#i have an assignment due Friday morning one due friday night an assignment due sunday night a quiz due sunday night and assignment due mon

[mkscatgirl]

I have so many things going on I am so stressed and anxious and unable to process the passing of time

#like there is SO MUCH happening and so much due soon and ive had no time for any of it and AAAHHHHH #also wowie its super late already!!! its basically thursday!!!! wowie!!! time!!!! #i have an assignment due Friday morning one due friday night an assignment due sunday night a quiz due sunday night and assignment due mon #monday night and a workshop tomorrow afternoon an event all evening a meeting friday afternoon AND a party monday night #also i have had barely anytime to work on ANY assignment because ive had midterms and workshops all week #im going to SCREAM #whatever i get to see friends at all these events and meetings so at least thats fun #whatever its fine im fine its fine

[simping4villains]

Here’s part 6 of my Shigaraki fic “Losing Streak” which is cross-posted on ao3 and wattpad!

Warning: Sexual Content/Non-con Elements

You didn't hear from Shigaraki at all on Saturday, or before your game on Sunday. You hoped this meant that maybe he'd changed his mind about the whole situation. Maybe he felt embarrassed about the way he'd acted and hoped that the two of you could pretend it had never happened and just go back to the way things were before that night at the pub.

   That was what you hoped at least, but you were met with disappointment as you checked your phone in the locker room.

Shigaraki: "You left your bag here."

You: "Yeah, sorry. I left in kind of a rush."

   You refrained from pointing out that it was his fault.

Shigaraki: "What are you doing right now? Come over."

You: "I can't. I have a game."

Shigaraki: "Skip it."

You: "I'm literally about to step out onto the field."

Shigaraki: "Fine, but you owe me for making me wait. Come over once you're done."

You: "Fine."

   You played like shit. You were too distracted thinking about Shigaraki and what horrors he might have prepared for you that night.

   "Hey, are you alright?" Jin asked as the two of you walked back onto the field after halftime.

   She could always read you. It was annoying when you didn't want to tell her what was going on.

   "Yeah, I'm alright."

   "Really? You seem distracted. It's making you play like shit."

   "I'm good, Jin."

   You popped your mouth guard back in, effectively ending the conversation before taking your spot on the field.

   You'd been losing at the end of the first period, but by the end of the game the other team had completely decimated you. You were already in a shitty mood when you got back to the locker room. You didn't think it could get much worse, but, of course, misery always seemed to find a way to persist.

   "Is that a hickey on your neck?"

   You turned to Hana with wide eyes. "What?"

   Akiko perked up, bouncing over to the two of you. "Oh my gosh, it is! Y/n, you really were going to meet a guy the other night, weren't you?"

   You felt so stupid. You'd completely forgotten about the hickey Shigaraki had given you. You wished you'd made some sort of attempt to hide it. "No, I told you, I was just going to study wi—"

   "Studying on a Friday night?" Hana scoffed. "We should've seen through that excuse."

   "So who's the lucky guy?" Akiko asked, tugging on your arm.

   At least you could be thankful that they hadn't put the pieces together yet.

   Jin laughed as she joined the three of you. "It's no one, guys. That's not a hickey."

   Hana cocked an eyebrow. "It's not?"

   "No, she had major bedhead this morning and asked to borrow my straighter. That's probably just a burn. Right, Y/n?"

   "Yeah," you laughed. Thank god for Jin. "Come on, you guys know I don't have time to waste on men right now."

   "Hey, men are not a waste of time!" Akiko argued.

   "Speaking of," Hana said, slinging her bag over her shoulder, "you guys wanna come watch the boys game with me?"

   "Of course," Akiko beamed.

   "Sorry," you replied, "i've got a huge assignment due for stats tomorrow."

   "Yeah, and i've been putting off a paper for English," Jin told her.

   Hana shrugged. "That's fine. We'll catch up with you guys later."

   You and Jin left the clubhouse together. As you were walking back to your house you checked your phone. Unsurprisingly, you had multiple messages from Shigaraki.

Shigaraki: "How long do soccer games usually last, anyway?"

Shigaraki: "Are you done yet?"

Shigaraki: "This is getting ridiculous. . ."

   You sighed and slid up on the keyboard to text him back

You: "Just now leaving. Be there in 20."

   "Everything okay?" Jin asked. You turned to realize she'd been watching you. Her brows were knit in concern. "Just seems like something's stressing you out."

   "Oh, I mean yeah, but it's fine."

   "Is it them?"

   "Who?"

   "Whoever gave you that hickey."

   You bit your cheek. It made her laugh.

   "So that's a yes, then? You can tell me about it if you want. You know I won't judge."

   She was being sincere. Out of the girls you shared the house with, you always felt closest to Jin. The two of you just seemed to have the most in common. You were both a couple of introverts who preferred to spend a Saturday night on the couch watching movies rather than out at a house party. Of course, that didn't stop the two of you from being dragged along every weekend by Hana and Akiko.

   You hadn't intended to tell anyone about the situation with Shigaraki, but if you were to it would probably be Jin. Just. . . not yet. Not all of it, at least.

   "Yeah, it's him. He wants me to come over."

   "And you're upset about that?"

   "I don't really want to."

   "Why not?"

   You couldn't tell her the real reason—that he was blackmailing you, or that he was a creep, or that you hated him—without having to explain the photos. You knew she'd try to convince you to report him, and that was a sure-fire way to get him to hit the destruct button and ruin your life.

   "I'm just burnt out. We had a game today and i've got work to do and i'm worried about getting everything done."

   It wasn't technically lying. Everything you'd said was true.

   She shrugged. "Then take a raincheck."

   "I can't."

   "Can't?"

   "I have to stop by anyway for my bag."

   "And that can't be it?"

   "It's not that easy with him."

   She gave you a playful shove. "Man, I didn't think you were the type to get like this over a guy. Has Akiko been rubbing off on you that much?"

   You chuckled awkwardly. "Yeah, I guess maybe she has."

   "Well, i'm happy for you, but don't keep showing up with more hickeys if you wanna keep it under wraps. I don't know how many more times that burn excuse will work."

   "I'll try not to."

   The two of you parted ways—her heading home and you heading back to Shigaraki's apartment. It was his roommate who opened the door again. "Y/n? I didn't think you'd come back."

   "Why's that?" you asked.

   "Uh. . . I could sort of hear the yelling the other night. I swear I didn't mean to listen in or anything!"

   "Don't worry about it," you said, though you were a little embarrassed that he'd heard everything. You wondered how much of your situation he knew about.

   You let yourself into Shigaraki's room again. Just like last time, he was sitting alone in the dark, gaming. You hadn't noticed before, but he had blankets tacked over his windows to block out the light.

   "You're late again," you scolded.

   He huffed, not looking away from the screen. "You're one to talk. You kept me waiting all day."

   "I had a game."

   "That's not a good enough excuse."

   "Whatever." You grabbed your bag off of his floor, slinging it over your shoulder before turning to leave. "Later."

   You heard a shuffle behind you. "Hey!"

   He'd crossed the room faster than you thought possible, grabbing hold of your wrist to stop you in your tracks and spin you toward him.

   "Where the hell do you think you're going?" He hissed.

   "You're busy. I have stuff to do."

   "You do whatever I tell you to."

   "So i'm supposed to skip my homework and fail my classes just because you didn't explicitly tell me not to?"

   His brow furrowed in irritation. "Don't be a smart ass."

   "See, I don't know if that's a direct order or—"

   He slammed you against the door by your throat. That definitely shut you up.

   "Are you trying to piss me off?"

   There was a spark of rage threatening to ignite behind his eyes. Now that he was this close you could see the fresh scratch marks on his neck. You wondered how much it would take for him to snap like he had the other day, and worried you might be dangerously close to that point.

   "No," you whispered, trying to keep your tone even so he wouldn't somehow misinterpret it and have an excuse to explode. "I'm sorry."

   His lips met yours, coarse and bruising. You squirmed under his touch, trying to push him away.

   "Quit fighting," he snapped as you broke apart.

   "You're being too rough," you retorted.

   "You want me to be more gentle?" His hand moved from your throat to cup your jaw. "Earn it."

   You knew what he wanted. He wanted you to submit to him—to let him do whatever he wanted without so much as an ounce of protest. More than that, he wanted you to pretend that you actually liked it all. You wanted to tell him to go to hell, but you weren't known as the kind of girl who swore, and you wouldn't let even Tomura Shigaraki change that about you. And, of course, there was still the matter of the photos. You couldn't treat him the way he really deserved until you knew they'd been deleted. Then you'd give him a piece of your mind. But, for now, you'd have to bite your tongue.

   "What can I do?" You asked him.

   He let go of you and took a step back as if to better assess what course of action he should take. "Drop your bag. You aren't going anywhere for awhile."

   You did as he said, putting it off to the side. "Now what?"

   Yes, that was the question indeed. After the way the other night had blown up in his face, he'd decided he needed to better plan your meetings. When he'd lost his temper he was ready to take everything he wanted from you, but the more he thought about it the more he realized that that wasn't what he really wanted. No, despite the situation the two of you were in, he hoped that you would actually want him. He hoped you would beg for him to take you, to use you however he pleased. So, he couldn't rush into it.

   "Your pants next."

   You obeyed, pulling your joggers down your legs and dropping them to the floor without much fanfare. Once they were off, he closed the distance between the two of you again, kissing you much softer than before—your reward for listening. His hands found their way to your hips, absentmindedly running up to your waist and back down again, letting his long fingers dip under the material at the sides of your underwear. His feather-light touch ghosting along your skin brought you back to the other day, causing you to feel hot with embarrassment as you remembered coming on those same fingers.

   He pressed his palm onto the small of your back to pull you closer to him. You let out a small gasp in response and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth. You almost gagged at the sudden intrusion. His other hand dipped lower, stopping between your legs to rub slow circles over your core.

   You groaned in protest.

   "What now?" He asked, breaking the kiss to glare at you.

   "Do you have to?"

   "Do I have to what?"

   "Touch me like that."

   "I guess not." To your surprise, he actually stopped. He hummed as he looked you over, finally making up his mind. "But you do."

   "What?"

   "You have to touch yourself like that. It's what I want."

   You didn't understand the reasoning for his request. Wasn't he just blackmailing you to get his rocks off?

   "Why?"

   He cupped your jaw, ghosting his lips over yours. "I want to know what you like best, what makes you feels good. I want to watch you squirm."

   God, he really knew how to make you feel sick to your stomach. The thought of touching yourself in front of him made you want to die. For a moment, you wondered if having everyone on campus see your nudes could really be that much worse.

   But, then again, what would your roommates think of you when they saw them? Your team. . . your crush?

   So, you spread yourself out on his disgusting bed, leaning back on the pillows to try to get comfortable. He settled into his desk chair at the end of the bed, his vermillion irises burning with anticipation. You wished he wouldn't look at you so intensely.

   "What are you waiting for?" He asked after a minute or so of the two of you just sitting there and staring at each other.

   You slid your hand under the waistband of your panties.

   "Take them off," he demanded the second you did. "I wanna see."

   You winced, but did what he wanted, wriggling them down your legs. It took everything in him not to reach his hand out and ask you for them. He knew you wouldn't say no—how could you? But still, he worried you would think he was even more of a creep than you already did. He couldn't risk scaring you off. Dealing with him had to seem like the lesser of two evils, or else it would all be over, and he'd go back to being alone. So, without any protest, he let you drop them on the floor beside the bed.

   Your hand settled between your legs again, your fingers making lazy circles. You didn't think it really would have mattered what you did. You just weren't turned on—not with him watching you like that. In an effort to distract yourself, you tried letting your eyes wander. You knew it wouldn't work though. It didn't matter if you weren't looking at Shigaraki, there were still plenty of other little things to remind you of where you were, like the crumbs digging into your back and the bedsheets bunched at your feet. Still, you hoped that you might be able to forget where you were if you focused on something else.

   But Shigaraki wouldn't let you. "Look at me," he barked.

   It didn't surprise you to see that he was palming himself over his pants, his gaze heavy with desire.

   He smirked when he caught you staring at his bulge. "What, you wanna see it?"

   You did not, in fact, want to see it, but that didn't stop him from pulling it out and stroking it, keeping his focus on you even as his eyebrows knit. You didn't even realize you'd stopped what you were doing until he snapped at you to get back to it.

   You couldn't explain it, but it felt almost sort of different in a way this time. It wasn't necessarily that you were turned on by what he was doing—no, absolutely not—but at least you felt like less of a spectacle now that he'd joined in.

   "Talk to me," he demanded.

   "And say what?"

   "Whatever you want. I don't know. Tell me how good it feels or something."

   "It feels good," you replied. It wasn't even a lie now that you were starting to relax a little.

   "That's it?"

   "What do you mean 'that's it'?"

   "You're not very good at this," he laughed.

   You frowned. "Whatever. I'd like to hear you do better."

   A devilish grin spread across his face. "Oh, would you? I'm more than happy to oblige."

   "No, I didn't mean—"

   "God, look at you all spread out for me like a perfect little slut. I love it."

   The way he said it, it was like he was practically moaning. It left you struggling, looking for some kind of snarky retort but falling short. You weren't actually getting flustered over him, were you?

   You must've had a pretty dumbfounded expression on your face because he was laughing at you again. "What, is it working? Am I turning you on?"

   That familiar coil of pleasure was already tugging at your stomach. You told yourself that it was because of your fingers working between your legs and nothing else.

   "The things I would do to you," he continued, "if only you'd let me."

   You bit your lip to stop a moan. It was poor timing, but you'd managed to save yourself some embarrassment. The last thing you wanted was for Shigaraki to know how much this was affecting you.

   But he could tell, and he loved it.

   "Like what?" You asked when you were sure you could keep your voice steady.

   "You really want to know?"

   Normally, you would have hated to hear whatever sick fantasies Shigaraki had of you, but you weren't thinking with any sort of logic. And what could be the harm really? It wasn't like a little dirty talk would suddenly make you actually want to have sex with him. He was still the same guy.

   You nodded.

   He thought for a moment. He had to play his cards right if he wanted this plan of his to work. He couldn't get too greedy, not yet. He had to make you want him.

   "I'd bury my head between your legs so I could taste you."

   He could tell by your reaction that he'd made the right choice. Would this really work?

   "But I wouldn't give you my tongue right away. I'd tease you until you were begging for it."

   You responded with another choked moan, still trying not to let him see how turned on you were. It only made him more determined.

   "And once I felt you'd asked nicely enough, I'd force orgasm after orgasm out of you until you melted into the mattress."

   His cock twitched in his hand as you let out the neediest little whimper. He hadn't meant to come so soon, but watching you pleasure yourself—especially to the things he was saying—was better than porn.

   He grabbed a towel from off of the floor to clean himself off. When he was finished he looked back at you to find that you were sprawled out on the mattress, your chest heaving.

   He wasn't done with you yet.

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[magnetothemagnificent]

Hi, I just saw your post about Jewish high holidays, and I was wondering what Jewish holidays should be given off? I’m working on my Master’s and want to be a university professor eventually, and I want to make note of what days to never give assignments over one day, or what days to call professors attention to as a TA. I remember getting a midterm on Yom Kippur once and the girl behind me struggling to plan writing it early so she could go home, and I don’t want to make anyone deal with that

So there's different "levels" of holidays in Judaism, especially in regards to observance.

Yom Kippur is the holiest day of the year and a fast day, and I think it's a given it should be given off. It's honestly upsetting it's not a mandated day-off in the US.

The appropriate well-wish for a gentile to give to a Jewish person in the days coming up to Yom Kippur is "Have a meaningful day."

Rosh HaShana is the Jewish New Year, and it's two days long. Ideally I would give off for Rosh HaShana as well.

The appropriate well-wish is "Shana Tova" ("Have a good year") or "Have a sweet new year"

Pesach (Passover) is also super important in Judaism, especially the Seder, which in Israel is one night and outside of Israel is two nights. I would give off for the first two days of Pesach if possible.

The appropriate well-wish is "Chag Sameach" ("Happy Holiday") or "Happy Pesach"

Sukkot and Shavuot are Regalim, (Pesach is the third Regel) which means they are important agricultural pilgrimage holidays. Nowadays we don't have the Temple so there's no pilgrimage, but Sukkot and Shavuot are also super important. Sukkot begins five days after Yom Kippur, and the first two nights outside of Israel are observed as important holidays. (One night in Israel). Sukkot is technically a week long, as is Pesach, but work is permitted in certain cases on Chol HaMoed (days that aren't the begining holidays but are still important).

The appropriate well-wishes are "Chag Sameach" or "Happy Sukkot/Shavuot"

EDIT: Forgot to mention Tisha B'Av. Tisha B'Av is the saddest day of the year and a fast day, and it's one of the most difficult fasts because it's long and during the hot Summer. I would be patient with students/workers and allow them time off if they need it.

The appropriate well-wish is "have a meaningful day."

These are the holidays for which work isn't permitted, and the laws follow similar laws to Shabbat.

There are other important holidays, during which work is permitted, but it would still be ideal to allow students/workers to miss an hour or two for services.

Purim is a holiday commemorating Mordechai and Esther's victory over Haman. The day before Purim is observed by some as a fast day, so I would be patient with workers/students on this day. One of the Mitzvot of Purim is reading/ hearing the Megilla being read, which is done the night of Purim (so the night before technically, since Jewish days begin the night before) and during Purim day. Often Megilla reading is done during Morning Services at synagogue, so I would be patient with people who might come in late in the morning due to this.

The appropriate well-wish is "Chag Sameach" or "Happy Purim".

Chanukah is a fun holiday, but there really are no restrictions. The Chanukiah/Menorah is lit at night, so giving workers/students off is only an issue for night classes/shifts.

The appropriate well-wish is "Chag Sameach" or "Happy Chanukah".

