He runs off and frantically types away at his laptop. “Trust your gut, Si, trust your gut. All of it except the part that thought a ferris wheel ring, though, throw that part in the trash.”

I scanned copies of the chosen monologues to work on and we went home. Abby and Nick Skyped us and we all caught up since leaving each other this summer. We planned trips and talked about classes and how Abby and Nick saw Benedict Cumberbatch walking in New York. I fell asleep that night as a usually do, texting Bram, and woke up Thursday morning to cook Leah and I omelets. The rest of the day flew by because before I knew it I was back at home prepping dinner.

I tidied up the apartment as Leah left to study at the library again. She was worried the students would still be there and ask her for helps so she, honest to God, wore a wig to throw them off. I chuckled as she sashayed out the door. Even though I don’t like to eat salmon, I’m a natural when it comes to cooking it and I had all the food ready as soon as Tracy knocked at the door. We hugged and exchanged kisses on the cheek as she presented a bottle of red wine. Then she flew past me into the kitchen and she checked the salmon.

After a deep inhale, she smiled. “Simon, I must say you know how to season.”

“Practice makes perfect, Tracy.”

We made small talk about her trip up here, which evolved into her career taking off. That quickly transitioned into the points she was covering in her lecture during the classes until we both finished eating, but she saw me playing with remnants of potatoes with my fork.

“So, Simon, what are your plans after college?”

“Oh, you know,” I started. “Bram and I were talking of living in New York for awhile. Professors here have some connections to companies there and if I pay my cards right I can get some steady work right away. Bram said he’d love to write for the New York Times, so it’s a perfect move. He mentioned a professor there is on the staff and wrote him a great letter of recommendation, so that’s exciting. Hoping to focus on having fun this year too before we have to be full-fledged adults.”

“Sure sounds like the planning part of Bram rubbed off on you. He gets that from me, trust me.”

“Yeah, Bram is, the greatest, Tracy. I actually wanted to talk to you about Bram.”

I swallowed hard and set my fork down. I was still formulating the words, so I covered myself quickly and picked up the bottle of wine. I got the nerves I felt right before an audition. This audition, however, I couldn’t afford to screw up.

“Refill?”

Tracy nodded with a raised eyebrow and I topped off her glass.

“Seems you want me a little buzzed for this, Simon.”

The audition started. “Oh, no, no, not buzzed. It is custom to have a drink if you’re celebrating something.”

“Oh? What are celebrating tonight?”

Bram…Bram…Bram. Saying his name calmed my nerves. Picturing his lips and remembering his scent centered me.

“Tracy. I am so madly…deeply…overwhelmingly in love with Abraham. My life has been nothing like I could have imagined it or deserved it and it is because of him. I want to always be with him and, because of that, I wanted to make you aware of my intentions. Tracy, my intentions are to ask your son to marry me and before I do, I wanted to ask for your blessing as his mother.”

Tracy tilted her head in the way Bram does and covered her mouth with her right hand. A loud inhale through her nose told me she had an emotional reaction to the news, and I was hoping it was tears of joy. She dropped her hand and a large smile crossed her face (Bram got his smile from her. Definetely).

“Simon Spier. The fact that you...that you gave my son the courage…that you make my son happy…that you cooked me dinner and asked me…I see the way you look at my son and I see the way my son looks at you and even Elijah and I never looked at each other they way you both do. My goal as a mom was to give Abraham a great life and a better one than mine and it looks like this will be just another strong foundation to that claim.”

Tracy put her hand onto mind and squeezed it.

“Simon, you absolutely have my blessing.”

YES, YES,YES! With tears in both our eyes, we hug each other. I pour the last of the wine between our glasses and we chees to me, to Bram, and to us.

“Thank you, Simon. I know you didn’t have to do this, or ask, and it means a lot to me that you did.” Then she became serious for a minute. “Do you intend on asking my ex-husband?”

Is that…a trick question?! Audition not over.

“Yes,” I start wearily. “I wanted to be sure I can tell Bram both of his parents gave me their blessing. I wanted to be sure that you both know how much I intend to love and care for your son. I’m not sure I can fully explain or find the right metaphors to show to what capacity I care for him, but I will spend the rest of my life trying to perfect it into a simple phrase that, when I figure it out, I will tell you.”

Tracy smiled and burst into a happy, crying laughter.

“Simon, since the moment we met, I never had a doubt that you would marry my son. I’m so happy and excited for both of you.”

A tear dropped down my face. What an enormous compliment from a mother to another about her son. I smiled and went on to explain to her when I was planning on proposing.

“Of course, how perfect! Do you have a ring?”

“Funny story, Tracy. Dad said that he’d help me with that, and I’m going to put my bet that he will deliver. After twenty-one years, he has yet to let me down.”

“Wonderful, I can’t wait to see it.”

“Yes, so I was still arranging how I wanted to propose and one scenario has me doing in front of my parents and you and Elijah.”

“Such an old soul in a young man. Why so formal?”

That’s a good question. Maybe…maybe it’s because Bram and my middle school and high school experience wasn’t conventional. And that maybe there is a comfort in being a part of a conventional process. Plus, it’s respectful and is bound to earn me brownie points with the possible new in-laws.

“I trust my gut, Tracy. My gut told me formal.”

“Trust your gut, Simon. It’s made all sorts of great decisions. But I have one, very important question for you.”

I clear my throat. “Uh, yes, of course.”

“Do we have more wine?”

We laugh and Tracy explains it’s getting late and excuses herself back to her hotel room.

When I check my phone, I have a few missed texts from Bram.

Hey! I hope Mom is going easy on you. Be careful, she will try to judge how you seasoned the fish, but I’m confident you’ll pass. I taught you well. I can see you both eating the food right now and I’m super jealous I can’t be there. Well, not super jealous if Mom talks about her lecture, which she will. Text me when you can! I know you’re being courteous and won’t check your phone while she’s there. I’m so confident in that fact that I’m going to send you a picture.

Below that text was a well-curated picture of Bram’s nether region.

                                                                                                Bram! Scandalous! Though you were right, Tracy just left. We finished a bottle of wine, sorry I got her tipsy! You’re right, she did talk about her lecture, but it’s focused on female anatomy, something we needn’t worry. I love you Bram. I love you so much. And that picture, you better be careful or it may start something.

 . .. … Start something, huh? I’m not afraid. Show me what you got! ;)

You can imagine what the rest of the night turned into.

#Love simon #simonverse #simon vs #svthsa #simon x bram #simon spier #bram greenfeld #gay love #love #love simon fanfiction #love simon fic #my fic

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EXO Chanyeol RoommateAU: A match made in Heaven

You had known Chanyeol since middle school. His elder sister, Yoora, had been like an Unnie to you, mentoring you in public speaking as this was something she was very skilled at and was more than pleased to help you with your wish to become an announcer just like she was.  Once you’d met, it was like you had just found your other half, the yin to your yang, and though you’d never admit it, and neither were he, you both were soulmates. A match made in Heaven. 

After graduation, you both made the decision to move in together off campus for college. You, with your part time job and internship at Yoora’s New Channel, and Chanyeol, with his training at SM Entertainment to become an idol. You both had packed schedules and because of this, you hardly saw one another. Fortunately, you both agreed to meet on your off-weekend from working.  “Oppa!” You called out to him as you stood from your seat at the Cafe you both agreed to meet at to chat and catch up. “Ooh! My favorite Dongsaeng! How are yo-” He stopped abruptly at the sight of the man sitting next you. With his brow furrowed, he asked: “Who’s this?” Pointing in the direction of the guy.

