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steddie-as-they-come · 7 months

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Steve's pinning his polaroids up on his wall when his new roommate walks in.

Steve's immediate thought is oh, I'm gonna hate this guy.

Shaggy hair, leather jacket, rings glinting off his fingers, electric guitar slung over his back. Hot as hell, but compared to Steve's polos and perfectly coiffed hair, they could not be more different.

The guy looks like he had the same thought. His shoulders slump as he takes in Steve's appearance.

A man comes in behind his roommate, toting a suitcase full of clothes. "Oh, are you Eddie's roommate?" he says to Steve, who shakes himself out of his thoughts.

"Yes, I am." he says politely. "I'm Steve Harrington."

The man sets down the suitcase. "Wayne Munson." he offers, shaking Steve's hand. "I'm Eddie's uncle."

He nudges Eddie forward, who lets out an almost inaudible groan. "Eddie." he says snippily, shaking Steve's hand.

This'll be a fun year, Steve thinks.

They don't talk. Steve didn't think he was going to be best friends with whoever he got saddled with, but he thought they could at least be civil to each other. Their room is split down the middle. Eddie's half is absolutely covered in posters and music and cutouts of magazines. Steve's is...almost as blank as his room back home.

He misses the shitheads.

No one can ever tell them that. They'll get even more insufferable.

Once or twice, when Steve comes back from a class, he'll catch Eddie peering at Steve's pictures, but he’ll jump away before Steve can call him out on it. It's awful. Steve misses Robin.

It takes him a horribly long amount of time to stop flinching awake at every little sound. He'd stored his nailbat under his bed, out of sight of Eddie, but every time someone yells in the hallway or shouts in the room next door, Steve startles awake, already grabbing his bat. Luckily, Eddie sleeps like the dead, because Steve's not sure he'd be able to explain the weapon without breaking his NDA.

It's three A.M., early November, when there's a knock on their door. Steve isn't asleep yet, so he stands and answers it.

Eight people pile in, talking in hushed whispers. They slam into him, knocking him over.

In the middle of the hug, Steve counts his kids. It's Dustin, nestled against his side, then Lucas, El, and Will under his arm, Max draped over his back, Erica leaning into his shoulder, and Mike on the very outskirts of the group. He pulls them all in tighter, and they all yelp and squawk at him.

"Let us go, Steve!" Erica says, annoyed.

"Nope." Steve says. "You came to find me at three in the morning, you can tolerate a hug."

"Shoo, move." another voice says, and all the kids part like the sea. Robin pushes her way through the group and hugs him tightly. "I don't know how you do it." she says to Steve. "Driving all these nerds around, it's exhausting."

He buries his face in her hair. "Missed you, Robbie." he mumbles.

She leans her head against his. "Missed you too, dingus."

Steve pulls back. "You got your license!"

"I did!" Robin jingles her keys happily.

Eddie sits up, and everyone in the room freezes. "Wha's happenin'?" he slurs sleepily. Then he registers all the people in the room. "Whoa, what the fuck?"

Steve stands up, brushing himself off. "I'm sorry, man, I didn't know they were coming." He shoots a glare at the group, who looks appropriately cowed. Minus Dustin. Steve can now see whose idea this was.

Eddie swings out of bed. "No, it's- wait, are these the kids from your polaroids?"

"Yeah," Steve says. "Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Will, El, Max, Erica, and this is my best friend Robin."

"Awww, you have polaroids of us?" Max teases over his shoulder. "That's sweet."

Steve reaches behind him and tussles her hair, shoving her gently. "Shut up, shithead."

"Your room is cool." Mike says. "Not Steve's side. But this part is cool!"

Steve glares at Mike, but Eddie grins big. "Thanks! I'm Eddie Munson." He shakes Mike's hand.

"Is that a DnD poster?" Will says. "That's amazing!"

"It certainly is!" Eddie says. "I used to DM back in high school. Played a bit too."

The nerdier section of the group reacts appropriately, oohing and ahhing, while Max and Erica just roll their eyes and nudge each other.