Saturday in general is also a complicated day to have work due on. I know most professors don't have class on Saturday, but they may make assignments due on Saturday, Saturday night, or Friday night, which can be difficult for students who observe Shabbat. I would just give students the option to turn assignments in on Sunday instead.

I really appreciate your desire to create a more inclusive environment for Jewish students, and university environments would be so much better if there were more people like you.

#judaism #jewish holidays #inclusivity

[hellenicsun]

So this October I started my degree doing Ancient History & Archaeology, and all was fine and dandy UNTIL THIS MORNING. And here I’ll tell you why for a second I considered going home:

• 7am I wake up being blasted in the face by a fire alarm that sounds like a screeching bird with a megaphone, and whilst you might think 7am is a normal time to wake up, as a uni student it is not. The past two days we’ve been woken up by uni staff so we were all excited to have a lie in! Not anymore though, because we had to rush out of our beds and try and figure out where to go. It also started raining, which was so fun! 🥲

• I get back to the flat, go back to sleep and wake up to my flatmate slamming the kitchen door as if he’s trying to fight it, then went to check my IPad to see what work needs to be done, and voila! I see my assignment which was supposed to be due 12pm on Sunday has actually been changed to 12pm Friday. I also have a full day tomorrow and library work and a seminar after lectures, so I’ve only had today to do my assignment (and I’ll maybe pull an all nighter to get through it since I’m not done!).

• I though, “oh it’s only 500 words it’ll be fine!” But ohhhh no no no. Silly me. I had to find two city plans (one of Athens in 400BC and one of my home city), but wait, it can’t be off the internet, it had to be scanned from a book or article. And so I searched high and low for my Athens plan, and after about three hours I finally got one I could use. But then it came to my home city and turns out there’s no books or articles with a city plan of it in! Lovely. So I’ve picked some random map of the city centre and I’m hoping for the best.

• Then, 5 mins ago, I decided I can finish things at some point tomorrow night since I’m not even writing anything that makes sense, but I just realised I’ve got to wash my dishes before I can even think of relaxing. And to make matters worse, one of my flatmates has all her friends round in the kitchen (which is fine — except I look like a sleep deprived rat lmao).

I swear I’m just stressed and I actually love uni, but dear gods I need to catch a break!

#hellenicsun #hellenic polytheism #helpol #greek gods #gods #classics #ancient history #archaeology #hellenic religion #athena #apollon #university

[crymeariveronceagain]

Wanna talk about it?

Lol sure

I had a horribly difficult test bright and early this morning. It's in a difficult class and I barely got through all the questions in the time limit.

I have been feeling crushed lately. Just. Emotionally bad. Various reasons play into this, from just not enough sleep and a TON of school, and like. Internal issues. Gotta love my fricked up brain, sometimes.

I didn't get much accomplished overall today. Just a lot of reading. Nothing as far as actual assignments. I've got three due before Friday night. One due by Sunday.

But yeah.

It's been a rough week so far.

I'm gonna go to bed early tonight.

#thanks for the ask! #dadwinstan my dear #personal #not fandom content #the college transfer saga continues

[leon-scott-kennedy]

Frostbitten

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Leon had barely kicked off his unbroken-in boots and flopped face-first on his bed when his phone rang. He groaned. Getting called back to the training field might kill him. Every inch of his body ached and throbbed after taking a literal beating for the last ten hours; he couldn’t be bothered to change out of his sweaty clothes, let alone shower. USSTRATCOM training was tough and the instructors tougher, but this was precisely what he had signed up for, a chance to help people, to make sure that Raccoon City never happened again.

The handset slid out of the cradle when Leon smacked it in his blind search. It hit the floor with a clunk, half suspended by the cord.

“Shit.”Leon grabbed the phone and rolled onto his back. “This better be important.”

“Rough day?”

Leon sat up, a lump forming in the back of his throat. “Chris?”

Weeks ago, Leon tracked down Chris long enough to send an email warning him that Claire had gotten herself into some deep shit and needed a hand, and then handily tacked on his new number in a hastily added PS. But, unfortunately, Leon himself was a bit busy with his so-called new job, which so far consisted of him having his ass handed to him on a regular basis, and he hadn’t been in contact with Chris or Claire since Raccoon City two months ago.

Honestly, Leon had hoped the Redfield siblings had found each other and were off chasing Umbrella and saving the world together, but apparently not. Coupled with Leon and Sherry having seemingly disappeared off the face of the planet for weeks, Chris had been a little desperate when Leon finally managed to send an encrypted email.

“How’s it going, rookie?”

Leon snorted and flopped back on the mattress, tucking his free arm behind his head, his fatigue melting away. “Oh, you know.”

“That good, huh. I know you can’t tell me what’s going on, but are you okay?”

Always with the tough questions. Leon sighed, but his stomach gave a funny little flip. “I’ll have to get back to you on that.”

“I definitely owe you one.”

“I think we’re about even.” Leon wasted nights alone in bed thinking about the night he spent buried against Chris Redfield’s chest, arms wrapped protectively around him as he fell apart when Raccoon City was still a smouldering ruin on the horizon. Leon yearned for that level of comfort and warmth. “Did you find her?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I found her. But, we lost someone.”

Leon’s chest ached. How many people was that now? How many people had they lost in this war that they hadn’t even been aware they were fighting. Umbrella destroyed so many lives; hurt so many people. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”

Condolences - apology, solace, commiseration - hung thick in the air between them, so many words left unsaid. I’m sorry I couldn’t help you. I’m sorry I left, that I abandoned you when you needed me; I wish you were here.

“How’s Sherry?”

“She’s good,” Leon lied. His stomach clenched painfully at the thought of the little girl he and Claire had managed to save from the city. The one thing Leon had done right.

Except, the first thing the government had done was take Sherry from Leon, separated them, interrogated him for days until they finally held her life above his head like a guillotine. His visitation remained few and far between, but she was alive and well taken care of, and that’s what mattered. Even if she’d traded one lab for another.

“Good. That’s good. Listen, Claire and I are back home getting things in order, but we both want to see you. Without you, I wouldn’t have found her.”

“Chris, seriously. It was nothing. I just passed on the information I had.” Leon twirled his finger absentmindedly in the phone cord. “I couldn’t get to her, but knew you could. I’m glad you found her.”

“You’re in DC, right?”

“What? Yeah. Listen, Chris-” Leon tried.

“We’re going to drive down for the weekend before we fly back to England next week. We’re putting together a team, but Claire really wants to see you. I want to see you. I need to thank you.”

Leon scrubbed his hand across his mouth and stared helplessly up at the stucco ceiling. Chris wasn’t going to take no for an answer, not that Leon wanted him to. On the contrary, he wanted to see them as badly as they wanted to see him.

“The weekend should be fine,” Leon said. “I usually have them off unless they decide to airdrop me into the center of a national park with nothing but a combat knife and a flask. I mean, no guarantees, but, you know.”

“Jesus Christ, Leon. What have you gotten yourself into?”

Leon grimaced. “Unfortunately, that’s classified.”

“I sure as hell hope you know what you’re doing.” That made two of them, but Sherry’s life hung in the balance.

Chris and Leon hashed out tentative plans for the weekend. Claire and Chris would drive the nine hours down from Franklin County on Friday, which Leon found insane. Nine hours trapped in a vehicle with their sibling for a dude they barely knew, only to be met with disappointment because Leon wouldn’t be whatever they expected. All the same, he’d let them crash at his place for the weekend, and then they’d fly out of the Dulles International Sunday evening.

Warmth blossomed in Leon’s chest; hope. Things weren’t ideal. Yes, he’d been coerced into the service of his country, but he wanted to do what he couldn’t in Raccoon City; save people, make Umbrella pay for their crimes. Maybe he could have done that alongside friends, allies, or Chris. Instead, the acute loneliness tingled in the back of his mind, a constant reminder that he had been abandoned. Not on purpose, no, but his naivety showed weakness.

The call ended with a promise, like their last separation, a reluctance to part, but a promise of companionship, of warmth, of friendship that was almost destined to end in grief. Leon couldn’t help the anticipation that bloomed.

Leon noisily clattered the headset back into the cradle and took stock of his tiny bedroom cluttered with dirty clothes, plates, a half-empty glass of water, and first aid supplies. “Fuck.”

Cleaning the apartment wouldn’t be so bad considering his severe lack of possessions, and he had three days before visitors arrived. Not that either of the Redfield’s would care about the clutter and shortage of furniture. If anything, they would understand. So much had been lost the day Racoon City disappeared in a mushroom cloud. Still, he tidied every moment he had between beatings, lectures, and exams.

Friday morning, the apartment was shockingly spotless except for the freshly used coffee mug in the sink. Loading it into the half-empty dishwasher wouldn’t have been all that difficult if Leon wasn’t already running behind schedule. The commute to the training center took twenty minutes on a good day if he obeyed all traffic laws.

Today likely wouldn’t be one of those days since he was due for roll-call in seven minutes, which seemed pointlessly ridiculous as he was the only agent in training. But the government liked to make him jump through hoops, literally.

Each course they had him run became increasingly complex and ludicrous to the point that Leon failed more than ninety percent of the time. With each fall, one instructor that he didn’t know the name of, only called Sir, yelled “dead” as if it wasn’t already abundantly clear that one mistake would be a death sentence in the field. Something he probably knew that better than the assholes pulling the strings. None of the big wigs had lived the hell he lived, seen what he had seen, and relived what he relived every night alone twisted in the sheets of his bed.

By the time Leon trudged through the front door of his tiny apartment, two hours later than planned, his entire side was mottled blue and purple from the fresh thrashing at the hands of his close combat instructor. His hand to hand had improved the most over the last month with the help of his natural flexibility and agility that earned him a few jokes about how he should have joined the circus. But they were impressed.

Nothing about his training was normal, even he knew that. Nothing like the Anti-Umbrella Pursuit and Investigation Team had been formed before, people had never been reanimated from the dead by a virus before, and they were trying to prepare him for the worst. A nightmare they had never experienced themselves, but he had.

The phone rang. Leon groaned, staggering as he pivoted where he had been about to face-plant on the couch, and headed for the phone in the bedroom.

“Hello?” Leon said, almost certain it was Agent Benford with a new brutal assignment. He sagged onto the bed in relief, curling onto his side when the increasingly familiar greeting of ‘hey, rookie” rumbled in his ear. “Chris.”

“Thank god. Where have you been? This is the fourth time we tried calling.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Leon groaned as his side twinged. “Got, uh, caught up at the... office.”

“You sound like you’re in rough shape.”

Leon hummed. “Been worse.” A sad truth.

“We were calling to say we’re an hour out, but now that’s more like ten minutes,” Chris said, and Claire shouted something unintelligible in the background. “Oh, right. Remind me to give you this number. Claire made me get one of those Nokias so she can keep track of me.”

Claire screeched indignantly, and Leon snickered. “I’ve got a pager,” he offered as consolation. All that much easier to be at the government’s beck and call, but if Chris ever needed him, or Claire, or Sherry.

Leon rattled off a few quick directions to get the Redfield’s to his place, then hung up the phone and rolled out of bed to shower. The hot water stung the fresh bruising, his muscles ached, but he felt human the more he scrubbed away the sweat and grime.

The buzzer for the front door rang as Leon eased a fresh t-shirt on over his head; his shoulder twinged, but he limped over to buzz them up.

A few minutes later, since the building’s elevator took years because of the ‘historic’ value as the real estate agent had put it, someone knocked at the door in a frantic staccato. Leon swung the door open, hair still damp, and was immediately tackled in a hug.

Fight or flight kicked in, Leon’s brain came back online in fits and started in time to hug the small woman hugging him tightly rather than throw her over his shoulder. Claire’s mouth ran a mile a minute. Apparently, he had been missed, and Claire didn’t appear to want to release him anytime soon if the creaking of his ribs were anything to go by.

Leon stared helplessly over her head at Chris, who laughed, but pried his sister off Leon so he could drag him in a hug too. Chris enveloped Leon in a bear hug. That level of high alert that itched in the back of his mind for months ebbed, not disappeared, but faded enough that Leon enjoyed the moment, squeezing Chris back just as tight.

“Come in,” Leon said as he stepped back and waved them into his tiny apartment. “It’s not much, but, you know.”

Claire and Chris shucked their shoes and jackets and wandered into the apartment. Claire scrutinized every little detail or lack thereof. Decoration wasn’t exactly at the top of Leon’s priorities. Nevertheless, he had what he needed: a couch, a TV, a coffee table that doubled as his kitchen table, and a mattress in the bedroom. No bedframe, but he wasn’t picky. Clean sheets and a blanket, and he was good to go.

“It’s, ahh...” Chris trailed off as he glanced around the sparse room.

“What are you, a squatter?” Claire cut in. She stood in front of the mostly empty closet she’d opened.

“Okay, I was going to say it’s a bit Spartan,” Chris said. He slapped a comforting hand on Leon’s shoulder. “Can’t be easy to start all over from nothing, again.”

Leon rubbed the back of his neck, shoulders slumped. “I did warn you guys. Not much to do.”

Chris hummed, his hand dropping from Leon’s shoulder as he wandered off to the kitchen. “You got beer?” The fridge was stocked with two six-packs of cheap beer, a bottle of ketchup, a carton of 2%, and eggs.

“I’ll order food,” Claire said, glancing around, but the phone wasn’t in sight. Leon directed her to the bedroom, where his mattress sat on the floor against the wall. “Jesus Christ, Leon, is that a milk crate?” Clearly, she’d found the bedside table with the phone and takeout menus.

Groaning, Leon sank down onto his couch and buried his face in his hands. The cushions sank beside him as a much larger body sat down. Leon peeked out from between his fingers at Chris, who smiled sadly at him.

“If you need anything-” Chris started.

“I’m fine.” Leon ran his fingers through his damp hair and slouched so his elbows rested on his knees. “Not a lot of time to do much these days, you know, between the daily ass kickings and memorizing a million and one protocols.”

Chris mirrored Leon’s posture. “You could always come with us.”

Leon shook his head.

“Leon-”

“I can’t,” Leon snapped in time for Claire to walk out of the bedroom.

For a second, Claire paused, eyes bouncing between the heavy tension that hung between them. “I ordered Chinese. Did I miss something?”

“No,” Chris and Leon said at the same time.

The food didn’t take long to arrive. The delivery guy, already familiar with Leon’s apartment, joked that he had company for once. The restaurant had even thrown in some free spring rolls for one of their best customers. Sad, considering he’d only been in DC for a little over a month.

The three of them settled on the couch together; Leon squashed in the middle of the sofa, pressed against Chris because Claire had claimed one end with her feet up and tucked her toes under Leon’s thigh. They’d settled for a cheesy action movie they found flipping through channels, something with a bus that couldn’t stop, but ignored it in favour of light conversion, mostly Claire. Neither Chris nor Leon were much in the way of conversationalists. Still, Chris offered a tidbit here and there, and Leon hummed along, nodding when need be, and occasionally offered the occasional dry joke that had Chris and Claire in stitches. Chris nearly snorted beer out his nose when he made an off-the-cuff remark about the first day always being the easiest.

Pleasantly buzzed from a few beers and noodles heavy in his belly, Leon began to nod off, his head helplessly bobbing with the weight of fatigue.

Distantly, Leon heard a chuckle. His head plopped down on the closest shoulder, broad and warm, and the last thing he remembered was Claire wiggling her toes under his thigh and giggling.

When Leon woke up to his bladder screaming, the apartment was dark. For a brief second, he panicked when he discovered his mobility restricted, but his foggy mind pieced together the clues to form a complete picture. He was still on the couch, curled into Chris’ side, nose pressed into Chris’ neck. The arm slung around Leon’s shoulder held in him what couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than a secure embrace. They were barely covered by what Leon quickly realized was the thin comforter from his bed because Claire, curled up on the other end of the couch, had stolen most of the blanket, leaving Chris and Leon with a tiny corner.

Leon eased himself out of Chris’ protective hold and slipped off the couch, tucking Chris back under the blanket so he could escape to the safety of the bathroom in what was becoming a pattern. Wake up cuddled with a man he barely knew, panic, then flee.

The moonlight through the clouded window lit the bathroom enough for Leon to piss and wash his hands without hitting the light. He stood, hands braced on the edge of the sink, staring at his reflection in the mirror. The bags under his eyes were lighter, and his hair was a wild tangle after falling asleep with it still damp. Even if he looked less tired, he was exhausted. He shivered. DC winters were colder than he was used to.

Shuffling back into the living room, Leon found Claire stretched further out on the couch, having used Leon’s absence to steal the very little room Leon had occupied beside Chris. “That seems about right,” he said, then jumped when Chris’ head popped up from where it had been stretched out against the back of the couch. “Oh! Sorry, I can just...” Leon waved vaguely back down the hall towards his bedroom.

Chris lifted his corner of the blanket in invitation.

“I don’t want to be a bother,” Leon argued, rubbing his arm. “I can just sleep in my bed.”

“Isn’t this your blanket?” Chris asked.

Leon shivered in the cool December chill. “It’s not that cold.”

“Leon.”

Leon slunk back to the couch under Chris’ watchful gaze and tried to find space, but Claire’s sprawl left no room for Leon to squeeze back into. He hovered for a moment, uncertain of how to proceed, but the choice was taken from him when Chris grabbed him around the middle and hauled him down over his lap. Leon squawked, slapping a hand over his mouth. His butt nestled between the arm of the couch and Chris’ thigh, his legs thrown over Chris’ lap.

For almost a full minute, Leon stared at Chris open-mouthed, unable to do anything but blink like a startled owl while his attacker shook with silent laughter.

“Cat got your tongue, rookie?” Chris snickered.

Never one to back down from a challenge, Leon snapped his jaw closed, pursed his lips and purposefully flung an arm around Chris’ shoulders before wiggling until he was burrowed tightly into the warmth of Chris’ side like a kitten. Still, it took a few minutes for Leon to relax enough to sink into the heat of the body beneath him, Chris grinning a challenge to him. Leon rolled his eyes and stuck the cold tip of his nose into Chris’ neck.