  “Chanyeol, meet my boyfriend, Jungkook. Jungkook, meet my roommate, Par Chanyeol.”  If looks could kill, both Chanyeol and Jungkook would have killed one another just with the piercing stares they each gave to one another. Chanyeol was bigger, but Jungkook held just as much fight and fury as the giant.  “Nice to meet you, finally.” Jungkook smiled softly, while adding about how much you talked his ear off about Chanyeol; Jungkook extended a hand to Chanyeol, which Chanyeol greeted quickly, but clearly with a distaste in his expression.  “Likewise.” And so, your lunch began. You and Chanyeol talked a lot in the beginning, him telling you in as much detail as he could about his work, and school, with you following in suit; even telling him all about how his sister was doing, after learning they didn’t talk much these days.  “So busy, she always tells me!” You laughed with Chanyeol at his sisters words.  “I would agree with her,” Chanyeol began. “I really wish we could do this more often, I’ve missed you lots.” Chanyeol looked at you with care and softly. 

You opened your mouth to speak, but Jungkook was quicker: “Don’t worry, over these past 6 months I’ve been keeper her company.” Chanyeol visibly shook at that comment, but the icing on the cake was Jungkook’s final comment: “Instead of you.”  Your lunch didn’t last much longer after that. Chanyeol just couldn’t handle it, and Jungkook became more and more hostile by the minute.  “Bye Oppa, I’ll see you tonight, at home?”  Chanyeol was relieved to hear you say that, until you added: “And Jungkook will be there too! Later of course. It’s just become so hectic at his place and he’s in desperate need of a good night’s sleep!”  “Oh.” Was all Chanyeol could manage as he then turned and walked away.

                                                --3 hours later--

Chanyeol watched while you busied around the apartment, cleaning and finishing up with putting a homemade casserole into the oven to cook and be ready in time for when Jungkook would arrive.  “Why are you doing so much? I mean, how much does he need?” Chanyeol would complain, upset that you put this much effort into making Jungkook happy than you ever had him. “You don’t eve cook for us like this..” “Chanyeol,” You begin. “Jungkook is not just my boyfriend, but a guest, it’s customary to be as generous in hospitality as possible. You know this.”  After scolding him, you went back to work, this time, picking up around the living room. As you went to the couch, setting it up for sitting, and not sleeping, Chanyeol became confused. “(Y/N), where is Jungkook supposed to sleep?”  When he noticed you pause, he was set off immediately. “Oh hell no! This IS NOT HAPPENING!” “Cha--” “No! He will NOT sleep in your bed!”  “He’s my boyfriend! And it’s my room, I can let anyone be in there with me if I want to!” 

You each screamed at one another for 10 minutes. Like spoiled children arguing over a toy, like best friends demanding for their opinion to be considered right, like a couple.  Finally, you’d had enough. “Why are you so upset about this?!” You yell back at him. “Are you kidding me?!”  Chnyeol shouted. “Are you really that dense?!” 

His arm stopped you from moving down the hall towards your room to set it up for you and Jungkook. “What are you talking about?” You said, quieter than before. “Think, (Y/N), think long and hard about these past 6 months.” 

Then it hit you. 

The flowers, the notes, the breakfasts in the morning. Even the treats at work. At first, you’d assumed it to be Jungkook trying to be sweet in your first could weeks of your relationship, or even Yoora showing you her acceptance an kindness towards you. But now, you knew.  It was Chanyeol the whole time.  Every little “Have a good day!” or “Eat and drink well!” Written on every note was not from who you’d believe it to be, but from him.  “I tried to show it to you in every way I could think of, and since I couldn’t hardly ever be there in person, except when it’s late at night and we’re both exhausted and just want to sleep..” 

You could only look at him in shock. “I didn’t know, I tought.. I mean..”  “I know, I know.” 

“But don’t you see? I can’t let him come into our home.. and especially NOT in MY woman’s bed!”  “Chanyeol, I’ve already promised him, I mean, I can’t just throw six whole months away like that.” “You can’t? Even for me?”  You paused. “I don’t know what to do.”

Chanyeol couldn’t help but laugh at the adorable, and confused look on your face. “How’s about you talk to Jungkook tonight? Then once he leaves, we could..”  Chanyeol’s suggestive face earned him a slap from you. “Hey hey! I only meant cuddle!” You both laughed, and you did as was requested. You couldn’t be with Jungkook anymore, not while an incredible, loving, caring, and sweet man held your heart so tight. 

And so, you both spent the night cuddled on the couch, you crying softly at having to break up with Jungkook the way you did, but happy that Chanyeol was right there. Combining a delicious casserole, ice cream, and a giants cuddles, everything that night was made better. 

You were finally together, and it was like the stars had aligned. 

After Chanyeol fell asleep, you couldn’t help yourself but to text Yoora and tell her the news. Her response made you squeal, waking up Chanyeol in the process. 

“Oh sweetie, I’ve known you two were a match made in Heaven since I introduced you guys in middle school.” 

                                                 THE END

Side note: What’d you guys think of this one? 

XOXO, 

Macy 

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Watch it Burn Down

A Varchie Fic

Warning? Angst and swearing.

AO3 read it all here.

Chapter One;

Chapter Two;

Chapter Three;

Chapter Four:

I know her name; her name is Mia. She had a sports scholarship too and Ronnie didn’t like her from the get go. I remember getting mad about it because sometimes I felt she didn’t give any of my friends a chance; I didn’t have many friends, Juggie stayed in Riverdale and yeah, it was hard to try and move out of Riverdale’s mindset. We grew up small town, I was used to my small group of friends but a new College meant a new life, didn’t it?

Ronnie always had this thing where if she didn’t like someone, she made it blatantly obvious. That’s sort of one of the things I love about Ronnie, she doesn’t fake for no one. Even when she’s being blatantly rude to someone, I could easily pull her over to my side and kiss her a million times. She never melted, but then, I don’t think I wanted her too. Jug would always say something like at least Ronnie is true to herself, and she is. She’s like the yin to my yang, because it doesn’t matter how much someone might rub me up the wrong way, I can’t be rude to anyone. Juggie always said that I was two faced in the best way possible. I didn’t know what the meant until recently. But it’s a respect kind of thing, I can’t disrespect people. Not really.

Not unless they’re my girlfriend who I love with all my heart and soul. I learned that the fucking hard way.

Ronnie was my balance. She’s snarky and snappy and I’m cool and calm. She’s burning, raging fires and I’m just like a warm bath. I’m damp and the novelty kind of wears off after a little while. No one likes a cold bath. No one likes a cheater either.

Before, it used to make me mad how straight forward Veronica is. She could say things that other people wouldn’t even dream of saying out loud. The sort of things that would make peoples heads turn or gasp out loud. Not obnoxious like Cheryl; Ronnie was a whole other level of snark.  Mia was so nice to her, she wanted to get to know her because we shared a lot of classes together. She’d go into Ronnie’s coffee shop and buy coffees from her, tell her that we should all hang out sometime, and ask her how I was enjoying classes. She showed me around campus and taught me where the best places to eat were. She was fun, she had dark hair too. I think maybe I have a thing for dark hair. She smiled a lot and she was easy going and now I look back and I hate her. A whole fucking lot. Jug tells me I shouldn’t. But I do.