Steve hesitates. “I know these guys don’t really do anything on Saturday afternoons, and I think they’ve been wanting to start another campaign. Would you mind if they come up, maybe every weekend, and you can…” he doesn’t know enough about DnD “…run a game for them?”

Eddie looks amused. “You mean DM a campaign?”

“Yeah, that.” It’s an olive branch that Steve’s offering.

Eddie takes it. “Well, how can I turn that down? Sheepies of the Harrington flock, how would you like to join a new campaign?”

“I’ll keep the rest of you occupied,” Steve mutters as the guys (and El) start talking excitedly. “Max, Rob, you guys wanna find the closest arcade and set some new high scores?”

“Only one person will be setting high scores.” Max says, gesturing to herself, but she looks excited at the prospect.

Steve lets Eddie and the kids talk for a couple more minutes, then claps his hands. “Okay, it is three in the morning and I have a nine A.M. class tomorrow SO! I have enough blankets for all of you to sleep on the floor if Eddie doesn’t mind-“ Eddie shrugs. “Or Rob can drive you back home.”

Steve looks around and Robin is already in his bed, cuddled up like the blanket hog she is. “Okay, well, sleepover here it is then.”

He whisks out his ungodly amount of throw blankets (courtesy of Joyce’s knitting spree) and the kids get together in their usual movie-night-at-Steve’s cuddle position.

Will’s got his head on Mike’s shoulder, Lucas next to Mike, Max leaning on Lucas, El’s head in Max’s lap and her legs thrown over Dustin’s lap, and Erica with her back against Dustin’s shoulder. Sometimes Robin and Steve are wedged into the pile somewhere, but just as often they’re tangled up under six different blankets across the room, which is why Steve whispers “Scoot over, dumbass,” as he climbs into bed next to Robin.

Eddie watches them assume their positions with an expression of what could be awe on his face. “When I saw those pictures,” he whispered, “I thought they were like your siblings? Or maybe old pictures of your friends. I didn’t think you were a soccer mom.”

Steve glares at him, but unlike earlier in the year, there’s no heat behind it. “Hope you like coparenting then, because these guys need to be watched 24/7 or they’ll run off and start the apocalypse.”

Eddie laughs like it’s a joke. To him it is. He hops back into bed. “Goodnight, weird little family.”

The kids murmur a collective sleepy goodnight, and Steve shuts his eyes.

It’s the most relaxed he’s felt since he moved in.

part two!

#based on the running joke between me and my roommate that my robotics kids are gonna break into my dorm room #one of them just got his license and im now even more worried #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #college au #pre relationship

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tobyisave · 1 month

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girl with the most baffling sense of style you've ever seen

#steven universe #su human au #peridot #su peridot #lapis lazuli #lapidot #my art #fanart #digital #comics #kinda eh #2024 #in my mind this occurs in a college dorm room

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gentil-minou · 8 months

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student council au where wei wuxian ran "as a joke" but won president with lan wangji as his vice president and their shenanigans as wwx uses a sizeable amount of their budget for carnivals and student events and lwj just...lets him

his uncle, the principal, asks him what on earth are you doing and lwj just takes out a research paper that shows the benefits of fun and relaxing activities on student mental health while wwx is shooting a t-shirt canon at the crowd behind them

there's a sofa in the student lounge that wwx uses to take naps and everytime he does his shirt rides up revealing a sliver of skin and lwj has one hand in a tight horny grip as he calculates how much of their budget they can devote to a bunny petting zoo even though the insurance will be a nightmare but wwx really wants one so he will get one.