“Christ, Kennedy,” Chris said as a stilted shudder ran through him, but wrapped Leon in an inflexible hug like the first night they met, the night Leon’s anxiety and doubt demanded the comfort of another person, the night he still dreamt about. “What are you? Part snowman?”

“Popsicle, but thanks for asking,” Leon mumbled.

Tucked under a small corner of the worn comforter he found in a thrift shop his first night in the city, Leon tilted headfirst into the satisfaction and comfort of Chris Redfield. Most men would have balked at even the idea of cuddling with another man, but Leon had never been like other men. He’d learned early in life to take comfort where he could because kindness was often isolated incidents of empathy.

The smell of coffee tickled Leon’s nose. He was hot, a little too hot, and a little sweaty, but he was comfortable, safe. He pressed into the warmth, groaning quiet contentment when the heat squeezed back until a sharp snort and a giggle shocked him into alertness like a splash of ice water.

Leon’s eyes snapped open. Claire grinned at him from the far end of the couch, legs pulled up to sit cross-legged, hand curled around a steaming mug of coffee. “Morning.”

Ao3

#chreon #leon s kennedy #chris redfield #claire redfield #resident evil fanfic

[toru-oikawas-milkbread]

Sleepy Cuddles With Semi

Pairing: Semi Eita x f!reader

Prompt/summary: When you’re suffering from being absolutely freezing even when your room is warm, who else is there to call but your best friend? With a spark of romance that had been addressed between the two of you, things were still a bit confusing, but despite your millions of questions, you wanted to steal your friends warmth rather than deal with them immediately. Thankfully for you, he agrees to come warm you up and in the meantime you finally find the answer to all of your questions

Word count: 3.4K

Warnings/contents: Fluff, kissing, more fluff

Notes: I offer you some Semi fluff 

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An all too familiar ringtone snapped Semi from his thoughts. He looked over towards his phone, knowing who it was but still checking the contact photo anyways. Your smiling picture instantly made a small smile creep up onto his own face as he answered the call and brought the phone up to his ear. Before he could even get his greeting out, you cut him off.

“Hey—”

“I can’t sleep.” With a frown in confusion on his face, Semi looked at the clock that was on his desk.

“It’s 2 o’clock in the afternoon.”

“Yeah, and?” You yawned on the other end of the line. “I can’t sleep.”

“What do you want from me?” He asked, balancing the phone on his shoulder so he could get back to writing on the lined paper of his notebook.

“I want you to come cuddle with me.” You said it so bluntly, clearly too tired to care about even asking nicely. “I’m cold and tired, but I can’t sleep because I’m cold even though I’m tired.” He chewed on the inside of his cheek, glancing back at the alarm clock that sat beside him. The assignment that he was working on had been due tomorrow for the past 3 weeks, yet he had procrastinated starting it for reasons unknown even to himself.

Nevertheless, how could he not want to go cuddle with you? Sure, the two of you were nothing official, but even then Semi was wrapped around your finger and it was almost embarrassing.

“Did you stay up all night again?” He asked, getting up from his desk chair and setting his pencil down. It was Sunday afternoon, but amazingly the boy hadn’t seen you since he walked home with you on Friday night. You had made plans to have lunch with your friend yesterday and then he had gotten a few random late night texts from you around 3 in the morning. While it wasn’t unusual for him to wake up to, there was a text that came in around 5 AM and usually you were sleeping by then.

“Yeah, duh, it’s the weekend.” You said, cutting yourself off with another yawn and quickly groaning afterwards. “I can’t stop yawning!” You complained, rubbing your eyes. “I need you to come cuddle me to sleep.” With a light sigh, Semi walked out of his room and headed towards the front door. His parents were both out, so he figured he would sent them a quick text message to let them know that he was going to visit you and call it good.

“I’ll be over in a few minutes.” He promised, sliding his shoes on by the door. “I swear to god if you fall asleep before I even get there, I’m going to wake you up.” You giggled on the other side of the line, moving so that you were sitting up in your bed to help lower your chances of falling asleep.

“I promise that I won’t fall asleep on your walk around the block.” You teased. The one good thing about where Semi lived wasn’t only his closeness to his school, but it was also how close he was to you. It was perfect for all of those late night adventures that the two of you were always going on, or those times that you call him when neither of you can sleep to see if he wanted to go stargazing with you, or even those times that you would sneak in his window and curl up with him for a few hours.

After all of those nights spent together, Semi quickly found himself falling for you and thankfully for him you seemed to share those deep feelings. The downside to this was happening most recently. The two of you had gone on a couple dates, but aside from a frequent kiss on the cheek before you went inside of your house when he dropped you off, there was no talk of another date. He was more nervous than he had ever found himself being despite how sure he was when he had first asked you out.

“I’ll be right over.” He said before hanging the call up and locking the house door after himself. There was a slight windchill as he started walking, but it was nothing too bad. It didn’t take long for Semi to make it to your house since he took longer strides. Just before he went to knock on the door it opened, revealing you with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

“You’re here!” You grinned in a way that he couldn’t help but smile at, though it dropped quickly on your end as you stepped back. “Get inside, it’s freezing out there.” You were being dramatic about how cold it was outside, something that Semi couldn’t help but find adorable. He shut the door after himself, looking around the seemingly empty house.

“Are your parents home?” He asked, starting to slide his shoes off after locking the door. You shook your head, holding tightly onto the blanket to stay warm.

“No, they went out to dinner. I told them you were coming over though, so no worries. They aren’t going to think I lied about being alone or anything.” You teased, gently bumping your elbow against his arm. “I turned my heater on in my room, so we’ll be cozy.”

“I thought me coming over here was to warm you up and cuddle, not to let a heater do all of the work.” He said, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh, duh— the heater is just to warm the room, not me. I’m dying, Semi. I’m literally freezing, I have been forever.”

“Okay, okay— well that’s what I’m here for anyways.” He said, sliding his jacket off and hanging it by the others on the hooks that were lined perfectly on the wall. “Let’s go to your room then.” He said, following after you up the stairs. His eyes ventured to the family photos that hung along the staircase wall, a small smile coming onto his face when he saw the photo that was of you two when you were both younger.

There were a lot of fond memories shared between the two of you, some documented by a photo, some left to your own minds— though he wanted to continue making more. He knew just how short life was firsthand after recently losing an uncle, and he wanted to make the most of life. The only catch was that he wanted to make the most of life with you. Not anyone else.

Just as it had always been, he wanted to spend every second with you.

You opened your bedroom door and as soon as he stepped inside, he could tell how big of a difference there was from the hallway. The heater beneath your desk was running, making the room warm in a way that Semi couldn’t possibly understand how you were cold.

“That’s better.” You said with a soft sigh in content, plopping back on your bed and snuggling into the pillows with your blanket still tightly wrapped around yourself. He smiled a bit at the sight, shutting the door behind him and walking over to the side of the bed that he often laid on when he came over to hang out with you to watch movies or just to study. He’d never been so daring as to sneak out of his own house to come visit you in the middle of the night, though he had admired how brave you were when you snuck into his window.

“I don’t understand how you’re so cold.” He commented, getting comfortable on the bed beside you and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You instantly snuggled closer to the man, burying your face into his chest and mumbling something incoherent that made him laugh. “You say that like I can understand a word of it when your face is smothered in my shirt like that.”

“I said I don’t know why, I just woke up cold yesterday and it’s been bothering me all day.” You repeated, getting comfortable again into his side. You yawned, closing your eyes and enjoying the warmth from the man beside you. Semi was always warm, and aside from that he had also always been willing to cuddle with you whenever you were needing it. You seemed to have an exclusive pass, able to take whatever warmth you needed from the man free of charge at any time, though ever since he first asked you out he had been much more open. That much more cuddly and sweet.

Up until the past couple of weeks, Semi had pretty much taken charge in the whole dating aspect of your relationship, though you were wondering if his silence was meaning that it was your turn to ask him out on a date. Strangely enough, the man had been just as affectionate as before without the implication of another date. You wondered if maybe that meant he might not want to be exclusive with you anymore like he used to, though his feelings for you had seemed to be just the same and as strong as before.

Then of course you started wondering if you were exclusive with the man and you just hadn’t known it. If maybe one of his vague questions on your dates had been answered in your point of view just well enough for the two of you to have silently become a thing without saying it aloud, though it seemed stupid for you to believe that. Semi was straightforward, not the kind of guy to lie or drag you along if he didn’t feel the same for you anymore, so what you didn’t understand was why he hadn’t said anything else.

Instead of stewing like crazy on things you knew that was only going to bring you more questions than answers, you let him be. Instead you called him today, cold and wanting to cuddle with him. Normally you cuddled against your pillow, and even though your heater had been on all day long, you were desperate for his attention. At this point you didn’t care if he knew it or not, so long as he were to cuddle with you.

Semi’s arm was warm around you, bringing you a comfort that no pillow, blanket and heater could. His thumb gently rubbed your arm, though as exhausted as you were, you were still awake, snuggled against him and listening to his soft breathing. Unknown to you, Semi glanced down at you, a soft smile on his face while you laid there in his arms, eyes closed and a warm hand rested on his stomach over his shirt. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your head, one that made you smile and snuggle closer. His cheeks heated up a little bit when he realized that you were awake, though there was a question heavy in his mind that he wasn’t sure how to address.

“(y/n)?” You hummed softly, not bothering to look up at the man or even open your eyes. Instead of dead tired like he knew that you were, you seemed peaceful. You seemed happy, something that Semi was always glad he could make you. “Can I… ask kind of a dumb question?” He asked, and you gave another hum in acknowledgment to his words. “I was just thinking the other night, and while in some cases that might be a bad thing, I was just wondering if you thought of me as… more.” A soft frown etched onto your face as you shifted to finally look at the man.

“More?” You asked, shaking your head lightly to show your confusion. “More than what?” Semi swallowed the anxious lump in his throat, shifting so that he could face you better to speak to you rather than the ceiling or the wall behind you.

“More than a date or two.” He clarified. “I’m just not sure… exactly what you think of us.” You blinked, seeming to hesitate before you spoke.

“I, umm… I guess I don’t really know.” You started. “I do think of you as more than just a couple of dates, but I wasn’t sure what you thought of me.” You said truthfully. “I just… really care about you, and I didn’t want to push you if you were losing romantic interest in me. I thought that you maybe you wanted to be just friends and that this… thing between us was just sort of going to die for awhile.” He hesitated, gently reaching up and brushing a stray hair behind your ear.

“I’m definitely not losing romantic feelings for you.” He assured you, feeling his heart start to race when you smiled softly. “Do you… do you want this thing between us to die off?”

“No.” You said it without hesitation this time, making a smile curl back onto Semi’s lips quickly. “Do you?” You asked, though by the look on his face and the way that his eyes were looking into yours, you were certain that you had your answer.

“No, I don’t want it to die. I don’t want to lose romantic feelings for you. I just want you.” His thumb gently brushed along your cheek that warmed beneath it as he spoke. “I think that it’s always been you that I wanted more than anything.”

“Anything, huh?” You raised an eyebrow, shifting in his arms and leaning your face against his palm. “Even more than— you know, money and a good life?” You said it mainly as a joke so Semi humored you with a small laugh, but when he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, he didn’t pull back without a soft whisper.

“Of course I want you more than money.” Any fear that you might be embarrassed talking about this with him seemed to fade away without a trace as he pulled back and looked at you. Even though you knew that you could trust Semi regardless, hearing the words come from him was all you really needed. You reached up, gently cupping his cheek in your hand before you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. A smile immediately worked its way onto his face, but before you could pull back and look at him, he leaned in closer to deepen the kiss.

He wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer as you smiled and twirled a stray piece of his soft hair between your fingers. You were the first and only girl that Semi had ever kissed, and even though it had happened only once before now, he seemed to know just what he was doing. As far as he was concerned, you were the only girl that he ever wanted to kiss again.

It was painstakingly obvious both in the way that he looked at you and the way that he spoke to you; Semi couldn’t ever find it in himself to love anyone more than he loves you, but when you gave a giggle into the kiss and made him smile, he was certain that he wasn’t ever going to have to try and love someone else. You were it for him, and as long as he could, he was going to make sure that he was it for you.

The kiss ended softly, though instead of pulling away you both seemed to unconsciously lean into each other until your foreheads pressed together. He kept his eyes closed, a small smile on his face even though he was missing the way that you were smiling as well.

“Since we’re so clearly compatible, do you want to go out with me again next weekend?” He asked softly, almost afraid that if he were to speak louder than a soft whisper he might ruin the moment. Everything seemed so perfect, he didn’t want to make you pull away from him. He wasn’t necessarily tired, though he felt as if he could take a nap with you right here and now if he were to stay so snugly wrapped up with you. The heater on would certainly lull him to sleep if your soft breathing wouldn’t.

“I’d love to go out with you again next weekend.” You said just as softly as he had, lightly trailing your fingertips along his shoulder. “I think we’re compatible, but I also think that maybe you should kiss me again just to make sure.” A soft laugh came from Semi as he leaned in a little ways, his nose brushing against yours as he neared your lips with his own.

“I think that we can definitely arrange a few more kisses.” He said, softly pressing his lips to yours for a quick kiss. “But you also need to take a nap.” He reminded you, though you only slid your hand back into his hair and pulled him close so he was almost on top of you. In shock, he had opened his eyes and gave a bit of a laugh, catching the mischievous glint in your eyes as you smiled.

“I know, I know. I’ll nap after a few more kisses.” Semi playfully rolled his eyes, though he leaned back in and pressed his lips to yours without another word.

You smiled against his mouth, pushing the blanket off of your shoulders to wrap your other arm around him.

If the warm room wasn’t going to be the thing to finally warm you up, the man on top of you certainly would be the thing to do so.

“(y/n)?” He mumbled between kisses, earning yet another hum in acknowledgment from you rather than pulling back to speak to him. “You know, I really do love you.” He whispered, earning a smile from you. Of course it hadn’t been the first time that the two of you had told each other that you loved the other; being best friends, you had started telling Semi that you loved him whenever you two got off the phone, whenever you left his house or when he left your own when the two of you were 14 years old. It was an everyday thing between the two of you, but rather than the platonic love that you knew he felt for you regardless, you knew that this “I love you” was so much more.

“I love you, too Semi.” You said back, pressing another kiss to his lips right afterwards. “I always have.”

The alarm clock on Semi’s desk let him know that it was almost time for school. Since he had been running a little bit late this morning because of the assignment he was trying to hurry and finish, he was hoping that you were completely ready when he got you this morning. Instead of having a moment to call you, he was getting dressed, though his phone ringing had yet again snapped him from his trance. He looked over upon hearing the familiar ringtone, smiling to himself before he even saw your contact photo.

“Hey.” He greeted, bringing the phone up to his ear.

“Hi,” you started, but the tone of your voice immediately made his smile fall. “I figured out why I’ve been so cold— I’m sick.” Relief flooded him when he knew it was just a small sickness, though he still laughed a little bit as he slid his tie around his neck.

“Oh, (y/n)— what am I going to do with you.” He teased, earning an eye roll from you on the other side of the line that he wouldn’t see.

“Silence.” You coughed softly while he chuckled. “I can’t come to school today, but afterwards will you come cuddle with me again? I’m still freezing.” You said, shivering even though your room was rather warm beneath your blankets with the heater still on.

“Sure thing, I’ll do my homework in your room. Do you need some soup before I come over?”

“Soup sounds good.” You agreed.

“Okay, I’ll bring soup. I’ll talk to you soon. Get some rest and make sure that you drink a lot of water, okay?”

“Okay mom.” Semi shook his head softly, though he couldn’t help the smile that worked its way onto his face at your comment.

“I’ll be there later. I love you. Feel better.”

“I love you, too. I’m gonna take a nap. Have a good day.”

“You too, babe. Sleep well.”

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x reader fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu semi eita #semi eita #semi eita x reader #semi eita x reader fluff #semi eita fluff #semi eita imagines

[let-me-luve-you]

Home Schooled

Tom Holland x Sister

Summary: The pandemic changes up your school schedule and Tom uses it as a way to help you with your dyslexia and struggle with school

Warnings: Dyslexia, Struggle with school, angst, fluff, sweet and caring Tom.

A/N: I hated school growing up. I would cry when I did homework and I would fight my mom on it because no matter how much I tried, I never got it. So this is based on my experience and how I wanted someone to be there for me that got it. 

MASTERLIST

BUY ME A COFFEE?

School was hard. You would study for hours and not be able to retain anything. You would read the words on the page and have to go back and read it again. Once Tom was diagnosed with dyslexia, Nikki and Dom had all of their kids tested. When you were six, you were diagnosed with it as well.

Tom was sixteen when you were diagnosed and he understood the hardships that came with it. Now that he is 24, he has learned how to work with the struggles of reading. You’re fourteen and starting high school. When Tom was home, he saw the frustration. He saw the abandoned homework. He heard his parents talking about your low scores. With school being online due to the pandemic, he knew that you would be struggling even more.

Tom talked with Nikki and Dom about you staying with him during lockdown. He wanted to keep an eye out on you and help you with your homework. Nikki and Dom still had to do work from home so they wouldn’t have the time to just sit with you during classes and homework to help you. Nikki reluctantly agreed.

You were excited to spend this time with your brother. You knew staying at his house was going to be a lot more fun than your parents. Tom had you pack a couple of bags since no one knew how long you would be there. He made sure you grabbed everything you would need. He put you in the guest room that was next to his room. He set your suitcase down next to the closet.

“Come on. You can unpack in a bit.” He said, grabbing your attention. “I want to show you something.” You followed Tom out of the room and back down the stairs. He led you to his office and walked in. You reluctantly followed, wondering what surprise could be in here. When you looked up, you saw a second desk pushed into the corner.