It was two drinks, that’s all it took. Two fucking drinks ended me. She took my number, she hit me up. Two more drinks, two days later and we were laughing and the only people at the bar. Ronnie was tired, she started doing later shifts at the coffee shop. And she didn’t care much about my injury, she said we could move back to Riverdale. I wish we did. I wish she had forced me to, then we’d be happy in Riverdale, not lost in nothing. She wanted us to go back to Riverdale, she didn’t care if I had to take over my dad’s business. But I did. Because I was supposed to be way more than Riverdale. I wanted to be more for her too; but mostly, I think it was just for myself.

I was pissed, Ronnie didn’t care about my injury, but Mia did. She told me so many times that I could have been something, Ronnie just wanted me to be happy, she didn’t care about what could have been. Mia wanted to comfort me, she saw how hurt I was; why couldn’t Ronnie?

I don’t know how many drinks we sunk that night. How many laughs turned into stolen glances that night? How many brushes of her hand on my arm happened? Wet lips on my cheeks? I wish I had answered Jug’s calls that night, it could have saved me. He really could have saved me. Turns out that he was calling me to say JB was in town for a weekend and he wanted me to join them, he wanted Ronnie to spend sometime with JB too. JB’s like my little sister and I brushed her off that weekend because I more interested in the feeling that a stranger could give me; fuck the family, I wanted to live in that moment. So instead I sunk right into her, she was quick in the back of car. I remember she moved hot and heavily, her sweat warm on my skin, I smelt like her and I made me sick. I still hopped in my bed, the one I shared with Ronnie and then the next morning, I could still smell her on me as Ronnie tip-toed to kiss me. Her smell was poisonous, but I missed it the next day as I felt guilty in the shower.

I don’t know when the true fuck up started, it was probably when I didn’t just see her that once. It happened twice.

Jug’s already told me that I shouldn’t hate her. And that’s why I don’t talk about her to him because Jug has his head screwed on and I always hate how logical he is. Jug’s always been a lot smarter than me. “It takes two to tango,” he told me. “But it only takes one fuck up to ruin the dance.” I don’t know how he thinks of these things. But he’s smart and he speaks the truth but no one wants to hear the truth, do they?

“You want to hit Pop’s tonight while your dad’s gone?” he asks me. “I don’t feel like cooking and you don’t have your father’s cooking skills…”

I snigger. “A better cook than you,” I mumble. That isn’t true and he knows it.

“Burgers though, dude. I could do with a burger…” he says. But I see his mind ticking. “No shake though.”

“Jug,” I say slowly, not wanting to offend him but we’ve climbed this mountain a few times. “You can’t even go to Pop’s without freaking out…”

“About what?” he asks me, blank faced. He’s avoiding it, he doesn’t want to hear it. No one wants to hear the truth, do they?

“About Betty,” I explain. “You can’t even stand the smell of a vanilla shake let alone go in there, we’ll get something else for dinner.”

“Fine,” he says, “But…” I stop listening… “You’re zoning out on me dude,” Jug says, clicking his fingers. “What’s up?”

Jug’s laying on the couch, feet up and I’m sitting in front of him, on the floor. I feel like wishing my life away but I feel like getting up and running too, I feel like running all the way to Veronica. I just feel like doing something because I feel like we don’t do much anymore. “Nothing,” I lie to him.

He’s not sold on it but he’s too observant to think otherwise anyways. “Where were you last night, huh?”

She’d slammed me against the wall, she ripped at my t-shirt, she fell to her knees, she licked the tip of my length, my head fell back and I hit the wall, I gripped onto her hair. I kissed her a thousand times before she kicked me out of the house again and I forgot my shoes. I was punishing myself even more by continuing to see her, she hated me a little more I think. But she keeps inviting me over and I will never keep away from her. “I went to Ronnie’s,” I tell him honestly.

Jug rolls over on the sofa before sitting up and shaking his head. “Nah you didn’t…”

“I wish I didn’t,” I mumble. “It would have worked out better,” I say, chucking a baseball in the air.

Jug reaches out to grab it and he does it with ease before looking at me in disbelief. “You went to Ronnie’s last night, at eleven. And then what?”

“I went to pick her up from work and drop Cheryl off,” I explain, not meeting his eyes. “And then I took Ronnie home.”

“You didn’t sleep with her, did you?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

I look away from him because I know he can read straight through me. “Is it your business? Be more specific with what you mean by sleep.”

“I didn’t know there needed to be specifications, so now I am thinking the worst of it.”

“I was just running late,” I tell him, lying through my teeth.

“You weren’t home by the time I fell asleep…”

“What are you?” I snap. “My fucking mom?!”

Jug pauses and then throws the ball in the air. “Might as well be with the attitude you’re showing me…”

“Ugh!” I say, turning away from him. I can still feel him glaring at me. He was asking me heaps of questions, ones I couldn’t answer; ones I didn’t want to. He’s been telling me for weeks that what I’m doing isn’t healthy but that was rich because he’s not healthy either. Sitting in my bedroom waiting for Betty? That wasn’t good, was it?

No.

I hate feeling like this towards Juggie. He’s my best friend, it’s always been us two. Even when shit hit the fan, he was there. We’re fifteen years of friendship, right here, laying on this sofa. It was him and I through school, even when I was a complete and utter douchebag, he was there for me. When Grundy rolled around and fucked up that little part of innocence in me, he was there. When he had nowhere to go, it was natural for him to come here. I sat with him through Betty’s leaving. We sat in his car for two whole hours at the Bus Depot. He wouldn’t leave and I wouldn’t leave him. I couldn’t do that. Ronnie bought us dinner, we sat up in the car and steamed the windows but I was there for him, I know he kept his burger wrapper from that day, it’s still in the glove compartment. He jokes and says it’s from the day that Ronnie and I kissed away his tears. I think it’s more a token of how his world ended. Either way, Ronnie was there for him too. And now it’s just a crude reminder to both Jug and I.

When I completely fucking ruined my life, he was on the other end of the phone. I can still hear the shock in his voice when I rung him, begging him to tell me what to do. Jughead is the smartest person I know, I needed him to tell me what to do. To explain everything. I needed him to tell me that I was going to be ok and it was all going to sort itself out and Ronnie was going to come back to me. We never did have that conversation, it didn’t play out like that at all.

“I don’t need your lectures,” I say, folding my arms feeling like a kid. “I’m ok.”

“Archie,” he says carefully and slowly and it sounds just like the way his mom used to talk when she tried to explain things to us. Condescending. “I know you really want her back…”

Before I know it, my voice is rising. “Really want her back? Juggie, I’m fucking dying for this.”

“You need to give her space -”

“Yeah,” I scoff. “Because you’re in the right position to give me relationship advice -”

Jug shoves my shoulder from above me and glares. “At least I didn’t mess around on Betty.”

He’s blank faced as he says it, he doesn’t care how much it hurts. Sometimes that’s the worst thing about Juggie, the fact that he does not care. I’m blank faced too though, he can hurt me over and over and it’s not going to affect me ‘cause I’m kinda used to hurting myself.

I’m trying to ignore the feeling but I’m shit at lying and it does hurt me. “Why would you say that?” I hiss.

“I’m sorry,” he replies quickly. “I didn’t mean it like that, I know I shouldn’t be dishing out advice, but this is deeper than Betty and I. You broke Ronnie’s trust!”