(at the petting zoo, wwx tells him the bunny petting zoo was a birthday gift for him)

(lwj kisses his big stupid perfect little face)

#i think i'll probably repurpose this into a student activities council au which is extremely niche and personal for me specifically #but oh man i have so many ideas and 90% of them are gonna be from my own college experience #get ready for falling in love while stapling flyers to dorm hallways during office hours #bed sharing because your advisor booked the wrong hotel room at a convention leading to activities that are never spoke about again #planning for weeks on a single event that flops but then the weekly low budget game night is a sucess cause you got jalapeno poppers #all of this has happened to me personally this au is just my college experiences and love sdkjfhdskjghsj #mdzs #mdzs au #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #the untamed #wei wuxian #lan wangji #bushy writing #mdzs fanfiction

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s-c-l-n · 5 months

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college zukka roommates where its 3 am, sokka walks into their dorm and sees zuko playing every version of “please, please, please let me get what i want” with candles light all around his side of the room and notes that say “passing grade” on just about ever surface while zuko is sleeping

(sokka turns around and closes the door to go bother suki into letting him stay in her room for the night)

#college zukka #modern!zuko is a the smiths fan you can’t convince me otherwise !!#zuko only considers in the morning that MAYBE leaving all the candles lit thoughout the night may have been a fire hazard #IK YOU TYPICALLY CANT HAVE CANDLES/OPEN FLAMS OR CERTAIN ELECTRONICS IN COLLEGE DORMS BUT FOR THE SAKE OF THE BIT #they just go to a really obscure college where it can happen #zukka college au #zukka #sclnposting

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danganphobia · 1 month

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Ok college au laishuro where they begin dating - Toshiro sleeps over and Laios lends him one of his oversized hoodies he likes to wear to keep warm during the colder seasons and when he’s cooking breakfast Toshiro comes in the kitchen rubbing his eyes with his hair down and wearing Laios’ sweatshirt that reaches his thighs and Laios just straight up malfunctions and burns their breakfast.

#laishuro #college au laishuro #I would say they have crazy sex afterwards #and Laios just takes Toshiro out his dorm for breakfast instead #gigantic puppy who can’t control himself x the one who tames him #I love this song #laios touden #toshiro nakamoto

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rizzstappen · 9 months

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College Au, I agree that you def should write it 👀👀

Ahh okay I’ve been tinkering with this for a bit! Thank you for this ask Danni!!

This is my first time writing for Maxiel and first time writing rpf in years so please be easy on me 😭 but of course feedback and any questions are welcome!! Inspired by this picture and the tags!!

Sorry for any mistakes! But I don’t think I can look or edit this anymore without going insane 🤪 enjoy!!!

Maxiel College AU where it’s a special day during junior year!

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“C’mon one more DR!” Blake shouted from across the tennis court. The Austin sun beating down on them making the already humid day feel worse than it actually was.

“Yeah, nah mate,” Daniel called back as the three men walked toward the net where they had set their backpacks down to get in a quick tennis match. “Max is waiting for me. I promised I’d be back on time. He says it’s a special day.”

Daniel had been thinking all day about it.

Before leaving for class Max had whispered to Daniel something about a special day. In his sleepy haze all the Aussie could do was hum and try to pull his boyfriend back into the warm duvet covers away from the busy campus outside their window.

Every morning was a routine once the semester began. Max woke at 7 am for his 8 am lecture. Showered. Got dressed. Kissed Daniel before he headed out the door. Daniel, of course, didn’t have class until 1:30. He liked sleeping in and staying up late. Plus he worked at the local bar which meant late night shifts. Max didn’t mind it. They always made sure to leave the afternoons free around dinner time so they could catch up on the day before Max went to play FIFA or do homework and Daniel went to work.

“He said that? You don’t know what the special day is?” Scotty asked with a slight scoff knowing if he forgot a date Chloe would have his head.

Daniel rolled his eyes sliding his backpack onto his shoulders and hiding his sweaty curls under a black and green hat “no he didn’t say what it was. If I ask he might kill me so I’m off to get some flowers on my way home” he nodded hopping the day would reveal itself when he walked in the door.

After saying bye to Blake and Scotty, Daniel headed out to the local flower shop. It was small with a French exchange student behind the counter who flirted way too much with Max in his opinion. The green eyed student recommended a bouquet of roses. Cliche.