“What’s this?” You asked, confused.

“I wanted you to have a space where you could do your work.” He said. “With Haz, Tuwaine, and Harry, it can get kind of loud in the main room. This way you can do your zoom classes here and your homework.” You smiled at him, “Thanks Tom.” You said.

He nodded and walked towards the closet. He opened it up and you saw his filing system, some old clothes, and a new storage container. “You still like to draw, paint, and do other crafts don’t you?” He asked. You smiled and nodded. “Good. I got you some stuff. Figured if you are in need of a break from school or us, you could come in here and do your thing.” He opened the closet door more and you saw some canvases of different sizes leaned up against the wall.

“Wow. Tom. Thank you.” You looked up at your big brother and smiled. “You didn’t have to do this though.”

“I know. I wanted to. I love your art and I know you love to do it. School was already hard for you and now with it being home school, I wanted you to be able to do what you love to wind down. When you start to run low on something, let me know and I will order you more.”

You smiled and hugged Tom. You ran out of the room to get your school bag and laptop. You wanted to set up your desk before your first zoom class tomorrow. Tom went to his desk and played around on the computer. He smiled as he watched you get excited about the small thing he did.

The next day, you had to be in your zoom class at nine. Tom woke you up at eight to eat breakfast and to log on early in case there were any problems. He sat at his desk working on the script him and Harry were writing. Tom didn’t want to hover but wanted to be close in case you needed help.

“Thanks for doing all this for me. And thank you for sitting here with me while I’m in my class.” You said before your class started. Tom smiled at you, “it’s no problem y/n/n.”

As your teacher talked, Tom listened in. He wanted to know what assignments you had to do, but he also wanted to know what you were learning so he could help. After sitting at the desk from nine to lunch going from one class to the next, you finally had a break. You went into the kitchen to make a sandwich. Since Tom has been so helpful to you, you decided to make him lunch too. You would have asked, but he was deep in concentration while working on the script.

“Thanks.” Tom said, still typing as you sat the sandwich in front of him.

You went back to the kitchen and started eating yours. When two o’clock rolled around, you went back to your desk and got ready for the final three classes of the day. Thankfully you would be done by four and you only met twice a week. Bad news was, you knew Tom would want you to do your homework as soon as you were off zoom.

The classes flew by. Tom left the room shortly into the first one. He needed to get some house chores done and he needed a break from the computer screen. When he walked back in he saw you closing the zoom meeting. He walked up to you and started to massage your shoulders.

“Come on. Let’s go play and run Tessa in the backyard. Then we can start some of your homework.” Tom said walking out of the room.

“Some?” You asked.

“Yeah. Some. It’s not all due tomorrow. You should pace yourself with it so you don’t get overwhelmed. I heard your teachers. They said all the work you do this week is due Sunday night. You can do some this evening and then you can do more tomorrow. You have classes again now Wednesday right?”

You nodded as you picked up a tennis ball and threw it for Tessa to fetch.

“Okay. So since the classes are just going over everything you are doing this week, let’s just take our time with it. If we start in the mornings and work until lunch and then if need a couple of hours after lunch, you should be done with all the work Friday morning. That gives you the rest of the day and the weekend to relax.” Tom said as he sat down next to you on the patio steps.

“How do you know this?” You asked.

“I’m just estimating.” Tom said. You shook your head, “No I mean, how do you know how to do this? And why do you care so much?”

“Because I’ve seen you struggling with school. I want you to do well. And believe it or not, I struggled too. You may not think you are, but you’re just like me when I was in school. You need breaks. You need someone close by. You need to do something that doesn’t require you to think to help calm down. You don’t need distractions. When you get those things, you seem to do better. I did.”

“Is that why you sat in the room this morning? So I wasn’t alone?” You asked.

“Partially. I also wanted to know what you were learning and what you were doing with assignments. I will sit in there as much as you want me to. I may not be able to do that everyday, but I will try.” Tom said.

“You’re the best big brother ever, you know that right.”

“I don’t want you to go through what I did. Plus, you are going through something that none of us had to, you have to do online schooling while on lockdown. That’s tougher than anything, and since I’m not really working right now, I want to use my time to be there for you.” Tom said wrapping an arm around you.

“Thanks Tom. I’m glad you are here for this.” You said leaning into him.

“Of course. Now Tessa looks tired. Let’s go do some of your math homework.” Tom said standing up and holding a hand out to help you. You groaned as you took his hand.

“Letters don’t belong in math. It just makes it harder to read.” You said.

“I know. That’s why I’m going to sit with you. Want to work on it at your desk or at the kitchen counter since you’ve been in that room all day?”

“Kitchen. That way when I get mad at question three, I can take it out on Harry.” You joked. Tom laughed. “Go get your work. I’ll get us a snack and some drinks.”

For the first time in forever, you were actually excited about doing your school work. You finally felt like someone understood you and what you were going through. You had hope that you could actually get some passing grades. As much as you loved the rest of your family, they just didn’t get it. When they tried to help you, they just made you feel more stupid. Tom understood though. He fought this battle. And he did it while trying to become an actor too. If he can get through it, so can I. You skipped into the kitchen with your math assignment and book and smiled at Tom as you sat by him. Maybe, just maybe, you would get your first A since kindergarten.

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[izzabeean]

Chapter 7 : Bad Luck

SUMMARY

Sunday morning starts off with a surprise, and it just keeps getting better.

pairing : ushjima x f!reader / oikawa x f!reader / iwaizumi x f!reader

genre : angst + fluff

word count : 3,984

content : profanity, slightly suggested nsfw

tags :  alternate universe - college/university, post-break up, friends to lovers, pining, slow burn

a/n : this chapter was supposed to be a bit longer, but I decided to cut it shorter. I've decided to have the rest at the beginning of next chapter. I hope you enjoy!!

Post Thursday evenings PST, if not latest by Friday.

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If your life didn’t hit rock bottom before, it most definitely did now.

It’s the fact you were thrown into absolute chaos first thing Sunday morning. It’s spending hours scrambling to move furniture to a dry place. It’s swiftly securing as many of your belongings as while trying to contain the severe agony coursing through you. Although the flood was very shallow, only damaging the floor and the bottom portion of the wall, which you’re thankful for, it really solidified the kind of luck you were having: everything you touched lately, seemed to fall apart. In fact, you were just ready to disappear at this point.

Your head is spinning as you sit on the steps of the apartment complex with your face buried in your hands, refusing to cry even if you really, really wanted to.

You peer up at Oikawa whose back is to you making a phone call. Thankfully he was there to respond when your first reaction was to freak out and call your parents, who (of course) were away on vacation. The way he jumped at the chance to quickly gather your stuff out of the apartment. The way he told you to get a hold of your landlord to notify them about the flood. The way he felt like he had everything under control.

But here you were, devastated, unable to function. Just frozen.

Hanging up the call, he walks back over to you. “Iwa-chan is going to be here with his car to pick up your things,” Oikawa says, almost breathless at the sight of the distressing aura protruding off you. “Did you get a hold of your parents?”

“No,” you utter, trying to pretend you’re not on the verge of a meltdown. “But I have a key to their place, so we can stash my stuff there.”

“Great! It might take a couple trips, but it will be fine,” he assures watching you grow more and more despondent.  “At least your choice of decor is minimalist or we’d be at this all day,” he teases trying to lighten the mood.

You pause furrowing your brow, unable to even look at Oikawa. It’s a joke, obviously, but it feels backhanded. And you do what you do best, stay silent.

Oikawa sighs and sits beside you on the staircase. “Y/N, it’s alright this happens to a lot of people.”

And then you feel your eyes starting to tear up. Fuck, you can’t let him see you like this. So much has already happened and now is not the time to completely come undone before him. Taking a deep breath you turn to Oikawa.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you smile. It doesn’t feel genuine but you force it.

He knows, despite your reply, that you’re very frustrated. Looking down at your hands placed on your lap, he has this sudden urge to grab hold of them and tell you he’s here to help. He knows a lot has happened, and all he wanted to do was reassure you things were going to be okay… Eventually.

“What?” you ask.

It takes him a minute to realize that you catch him staring. When he does, he gives you a wry look, hiding the fact that he is visibly concerned about you. He turns his head just a fraction, narrowing his eyes on your cheek. “You have something on your face,” he lies.

You glower at him suspiciously, turning away from him as you wipe your cheek on your sleeve. If you had the energy to do so, you probably would have yelled at Oikawa for messing with you. But no, you couldn’t take your frustration out on him, he doesn’t deserve that shit. Of course, it’s not his fault all these different mishaps keep happening to you. He’s been everything but patient lately, the least you could do was try to tolerate his childishness more than usual.

“Y/N!”

You snap your head behind you to see an older lady standing at the top of the staircase looking down at you.

“Ito-san. Good morning,” you greet while standing up to give a little bow.

Ito-san is your neighbor from a couple of apartments down. You have an acquaintance kind of relationship, one where you help carry groceries whenever you’ve bumped into her on the way up to her apartment. The most you know about each other is just through small talk like she lives alone and is retired, spending most of her days trying to pick up new hobbies; there’s a new one each month.

She walks further down the steps meeting your gaze on ground level. “I heard about your apartment,” she says while eyeing up Oikawa. “Luckily your boyfriend was here to help out.”

“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend,” you answer.

“Don’t be modest dear. Here,” she says, holding out a car key.

“Ah, Ito-san, you don’t have--”

“Of course I do,” she replies with a smile, placing the key in your hands. “For all that you do for me, I insist.”

“Thank you,” Oikawa chirps, giving Ito a deep bow to which you follow.

“Get your things somewhere safe. Good luck!” she says with a wave walking back up the stairs.

Turning to Oikawa, your face pales, “Tōru, I can’t.”

“Huh?” Is all he replies.

You begin to shake as the stress surges through your body. Had you given quicker at a response, you might have declined the offer. “I don’t know how to drive.”

Oikawa blinks then bursts out laughing while snatching the keys out of your hand. “So you need my help, again,” he teases with a smirk.

“Yes,” you sigh full of irritation. If you knew he was going to act this way, you would’ve asked him to leave and you could figure things out on your own. But before you could, a honk echoes from the loading zone in front of the apartment complex. And it’s Iwaizumi.

Trying to push down the feeling of excitement you feel when you see him step out of the vehicle, he straightens up peering at you with a radiant expression. Your eyes suddenly brighten while the corners of your mouth curl into a smile. He shoves his hands into his pockets and walks toward you.

“How’s the wrist?” Iwaizumi asks, looking into your eyes with a warm reassuring gaze.

“It’s fine,” you reassured, rotating it in a circle proving that it’s fully functional.

“Oikawa and I will move your stuff,” he instructs. As you’re about to challenge him on his plans, he cuts you off, “Unless you’re planning on injuring your wrist more, you're not allowed to help.”

You frown slightly at his stony remark, but you’re still happy to see him, beyond belief. Biting the inside of your cheek, you watch Oikawa lead Iwaizumi to your apartment. It’s so pathetic that you always need to rely on someone to come to your rescue. How could you stoop to this level? What happened before you met Ushijima? Were you always this reliant on others?

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“Good morning!” Ushijima greets while walking into the classroom.

“Good morning,” you respond, checking out your boyfriend dressed in his joggers and hoodie. Even though it's not the most stylish attire, you still thought he looked so good in them as you could see the outline of his strong, muscular build (plus, his casual outfits warded away unwanted attention from girls and you were fine with that). “Did you get the assignment done?”

Ushijima stares at you blankly, “What assignment?”

“I texted you last night to remind you!” you explain exasperated at his inattentive behavior.

Ushijima whips his phone out of his pocket, staring intently at it. Suddenly the sound of the device turning on rings and his face lights up.  “I got it.”

“Just now?” you shriek, gaining the attention of other students in the room.

“When is it due?” he asks nonchalantly, as the blood in your veins starts to boil.

“Today!”

“Oh,” Ushijima eyes you stoically, then kisses you on the cheek. “Thank you for reminding me.”

You clasp your cheek while looking at him and your face grows hot from the act. “N-no problem.”

“Can I copy off--”

“No!” you scold.

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“Y/N?”

Iwaizumi’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry, did you say something?” you ask, sitting in the passenger seat beside Iwaizumi.

The morning chaos wears on into the afternoon as you drive to your parent's place with Oikawa following in Ito-san’s car behind you. Fortunately, the drive is only thirty minutes out of the city, you didn’t want to take more time out of Iwaizumi and Oikawa’s day. You feel guilty.

“Yeah…” Iwaizumi replies. “So, uh- how do you know Oikawa?”

“Um, first year of university,” you exclaim. “It was pouring rain after classes and I was waiting for it to stop.”

“Did Oikawa use one of his shitty pickup lines?”

“More like his smug remarks,” you giggle. “It’s been like… Four years? Oh my god, how have I dealt with him for that long?”

“Four years is nothing compared to the fifteen I’ve known him,” Iwaizumi grins.

“Fifteen?” you gasp as your jaw drops. “How many years has he taken off you?”

“More than I’d want,” he laughs.

You eye him carefully when he responds. It’s the first time you’ve seen Iwaizumi laugh since you’ve met him. And truthfully, it was alluring, something you’d hope to see again soon.

“He’s a good guy though,” he adds.

But not as good as you, you think. Your heart stumbles over its own rhythm as part of your brain screams at you to continue the conversation, seeing this is the only opportunity you have ever been alone with Iwaizumi.  You try to take a look at him in your peripheral, noticing his muscular arms flexing underneath his t-shirt as his strong hands grip the wheel. The same hands that guided you away from the alley to the restaurant, were now helping you again.

Did you even thank him? You doubt you had the chance in your drunken state. To be honest, you were quite embarrassed that that was his first full impression of you. You can’t believe you had the audacity to get to that point of intoxication. It hurts your head just thinking about it.

“Oh, just a left at the next turn,” you indicate. “It’s not much further from here.”

Upon arriving at your parent's place, you instruct Iwaizumi to park in front of the double car garage to which Oikawa pulls up beside. Unbuckling your seatbelt, you slide out of the car.

“Wow Y/N,” Oikawa breathes looking up at the bigger than the average house. “You never told me your parents are rich?”

“Let me unlock it,” you instruct, ignoring Oikawa. “We will unload everything into the garage.”

As you rush off, Oikawa whistles observing the two-story house taking up two lots worth of houses. “This is where she grew up?” he assumes. “Wow.”

Iwaizumi gazes at the contemporary styled home. He recalls when he heard you moved from the suburbs closer to the city and now he understood as to why.

The sound of the garage door opening startles them both as they quickly gain composure to start unloading the furniture. You let out a deep sigh, not quite ecstatic both men are at your childhood home. Not because you’re embarrassed, but because of all the questions that are followed up like what do your parents do for a living or why didn’t you tell me you had such a big house?

Oikawa and Iwaizumi diligently manage to fill the garage with your stuff. You wanted to help but only received scolding from Iwaizumi when you even lifted a finger. But in no time, the task was complete.

“Is that it?” you ask as Iwaizumi nods in compliance. “Okay, wait outside and I’ll lock up.”

But before you even get a reply, you notice Oikawa is missing and the door leading into the house from the garage is open.

“What the fuck Tōru!” you yell walking into the main part of the house in search of the annoying troublemaker. Iwaizumi follows behind, looking at the high-ceiling living space that leads into a kitchen. He’s never seen anything remotely like this before.

Oikawa pokes out from a room on the side, “Y/N, why have you never invited me over?”

“Oikawa let's go!” you snap.

“Oooh, using my last name, somebody’s pissed,” he taunts, sending you a shit-eating smile. “I’m going to look for Y/N-chans room!”

“No! Don’t!” you screech, and he laughs while running up the stairs. That stupid laugh. It can get on your nerves but you don’t have the strength to run after him. “Fine, he can do what he wants.”

You turn back to the living room and let your eyes roam around. It’s a lot different than you last remembered with a more modern take on traditional Japanese houses. There’s neutral furniture with a very minimalistic feel, almost a cold feeling.

“They’ve changed it a lot since I’ve been last here,” you whisper.

Iwaizumi looks at a picture of you and your parents mounted on the wall; your graduation photo from high school. You look good.

“So, uh, how's your wrist?" he asks.

"It's alright," you smile. "A little swollen."

"Want me to wrap it up for you when we get back?"

"Uh, sure," you reply. “Actually, I’m sure there’s some first aid supplies around here.”

He follows you down a hall into a small bathroom. He lingers in the doorway watching you open the cabinets in search of something he can use to wrap up your wrist. By some luck, you take out an elastic bandage and present it to him. “Does this work?”

He nods, taking the bandage, and holds out his hand, “Let’s see it.”

You pause before rolling up your sleeve to show the damage which is now a tinge of dark purple and red. He doesn't react though, he keeps a straight face while maintaining calm upon analyzing the bruised area. Taking your hand into his, your face grows hot, his hands are warm, the perfect temperature, making your entire body tingle. Slowly you trace your eyes back up to his face, his eyes narrow as he tucks the bandage up and around the wrist then pulls to tighten it. The gesture makes you shutter causing him to stop.

“Is it too tight?” he asks, scanning for any pain in your face

“A bit,” you squeak.

Iwaizumi loosens the bandage a bit to rewrap it again. This time he’s gentler, drawing the bandage around the wrist then wrapping across your hand and palm with a soft tug; still firm, but not quite tight.

“That should help decrease bruising,” he says, cutting the bandage and securing it with a pin.

“Thanks,” you mutter, holding your hand out to inspect it. “How do you know this stuff?”

“I’m majoring in sports sciences,” he answers.

“Woah, that’s so cool!” you smile while putting the bandages away as he continues to linger in the bathroom. “How many years do you have left?

“This is my last semester--”

“Y/N-chan! Your room is boring,” Oikawa interrupts pouting. “I couldn’t find anything embarrassing.”