“I see you got that line from her, that’s her favourite one.”

Jug rolls his eyes. “Going back to her, going to Misty Blacks all the time, sleeping with her, it’s only hurting her and making you more confused.”

“I’m not confused,” I snap at him, “I know exactly what’s happening, I know exactly what I did. Why do you even care?!”

“Because!” he says throwing his hands in the air. “Do you honestly think that all of this is helping your case, Arch?” he says, eyes widening. “That playing with Veronica like this is going to make a difference, going to her house is going to make her want to go back? Shit, Archie, you’re a clever boy! Use your damn brain!”

“I don’t have to stay here and listen to you,” I say, standing up, trying to walk away but Jug rushes behind me, grabs my shoulder, spins me around. I look to the floor like a little kid, I feel like one. I feel pathetic.

He can see it, right? That I don’t want to talk about it. That I don’t want to listen. That I don’t want to do this anymore. I could go to Ronnie’s every night and be nothing as long as I can be by her, tell her how sorry I am. Just be with her.

“You’re right, you don’t have to stay here and listen to me. But I’m not going to watch this poison you from the inside out, maybe you need to realise that what you did was wrong and begging doesn’t make things better -

“I KNOW IT WAS WRONG!” I shout at him. “I fucked Mia on OUR BED, Juggie! Not once but twice!” I’m shaking, my head is throbbing and I’m shaking and shaking and the only thing keeping me up is Juggie’s hand on my shoulder.

His lips are a straight line. He’s looking at me like he’s never really seen the real me before which might be true because I don’t know how many things I’ve done in our fifteen years that’ve caused an argument, I haven’t seen him look at me the way he is now. It’s like the colour has drawn out of his skin and his eyes have darkened a little. He’s seeing me for the first time, and I’m nothing but the poison he says is seeping into me. “Arch -”

I laugh, it’s not funny. It’s not funny at all. “Have you ever seen someone who’s supposed to trust you, lose all trust in you? Have you ever seen someone who’s supposed to love you hate you more than anyone else in the world? No? No you haven’t?” I ask, shaking. I can see he is too. He’s waiting  for me. He’s waiting for me to mention Betty. So I do. “You wouldn’t know what that’s like because you haven’t seen Betty, but I bet you, when you do, she’ll look at you like that too!”

I feel sick for saying that, but I can’t take it back now. All I can do is watch Jug’s face contort in pain, I hate it. I despise making him feel like this. But if I’m feeling it, he can too. He can watch it burn down too. “Let it out,” he mumbles. “Come on, tell me how you really feel.”

“I feel fucking sick!” I say, punching the air. “I feel like I’ve got nothing to live for! I feel like it doesn’t matter how good Mia felt when I was with her, I could fuck her a hundred times and it won’t even be close to how I feel when I’m with Veronica! I feel like I can’t breathe when I’m not with her! I feel like everyone thinks I’m this god damn SAINT but I’m nothing! Nothing! I’m nothing! I’m not bigger than Riverdale, Juggie!” I say, slamming my fists on his chest. “You lied when you told me that!”

“I didn’t lie,” he says calmly. And I hate him for being so calm. “You are more than that, you’ve always have been -”

“Stop it!!” I yell. “I’m not bigger than Riverdale, I’m the fucking kid who’s lost everything! I’m not more than this! I’ve done some fucked up shit!” I grip onto his shoulders. “Tell me that this isn’t going to be ok, tell me I’m a fucking idiot, tell me I shouldn’t have fucked Mia in our bed! Tell me the truth for fucking once!”

Jug’s eyes are watering, I can see it, I’m so close to him I can smell tobacco on his clothing and the cheap body spray he uses it. I can feel him shaking too, he’s scared. I don’t know if he is, but he doesn’t feel right. He’s shaken, I know that. He’s got my tears on his shirt. It’s embarrassing and I feel stupid for it. “It’s not going to be ok, not when you feel like this,” he says quietly. “And you’re an idiot for it, you shouldn’t have fucked Mia in your bed – you shouldn’t have fucked her at all. You don’t do that to the ones you love.”

“You don’t leave them either, for no reason. You don’t just leave Betty when she’s supposed to be your sunlight.”

He sniggers, he smiles. There’s nothing to smile about. “I guess neither of us are going to win tonight,” he says, he walks away.

He slams the door in my fucking face.

“JUGHEAD!” I shout. “Don’t walk away from me!”

I’m yelling at nothing, I’m yelling at a door. It feels like I’m repeating time, because I yelled at the door for so long, begging for Veronica to come back. She didn’t. She stayed the fuck away.

Because that’s what I deserve.

I stand outside Ronnie’s mom’s apartment as I ring the bell. The door clicks open and I’m faced with Hermione Lodge, frowning at me. “Hey Hermione,” I say, kicking my feet on the carpet of the hallway. “Is Ronnie home?”

“Veronica,” she says sourly and kind of like she’s correcting me. “Is in her room, Archie.”

“Right,” I say, staring at Hermione hair because I feel like an idiot trying to avoid her eyes. “Do you think…?”

“Think what, Archie? Think you should go home? Yes,” Hermione snaps. “You stink of alcohol,” she says matter-of-factly. “Gin.”

I nod, I put my hands in my pocket and keep nodding. What else can I say? Say sorry to Hermione too? I think about it a little more, maybe that would be a good idea. I could say sorry to her, I could say sorry to Hiram then everyone would know how sorry I am. “Hermione,” I start but she shakes her head.

“Come in, Archie,” she murmurs, “If Ronnie knew you were here and I never let you in, I’d never hear the end of it.”

I follow after her, still kicking my feet along, not looking at anything and following straight to Veronica’s room.

It’s dark, she’s got a candle flickering. Ronnie’s always liked burning candles. Our apartment always smelled so good because she’d have a candle going. Every night after work at the coffee shop, she’d light one and I’d run her a bubble bath and even though our bath was super crappy and I think it had mould in it, she didn’t care. It was just her escape. I think she does a lot of escaping these days.

She doesn’t get up from out of her bed, she has her hair out and she’s reading a book, her glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose. “Archie?” she says.

I’m getting sick of hearing my name, her and Jug repeating my name makes me feel everyone’s trying to demand something of me. Trying to make me that good guy I’m supposed to be. “Hey, Ronnie,” I say weakly. “I’m…”

“Drunk. I can tell, you’ve got the pink-happy cheeks.”

“I’m not happy,” I mumble. “I feel like shit.”

“You’re going to in the morning, that’s for sure.”

I laugh to myself, she watches me like I’m crazy. “I’m gonna be a lot of things in the morning,” I say, laughing again.

“Nursing a headache; you’ve never been able to handle gin,” she says, rolling her eyes.

“I can’t handle a lot of shit.”

“I know you can’t.”

“I think you’re trying to tell me something without saying it,” I stumble on my words. “I want to tell you something; I miss you.”

She frowns at me as I stand in her door way as if I’m waiting for something. Once upon a time, I would have fallen into this bed, wrapped her up in my arms. Wished away a million days so we could just lie together. Now I’m standing in a room she hasn’t even let me in, the most that we are is fucking in her loungeroom. “What are you doing here?” she asks me.