Instead Daniel opted for an assortment of red, yellow and white tulips. Like the ones Max spoke about from his home country. Daniel liked to get flowers often wanting to give Max a little piece of home since he couldn’t travel back to Holland often.

The jingle of his key alerted the cats of Daniel’s return to the small apartment. Once inside the cats curled around his ankles and purred against his leg welcoming him back. Daniel leaned down scratching both Jimmy and Sassy behind their ears with whispered ‘hey guys, where’s dad?’ He toed off his shoes by the door before walking towards the living room. Max wasn’t in his usual spot on the worn leather couch Daniel had practically begged Max to bring back after they found it on the side of the road last year.

“Hello?” He called out the crinkle of the cellophane echoing around the tulips in Daniel’s hand.

“Shit” Max’s quiet voice echoed coming from the kitchen. Daniel made his way over seeing Max fussing over…something? His broad shoulders hunched down pulling at the fabric of his black polo that were tucked into his jeans being held up by a black belt.

Max turned holding a tray in his hands with what should’ve been a cake. The white frosting and vanilla bread had clearly turned into a crumbly mess.

“It’s supposed to be a cake, of course, but I think I took the bread out too soon and it was too hot. Of course I just wanted it to be decorated before you got back-“ Max rambled. A grin spread on Daniels lips “a cake for this special day?” He asked trying to real more information out of his boyfriend about this mystery day.

Max raised an eyebrow and nodded “of course why wouldn’t there be a cake?” He says.

Cake. Birthday? No. Anniversary? No. Daniel still couldn’t wrack his brain about what this special day might be.

Max smirked at his boyfriend as he sets the tray down on the linoleum lined kitchen counter “you have no idea what today is huh?”

Shit. He was caught. Max could read him like a book but Daniel wouldn’t admit it of course. “What?! Of course I know what today is. I got you flowers. Tulips” he grinned handing over the bouquet.

Max inspects the flowers. Not as good as the ones from his hometown but he knew it was the thought that counted. Max looked his boyfriend in the eyes a grin on his lips as he speaks “then what is today?”

Daniel looks back for a moment. What other possible date would be important enough for a cake?

A laugh bubbles up from Max “you don’t even know!” he smirked happily moving to get a vase filled with water for his flowers. “Daniel it’s the day we met in class” he spoke over the water running into the green vase “three years ago, of course” he nodded shutting the water off and sliding the flowers into the water before setting them down “it’s called a meet cute. I think” he said before he gestured to the cake sat on the counter “that’s what Victoria called it. She said it would be cute to celebrate it.”

The words ‘happy 3 year meet cute’ scrawled out in red icing against the white frosting in Max’s handwriting

Daniel was stunned.

3 years. He couldn’t believe 3 years had flown by. He remembered walking into his Horticulture 120 lecture and the only spot left was next to Max at the front row. He was sure he’d drop the class. It was an elective after all. But then he turned and saw Max’s eyes. Blue. Like the Maldives. In that moment Daniel knew he had to stay. So he did and clumsily introduced himself. His braces giving him a slight lisp. But it was the best thing he had done. Now he had an apartment and two cats with that same boy. And they were celebrating meeting 3 year later.

Daniel gives his boyfriend a soft look before his own laughter filled the space between them “oh Maxy” he said “that’s adorable really. Thank you” he says admiring the icing work he had attempted winning his finger into the white frosting and licking it off his finger.

“Happy three year meet cute anniversary” he said leaning in kissing Max’s blushing cheeks.

Max smiled turning to look at his boyfriend “happy three year meet cute anniversary” he whispered before planting a kiss on Daniel lips.