“Why are you looking for that kind of stuff, Shitty-kawa!” you groan.

Iwaizumi laughs at the nickname and you have to stop yourself from smiling too hard from the sound.

“Okay, the tour is over. Let’s go!” you exclaim, pushing them towards the front door.

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Stepping into the Oikawa’s apartment, you didn’t think you’d ever get back so soon; from driving back into the city, to dropping off Ito-san’s car and keys to finding out more information from your landlord of what’s going on. You were exhausted. Absolutely over today.

“Why do you have so much stuff,” Oikawa whines while setting your bags down in the foyer.

Maybe you should have stayed with your parents, then you wouldn’t have to deal with seeing Oikawa 24/7, but by public transit, their place was too far away and you really didn’t want to say no to Oikawa after he insisted that you bunk at his place. Plus you couldn’t agree more if Iwaizumi was going to be there.

“Stop complaining!” Iwaizumi scolds who has two of your bags in his hands. Again, he refused to let you carry anything to avoid putting any more strain on your wrist. But you didn’t mind because the sight of him carrying your bags for you makes you swoon.

“That’s not nice Iwa-chan,” Oikawa cries while closing the door then turns to you. “You can take my room until you move back in.”

“What? No, I can’t--” you begin.

“It’s either that or we share a bed,” Oikawa smirks.

“Uh, no.”

He snickers at your reply as you shuffle off to his room to put your stuff away. You blinked in surprise, almost startled by the fact how surprisingly tidy his room is. Reality sinks in as you walk up to the window looking outside to the new view of a courtyard between two apartment buildings. You’d be staying here for who knows how long and it sort of worries you. You’ve never had roommates before, the last thing you wanted was to annoy the shit out of your only friend and his hot friend.

“You good?” Oikawa’s voice scares you, to which you jump and gasp for air.

“Don’t do that!”

“Ok, well, it is my room, I just came in here to grab my things to take a shower,” he adds. To his credit, he doesn’t even look tired after such a long day. “Want to go to the library after?”

“Sure I have some assignments I need to get started on.”

“Cool!” Oikawa smiled, turning to head to the bathroom. “Also, no peeking!”

You send him a growl as he scurries away.

You exhale a deep sigh while collapsing on Oikawa’s bed feeling subtle hints of the hangover but trying to repress it with a huff. Whilst contemplating what the hell you’re going to do for a week at Oikawa’s, you feel yourself drift off...

You take a peek into the crowded classroom. A bunch of students are grouped in their cliques, chatting and laughing. You sigh, not able to recognize anyone you know. Your hands start to sweat as you hold your laptop tighter to your chest.

"It's alright. Just take it easy, everything will be fine," you mutter in an attempt to hype yourself up.

You walk into the massive lecture hall hugging the wall closest to the door to make your way up the stairs. About midway through, you glance down the row of desks and spy a seat available off to the center.

As you approach your seat, you notice someone's coat laying on the floor.

"Oh, you dropped your coat," you note, picking it up off the floor and carefully draping it back over their chair.

You glance down at the person. A young man about your age stares at you with wide stunning eyes. His hair swept to the side, slightly spiked with a tawny hue and his complexion was glowing appearing fresh and radiant.

Initially, his aura exudes kind and pure, until the mood in his eyes shifts, painting a mysterious narrative, bubbling with a playful and coy kind of hunger.

“Thanks,” he purrs.

You awkwardly smile at him and go to sit a couple of seats down from him. Just as you take your spot, the professor enters the room addressing the start of class. You look back at the brunette who looks oddly familiar, almost like Oikawa.

And it is, but he's sitting next to you with heavy lustful eyes.

Suddenly you aren't in your lecture hall anymore but in the campus library.

You're sitting at a desk, merely inches away from each other. You feel his leg lightly brush against yours. A tingling sensation jolts through your body as his touch lingers. The heat of his body warms up your exposed skin.

Oikawa leans in. "I notice you've been staring," he whispers.

His words make your insides melt at the firmness of his tone. And your heart pumps faster as he gently touches your leg with his hand. You can feel his breath on the shell of your ear as he places his hand behind your head, tangling his fingers in your hair.

You start to tense up as he pulls away, with a smirk tugging at the side of his mouth.

"Do you want me?" His voice dropped to a low growl, sliding his hand up your leg.

You wake up startled, gasping for air.

What was that, you think, trying to process what has just happened. You feel a pit in your stomach grow by the second as this disoriented sensation swirls in your head. Then there’s a beat. You hold your head as the temples start to throb and the headache you’ve been waiting for rushes in so fast you couldn’t even feel it approaching.

Taking a look around, you were still in Oikawa’s room.

What the fuck.

Honestly, in all your years of friendship, you’ve never counted on having that sort of dream starring Oikawa. In theory, you had plenty of opportunities to, but why now? Something about it was strangely arousing, but you couldn’t believe you had admitted that to yourself… Oikawa is your friend.

You notice through the half-opened blinds the daylight fading low as the glow between evening and day paints the room orange. You wonder how long you’d be asleep and quickly get up realizing the day is nearly done.

Walking out, you are face to face with Iwaizumi who’s about to walk down the hallway. You let out a little yelp and clasp your chest catching your breath. The sudden excitement surprises him and he nervously laughs in response while rubbing the back of his neck.

“H-how long was I asleep?” you stumble on your words trying to process what to say.

“Not long…”

The air is filled with silence and awkwardness. Somewhere between comfortable and uncomfortable, you stand in each other's presence waiting for someone to speak first. Your eyes are groggy still from your nap and you’ve accepted your mind will be hazy but didn’t feel the need to go back and rest. The dream already spooked you enough and preferred to avoid a sequel.

“Do you know where Oikawa went?” you ask, the only appropriate topic that comes to mind.

“I think he went to the library,” he answers, walking down the hall to his room.

“Oh…”

You wanted to say something more, you felt in debt to him, even Oikawa. But mostly Iwaizumi. For saving you from the creep last night, helping you with your apartment, and even wrapping your wrist today. You wish you could do anything to repay him but didn’t quite know how…

Unless.

“Hey, so,” you call Iwaizumi who stops to look at you. His gaze is soft and you feel like your heart is going to stop. “Where’s the nearest grocery store?”

“Oh, it’s not far from here. Why? Did you need something?”

“Kind of,” you look down at your feet, unable to look at how handsome he is. “I was just thinking of making you guys something… As thanks, you know. For everything.”

Iwaizumi blinks at your response. Your cheeks felt like they were heating up as you feel his prolonged stare.

“I’ll get my coat,” he says, walking past you.

“Oh, you don’t have to come with,” you plead, following behind him to the foyer.

“Well, who else is going to protect you if a creep shows up again?” he teases.

You give him a smug smile at his words. Are we joking about this now? Well, it doesn’t matter because you would quite enjoy his company anyway. Besides, you were happy to spend more time with him.

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[dreamescapeswriting]

Under The Moonlight ~ SCB

WORDS: 4.2K

GENRE: AU, Werewolf au, college au, fluffy

PAIRING: Changbin x Fem!Reader

The light flooding your bedroom woke you up at 5 am as you heard the birds on your roof starting to sing loudly, you groaned rolling over and looking out of the bedroom window. Every night you wanted to close the curtains but you never did, there was something inside of you compelling you to keep the curtains open instead. You never knew what it was thought, just a feeling inside of you that made you keep them open, 

"Morning! Do you want some tea?!" Your roommate asked from below your bedroom window, she was just coming back from her run that morning you could tell by the way she was sweating and her hair was up in a messy ponytail, 

"Please." You called out sitting down on the window seat and looking into the forest next to the house you lived in, you were in your own place closest to the university you attended with your roommates. Looking into the forest somehow brought you some kind of peace, it always had ever since you were a kid. You used to go out and get lost in there for hours until you found your way out or your father would come and find you. Even as a teenager you spent a lot of your time in there, just drawing or wandering around for hours on end, there was just something about it. Something moved within the trees and you squinted to get a better view of whatever it was but then your roommate screamed, 

"FOOD!" You looked away for a split second before going back to the trees and seeing nothing there, you shook your head thinking it was probably just your imagination and the fact that you were tired doubling up together. 

"Do you have a project due this week?" Your roommate asked as you sat at the table together, you hummed looking through your lever-arch folder, 

"I have an English assignment with Professor Namjoon and then a...Science one with Professor Hoseok." She laughed as you groaned about how much you hated science, it was pointless but the college was making you take it to pick up an extra class. 

"Science is great,"

"Easy for you to say you weren't paired up with someone who quit college last term." You slammed the folder shut wanting nothing more than for the day to be over already, it was the weekend and you were going to get the entire house to yourself. 

"When are you leaving?" You questioned Mina as she got up from the table, 

"After lunch, I'll come home, grab my stuff and get out of here. You won't miss me too much will you?" She whispered, putting her hands on your shoulders and acting as though you were a couple, 

"Oh I don't think I'll survive without you Mina," You replied sarcastically, hitting her hands as she bent down to kiss your cheek rushing towards the bathroom.

The whole day had dragged on so much you couldn't wait to get home to the empty house, Mina had already text you to tell you she was home safe and sound and now you were making your way home. It was pitch black outside thanks to the extra hours you were putting in for studying, 

"You shouldn't walk alone at night, you know that right?" A security guard said as you got out into the parking lot, you shook your head as you patted your bag.

"I have everything I need in here to keep my safe, I'll be fine." He waved you goodbye before going back to his patrolling of the grounds. You kept your hand on your bag as you walked through the streets, your house was about a ten-minute walk away so you didn't have to be worried about a lot right now, everything was under street lights until you go to your place. Then it was one light outside your place that wasn't even that great for seeing much since the bulb was out. A twig snapped from behind you and you shot around looking for whatever caused the sound, 

"Hello?" You called out turning on your phone flashlight to see who was there but there was nothing, you turned towards the forest as you got to your driveway the flashlight on your phone caught something reflective between the trees and you frowned. Nothing was supposed to be out there, no lights, no reflective surfaces so like every dumb character in a horror movie you decided to go out there and see what it was. 

"Is someone out here?" You called out as you reached the trees looking through as you poked your torch through first. A growl came from something further in the woods, the place was known for bears and the odd wolf but nothing that would make that kind of sound, 

"What the fuck?" You whispered as you headed straight into the woods, you looked up to see the moon was out and it looked amazing. Not quite a full moon yet but it was still just as gorgeous as ever, you looked back down at the ground as you kept walking, not wanting to trip over anything.

What were you doing? He kept his eye on you as you walked through the forest floor, it felt as though he was stalking you but he had to make sure you were protected. Anything could have happened to you in those woods and he was about to risk something happening to you, not when he was so drawn to you. He was about to turn back when he heard you gasp and trip over, the scent of blood filled his nose instantly and he growled loudly hearing someone coming closer towards you.

"Don't even think about," He thought in his head hoping it was just someone else in his pack that happened to be wandering around the woods that night but they only changed on a full moon, they never wanted to change with willingness like Changbin did. Whoever it was, was getting closer to you with some serious speed so Changbin rushed out, standing over you as you laid on the floor letting out a loud scream. 

There was a huge wolf around 10ft high towering over your body and growling at another one right behind you, the one behind you had dirty blonde fur with bright red eyes he was watching both you and Changbin as he backed off into the woods. The wolf above you looked down at you as if checking you were okay before making its way back into the trees, not before you got a good look at his eyes. A brown colour that somehow made you feel at home, his fur was a light brown colour, as it caught you staring it growled again, you scrambled to your feet and made your way back to the house. 

"You're just dreaming, it's just a dream. You're at the library right now and you'll wake up." A howl came from the woods behind you so you began sprinting to the house calling Mina as soon as you got reception back on your phone. 

"Call me...I'm going to sound crazy but I think I just saw a werewolf." You hung up locking the door and sprinting up to your bedroom, you looked out of the window and into the woods where a pair of brown eyes were watching you from the edge of the woods. Changbin so no use in hiding from you like he did that morning, he just watched you as you closed your curtains for the first time in the four months of you living in the house. It put him at ease watching you close the curtains, it was the one night he wasn't going to have to stay up all night in wolf form to guard your window, making sure that no one else was watching you like he was.

Monday morning rolled around and you were a lot less shaken up about everything that had happened Friday night, Mina had come back to the house on Sunday convincing you that it was probably just your mind making things up but that howl, the growls and the fact that a huge beast stood over you didn't seem something you could imagine. His eyes, you couldn't get them out of your head. You'd spent your last English lecture drawing them all over your book while your professor spoke about Emily Bronte, you'd read and analysed all of her books so it wasn't like you were missing much. But there was one thing you hadn't noticed in your lesson, new student Seo Changbin had been watching you the whole time, he'd been nervous ever since Friday night. You hadn't left your house all weekend and it bothered him, he didn't mean to scare you the way he did in his wolf form but now he was beginning to wonder if you would remember any of it. You had hit your head on the ground pretty hard when he towered above you. 

"Y/n!" Changbin could hear Mina's voice down the hallway so he looked up, you were walking towards him - or rather Mina but going past him. He wanted to reach out and say something to you but he knew it was for the best if he didn't, he pulled his bag over his shoulder ready to leave, he was meeting Chan and I.N for lunch but as he turned to walk away you bumped shoulders. He took in a deep breath of your scent as it filled his air, your eyes locked with one another as you began walking, as you kept going towards Mina your eyes stayed locked with Changbin's as if you looked away something bad would happen to you. 

"Y/n? Y/nnnnn?" You turned to see Mina who was now standing in front of you and waving her hand in your face, 

"You okay?" You nodded looking back over your shoulder at Changbin, you'd seen him around before but you didn't know who he was. 

"I think I know him..." You frowned feeling the feeling of familiarity when you looked at the guy, 

"Changbin? He's new. Transferred about three months ago, hangs out with Chan." He was still watching you closely until you turned your head back to Mina who was smiling at you, 

"Does someone have a crush?" You let her tease you as you walked towards the lunch hall together, you didn't have a crush but there was something about Changbin that made you feel like you knew him. 

Changbin and Chan smirked at one another at the table as they heard you and Mina talking, 

"He is cute and he hangs out with Chan so you know he's a great guy," Chan smirked licking his lips as he heard Mina paying him a compliment, 

"Why can't my mate be a human? That's so hot." Chan groaned looking at Mina and then to you, you were both lost in your own worlds you hadn't even felt them staring at you but Changbin snapped Chan out of his daydream. 

"Someone attacked her in the woods...I don't think she's going to be human much longer Chan..What do I do?" Chan looked at the worried-looking Changbin, 

"There isn't much to do, you've been staying in the woods every night for so long Changbin maybe you should just stop and let what happens, be." But Changbin didn't want you to end up like him, forced to change every full moon or change whenever you want. The process was agonising, all of your bones breaking so that they could conform to the wolf-like genes in your system, it was painful unless you did it so often you were used to it.

"Will you drop it? I just like his eyes...They seem familiar to me somehow." Mina faked a gasp, 

"What if he's that werewolf you saw?" Chan and Changbin froze, even though it was clearly a joke coming from Mina they both stared at one another not knowing what to do.

"You're an idiot and I have a science project, goodbye." The sound of a textbook colliding with the back of Mina's head made Changbin laugh but he disguised it as a cough when he could smell you coming closer to him.

"You're lucky, she smells insane." I.N groaned finally coming into the conversation at the last second as you walked out of the food hall, 

"Don't you have science with her? She complains that her new partner never shows up." Chan hissed looking at Changbin who stared at the door, he was supposed to be with you in class but whenever he tried to force himself into the room all he could smell was your scent which drove him insane, to the point where he couldn't control himself. 

"Class. Go. Now."

"I'm your partner...Well, your science partner...I'm supposed to sit here." The stuttering made you look up and you were almost shocked to see Changbin standing there, he smiled to himself when he heard your heart begin to race upon seeing him. It wasn't just him that was nervous about this, it was a good thing. 

"Sorry I've been avoiding science...I hate it," He chuckled taking the seat next to you, you smiled at him shaking your head and promising him that it was fine. 

"It's alright, I hate it too but I guess not all of us are handsome enough to get away with skipping." Your hand clamped over your mouth as you said more than you wanted to, he smirked at you. 

"You think I'm handsome." You kept your head down sliding him your folder full of the notes from the last three months of classes, 

"You won't even look at me now? How am I supposed to look into those beautiful eyes," You felt a heat rush through your body as he paid you a compliment and you looked at him nervously, 

"You think I have beautiful eyes," He relaxed as you finally look at him again, 

"I do, I've seen you around and you seem nice. I'm Changbin." He held his hand out for you to shake so you took it, 

"Y/n." He smiled going through your notes with you and asking you for tips on what books to study from, 

"I'm in the library tonight if you want to come by...Just to study I mean, I have my English assignment to work on as well." He did too since he was in the same English as you but he just nodded at you and began talking to you about anything he could come up with. He didn't want this time with you to go to waste.

That night after studying at the library you and Changbin were making your way out of the college, 

"I'll walk you home if you want, where are you living?" He already knew that of course, but he couldn't let you know that he knew that. It would be weird for him to know where you lived, which bedroom was yours and that every night before bed you'd crawl onto the window and stare into the woods where he could see you. 

"Just up this road, I can walk alone it's okay..." You wanted him to walk you but you didn't want to seem desperate, after getting to know him all day it felt as though you'd known him for years. 

"No..No I heard what happened on Friday I just want to make sure you got home okay-"

"Oh! I get it! It's just some big joke isn't it? See if Y/n really saw what she saw in the woods and then make everyone laugh at her?" He was scared, he had no idea where the sudden outburst of anger was coming from so he held his hands up, 

"N-No, I heard Mina-"

"Forget it! I can walk myself home!" You stormed off down the road but Changbin had a bad feeling about it so he got into the edges of the paths, sticking to the dark as he watched you. 