I wish I could lie but I think I can feel tears prickling again. Have you ever seen a man lose everything? That man would look like me. I didn’t want to leave Jug the way I did, but I also didn’t want to stay there with him when he thinks I’m all kinds of bad at the moment. I sniff my almost running nose, I wipe the corner of my eyes, I look to the roof for answers. “Cheryl told me that you didn’t work today.”

She’s barely looking at me, she looks back down to her book. “You’re saying this like you’re pissed you didn’t know that I wasn’t working…”

“I was.”

“Why?” she snaps. “You don’t need to know everything anymore, Archie,” she says a little exasperated. “We’re not together anymore.”

I groan and walk over to the bed, my knees hitting the bottom. I feel it, the familiar feeling of her covers, I can smell her. “I still want to know everything, everything about you,” I say, rubbing my eyes. “I don’t want to not be together!”

“What’s wrong?” she asks, finally a trace of her in her words. I want to wrap myself up in them.

In her.

She’s making me feel better already, even though her eyes are looking at me like I’m a bit crazy, even though she doesn’t drop the book she’s reading, even though she leaves me standing in the door. I drink it in, I think this is the easiest I’ve felt all day. “Jug and I had a fight,” I tell her.

“About what?”

“About you.”

I’m kind of shaking, I’m kind of worried. I kind of don’t even know what I’m doing or if I’m going home. I feel tears break and I think this is the first time I’ve felt like crying in a long time, since the first time I lost her.

“Archie,” she says gently, whipping back her blanket but still sitting there, unsure of what to do.

“I lost you, Ronnie,” I say, still praying to the roof, my hands still in my pocket and my head throbbing. “I lost you, I lost my scholarship, my dad thinks I’m a fuck up, Jug does too – I’ve lost him too!”

Ronnie shakes her head but she pats the bed next to her, I’m plastered to the floor, I can’t move. I can’t go over there, I’ve lost her, I don’t have the right.

She lets me stand. I remember there was a time when I felt like shit, she’d be the one there, pushing me along, getting me to keep fighting but we are both sort of stuck in the moment – the one where we don’t know what to do.

“You’ll never lose Jug,” she whispers. “You’re not that dumb and he’s not that harsh.”

“I lost you!” I snap back.

“I’m just that harsh.”

There’s more silence. We’re watching each other, she’s watching me to see what I’m going to do but I’m watching her too, twice as closely. “No you’re not.”

She wipes both corners of each of her eyes and looks to the ceiling again. “I have to be.”

I do it again, I think about how I’m going to do it. It’s running ten times faster in my dead brain. I’m going to beg again. I slap my hands together and I plead. “Take me back,” I beg. “I’m sorry. I don’t love her! I never had! I’m sorry!” I feel like falling to the ground; I’ve done it before, I can do it again. I need to. I don’t though because the room feels like it’s spinning. “I want to turn back time so I don’t fuck up! Can’t you see?” I say through tears but I can’t see through. “I’m fucked up for this!”

“Archie…” she says weakly but I shake my head, gin sloppy and messy through it.

“Veronica,” I say in a breath. “I can’t do this!” I beg again. “I can’t live without you! I’m dying for this!”

“Come here,” she says, holding out her arms to me. “Stop being so dramatic, Archie.”

I want to argue with her, tell her I’m not being dramatic. But I was. I didn’t care how dramatic I sound right now, I want her to know that it’s killing me – all of this was becoming the end of me. I watch her arms, they don’t fall, she doesn’t pull the blanket back up. She’s all skin and short shorts and arms wide open.

I walk slowly to the bed, my head hanging, my heart racing. This was all too much, this was too much for me. Jug was right, I broke trust but trust’s arms were open for me. I fall into her, my head finds it’s favourite place in the crook of her neck. Her hair was still wet which is weird because Ronnie could never sleep with wet hair. But she’s told me heaps of times now that she’s changed. She’s changed so much, but in the smallest ways possible.

She smells like caramel and roses as I bury myself in the crook of her neck. Her skin is touching me but my arms lay awkward and limp at my sides. She inhales deeply as I pull my knees up her bed. Feeling comfortable. I feel fucking uneasy and safe at the same time. My head rests on her chest, my cheek against her breasts. I can hear her steady heartbeat, I know it sounds fucked up but I almost recognise the familiar rhythm. I know Jug would hate me for thinking something like that. But I do. I think about it all the time. She pulls up the blanket over us both and I kind of just ease into her touching me. I ease into her as she brushes my hair away from my eyes.

“Don’t go,” she whispers against my neck. “You’re going to ok, Archie. It’s not the end of the world.”

“It is,” I say croakily. “It’s the end of mine.”

“Just live in the moment,” she says sweetly. “You’re used to it,” she says sourly.

I lie in her arms. I feel like drifting. I feel like nothing’s changed, we could be in our old apartment right now, lying in each other’s arms, wishing that we didn’t have college and work the next day.

But now, all we have is each other in our cold arms. Knowing that tomorrow, this was all going to end again.

The feeling of guilt comes into me, I have that same weird feeling that I got when I thought about Mia the day after I fucked her. It makes me feel sick, I can taste gin in my mouth. I couldn’t be any closer to Ronnie than I am now, but when will that sick in the gut guilt fade away?

#angsty as shit #varchie #archieronnie #varchie fanfic #varchie fanfiction #riverdale #riverdale fanfic #riverdale fanfiction #archie x veronica #archie andrews #veronica lodge

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Our First and Last (Ch. 3)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10 |

Ch. 11 | Ch. 12 (Final)

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (MAIN) | Park Jimin x Kim Taehyung | Jung Hoseok x Min Yoongi | Kim Namjoon x Kim Seokjin

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Soulmate Au, Scifi

Words: 4K

“He’s a genius”

“I heard he’s the one who uncovered most of the information we know about dimensional universes.”

“He published an book on space-time when he was 23 and got tenured as a professor in the university’s theoretical physics department at age 25.”

“That’s crazy!”

“I also heard he’s still single”

“Gross, you know students can’t…”

You stop listening once the girls began talking about things you weren’t really interested in. You were sitting on a bench by the fountain at your college campus, when you overheard some girls talking about the most famous professor at your university. Could this be the guy Jungkook was talking about? You think to yourself, as you pretend to flip through the pages of your textbook while eavesdropping.

The endless search for this so-called “guy who will tell you everything you need to know” has continued in vain since Jungkook had brought it up the day before he left. It’s been months and you had no luck in this quest to find answers. That is, until now.

You quickly run to the university’s information desk and look up this so-called genius professor in the university staff catalog.

Professor Kim Namjoon

Theoretical Physics Department

Building W-52 Room #701

Office Hours: 6am-6pm

You didn’t even have time to think before found yourself running towards the physics building on the other side of campus. You sprint through the courtyard and over the Stonebridge, crossing the river, before you finally reach the east bank. The buildings were much older there, and their stonewalls were covered in blue-green ivy. It was a quite area, and from what you knew, most students strayed away from majoring in physics these days. Claiming the job outlook was not too good and the thought of being a nerdy professor was unappealing.

You walk through the empty hall. It was quiet, dimly lit, and smelled of old books.

“Can I help you?”

You turn around to see a lady peaking at you above her reading glasses. She exuded a kind aura and you could tell her age was up there from the way her short, curly gray hair shone under the lamplight.

“Um, I’m looking for Professor Kim Namjoon.”

“Oh, he’s in the library on the second floor.”

You politely thank her and walk up the round staircase. The wooden steps would creak ever so often, but you still tried to be as quiet as you could, not wanting to disturb the silence.