#thank you again Danni!!! I hope this meets your expectations!!!#in my head Daniel and max didn’t get together until halfway through the semester while working on a project together #that’s when they find out they live in the same dorm and hang out even more after that #and daniel is a engineering major at first but he switches to photography by this time #max does computer science #of course they go to UT!#and max is there on visa and Blake Scotty and Daniel decided to all just go there because dan loved it #hook ‘em!#and Charles runs the flower shop when he’s in school and flirts shamelessly with all the people who #come in and buy flowers #let me know if you want any more!!!#again I hope this is okay!#maxiel #my fic #asks #onboardsorasora #college au

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doks-aux · 9 months

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Thing is, Henry is in love with Will, too. Just because there are a host of reasons he's able to be more outwardly normal about it (actually having a happy marriage, being further to the middle of the Kinsey scale, tons of willful repression and denial, and subconsciously being assured of Will's feelings for him in return) does not mean he is not down horrendous. If left for too long with this own thoughts, things can and will get weird.

Any time Will demonstrates how much trust he places in Henry, Henry's head fucking spins. It makes him feel so important, so strong, like he wants to build a tower around Will to keep the world away. It frightens him if he dwells on it, so he very much does not, goes out of his way to project every appearance of the opposite, but it's there, and if Will leans on him even a little, it bubbles to the surface. Oh, yes, Papa Bear will protect his little bunny and all his secrets, don't you worry.

#tonight on grown men failing to communicate: henry is also a freak #i need them so fucking weird about each other #mutually destructive obsession #things that could have been avoided with a fifteen minute conversation and awkward lights-off missionary in your college dorm room #probably also fifteen minutes #Henry Emily #William Afton #Willry #Helliam #Five Nights at Freddy's #Rabbit Hearted AU #doc's headcanons #doc's stories #doc's AUs #mildly nsft #at least in the tags

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god-of-this-new-blog · 10 months

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Summa Cum Laude

#death note #lawlight #light yagami #my art #death note fanart #hehe a second drawing for my silly College au #does this look exactly like my dorm room? maybe so. shut up

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star-going-supernova · 5 months

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Speak Softly (And Carry a Baseball Bat)

Gregory, obviously, had never met either of them, but he hated them on sight and only half because of what they’d done to his best friend. They both had that look about them, that I’m better than you look. That I regularly make cashiers cry look. That I’m blessing you with my presence, you disgusting peasant, and you better appreciate it look. Gregory lifted his cup to hide his sharp-toothed smile. He was going to enjoy this.

read it on ao3!

Merry Christmas!! 🎄 This is my present to all of you, even though it's not a holiday story, lol. Hope you're all having a great day, whether you celebrate or not!

#fnaf fic #family is found in the college dorm au #star's stories #life and times of star

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innytoes · 3 months

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Right so these two back to back

Okay so I can explain Why is your arm stuck in the vending machine?

screamed some sort of Peterpatterlina interaction to me.

Living in the oldest dorm building on campus had its perks and downsides. The perks were the gorgeous windows, the grand staircase, and the cheaper costs because apparently word got around the place was haunted and not everyone wanted to live there. The downsides were the shitty water pressure and how whenever the heating came on, the pipes creaked ominously for like fifteen minutes.

Julie wasn't sure where the himbos from down the hall fell into the pro/con list. On the one hand, as she and Flynn had discussed, they made for great eye candy. Especially the guy who was allergic to sleeves. Though that time the cute one with the dark hair forgot a change of clothes and had to walk back from the bathrooms in just his towel had been a great day. On the other hand, they brought so much chaos with them.

Case in point...

"Okay so I can explain," said one of the himbos.

"Why is your arm stuck in the vending machine?" Julie asked, even though she had a feeling the answer was just going to make her despair. These particular vending machines were stuck in a weird, quiet corner of the building, where the lights above always seemed a little broken. But they had the best snacks.

The guy made a sad little noise, thunking his head against the glass. He was sprawled out on the floor, his arm shoved into the opening of the vending machine up to his shoulder. "Tried to get my Twix and then my bracelet got stuck on one of the metal spiral thingies."

Julie crouched down and noticed that indeed, there was a metal bracelet hooked over part of the vending machine. "Ouch."

"The only thing that hurts is my pride," the guy shrugged, or tried to. "And my stomach. I really wanted that Twix."

The Twix was stuck several inches above where his hand was, and Julie wasn't sure how a math major had ever thought he could reach that far.