The whole walk home you could feel eyes on you, 

"Changbin! Seriously, stop following me I know you're there!" You yelled turning around, he came out from the dark, 

"Let me explain-" He froze when he heard a branch snap in the woods, the joys of being a werewolf his hearing was enhanced, 

"What?" You questioned looking behind you to see what he was staring at but there was nothing there, 

"Changbin? I'm still mad-" You screamed as someone grabbed you from behind and held a knife up to your side, 

"Make a move and she dies!" You whimpered against whoever was holding you, Changbin stared at them his eyes turning dark as he stared them down. 

"Leave her alone!" It almost came out as a growl but you whimpered feeling the knife digging into your stomach, as soon as the thug made a move Changbin changed into his werewolf form within seconds, towering over the man who dropped both you and the knife scrambling away towards the houses further down the road. You crawled back on your hands looking as the werewolf from Friday night came over to you, it whined falling down onto the floor in front of you and staring at you. 

"C-Changbin?" It nodded its head and you froze looking at him, his eyes were just like his human eyes, 

"It was you last week...I thought Mina was going insane..." You whispered reaching out your hand shakily to stroke his fur, his lips parted as he began panting heavily like a dog would. Then the door to your house started to unlock, within seconds Mina was at the door staring at you on the floor. 

"Why are you sat on the floor?!"

"I was-" You looked to see where Changbin had gone but the giant 10-foot werewolf was nowhere to be seen, you just grabbed your bag from the floor and ran towards the house trying to think about what you had seen. 

As expected your curtains were open but this time your window was too, you were sitting there looking into the woods so Changbin made his way out and over to your lawn. It was almost 3 am, you were supposed to be asleep but you were wide awake. You hadn't been able to get the thought of Changbin being a wolf out of your head for hours, 

"Changbin?" He nodded his head and you looked around deciding to climb down the pipe next to your window, Changbin rushed to the bottom ready to catch you if you slipped but you stared at him patting his head softly. 

"So I'm not insane." You whispered looking at him as he brushed his head on your leg, 

"You know I wish I could speak to you." He smirked to himself thinking about what it would mean if you ever became something like him, it would mean the rest of your lives together since wolfs barely aged, but it would also mean someone would have to hurt you...Someone like him. He growled at the thought of it when a branch snapped again, your eyes darted to the woods. The same glowing red eyes were there like Friday night, he knew it was someone who was supposed to Change you but he didn't want that yet, he wanted you to change when the time was right. 

"Changbin...What is that?" A large howl sounded and about 6 more pairs of glowing red eyes began to come out from the woods, Changbin knew who they were. It was the other pack that lived in the town, he brushed against you knocking you so you were sitting on his back. 

"CHANGBIN!" You screamed as he began to rush off in the opposite direction as if you knew what you were doing you held onto his fur not wanting to slip from his body. Glancing over your shoulder you could see the other wolves gaining speeds and catching up to you, Changbin wasn't as fit as they were, they were living on humans while Chan, I.N and Changbin were living on a diet of mostly animals not wanting to disturb anyone with the curse they had.

"Shit!" You screamed letting go for a second and slipping from Changbin, he hadn't noticed until he heard you scream out in agony. You cried out holding onto the bite one of the wolves had left on your arm, it was like a burning sensation ripped through your skin making you scream out in anguish as Changbin pulled you up with his teeth.

"C-Changbin." You panted as he kept running in the direction of his own place, Chan would know what to do. Chan could fix it and make sure you weren't going to end up like them. 

Your head felt like it was on fire when you came around, you looked up to see you were laying in a bedroom you didn't know, there were awards on the wall with Changbin's name on them, 

"You're awake! Chan! She's awake," You stared at Changbin going to move when you felt a pain rip through your shoulder, 

"Mother of god!" You cried out looking at your shoulder, you were in an oversized shirt that exposed one shoulder, it was covered in a bandage. Images of the night before came flooding back to you, the werewolf that bit you. 

"A-Am I?" Changbin's eyes moved away from yours once the door opened, Chan handed you some pain killers and water. 

"By tonight you'll be in more pain so get used to it," Changbin punched Chan in the arm, 

"I'm telling her the truth, it's a full moon...She needs to be mentally prepared for what's coming..." There were so many questions in your head that you needed answers for but Chan had no time for them, 

"I have class, I'll tell the school you're both sick..." The door shut and you were left alone with Changbin who gave you a sympathetic look, 

"I didn't want this to happen...You weren't supposed to become one of us."

"One of you...Y-You mean I'm going to change into..." You couldn't say the words so you just made fangs with your fingers and then growled at him which made him chuckle softly, 

"Yeah, that." You knew you should have been freaking out but somewhere deep inside it felt as though you knew it was going to happen one day.

"Can I control it like you do?" He nodded at you, 

"With practice, it's possible you can learn to. Aren't you scared?" You pulled your knees into your chest, wincing at the pain in caused in your shoulder but you shook your head. 

"N-No? I should be, right? But I'm just not..." He'd heard stories of humans that had been changed through the bite not being worried about it. 

"Does it feel like you've always known?" You nodded at him explaining your fascination with the woods since you were a kid and it began to make sense for him. It could be the reason you were mates, someone made for the woods and someone made in the woods but he wasn't going to tell you that you. You'd had enough with the whole werewolf news, for now, he would keep it a secret until he had to tell you or you found out on your own.

You giggled as Changbin came back to the house last, 

"You're getting slower." You laughed looking at him as he changed back into his human form, you'd been a werewolf for four months now and learnt to control your impulses rather quickly. 

"You're just new at this," He grumbled wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you softly, a groan could be heard from the porch steps, it was Chan. 

"Guys stop it, it's disgusting. We get it. You're mates." He got a smack from Mina who was kissing him goodbye, 

"They're being romantic,"

"They've had four full moons to be romantic, stop it, it's gross." You smirked kissing Changbin again. On your second full moon, it became clear what Changbin was for you and neither of you could stay apart from the other after that, spending every night and day together for as long as you could.

"Just wait till she's in heat, you'll be begging them to stop," Chan smirked pushing his way past you and Changin as he rushed off towards the woods jumping and turning into a wolf in the air just to show off in front of Mina. 

"Heat? As in like a dog?! You're going to be whining like my puppy did? No! No fucking way, when that happens you're in the woods." She shut the door on you making you giggle and turn to look at Chanbin who had a giant grin on his face, 

"Funny that she thinks you'll even come home the whole time you're in heat, I won't be able to keep my paws off you." You rolled your eyes, 

"Like you can anyway," You smirked kissing him roughly as you made out under the moonlight together, your hands tangling into his hair as he carried you into the house.

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[lupinblacktheone]

"So, I was thinking": a modern college!AU:

Johnny is bored. He has already finished all of his crosswords; all of his friends are busy minding their own business and won't pick up their phones.

Classes won't begin until next Monday. Johnny arrived at his dorm last night and he doesn't know when his roommate will be there. All he knows about this person is his name: LaRusso, Daniel.

Wondering about this mysterious boy could set Johnny free from his boredom. Is he a nerd? Or a drama kid? Johnny hopes he won't sing all the time. Of course he likes music (who doesn't?), but musicals... he isn't ready for them yet.

It would be nice to have some common likings with him. Maybe horror movies or breakfast for dinner (well, Johnny is so broke that he eats it for all meals, basically).

Remembering the old times, which weren't good, not at all, tugs at Johnny's heartstrings. He doesn't miss arguing with his parents all the time, but he certainly liked not having to iron his clothes himself. And he misses messing around with Tommy, Jimmy, Bobby and Dutch after school.

Oh, and Karate! Johnny misses it so much that it hurts. He couldn't find a Karate club to join (is this a thing? In Johnny's opinion, it should be. There are clubs for everything in this campus. If he can't find one, he'll form one). Maybe he can practice with Daniel and he could be the second member of the Karate club.

"Hello! I'm Daniel!"

Johnny stares at the boy. He's short, dark-haired and has round brown eyes.

"Johnny", the blond boy gets up, approaches Daniel and shakes his hand. "Can I help you unpacking?"

"Please", Daniel sighs and rubs his neck. "My mother just dropped me off and turned the car around. I barely had time to say goodbye. Can you believe it? I think she wants to rent my room while I'm gone, but I don't think I'll be going home anytime soon. How about you?"

Obviously, the first thing Johnny learns about Daniel is: he's a chatterbox. Second thing: he's from Jersey. He lives with his mother and would love to learn martial arts, but her mother wouldn’t let him because she’s afraid he will get hurt.

"I know Karate", Johnny confesses with a little smile.

***

Sometimes, Johnny regrets having told Daniel about his passion for Karate, because the kid didn't stop begging Johnny for some classes until he finally gave up.

Their dorm is too small and they would destroy it sparring there, so Johnny decides to have the class outside, behind the gym. Daniel said he would meet Johnny there after dinner (and yes, Daniel also has breakfast for all meals, since he is just as broke as Johnny).

December is on the way, so Johnny is wearing as much sweaters as he can (including his Cobra Kai jacket). He leans his back against the red brick wall and puts a cigarette between his lips.

Daniel shows up some minutes later, carrying a heavy messenger bag on his shoulder and wrapped in hoodies and coats (he has lots of cool hoodies; Johnny loves to borrow them and he is using the baseball one right now).

"Ugh", Daniel puts the bag down, massaging his shoulder.

"Are you ok?", Johnny asks with a worried look on his face.

"Perfect. Let's do this."

They get on fighting positions and spar for a while. When they get tired, they walk back to their room, peacefully talking about the day.

"Let me carry this for you", Johnny picks the messenger bag, even though Daniel has already bent to pull it.

He places it over his shoulder and Daniel walks beside him, ranting about his lame Calculus professor.

"I couldn't convince Mrs. Warter to postpone the paper's due date", Johnny complains when Daniel asks about his day. "I'll be lucky if I get a C on it."

"Do you want me to help you?"

Yes, please, he almost answers. Johnny enjoys having Daniel around. They don't have many common likings besides Karate and breakfast food, but he really enjoys staying up late with him, sharing their only desk (Johnny begun to work as a cashier in a store near the campus and Daniel writes other people's assignments for money and they are saving money to improve the place) and laptops on study sessions. Or to spend rare and lazy Sundays in their room, doing crosswords (Daniel bought some magazines and gave to Johnny). Or to share breakfast meals in the middle of the night because they can't sleep.

"Are you free tonight?", he asks, his voice sounds desperate, just as his eyes.

"Is this a study session or a date?", Daniel replies jokingly and raises an eyebrow. "Sure. I can help you."

Johnny opens his laptop and shows Daniel what he's working on.

"I mean, it's not bad, but could use some adjustments here and there. Let's get to work."

Daniel presses the keyboard keys hard with strong movements that emulate a pianist, but with perfectly tied hair. His brain is formulating what should be in the text and getting rid of what shouldn't be read by Johnny's professor.

"I think we're done here", Daniel declares.

"Thanks. I'm gonna buy you a coffee tomorrow, with extra cream."

"Much appreciated", the boy winks and Johnny's heart skips a beat. "So, I was thinking..."

"What a miracle", Johnny teases, smiling to distract Daniel from his blushing ears.

"Anyway, are you going home for Christmas?"

"I don't think so. You?"

"Also no. I don't have enough money for a ticket to Parsipanny."

Daniel looks at Johnny for a moment. His blue eyes are usually shiny, but now... he's more than just sad. Johnny looks depressed and scared.

"Are you alright?", Daniel reaches for Johnny's hand. "You can talk to me. I'm here for you."

Johnny doesn't talk. Instead, he goes for a hug. A big and warm hug. He clings onto Daniel as if he was the only thing keeping him from being blown away.

He doesn't want to cry. However, he can't fight the tears anymore. Daniel holds Johnny, trying to keep him together only with his bare hands. He doesn't try to whisper comfort words in Johnny's ear, he just stays there, providing his roommate all the support he can.

That night, Johnny falls asleep in Daniel's arms. He has never felt this safe before.

The next morning, Johnny rushes to the closest cafe shop to get the nicest cup they have. He drops by the dorm to put the coffee on the desk with a note: To the best roommate ever. Thank you for everything. Love, J.

He sends the paper to Mrs. Warter as soon as he takes a seat in the computer lab for his first class, hoping Daniel's help can save his poor ass from failing Warter's class.

A few hours later, Johnny is waiting for the last class to begin so he can get to work. Not that he likes standing up by a counter telling old people where they can find raisins, plum juice and other things old people buy. But at least, he gets to listen to his music and does little pieces of homework between a client and another.

There is something Johnny can't do at the store: see Daniel. Too bad they don't take many classes together, because every time Johnny sees Daniel entering the classroom, the world changes. It becomes brighter and more beautiful. He knows it's cliché, but Johnny is tired of pretending to be the perfect son, athlete... he just wants to be Johnny.

And Johnny is brave.

"So, I was thinking...", Johnny says when Daniel sits by his side.

"That's unusual", Daniel lets out that amusement air through his nose. "What is it?"

"Do you wanna go out? With... with me?"

That is really unusual. Johnny never was this reticent before. Not even when he noticed he had a crush on Ali Mills.

“Yeah, sure. When?”

“How about Friday? My shift ends at 5:30.”

“Sounds great.”

***

Johnny spends Christmas in his dorm, with Daniel. They curl up on Johnny’s bed, wrapped in Daniel’s hoodies, solving crosswords puzzles and drinking tea while listening to Johnny’s music. Neither of them wants to talk about their families.

Growing up as an only child, Johnny never had to share his things. He wouldn’t even allow Ali to read his poetry (he wrote some about her, tho), or let his friends go through his Spotify playlist. Not because he's embarrassed to like these songs, but because the lyrics describe him so perfectly that he's not comfortable with someone listening to it in front of him.

When he met Daniel and found out they could be good friends (maybe more than that? Johnny certainly hopes so), he felt an urge to take the boy on a journey through his world. First, they shared Karate, then crossword puzzles and went on and on, discovering little things about one another.

“Huh… I couldn’t get you anything for Christmas, so I wrote you a poem. Wanna hear it?”

Daniel doesn’t say anything, just gets closer to him as Johnny clears his throat and searches his notebook for his newest composition. Once he finds it, he puts the paper in front of his eyes (he was brave enough to ask the boy out, but not to have that lovely brown eyes gazing at him while he reads his feelings out.)

“I loved it, Johnny. Now get ready for your present.”

Johnny doesn’t close his eyes when his lips are pressed by Daniel’s mouth. It feels so good that they do it again and again until they fall asleep, holding each other.

***

Graduation is almost here. Most students have moved from the dorms or plan to do it soon. Daniel and Johnny, on the other hand, haven’t mentioned the matter yet. As you can imagine, they don’t want to live with their families again. The only thing Johnny wants is to stay with Daniel and he wonders if Daniel wants the same thing.

“Hey, Danny”, it was supposed to be a nice and quiet study session before the finals, but Johnny can’t hold this down any longer. “I was thinking… do you wanna live with me?”

“Are you kidding me? You’re never getting rid of me, blondie.”

#lawrusso #daniel larusso #johnny lawrence #college au #fanfic #Johnny's POV

[my-autistic-things]

I've never been in a situation where I've just straight up could not cope with my mental illness bc schoolwork is always a priority in my mind. It isn't "I have to do this uggghhhh" I have to do things there isn't any sort of choice in the matter, if there is a deadline for an assignment, I will meet it. Full stop. My brain doesn't work another way. (Ambiguous or no deadlines are a completely different story tho lol). Anyways, this week has been so bad. I had a paper due on Monday, but an extension could be granted with a "hey letting you know it won't be done today, I'll get it to you tomorrow/Wednesday/whenever" email to the professor. He's great and understands that life happens and wants quality work, not just work. So I met with him on Monday about my paper to discuss possible topics and verify my idea is a good one to write about and said hey this might get done by tonight, maybe worst case Wednesday night and he said totally fine just send it when its done. Ensue even worse depression, I did not even open up a document to start writing my paper. I emailed him at 3:30am last night (Thursday night/Friday morning) saying that I am having a bad depressive episode and I haven't worked on my paper yet (but I am trying really hard, I'm not just shrugging it off), I'm not sure when it will be done, but my realistic goal is Sunday night. This was his response:

"Hi Max,

Thanks for letting me know and I'm so sorry you're struggling right now. Do you have support? If not, let me know. Having trustworthy back up when things get tough is so important.

Sunday night sounds fine but don't push yourself if you are still suffering. Keep me in the loop. I'm around to talk if the need arises."

Is he not the best professor wtf????? I appreciate him so much. Every single professor should be on this level.

#college

[apathycarestostudy]

Academic Success Tips from My Parents

Out of all the things my parents enforced in my siblings and I, the most profound were educational and life success tips. Legit would get 100% regardless of the subject/ course/ workload. Here’s a bunch of them.

Before class:

Spend no more than a quarter of the journey to class chilling. 

Organize your study materials according to subject. Files and folders in the back, then textbooks, then notebooks. Stationery in appropriate places.

Always carry a folder full of blank sheets (plain, graphed, all the kinds!).

Fix your bag before you sleep. Hang your wristwatch on the strap so you don’t forget it when you go.

Clear your desk/study area as soon as you’re done - you’re not allowed to move out of that spot until you do.

If you have a study journal/ school diary/ study guide, read it everyday before class. 

Be the first one there, at least 15 minutes early (30 mins to an hour early is favourable).

If the teacher walks in, you better greet them with a smile, regardless if they’re crabby or not. Everyday.

You have the option to relax and do whatever before the teacher walks in. However, you have to preview the lesson before it starts. No exceptions.

Make ‘preview’ notes, which is basically little helpful tidbits about what’s to come, stuff you’re not sure about, questions and guides, how formulas connect - literally anything that’ll make the class go smoother for you.

During class:

You can talk to your friends before class, but as soon as it starts, not a word or glance in their direction.

Have all your materials either out if you have the space, or within reach. 