The shelves of the library were so tall they looked like they reached all the way up to the high ceiling. The books were thick, the type that you didn’t even bother looking at because you knew you would never have the patience to read through it all, the type that would make your backpack so heavy it could cause chronic back pain and other spinal health issues. You shiver at the thought of having to haul such monstrous things to and from school. No wonder students rarely come here.

The place is empty, completely void of living beings, other than the man sitting at a desk in the center of the room. Must be him.

“Professor Kim Namjoon?”

The man glances up from the book he was absorbed in, his face looking much younger than you had previously imagined. He looks around confused before his eyes locate you standing by the doorway.

“Yes?” He says, taking off his spectacles and signaling for you to approach him.

“Umm, I have some questions about the Yin and Yang dimensions” You say, voice slightly shaky because you didn’t know if this was something he’d be willing tell you about, and you also didn’t know if he was busy doing something actually important and didn’t want to be bothered at this moment.

“Of course, that’s my favorite topic to talk about” His mouth forms a wide smile that put his dimples on display. You feel your previous hesitation dissipate at his positive reaction.

You slowly but steadily begin asking about the cycles. Are they really 100% accurate and if “glitches” were possible, in which Namjoon just chuckles, saying that it depends on how you view accuracy in the scientific world, in other words, do you consider a small error rate to be negligent.

You continue on and finally sum up the courage to bring up Jungkook, once Namjoon has made it clear that he has always strongly believed that glitches are very much real, and that he knows way more than you expected.

“That’s amazing!How do you know all this?” You ask, genuinely curious and in awe of how much information and knowledge the man seems to be able to contain in his brain, after he has explained everything about the Yin-Yang dimensions down to the last detail.

“You’re forgetting I’ve dedicated my life to researching different dimensions of the universe” Namjoon chuckles, grabbing another book from one of the old dusty shelves of the vast library and walking over to his cluttered desk.

“The transition period occurs when you two meet at the same age.” He proceeds to explain. “Meaning, you’re going to have to travel through the portal to meet him, instead of the other way around.”

“That’s in a little over a year” You whisper to yourself. At first you thought it was too soft for Namjoon to hear, but he surprises you by nodding his head knowingly.

“What happens if I don’t?” You ask, out of pure curiosity, cause god knows you wouldn’t be able to resist doing anything you could to see Jungkook. But you were just wondering if changing something so key to the process would alter it entirely.

“Then it all ends” Namjoon says, peaking at you above his glasses. His head was still tilted down at the book as he licks his finger to turn the page.

“You mean… I won’t ever see him again?” You ask, trying to keep your voice steady, but it comes out shaky enough to expose how terrified you were at the thought.

Namjoon sighs and shakes his head. “You won’t even remember such a person even existed.” He says, causing your legs to go numb, and you to almost stumble and fall backwards on the hard wooden floor.

“But what happens on my first and his last meeting?” You ask when you’ve finally regained your balance, remembering that the inevitable day will come, and this is your chance to find out more than you ever could anywhere else.

“The next time he is born and ages up, and you are old and start aging down, it will have been like the glitch never happened as the cycle starts anew, and the thread of time realigns.” Namjoon’s voice is steady and even. He seems to be reading an important passage from the book in front of him as he answers your question. “You’ll forget meeting him in the Yin dimension and he’ll forget meeting you in the Yang dimension, meaning both of you will lose all the traces of the memories you had of each other.”

You want to respond, but your throat has gone dry and the room feels like it’s spinning. You grip the edge of the table and bite your lower lip, trying to stop yourself from falling backwards and just fainting.

“Unless of course, the legend is true,” He says, noticing you haven’t responded after a long silence.

“T-the…. legend?” You croak, barely audible, but the professor’s ears are sharp.

“Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung” He states, matter- of -factly.

“Oh” You say, furrowing your eyebrows and recalling the famous tale.

“Funny thing is, that story is the reason I’m here today.” Namjoon chuckles again. “I was so obsessed after hearing that story as a child that I couldn’t stop thinking about it, which lead to developing a passion for studying universes and researching space-time, and here I am.”

“Were they really lost in the depths of a black hole in the end?” You ask, wondering if that’s the only other option for you as well.

He shakes his head and sighs.

“That’s a simplified version of what happened. But in reality they actually jumped into a wormhole, only to reach another dimension where they could live together happily for a set amount of time, meaning their lives would inevitably end one day. But we don’t know what happens to biological life after organisms die in that other dimension.” Namjoon folds his hands together and pauses before continuing. “According to my research, the most plausible explanation is that their essence just ceases to exist, but the people there believe they either go to a place called “heaven” which is so glorious its inconceivable by imagination or “hell” which is a fiery pit of doom.”

“Complete bliss or unbearable pain. It sounds risky and scary.” You shiver a little as you try to wrap your head around the foreign concept.

“What did he do?” Namjoon suddenly asks.

“Huh?” You lift your head to look at him confused. The professor is looking at you with an unreadable expression.

“On your first his last”

“Oh, he….” You close your eyes and picture the day you first met Jungkook. The memory was fuzzy, and your head almost hurt trying to conjure the time you saw him disappear for the first time from the back of your mind.

Then you see it. Clear as day, sending goose bumps shooting down your spine.

“He jumped into a black hole”

“Sometimes those dreams are so vivid they feel like events that actually happened or something.” You explain to Dr. Kim, your primary psychologist, as he calmly takes note of your every word, writing all the details down in his notebook.

It was only the fourth session you’ve had since entering the clinic, and you’re already finding it much easier to remember the dreams you have at night. Before you sought treatment you would wake up in the morning covered with cold sweat and clammy hands that shook nonstop, not being able to recall a single memory from your dream the night before, even though you knew you dreamt of something because of the lingering intensity of the emotions you would wake up to.

“What is the closest feeling you can describe from those dreams?” Dr. Kim asks, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. His gold brown bangs covering the wrinkling of his forehead.

You take a moment to think. Attempting to find the right word to describe the feeling that has been familiar to you for most of your life.

“Longing” You finally say, feeling a bit vulnerable admitting it so openly.

Dr. Kim nods and jots a few things down in his notebook. Before he’s able to ask the next question, you hear the door open slightly, and someone peak their head in. He was also a young man in his mid-twenties, probably the same age as Dr. Kim, but he had pale pink hair, and was slightly shorter in stature.

“Taehyung!” He says excitedly as he walks in the room. He closes his mouth when he notices you sitting on the leather couch across from Dr. Kim, clearly in the middle of a session.

“Dr. Park, we promise our patients privacy” Dr. Kim, closes his eyes in annoyance as he turns around to give the pink haired doctor a scolding look, but the tone in Dr. Kim’s voice is not harsh, and you can tell they’ve known each other for a long time.

“Sorry, I forgot you were with a patient.” The pink haired doctor says as his cheeks flush a shade similar to his hair color. He begins to slowly back out the room, but your words bring his feathery backward steps to a halt.

“Oh no, it’s completely fine. My session is almost over anyways,” You say, waving at Dr. Park to stay in the room. He hesitates for a second, but ends up beaming at you for being so chill about it, because some patients tend to have explosive tempers.

Dr. Kim sighs. “Please make it quick, Dr. Park” He mutters.

“Eh, why are you being so formal?” Dr. Park says with a smile that makes his eyes disappear into crescent moons. “I’m not used to you not calling me Jiminie,” He says, almost coming out as a whine.