"Okay Reggie so I couldn't find a screw driver but Willie let me borrow his pocket knife and..." Sleeveless Himbo came skidding around the corner with a (thankfully closed) pocket knife and, more alarmingly, a big hammer.

"Please tell me your Plan B is not to break the glass," she said. Sleeveless Himbo paused, then hid the hammer behind his back.

"Of course not," he said, entirely unconvincingly.

"Oh stuck vending machine Twix we're really in it now," Reggie said behind them, staring up woefully at his treat.

"What even are you going to try and unscrew?" Julie asked, looking over the front of the machine. She couldn't see any obvious screw-holes or screws.

"Uuum," Sleeveless Himbo said. "I hadn't gotten that far yet."

Julie huffed a breath. She didn't want them to take away the vending machine with her favourite gummy snacks because some idiot - some cute, dreamy idiot, but still - broke it with a hammer. "Stay here. Do not break the glass before I get back," she warned, waving a finger between the two of them.

"Yes boss," Sleeveless said, and she hurried back to her room.

"Flynn, I need to borrow a knitting needle," she said. Flynn looked up from where she was flopped on the bed reading. "Longest one you have."

"Will I get it back without blood on it?" she asked suspiciously. "Because I have too much homework to help you bury a body in the woods."

"You will get it back without blood on it," she promised, then paused. "Probably. But no body burying either way."

Flynn stared at her for a moment before rifling through a basket she pulled out from under her bed. "Okay."

When she got back, Sleeveless Himbo was looking over the vending machine, probably for places to unscrew, while the other himbo, Reggie, was just woefully staring at his Twix.

"Okay, stand back," Julie said. She pushed up her sleeves, taking off her own bracelets just in case, and then shoved her arm with the knitting needle into the vending machine. With a little finagling, she managed to push Reggie's bracelet up just a little, unhooking it from the spiral.

"Freedom!" Reggie cheered, pulling his arm out. Julie did as well, relieved. "Thank you, my knight with shiny knitting needle."

"Julie's fine," she said, amused.

"I'm Reggie!" The guy beamed, smiling a smile so bright it made up for the broken lights above. "This is Luke."

"Thank you," Luke said.

"So um, could we borrow that to..." Reggie started, pointing at the knitting needle. Julie yanked it close.

"Absolutely not," she said. They looked dejected, like two kicked puppies, and she grabbed a dollar from her pocket. She'd actually been craving something else, but she pressed the Twix button, and they watched with bated breath as the second Twix knocked the first one down.

"YES!" Reggie shouted, doing a little victory dance, spinning her in his enthusiasm. She laughed and let herself be twirled, until she collided against a very nice, muscular chest.

"How can we repay you?" Luke asked, his eyes twinkling.

"Got another dollar?" she asked, grinning.

And if maybe she didn't make it back to her room for an hour or two, well, Flynn forgave her when she returned her knitting needle without blood on it and shared the tea.

#julie and the phantoms #college au #fanfic #juliexlukexreggie #I wrote a thing #Carlos was so stoked Julie was in the Haunted building and then so disappointed when she did not report anything mysterious #why does Willie have a giant hammer in his dorm room? don't ask #Flynn is the best BFF but also please murder people when she's not busy Jules

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midnightfire830 · 1 year

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“A Rocky First Encounter…”

Yeeeaaaahhhh… cups’ an ass in the College Dorm AU…

👉🏻👈🏻

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hyuge · 5 months

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Japanese Rose

It started with a single yellow petal—small, delicate, virtually unnoticeable. One petal became two, then three, then four. Meguru brushed it off at first. He had heard the warnings about how it was dangerous to ignore the flowers that bloomed, but he didn’t think it was necessary to worry. He knew the source of the flowers. He had identified the genus, Kerria japonica, after looking up the petals online. They said it was bad to wait, but he had never met anyone that had suffered from the disease before. Could one count it as suffering when it was a confirmation of his love? It was beautiful, much like the yellow petals. They sort of looked like Sakura but instead of growing on trees, they grew in bushes. That made sense. All his life he had been on the ground with the dirt and the weeds, never one to be held in high praise and tower over others like a mighty tree.