Listen carefully and take notes where appropriate (on printed ppts, on the corners and margins of the textbook, or an actual notebook), always, every class. There’s no such thing as ‘I didn’t take any notes today’ or ‘There wasn’t anything going on’. 

Always write the date and the day. Make an index as you go.

No highlighters during class. Underline textbooks with pencil only, and use pencils for sketches.

Whenever a teacher assigns work or extra readings or reference materials, write them down - always. Optional or not.

You better write down test/ quiz/ exam dates, even if they’re happening the next day and you’ll obviously remember. 

Speaking of exams, if the teacher mentions that word, write down everything they say, dialogue tags and all.

Answer as much questions as you can. It would be favourable if you answer twice per class or more, but it’s fine if you don’t. Your performance matters more.

Give people a chance to answer and ask questions.

Listen to what they’re saying and what response the teacher gives, even if you know it. Listening skills are important.

If an exercise is assigned during class, get on it like it’s an exam, and show the teacher your work (if possible) for corrections.  

If there’s a couple minutes before the class ends, but the teacher’s lesson finished for whatever reason (a final exercise is going on and you finished, they’re taking questions etc.) you keep to yourself if you’re not talking to the teacher. Read a book, do some work, anything productive.

You can help your friends and classmates now. Never say no, even if you’re not sure, say so and let them know you’re willing to struggle with them for a solution.

If you lend stationery, get it back before you bounce.

Arrange your materials backwards as you go through the day.

If you have another class right after, you better get over there immediately. It doesn’t matter if you’ve gotten more than enough time to mess around. Take your friends if you if you’d like.

During breaks:

Study, read, review, or preview. Something light for at least a quarter of the break this time.

If someone asks for help, help them (again). It’s good practice for you to see if you understand, and it’s good practice for when you go out into the world.

NEVER GO TO TEACHERS UNLESS IT’S ABSOLUTELY DETRIMENTAL.

If you have nothing light you can do, you can do whatever. 

After class:

Start by finishing all your homework. It isn’t due this week? Doesn’t matter. Always do your homework as soon as it’s assigned.

Once you’re done with your homework, check your study journal/ school diary/ study guide again. Take note of what’s coming up.

stUDY NOW PLEASE. All the subjects / courses you’ll have tomorrow should be either a) memorized if you didn’t have more than an hour of homework time or b) read and reviewed and tried and tested if you did. 

You can use highlighters now. Make summary notes and formula master lists. 

Organize your stuff again. 

You’re caught up with everything and barely did an hour today? Time to bust out the optional readings then.

You have no extra stuff too? Time to go on the computer and get some resources yourself. 

If there’s a big project, plan every step with excessively precise details. Follow them. Don’t forget to add buffers in case you miss something.

You missed something? Plan all over again. 

Go to sleep by 7 if you’re in school and 10 if you’re in college. You haven’t finished studying? I’ll wake you up at 3/4 in the morning then.

Did I mention do your assignments the day they’re assigned to you?

No relaxing till the weekend. You wake up, go to classes, come back, shower, eat, then study until you go to bed. Oh, and lay out your clothes right down to the shoes and socks (accessories too) right before you do.

Weekends:

Sike. You only get one day off. 

(Legit tho, back in the day, my work week was from Sunday to Thursday, and my parents would allow Thursday night and half of Friday off. We had to get up at eight-thirty in the morning max and study until lunch with zero breaks. Lunch would usually be at 1:30 pm. You can forget about most of Saturday too. We’d study till lunch, then have to go back again until late afternoon (about 5:30 pm - 4:30 if we were lucky). And then of course, since we were starting back on Sunday, we’d be in bed by 7. People would wonder how in the world we’d be able to sleep at 7 with all that we had to do as students - now you know.)

Don’t get me started on exams lol. This may seem harsh, but without this type of discipline, I wouldn’t be doing as okay as I do now with the subpar standards I’ve seemed to developed in college. Well. I’ve got a bunch of other things I used to do (some still do), as these are only the ones I could remember on the top of my head. More coming soon maybe?

Hope this helps you!

EDIT: DISCLAIMER: I AM NOT ADVOCATING ILL-HEALTH. THIS IS ONLY THE ACADEMIC ASPECT OF MY LIFE, NOT THE ENTIRETY OF IT. IF YOU’RE TRIGGERED, READ THIS. THANKSS.

#i literally typed this with zero pause #still scarred #but grateful ig #study tips #study advice #study motivation #studyblr #study hard #study blog #study notes #academic success #education #educational tips #procrastination tips #studyinspo #engineering studyblr #chemical engineering studyblr #life tips #life advice #exam tips #study movitation #apathycarestostudy #this is why i suffer from imposter syndrome lol

[king-finnigan]

20 Teacher Au, and 44. Flowers of Romance, geraskier.

It all started when Ciri went to elementary school. Her teacher was a man called Jaskier, and, by the gods, Geralt has never had such conflicting emotions about someone and it infuriates him to no end.

Jaskier is annoying. Just flat-out annoying. If he’s not talking, he’s singing. He wears colours so bright it hurts Geralt’s eyes, but no colour could match the brightness of his mood. Geralt still cannot understand how someone can be in a good mood all day every day, least of all someone who deals with a class of 30 seven year-olds every day.

But then again, it seems like Jaskier is, besides Ciri, the only person in his life who appears genuinely excited to see him. And yes, while his talking and singing is annoying to no end, he also has a very soothing voice that can cheer even Geralt up after a bad day at the office. And of course, Ciri adores the guy, and if Ciri’s happy, Geralt’s happy.

So yeah, he may be incredibly annoyed by the man, but he’s also... not, at the same time? It makes Geralt’s head hurt every time he tries to sort out what he’s feeling, so he avoids doing that as much as possible.

Until the day after Christmas break. He’s standing in the fairly large hall on his own, waiting for Ciri to put on her snowboots. It’s just the two of them, since Ciri is one of the few children who needs after-school care. Geralt wishes he could pick her up the same time as all the other parents, but his job doesn’t allow him to leave sooner, and it’s just him - after all, Yen took off only a few short months after Ciri was born, leaving him alone with the baby.

He sighs a bit, patiently waiting as his daughter shows him how she had learned to tie her shoelaces that day, and, although it takes her ages to do, and it barely qualifies as a knot, he feels pride swell in his chest.

“Well done,” he tells her, as he takes her coat from the hanger on the wall, helping his little girl put it on.

“Ah, good to see the princess and her brave knight reunited at last!” Ciri giggles and Geralt looks up, barely able to keep a small smile off his face when he sees Jaskier in the doorway to the teacher’s lounge. The man has his arms spread out dramatically, and while, yes, Geralt is fighting a smile, he’s also fighting not to roll his eyes at the sight.

He waits for Jaskier to take his guitar and start composing a little song in the middle of the hallway, like he so often does. But today, he doesn’t.

Geralt frowns, worry flaring up in his chest when he sees the bags under Jaskier’s eyes, when he notices the paleness of his skin, the hollowness of his cheeks, the tiredness in his eyes. “Everything okay?” he asks, before he can stop himself.

Jaskier laughs, quite unconvincingly. “Everything’s great! Just a bit under the weather, unfortunately.” The teacher shrugs. “Anyways, have a lovely evening, you two, and I’ll see you guys tomorrow!”

Geralt nods, and Jaskier disappears back into the teacher’s lounge.

---

On the ride back home, he looks at Ciri. “Has Jaskier been like that all day?”

She looks at him. “Like what?”

He shrugs, looking back at the road. “I don’t know... he seemed a bit... sad.”

She nods. “He said it’s... it’s...” she frowns a bit, trying to remember the words “seasoning... seasoning... it started with a D.”

“Seasonal depression?” She nods. 

“What’s that, daddy?”

He shrugs again, not sure how to explain it. “It means he’s uh...” he frowns “he’s homesick for summer.”

She nods sagely, looking out of the window.

And maybe he lies awake that night, thinking about how much it had pained him to see Jaskier so sad. And maybe he doesn’t, because he shouldn’t.

Jaskier is Ciri’s teacher, for Christ’s sake.

And yet.

---

The next day, instead of going straight to the elementary school after work, like he always does, he stops at a florist first. He curses himself for doing this, but his feet carry him into the store, his hands pick out a bouquet of blue flowers and pay the cashier, all the while his mind is screaming at him that this is such a stupid idea. 

He puts the flowers in the backseat of the car, taking one bright blue... well, whatever it is. He has no idea what these flowers are called, and he hadn’t paid much attention to the saleslady when she had explained every single type of flower in the bouquet.

He now puts the single flower in the seat next to him, driving to the school.

Once there, he waits patiently while Ciri puts on her snow boots, looking around him to see if the coast is clear. There’s no one else in sight, so he quickly walks over to the large filing cabinet next to the door to the teacher’s lounge.

Each little drawer has the name of a teacher on it, and Jaskier had explained at the beginning of the school year that parents or children could put assignments or letters in there if they had forgotten to give them during the day, and that he would check it every night before going home.

Now, Geralt looks for the drawer with Jaskier’s name. He looks around one last time when he finds it - still no one else but him and Ciri. He opens it quickly, putting the bright blue flower in the drawer before shutting it again.

He doesn’t know why he’s doing this. And doesn’t know why he hopes it’ll cheer Jaskier up, if only a little bit.

He doesn’t know why he can’t stop imagining Jaskier’s face when he finds the flower. He doesn’t know why he takes the rest of the bouquet inside, putting it in a vase. He doesn’t know why he can’t stop thinking about the flowers and the way they match Jaskier’s eyes when he’s lying in bed that night.

He doesn’t know why he puts the vase of flowers in the car the next morning.

He doesn’t know why, when he’s coming back from work the next day, Wednesday, he takes another one of the flowers before going into the school.

He doesn’t know why he asks Ciri how Jaskier seemed that day. He doesn’t know why he feels warmth bloom in his chest when she tells him Jaskier seemed to smile a bit more than the previous day. He doesn’t know why his heart makes somersaults when she tells him that Jaskier had a blue flower tucked behind his ear the entire day. 

Yet, he does.

He shouldn’t be doing this, he knows, should definitely not be feeling this, as the man is Ciri’s teacher, for Christ’s sake. Shouldn’t be taking another flower with him when he goes to pick up Ciri the next day. Shouldn’t be doing the same thing the day after that.

Yet, he does.

---

He puts the bouquet in the kitchen Friday afternoon. They’re wilted on Sunday, and he throws them out, a strange ache in his chest when he does so.

On Monday, on his way back from work, he buys another bouquet. Orange, this time.

On Wednesday, when he drops off Ciri in the morning, something flutters in his chest when Jaskier greets them at the door with a bright, orange flower tucked behind his ear. The fluttering grows wilder when the teacher smiles at him.

He doesn’t sleep that night.

The next week, he buys yellow flowers. The week after that, pink ones. After that, red. Then blue again. 

---

The week after that, it’s spring break, and on Friday, Geralt buys an orange bouquet, putting half of it in Jaskier’s drawer. 

The other half, he puts in the kitchen. On Thursday, Ciri points out he won’t stop staring at it. He tells her it’s because it reminds him of spring. He realizes a few hours later that that’s because every time he looks at it, he feels butterflies flutter in his stomach.

---

The next Monday, he doesn’t buy another bouquet. After all, he only did it to cheer Jaskier up due to his seasonal depression. Now that the days are growing longer and warmer again, he won’t need it anymore, Geralt reasons.

He doesn’t know why he feels sad about that fact. Yet, he does.

On Tuesday, Ciri tells him Jaskier seemed sad again, smiling even less than he did the first day after Christmas break.

On Wednesday, Geralt buys yellow flowers.

Before he can stop himself, he puts a little paper in the drawer as well. You smile brighter than the sun, it says.

On Thursday, Ciri tells him she has never seen Jaskier happier.

---

Every Monday, he buys a new bouquet. Every Wednesday, he leaves a little note with the flower.

He doesn’t know why he’s doing this, doesn’t know why his heart thrums wildly in his chest every time he sees a flower tucked behind Jaskier’s ear or in the button of one of his overly bright shirts, doesn’t know why he can’t sleep at night every time Jaskier smiles at him. And yet, he does.

---

His heart aches when it’s the end of the school year. One last time, he stops at the florist shop on Monday. He buys a bouquet of white roses. He leaves a note in the drawer along with two roses every day of the week. He barely sleeps anymore.

It shouldn’t matter that he won’t see Jaskier for at least two months, it shouldn’t matter that he won’t be Ciri’s teacher anymore next year and Geralt won’t have any excuse to talk to him, it shouldn’t matter that Jaskier will probably forget about the flowers over summer break. It shouldn’t matter. Yet, to Geralt, it does.

---

On Friday, he’s not greeted by Ciri in the hall of the school, as he usually is, but by Jaskier. Geralt is glad he hid the roses and the note in his jacket. 

He frowns when Jaskier walks up to him, something in those bright, blue eyes he can’t quite identify. 

“Everything okay? Did something happen to Ciri?” Geralt feels slight panic clawing at his throat, though it subdues when Jaskier smiles and shakes his head.

“No, she’s still playing with the other kids.” He shuffles from one foot to another. “I just... wanted to talk to you... alone.”

Geralt blinks, frowns again. “Sure, okay. What did you want to talk about?”

Jaskier smiles at him, though he looks a bit uncertain. “I know. About the flowers.”

Geralt feels the blood drain from his face, then return tenfold. “How long?” he manages to choke out.

Jaskier smiles again, looking at the floor, and the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes makes Geralt’s heart flip. “February. Ciri told me there was an orange bouquet in the back of your car that moved to the kitchen over the weekend.” He smiles, shaking his head. “And you’ve never seemed like a flower guy to me, especially not orange ones.”

Geralt nods, feeling the blush creep further up his neck. His ears are probably red by now, he knows. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” He can’t meet Jaskier’s eyes, can’t look away from his shoes.

He hears Jaskier coming closer, sees bright, red vans appearing in his field of vision. He finally looks up, meeting eyes the colour of the summer sky. 

“Do you have flowers with you now?” Jaskier asks, face alight with curiosity.

Geralt nods, taking them from his jacket, handing them to Jaskier. Too late, he realizes the note is still attached to them, but they’re in the teacher’s hands before he can take it back. Oh no. 

He feels his face go pale again, as Jaskier folds the note open, reading what’s inside. 

That morning, Geralt hadn’t been sure what to write anymore. Sure, he’d been writing little compliments for weeks, but for this last day, he had wanted to write something special. Fuck it, he had decided, putting the tip of his pen on the paper, writing down the words, folding the note closed, attaching it to the two white roses, before he could change his mind.

He now watches in horror as Jaskier’s eyes widen when he reads the last note of the year, that simply says ‘I love you’.

Geralt’s heart thrums wildly in his chest, breath caught in his lungs, as Jaskier stares at the note for a few seconds. Then, the teacher looks up, lightly scoffing, eyes incredulous.

And Geralt doesn’t know why there’s something twisting in the pit of his stomach, doesn’t know why his hands are trembling, doesn’t know why he feels something breaking in his chest. And yet, he does.

“Well, shit,” Jaskier mutters, “why the hell didn’t you say that sooner?”

Geralt frowns, and he barely manages to choke out a “what?” before Jaskier moves forward, one hand holding the roses against his chest, the other on the back of Geralt’s neck, pressing their lips together.

Geralt freezes for a second, before pulling Jaskier closer, kissing him back. The butterflies he’s been feeling in his stomach all year futter around as if caught in a hurricane, and warmth spreads across his chest when Jaskier pulls back a bit, sighing against Geralt’s lips.

“Wait,” Geralt mutters, frowning. “If you knew it was me, why didn’t you say so sooner?”

Jaskier shrugs, thumb absentmindedly running across the skin at the back of Geralt’s neck, sending shivers down his spine. “I thought you might stop. I didn’t want you to.” He leans forward, pressing his forehead against Geralt’s. “I still don’t want you to,” he whispers.

Geralt shrugs, smiling. “Well, it’s the summer holidays. I don’t have a choice but to stop. But,” he adds quickly, when Jaskier frowns, pecking a small kiss to the teacher’s lips, “I’ll buy you all the flowers you want, if you let me.”

Jaskier smiles and by the gods, it’s the most beautiful thing Geralt has seen since the first time he held Ciri in his arms.

Speaking of-

“Why are you two kissing?” comes her voice from behind Jaskier, and the teacher turns around, blush creeping up his neck.

“Do you tell her or should I?” he whispers to Geralt. 

“I’ll do it,” he whispers back. He walks forward, kneeling in front of Ciri, who looks between them, green eyes alight with curiosity. “So, the story is this...”

#aj-that-person #squish answers #the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #cirilla of cintra #drabble #ask game #also i listened to somewhere only we know by lily allen on repeat while writing #10/10 would recommend #fluff #yes the last line is a her sweet kiss reference #sue me

[svtxsoju]

01. crush that hangover! | dear miss soju

ღ Synopsis: College is hard. Love is even harder. Good thing the students of Mansae University can write in to Miss Soju, the campus’ very own romance advice columnist! The only problem is she’s never been in a relationship. Ever. There’s no telling what kind of chaos she may cause in the love lives of several of MU’s most eligible bachelors. Too bad no one knows who she really is!  ღ Characters/Pairings: college AU! Seventeen & OC’s, Pairings TBA! ღ Genre: Romantic Comedy, Slice of Life ღ Warning(s): Mentions of alcohol, underage drinking, mentions of sex, language, bad jokes ღ Word Count: 5.0k words  ღ Binu’s Note: ever stare at a selfie so long that it looks weird? ya that’s this chapter for me. there were just so many elements that i wanted to get right, but i kept changing things and now i can’t look at it anymore :c i’ll properly proofread it later, but for now enjoy!! i have some other content ima post later so i’m p excited for that hehehe anyway ya happy friday!!! 