You almost choke on the saliva you were swallowing as you hold back a laugh. Dr. Kim’s cheeks are heating up as he tries to not die of embarrassment. His fingers fidget with the note taking pen he’s holding in his hand, waiting for Dr. Park to just cut to the chase.

“Oh yeah, I came to tell you that we just got a new addition to the clinic. He’s some MD-PhD neurosurgeon going by the name of Dr. Jeon.” Dr. Park says remembering why he burst into the room at such an awkward time.

“A new doctor?” Dr. Kim says utterly confused and surprised at the same time. “But didn’t we make a pact that this clinic would only be run by you and me?” He says, voice rising a little.

“Whoa, Taehyung, calm down, he came as a patient” Dr. Park explains. “I just diagnosed him with depression. He should’ve came in the earlier stages of his condition, but his superiority complex has hindered him from accepting he’s in desperate need of help.”

“Well, what can you expect from an MD-PhD neurosurgeon. They’re geniuses that have been praised all their lives. It’s understandable why he wouldn’t accepted it right away.” Dr. Kim says.

Dr. Park nods and exits the room after apologizing to you one last time for the interruption.

“So where were we?” Dr. Kim says as he turns his attention back to you.

The first and last time you and Jungkook were the same age was on your twentieth birthday.

It was strange because he jumped into the portal the same time you did, your first his last, which lead to the two of you entering the heart of the glitch, the dimension where Yin and Yang collided due to a somewhat minor flaw in the design of the universe.

That was the year the two of you got to spend time in the most beautiful, most complete image of the world. A perfect combination of Yin and Yang, a dimension that transcended time and space and only existed because of that 0.0000001% error in the otherwise near perfect flow of the cycle.

The world wasn’t completely cool toned anymore, and according to Jungkook it wasn’t completely warm toned like the Yang dimension either.

For the first time, you were given the honor to witness what it looked like when the flowers in the field encompassed all the colors of the rainbow from the bright red glow of molten lava to the crystalline blue of an ice palace, and the grass was pure green, unlike the bluish tinged sort of green you’ve known all your life.

The sunlight was warmer than you were used to, but it was reminiscent of the feeling of being in Jungkook’s presence.

There was so much to see and so little time, but that wasn’t going to stop you from making the most of a one-time opportunity.

“Wow, it’s beautiful,” You exclaim as you absorb the magnificent scene of the seaside presented before you. The warm blush of the red beach at sunset meeting the cool blue waves of the aquamarine ocean, sending cool surges of clean air tainted with hints of salt rushing towards your face.

“I can’t believe we actually made it before the sunset” Jungkook says, staring in awe at the swirling pinks, yellows, oranges, lavenders, and blues painted in the sky.

You guys had spent the entire day on the road, riding on trains and hiking through forest-covered hills, hoping to finally reach the threshold where land meets sea.

You’re so excited that you suddenly grab Jungkook’s hand and run towards the cool foamy waves, laughing and feeling more joy than you’ve ever felt in your life. You hear Jungkook’s playful laughter echo behind as he follows your lead. The moment you guys reach the wet sand, you take off your shoes with Jungkook mimicking your actions as well. The ground is cool, damp, and squishy, almost acting like a soothing massage to the sore feet you had been walking on all day.

When the clear water hits the surface of your skin, it sends shivers down your spine. You wiggle your toes in the wet sand, and turn to look at Jungkook, who’s staring at you with an amused expression. His eyes glowing warmly from the glare of the sunset, face wrinkled from the smile spread across his face, and hair blown back from the ocean breeze exposing his smooth forehead.

He walks up behind and back hugs you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist as you rest you head back against his firm chest. The two of you standing ankle deep in the water, mesmerized by the sun lowering itself below the horizon, at the line where the sky meets the sea.

Before you even realize it, another year passes, and this time you find yourself swirling through the dimensionless portal again, on your way to see Jungkook. You have to continuously remind yourself of what Namjoon told you, that you’ve reached the phase where it’s your duty to get back to him since he hasn’t traveled through the portal yet in his timeline.

Put nicely, traveling through a space-time whirlpool was extremely uncomfortable. The spinning made you nauseous, and you felt like you were being pulled in a hundred different directions.

Every cell in your body was screaming in protest but despite that and the constant fear of not knowing when it’s going to stop or where it was actually taking you, knowing you would get to see Jungkook at the end of it, even if it was only for second, gave you the strength to put up with virtually anything.

When the spinning stops, you make a feeble attempt to open your eyes. The sunlight was too bright, too vibrant, almost blinding, and the ground you were sitting on was hot, too hot, causing beads of sweat to emerge from your skin.

“Jungkook?” You call out.

No answer.

You blink a few times to help your eyes adjusts to the brightness.

“Y/N!”

You whip your head around and almost burst into tears when you see the nineteen-year-old run up to you. Oversized white t-shirt and jeans. Classic Jungkook.

“How do you survive in this heat?” You ask, desperately fanning yourself with your hand, but it doesn’t really do much at all.

Jungkook laughs, his youthful appearance was glowing radiantly in the warm-toned environment.

“You look and feel cold though” Jungkook says, ask he playfully pokes you in the arm.

He wasn’t joking. You were sucking in all the heat from the surrounding area because thermal energy moves from high to low. Now you understood why you always felt warm when Jungkook came to visit you in the Yin dimension.

“We could take a walk in the shady forest” Jungkook suggests.

You nod, eager to get out of the burning sunlight.

The forest was overgrown with vegetation, and there was a narrow dirt path that led to a clearing in the middle. You notice the various species of trees that had bark ranging from chestnut brown to almost a sandy yellow. Their leaves were bright green, and the wild flowers scattered amongst the grass were vibrant oranges, yellows, and reds.

It was slightly less hot, but the temperature was still higher than you had ever experienced in the Yin dimension, even in the middle of summer.

“There’s a place I’ve wanted to take you” Jungkook says.

You follow him as he expertly navigates through the overgrowing plants, and helps you step over crooked rocks and fallen trees.

“Sorry about the inconvenient path, but this is the easiest way to get there”

And that’s when it hits you that he’s probably done this many times, too many to even count, just so he could find an easier path to bring you along.

Soon you hear the sound of flowing water and Jungkook turning back to tell you “we’re almost there”. His excitement contained in that same adorable bunny smile.

It wasn’t long before the two of you reach the second clearing, and the rushing waterfall greets you with its fresh scent of nature and musical splash of clear water. You stare at it in awe, soaking in every last detail of the dazzling image, feeling a wave of excitement saturate your body.

“Dr. Jeon Jungkook?” Jimin breathes, as he hastily opens the door to his office, shocked to see the man soaking wet from the rain, looking like he’s going to pass out any moment as he leans against the door pane.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Jungkook huffs as he pushes past Jimin and plops down on the black leather couch, not bothering with any formal greetings.

“Forgot your umbrella?” Jimin asks raising an eyebrow and grinning slightly at the sight of the lean, toned man whose white dress shirt is now clinging to the curves of his chest and shoulders.

“No, I felt the urge to take a shower in my clothes” Jungkook retorts sarcastically, he sounds annoyed, as always.

Jimin sighs. This was the third session with Dr. Jeon, and they still haven’t gotten anywhere. He was resistant, not willing to open up no matter how hard Jimin tried to ease his way into Jungkook’s mind.