Kerria japonica grew on mountain slopes and often scrambled over other vegetation and rocks. That made sense too. Meguru thought his love might seem suffocating. His feelings were grand, too big for the recipient to handle. It would weigh them down, snuff out the light in their eyes, so he kept his lips sealed. He zipped his mouth shut like a body bag headed for the morgue. His love may be grand and suffocating but he loved that he loved. Meguru kept every single flower he coughed up. When the old ones dried, he pressed them into bookmarks. He covered the pages of his journal. He filled shadow boxes with every loose petal. The ones that had droplets of blood were his favorite. They showed the depth of his love. The slowly growing vines that twisted in his lungs were monstrous. He had a monster in him, and he welcomed it with open arms.

Meguru didn’t want to completely keep his love to himself. He wanted to shower the source of his affection in his love, even if it might be suffocating. He started to anonymously share his love with his classmate and dorm neighbor, Isagi Yoichi. Meguru didn’t want to startle Isagi. He had to go about it strategically otherwise Isagi might not understand the monster that dwelled within him. He slipped one of the bookmarks pressed with dried yellow flower petals under Isagi’s door and waited. He smiled when Isagi noticed it. Isagi looked down the hall, left, then right, then waved the bookmark in the air. “Did anyone drop this?”

No response. Isagi took it into his room.

Meguru repeated the action a week later. Yet another bookmark was left tucked under Isagi’s door. His blue eyes widened in surprise to see a near identical bookmark. He tried again, but still no one claimed it. Again, he took it into his dorm. Meguru knocked on the door and cocked his head when Isagi answered. “Everything okay, Isagi?” His yellow eyes glinted with a hint of understanding.

Isagi nodded and opened his door to allow Meguru to step inside. “Yeah. I’m good. How are you, Bachira?”

The small talk was trivial, but Meguru felt a flutter in his chest, and he knew more flower petals were on their way. He spied the matching bookmarks on Isagi’s desk, and his cheeks warmed with satisfaction. Isagi kept them. He could have thrown Meguru’s love away but he didn’t. He left shortly after. He had to hurry to his room to cough up more petals. Meguru coughed into a basket, catching each petal as it fell from his lips like the confession he refused to spill. There were more now. They didn’t come out as one or two. It was usually ten or twenty, maybe more.

Bachira Meguru loved Isagi Yoichi, and the depth of his love grew every day. It twisted and coiled within his lungs. Some days it was hard to breathe but he powered through it. Meguru did not want to leave Isagi’s side. He skipped along as they crossed campus to their literature class. Meguru spun from a streetlamp that lined the sidewalk, holding the palm of his hand against the smooth metal surface, his face but a few inches from Isagi’s. Isagi’s eyes widened at the proximity.

“Bachira?”

Meguru smiled. He loved the sound of his name on Isagi’s pretty lips. He’d like to press his own against them—feel the warmth, taste his tongue, maybe share petals that spew out of his own mouth and let them fall into Isagi’s. Meguru believed Isagi had a monster in him too, they just weren’t the same. If they were, Isagi would understand him without Meguru having to explain it.

“I’m looking forward to class,” said Meguru. Then, he let go of the lamppost and skipped the rest of the way to the literature building, leaving Isagi to trail after him.

Meguru knew he should take things more seriously. Hanahaki was not a disease to be trifled with, but he wasn’t concerned. Even with the petals turned into whole flower blossoms, he still wasn’t concerned. The flowers were pretty. The coughing was painful, but it was worth it. He received these beautiful yellow flowers in exchange for a coughing fit. Just like the petals, he kept every single one.

It hurt to breathe now thanks to the vines. Meguru was more lethargic since he couldn’t get air in his lungs as easily. He would have to stop to catch his breath when walking or lay down in his room for long stretches of time. Everyone took notice, Isagi especially.

“Bachira, what’s going on with you?” Isagi leaned over Meguru as he laid in his dorm bed. Meguru waved him off.

“I’m fine, Isagi. Class has just been hard lately.” Meguru rolled onto his side. His chest ached and he could feel another coughing fit coming on. “I’ll be fine. You go on without me. I just want to rest.”

Isagi hesitated before saying goodbye and leaving Meguru alone. It was fine. He just had to get through the coughing. Just the fact that Isagi cared about his well-being was enough to put a smile on Meguru’s face. The flowers bloomed from his mouth with each cough that wracked his body. They were bright, yellow, bloody, and beautiful.

“The monster loves Isagi,” Meguru muttered to himself before falling asleep.

Things only seemed to progress from that point on. It was impossible to hide the coughing, though Meguru did everything he could to keep the flowers and petals from being visible. He would shove fistfuls of flowers into his jean pockets and the inside of his backpack. Anywhere he could stash them on his person, he would. It worked fine, until one afternoon when he had a coughing fit so bad that he blacked out. When he came to, he was laid out on a cot in the campus infirmary. Isagi sat beside him with a worried look etched in his brows.

“Bachira Meguru, I knew you would go it alone in the end, but I never expected this.” Isagi held up a fistful of yellow flowers. The Kerria japonica looked beautiful balanced in the palm of his hand.

Meguru tried to speak but his throat hurt too much. It was raw, he could taste blood on his tongue, and his lips were painfully cracked.

“Don’t speak.” Isagi dropped the flowers onto the bed beside Meguru, then pulled a bottle of water out of his bag and unscrewed the lid. He held it out for Meguru to sip on, then sighed. “I recognize these,” he said. Isagi reached into his bag again. Two bookmarks with yellow flower petals were in his other hand. “I thought they were strange, but I couldn’t bring myself to throw them out. They were handmade, after all. You have Hanahaki and you didn’t say anything.” Isagi studied the bookmarks intently, then flicked his gaze to the pile of flowers on the bed. “It’s me, isn’t it?”

There was no denying it now. He already knew the truth. Meguru nodded his head, his throat still too raw to speak.

“Well… That’s a relief.”

Meguru cocked a brow and tilted his head to the side. Why would it be a relief that the source of his Hanahaki Disease was Isagi? He didn’t have to wait long for an answer. Isagi dropped the bookmarks, he set the water aside, and rested one hand on the mattress of the cot as he leaned in. His warm lips pressed against Meguru’s and his dark eyelashes fluttered shut. Meguru sat stark still, surprised by the action, then let himself melt into the kiss. It was over far too quickly.

“Bachira Meguru,” said Isagi as he leaned back, “I’m in love with you.”

Oh. That was a relief then. Meguru felt the coiling pain in his chest slacken. The vines that had crept up his lungs and into his throat quickly receded, leaving a rush of air in its place. He could breathe, and then he couldn’t. He coughed violently. It was more painful than any other coughing fit he had ever felt before. All the air was sucked out of his lungs as he gasped, choked, and wheezed. Finally, he felt something creep up the length of his esophagus. With one last cough, a long stem with dozens of flowers fell onto his lap. His throat hurt, but his lungs felt free for the first time in months.

“I guess the monster is no longer inside of me,” he mused. Meguru’s throat was hoarse, and it hurt to speak, but the words bubbled out of him with ease. He stared at the flowers in his lap. His monster was gone, but his feelings remained. There was an emptiness inside him now, like the loss of a close friend. Meguru turned to Isagi with a bittersweet smile. “Thank you for freeing me from my monster, though I’m sad to see it go.”

Isagi shook his head, not sure what to make of the scene. He reached for Meguru’s hand and held it between both of his own, then sighed. “Bachira, what am I going to do with you?”

“Date me?” asked Meguru.

Isagi nodded. “Yeah. I’m definitely going to do that.”

This fic is part of the Blue Lock Secret Santa Exchange. My gift to @aristarr. I hope you enjoy.

You can also read it on AO3.

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