“Is this what you get paid to do?” Jungkook asks, staring at Jimin now. Eyes like dark orbs piercing through the soft soul of the pink haired psychologist. “Ask meaningless questions that you already know the answer to?” The sharpness in his voice was evident, and it was clear he was there against his will.

Jimin can feel his own anger and annoyance rise, but he’s had enough years of training to know that Jungkook is just saying these things to hide his vulnerability.

“Well, let’s just get started shall we?” Jimin says, taking a deep breath and sitting down on the couch directly across from Jungkook, ignoring his previous attacking question.

Jungkook doesn’t respond and instead just looks out the window at the pellets of rain splashing against the large glass windows. The storm continued to drown out the view of the city outside, and all that was visible was the mix of blurry gray buildings and distant lights.

“Did you do anything today?” Jimin proceeds to ask, while taking out a pen and notepad.

“If a ten hour extracranial to intracranial arterial bypass counts, then yeah” Jungkook says absentmindedly, still avoiding eye contact with Jimin.

“Did you feel that the procedure was mentally draining or was there any physical fatigue afterwards?” Jimin asks, looking at Jungkook intently.

Jungkook huffs out a mocking laugh. “Look, Dr. Park, I’ve been doing this for years, I think I can handle whatever my jobs requires of me without complaining about feeling….’tired’” He looks down at his hands, dark wet bangs partially covering his eyes. He’s fiddling with his fingers, feeling a slight tremble due to the strained muscles in his wrist.

Jimin nods, already used to this kind of response by Jungkook.

“Are you able to recall any dreams at night?”

Jungkook slowly lifts his head and looks at Jimin, caught off-guard by the sudden change of topic, with no transition, no warning at all. Jimin had never gone as far as to ask anything about his personal life, wanting to ease his way towards Jungkook’s trust by only talking about work related topics, but it wasn’t working and crawling at a snail’s pace was not getting either of them anywhere.

The psychologist stares back, patiently waiting for the neurosurgeon to answer.

“They’re vivid and I can spell out everything to the last detail, except one aspect.” Jungkook says, biting his bottom lip, regretting the words even as they came out of his mouth.

“And what is that?” Jimin proceeds, voice even with no trace of hesitation.

“The person that consistently shows up in every single dream, but I can’t see their face and I don’t know who it is.”

Jungkook stares blankly at the coffee table situated between the two of them, unsure if telling Jimin any of this will even matter. After a long moment of drawn out silence, with nothing but the pitter-patter of the rain echoing past the window, Jungkook’s voice finally cuts through the room once again.

“It’s like I’m reaching out for someone I can’t see.”

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5 On-Campus Interview Fails And 5 OCI Tips For Law Students This Summer

“Work all winter, shine all summer / Ride for your brother / You die for your mother / Keep that sh*t a 100.” — Drake

With the on-campus interviewing (OCI) season right around the corner, I thought this was a perfect time to go into our archives and publish a yin-and-yang type article for this summer’s law firm interviewees.

PART I — OCI FAILS

The first part of this article is taken from a column we published a few years back: 7 Epic Examples Of On-Campus-Interviewing Fails. Here are 5 things you definitely should not do during OCI this summer:

Knock-Knock

A 2L knocks on the door of an interview room when it’s his turn. Instead of waiting, he walks right in. The interviewer and the student being interviewed both look up, shocked. The student says to them, “MY turn,” and just stands there. The interviewer, after getting past the initial shock, asks to have a couple of minutes to finish up the first interview. The student looks at his watch, pauses, and says, “Well… I suppose….”

The Lunchtime Lush

Student goes out to callback lunch with partners and associates. Waiter comes to the table and approaches the student first.

Waiter: “Can I get you something to drink?”

Student: “Yea, I guess . . . I’ll have . . . a . . . vodka redbull.”

-Rest of table looks at him in shock.-

He, again, says, “I’m just kidding!! . . . I’ll just have a long island.”

-awkward laughter at table-

No offer.

The People Person

Interviewer asks inevitable, everyone-is-prepared-for-it question: “What do your consider your weaknesses to be?”

Candidate (stratospheric GPA to offer and little else): “Well, I don’t really like other people very much.”

Job not offered.

“Forget it, Jake, it’s Koreatown.”

I was conducting a callback lunch interview in Los Angeles when the interviewee starts talking about how he can’t stand living in Koreatown because Koreans were so rude and also bad drivers.

I said, “Dude, my last name is Kim. You know I’m Korean, right?” After an uncomfortable ending to the lunch I called HR and told them if they gave this kid an offer I was quitting. Needless to say, no offer for this guy.

Internationally Confused

I was set on working abroad, so I made sure during OCI that I had interviews set up for every firm that indicated it had a foreign office. London, Paris, Hong Kong.

One firm had listed Vienna as one of its offices, but I was so thick that I didn’t realize that it was Vienna, VA (I’m from the West Coast – who ever heard of Vienna, VA?) Of course, my answer to the question “Why are you interested in our firm?” referenced my belief that I could end up working in Austria. That was sure embarrassing.

PART II — OCI TIPS

The second part of this article is taken from a previous column: OCI Is Around The Corner; How Can Law Students Ace The 20-Minute Interview? which is based on a great series of hiring partner Q&As conducted by Vivia Chen, The Careerist’s chief blogger — to reveal what firms are looking for in summer associates. Here are 5 tips from Biglaw hiring partners to ace the interview process:

What impresses you in an interview?

Some of the most memorable interviews have been with people who’ve worked with the Peace Corps or Teach for America or went to graduate school. We’ve had great successes with people for whom law is a second career. — Tom Leatherbury, Vinson & Elkins

Can we talk about memorable interview moments–good and bad?

I’d rather focus on the positive. The positive ones are those who know a lot about our firm and show drive and interest. Anyone who realizes this is a service business gets a lot of points. — Leigh Ryan, Paul Hastings

Ever had a candidate who was great on paper but who blew the interview?

Yes. The ones who were totally unprepared and knew nothing about Skadden. Someone asked us about our T&E practice, which we don’t have. — Steven Glaser, Skadden, Arps, Slate, Meagher & Flom

What turns you off about a candidate during an interview?

If I sense entitlement; if they think they’re better than their colleagues or if they are too focused on themselves. — Gregory Shumaker, Jones Day

How do you figure out [the qualities in a potential new hire] in a 20-minute interview?

We engage in substantive conversations. We ask them about their law review notes or their judicial clerkships. You can gauge a lot from how someone explains what they’ve worked on. — Karen Popp, Sidley & Austin

So there you have it: 5 things you definitely should not do and 5 tips to help you succeed during this OCI Season. If you are curious about what a summer experience at a law firm is like, the Wall Street Journal’s Sara Randazzo wrote an excellent piece covering this: For Summer Law Interns, The Livin’ Is Easy.

If you’re interested in additional tips for this OCI season, be sure to also check out ATL’s past piece by our Anonymous Recruitment Director: 11 Tips For The Biglaw Interview Day.

As thousands of you are approaching OCI, remember it is much better to be prepared than to be embarrassed. I hope that your interviews go swimmingly. But if for some reason they don’t go as planned, ATL is here for you to share your experiences.

Good luck! And please don’t break a leg during a cocktail reception.

Renwei Chung is the Diversity Columnist at Above the Law. You can contact Renwei by email at [email protected], follow him on Twitter (@renweichung), or connect with him on LinkedIn.