《 ⊛ Author’s Note & Credits ⊛ Disclaimer ⊛ Masterlist ⊛ 》

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Monday, September 2, 2019 9:05AM

This was not how Joohyun had imagined her first day at The Front. Whenever she described this moment to Jihoon, she was very clear about the way she would walk in so confidently that the senior writers would wonder why they forgot to email her an invite to their 8:30 meeting. Jihoon, who relished in raining on her parade, predicted that they wouldn’t even know her name. But she had no time for his blunt realism, because she had been living as a made-up person since June and her corporate daydreams were the only things keeping her sane. She knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but she figured that once they saw her talent, everything would be just fine.

So it’s not difficult to imagine Joohyun’s distress when she just barely stumbled into the office this morning, nursing a mind-melting hangover. 

She should have known she would be a goner when the sports section interns had challenged her to a drinking game at last night’s welcome party. Her drinking partner, a small girl interning at HR, had only made it two shots in before falling asleep on her lap. For the record, she had still made sure that she was the last intern standing (although she definitely wasn’t the same bright-eyed freshman that could chug a pitcher of soju and beer just to spite Jihoon). Looking around the office, she felt a little relieved to find that the other interns were suffering just as much as her, if their slumped positions and pained groans told her anything. So much for giving a good first impression.

Joohyun was trying her best not to look like she was two steps from an early grave when she was approached by a big woman with a laptop in her arms. She awkwardly bowed her head to greet her, but the woman’s gaze never left the screen of her Macbook. “Miss… Joonyoung?”

“Oh, that’s not--” 

“You’re the new advice column intern, correct?” 

“Oh. Yes, that’s me, but that’s not my--” 

“I’ll show you to your desk.” Without so much as a glance, the woman turned on her heel, now typing furiously on her laptop. Joohyun followed behind glumly.

This was all Jihoon’s fault. 

“So, how’s your first day going?” Jihoon asked over his bowl of ramen. He flagged down the tall waiter and ordered a bowl of rice.

“Fine,” was Joohyun’s curt answer. In truth, it was far from ideal. She had watched longingly as all the other interns were assigned with their first projects, while she was left with an empty inbox. How was she supposed to write an advice column when there was no one asking her for advice? She spent most of the morning familiarizing herself with the previous entries of The Front’s dating advice column, the most recent of which dated to the newspaper’s May issue… from 1997. 

When her supervisor told her to take a lunch break, she had made a beeline to meet Jihoon at the restaurant near the cafe he worked at. Now that she was sitting in front of him though, she wasn’t quite ready to confess that her dream job was much more mundane than she expected. “Hey, wasn’t this a fried chicken shop last semester?” 

“That bad, huh?” Jihoon clicked his tongue. Joohyun sighed - she didn’t know why she even tried to hide anything from him when he’s known her for 12 years. He probably knew some parts of her better than she did. “Come on Joo, don’t give up on Miss Soju so easily. It’s just because you’re a little hungover. We watched The Notebook like five times this summer! What more do you need to know about true love? Do you want me to set you up on another date with that freakishly tall dude for more hands-on experience? Ah, speak of the devil!” 

“Thanks, Mingyu.” Joohyun took the bowl of rice and gave the server a sweet smile, which greatly contrasted with the glare she shot at Jihoon soon after. The server, a stunning boy with jet-black hair and tanned skin, stuck his tongue out at Jihoon. She waited until Mingyu went to the other side of the restaurant to serve a rowdy group of boys to whisper-shout at Jihoon. “Can you try not to expose my identity to the whole campus before I even get the chance to write my first ever entry?” 

“Ohhh, that’s why you’re sulking. No one’s sent you a letter yet so you didn’t get to do anything today,” Jihoon said. It sometimes got annoying how he could read her like she was his worn-out copy of his favorite sports manga.  She had to admit though, he did find ways to make it worth it. Like when he said, “I might actually be able to help you with that one, if you want. I can make a little shout out for Miss Soju on my stream tonight. For a small price, of course.” 

“You’re streaming tonight?” The girl perked up from poking at her noodles. Over the past three years, Jihoon had built up a cult following through Woozi’s Universe, a Twitch stream where he shared music made by the underground artists on campus (including him). He only ever released new music on Mondays, so tonight would definitely have a large viewership. Joohyun immediately went into her business pose lest she show how eager she really was. “Well, what would you like in exchange, Mr. Lee?” 

“I merely request that you pay for my lunch today, Ms. So,” he replied. Joohyun looked in horror at Jihoon, a petite man who ate like he was three boys going through puberty; today alone he had had an extra-large bowl of ramen, three orders of rice, and two cans of Coke. 

Then, she imagined facing an empty inbox for the rest of the week. Yup, this was  definitely worth it. That didn’t stop her from making a show of taking out her wallet, taking care to sigh extra  loudly. She had to give Jihoon his moment to revel in his triumphs, otherwise he would get grumpy. 

Jihoon cackled giddily. “Pleasure doing business with you as always, Ms. So.” 

“Pretty sure my hangover is coming back.”

“Oh shit, shut up!” Jihoon suddenly yelped and ducked underneath the table.

“What the hell, Jih--” 

“No, don’t say my name! He might hear you and then I’ll have to talk to him,” Jihoon whispered, jerking his head towards a bright yellow blur skipping to the back of the restaurant. “He’s one of my fans. He found out I worked at the cafe and now he keeps coming in to talk to about how sad his sex life is.”

Joohyun pursed her lips and peeked a glance over. He had joined the table of rowdy boys.  “Hmm, maybe I should say hi... he seems like a potential Miss Soju reader.” 

“Just pay the check already, woman!” 

The new interns at The Front were not the only students sporting hangovers that day. This can only be expected of the second week back at MU. Sunday night had been the explosive finale of a full week of department welcome parties, happy reunions, and lots and lots of alcohol. Some of the incoming freshmen were convinced that Mansae University was not actually a school, but a training ground for surviving as many shots of soju as physically possible. That is until they woke up on Monday morning and still had to drag themselves to their 9AM’s, suddenly faced with the reality of what college really was: an endless cycle of perpetual hangovers and school work that’s due way too soon. 

This was all good news for the new ramen shop on campus, which had been serving the hoards of hungover zombies since 10AM. Vernon, who was in great pain from the night before, had been ambushed by his roommate after his morning class. He was brought to the restaurant under the pretense of curing his woes with a bowl of warm soup and noodles. When he caught sight of a man in red waiting for them at a back table though, he immediately knew what was actually coming. 

“Hello Vernonnie,” Seungcheol greeted him with a sly smile. “Care to take a seat next to me?”

“Uh, not really,” Vernon mumbled, but he sat down anyway. He scrunched his nose at his roommate as the boy slumped into the seat in front of him. “Traitor.”

“Sorry babe, Seungcheol hyung promised me free lunch. Also, you’re one to talk, after you abandoned me to fend for myself last night--! Ugh,” his roommate, Seungkwan, clutched at his head, where a rusty hammer persistently tapped away at his temple. “Hyung, why did you do this to me? My face is gonna be bloated for the rest of the week. I have an audition in two days, you know!” 

“Hey, I did ask you if you were sure you wanted-- what was that you ordered? Oh yeah-- ‘the strongest drink that is legal to serve in South Korea’!” Seungcheol said, his eyes wide. As he got more defensive, he began to point his finger excessively at Seungkwan. “And what was it all for? To impress your new crush?” 

“I am way too hungover to get lectured by a couple of hypocrites,” Seungkwan grumbled. “I was trying to get some inspiration, you know, a drunken spark of genius! How else am I supposed to figure out how to confess to them?”

“Okay, I wasn’t actually asking,” Seungcheol ignored Seungkwan’s offended gasp in favor of turning his attention to a fidgeting Vernon. His cherry red lips now returned to its wide grin. “I am here to discuss where our dearest Vernon went off to last night.” 

“Um.” Vernon answered with a nervous smile. “I just went home early--”

“Bullshit!” Seungkwan looked absolutely scandalized. “It wasn’t enough to abandon me, so now you’re lying too? I don’t know if I can take much more of this!” 

Vernon had only officially known Seungkwan for two whole weeks, but with the way the two had been inseparable since move-in day, everyone at the freshmen dorms had assumed that they had known each other for years and years. He knew that someone like Boo Seungkwan was a rare find as far as random dorm assignments went, and that not everyone was so lucky to have a roommate that reminds them to eat real food once in a while or a friend who’s willing to take care of them when they get their first real hangover. Just for that day alone, Vernon knew that Seungkwan deserved to know where he went. Plus he shared a room with him, so it’s not like he could hide anything anyway.

Seungcheol shook his head and slung an arm around Vernon’s shoulder. His grip wasn’t tight but firm enough that Vernon knew he was trapped there until he confessed the truth. “Look, I don’t need any details! I just wanted to make sure that you’re staying safe and all that junk. Also, I would like to know what base you got to.” He erupted into a fit of giggles, but soon cleared his throat to return to his investigation. “Really though, tell us what happened.” 

It wasn’t like Vernon didn’t want to tell Seungcheol either. Vernon’s and Seungcheol’s families had known each other since the two boys were in middle and high school, and when he found out that Seungcheol would be a senior at Mansae University that year, he felt some of his nerves ease up about moving out. Seungcheol had always been like an older brother to him, and was always there when he needed his help in high school. He trusted him! 

That’s probably why he subconsciously blamed Seungcheol for the pain he was going through at the moment. When the upperclassman had offered to sneak Vernon and Seungkwan into a party at the karaoke bar that he bartended at, the two freshmen all too eagerly accepted without thinking of any consequences. They had received no pointers, no words of caution. How were they supposed to know that bar parties were completely different from welcome dinners? And how was Seungkwan supposed to know that downing so many cocktails within the hour wasn’t a good idea? Most importantly, how was Vernon supposed to know that he would meet someone like her there? Vernon groaned into his hands as he could no longer resist the flood of memories from the night before, and leaned into Seungcheol’s shoulder as he tried to recoil from his past self. “Hyung, it hurts too much to say out loud.”

“It’s okay buddy, take your time,” Seungcheol patted his head gently and called the tall server over. Vernon continued to let out unintelligible noises of regret while the senior ordered bowls for all three of them. “How are you even hungover right now? I only remember giving you one drink last night before you went off with--”

“I’m not hungover.”

“Oh. Then what are you?”

“An idiot,” Vernon mumbled through his fingers. “A big, cringy idiot.” 

Seungkwan raised his hand, looking frantically between the two boys. “Excuse me? Did I miss the reading homework? Went off with who? Last night? What? How drunk was I?!” 

“Very drunk, but that’s not why you didn’t notice Vernon’s new friend. You were a little occupied with your own conquest,” Seungcheol stage-whispered from across the table. “Honestly, you two are wild. It’s only two weeks into fall semester and you’re already out here simping.”

“Um, and? I saw you making googly eyes at several ladies last night!” The higher Seungkwan’s voice rose, the harder the rusty hammer banged inside his head. “Ow.”

“Those were just my friends who happened to be ladies! Sorry that my eyes are just naturally soft and alluring,” Seungcheol said, batting his long, dark lashes at the boy. “What were her eyes like, Vernon? I only noticed that she had a nose ring. Couldn’t really see her properly while you two were ‘talking’ in the corner...” 

“The corner! A nose ring!” Seungkwan repeated and clutched at his chest. “Tell me more.” 

“We were just talking!” Vernon finally spoke, his face stuck in an embarrassed grimace. “There’s not really much more to tell. I just know that she’s the coolest girl I’ve ever met and I’ll never meet anyone like her again.”

“What! You two were talking for like two hours! And I saw you leaving with her!” Seungcheol said a little too loudly for Vernon’s liking. The server gingerly approached their table with their orders, setting the bowls down as quickly as possible before rushing away. Vernon noted to give him a big tip when they left. “Don’t tell us that’s all.”

“I just dropped her off at her apartment and went back to the dorms,” Vernon confirmed to Seungcheol’s horror. “I really didn’t want it to be just last night.”

“So... you asked her out?” 

“No.”

“You got her number?”

“No.”

“Her Instagram? Her Twitter? Her student ID number? Do you even know her name?” 

“I already said I was an idiot,” Vernon whined. “This is exactly why I didn’t want to talk about it. But yes, I did at least get her name.”

It was the only thing he could think of since he woke up. She was the only thing he could think of since he woke up. The way her eyes had lit up while they talked about her major. The way her lips had curved into a clever smile when she told a joke. The way her small hand had fit in his as they walked to her apartment. Then, he would remember how he completely fucked it all up before he started, and his headache would return full-force. 

“Dude.” Seungcheol fixed him with a stern stare, but it was kind of hard to take him seriously when his mouth was full of noodles. “Have you never asked a girl out before?”

“You know I have! I don’t know what happened either, okay? I guess I just froze up when she looked at me… then I just went home after telling her good night.”

Seungcheol feigned a gag. “Gross. I was joking earlier, but you’re an actual simp. Hate to break it to you like this.” 

“I think it’s sweet,” Seungkwan piped up from where he comfortably rested his head on the table.

“That’s nice, Seungkwan, but ‘sweet’ isn’t gonna get either of you laid,” Seungcheol chuckled. “Vernon, your girl was clearly waiting for you to make the next move. Trust me, girls don’t just ask anyone to walk them home.”

“I didn’t want to look like a creep!” Vernon sullenly stared down at his untouched bowl of noodles. “What am I supposed to do now, hyung?”

“Yeah, lend us your wisdom, O Alluring One,” Seungkwan chanted. “You clearly have plenty of experience from the past three years. 

“Like I said, I just have a lot of friends,” Seungcheol shrugged, then suddenly checked the time on his phone. “Oh shit--  speaking of friends, I have to meet one for a study session at her apartment in 15 minutes.”

“Sounds nasty.”

“Your mom’s nasty,” Seungcheol retorted with a provocative smile. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Boo! Then maybe you’d be able to think of how to confess.”

“Uncalled for!”

He placed several bills on the table and checked his phone again. “This should be enough to cover lunch, kiddos. I wish I could help you two, but I’m booked for the rest of the day. And the week.”

“But what if I meet her again?” Vernon asked desperately. 

“Then text me! I might not reply right away though. I’ve got two classes later and then I have dinner plans--”

“Another girl I presume--”

“Shut up! I also have to go to the gym before doing… uh, doing a thing. And then I have a shift at 24H.” Seungcheol stood up and looked at the distressed boys before him, his soft eyes more affectionate than alluring. Was he like this as a freshman? He reached over to ruffle the freshmans' heads. “You two should probably leave soon, too. I’ll see y’all later!” 

And just like that, Seungcheol was gone, and Vernon was once again left without any advice from the senior. Vernon was never one for dramatics, but his personal failures felt like a gray cloud of shame hanging over him. He began to worry that he was just gonna have to live like this forever, because nothing in the world was bright enough to break through his doom and gloom (well, her smile probably could, but Vernon was never going to see that again). The fact that Seungkwan seemed like he was about to Train to Busan his ass any minute now didn’t really lift his spirits either.

Lucky for him, the universe was not going to let him give up so easily. At that moment, a boy with glaringly yellow hair and a heavy camera on his shoulder bursted through the entrance. His smile brightened when he spotted the two boys in the back and he didn’t hesitate to bound towards them, skipping right past the server welcoming him in. “Seungkwan! I knew I’d find you here.”

“Dearest Vernon, it seems we have been joined by the lovely Soonyoung hyung. Perhaps he might know the medicine we require to ease our ailments in love,” Seungkwan suddenly stood up, all signs of his hangover expertly hidden. He smiled directly into the camera lens. “Hyung, would you kindly share your wisdom with us lowly freshmen? Pray tell, how does one woo the object of their affection?”

Vernon, who was well-acquainted with Seungkwan’s antics by then, watched on in silent amusement. If anything could distract him from his internal turmoil for a moment, it was Seungkwan; even if he was just spewing nonsense. What really made him crack up though, was the way Soonyoung (that was his name, right?) was clearly trying very hard to suppress his giggles. “Um,” Soonyoung managed to  cut in breathlessly. “You know I’m not rolling, right? Also, I didn’t understand any of the words that just left your mouth, but it definitely felt like you were putting some sort of ancient curse on me. Hi, I’m Soonyoung by the way!”

Vernon introduced himself and shook Soonyoung’s hand. Seungkwan could only sigh in exasperation at Soonyoung’s lack of culture (not that he was surprised of course). The boy apparently thought it was a good fashion choice to leave his apartment wearing a tiger print button-up. “I was  asking if you could help us out with confessing to our crushes,” Seungkwan said with a roll of his eyes. 

“Ohh, that’s what you said!” Soonyoung laughed until he was keeled over, clutching his stomach. Vernon and Seungkwan could only watch him with great expectation. When the boy finally caught his breath and wiped the sweat from his brow, he gave the boys a very serious look. “Yeah, I haven’t gotten any since January. So you should probably ask someone else.” 

This also did not surprise Seungkwan. 

“Excuse me?” The tall server approached them again, clearly giving them his best ‘I hate working in retail’ smile. “If y’all are done eating, could you please leave? You’re disturbing the other customers.” 

“I’m eating, I’m eating!” Soonyoung smiled until his cheeks reached his eyes, a power move that he saves for occasions where he found himself in trouble, which happened more often than he’d care to admit. Once the server let them be, muttering something about not getting paid enough, Soonyoung turned his killing smile onto the two boys. “Can I have some of this? I can Venmo y’all later, I’m pretty broke right now.” 

Vernon pushed his uneaten ramen towards Soonyoung, who looked at him as if he was the sun itself. The boy carefully set down his film camera and immediately began slurping away. Vernon nodded his head towards the contraption and asked why he was carrying it around.

 “Oh, I rented it before coming to find Seungkwan. I’m thinking about making him the subject of my film project this semester, since the theater program is pretty buzzed that he’s joining this year!” Soonyoung patted the camera affectionately.

“‘Thinking about?’ I thought I was your final choice!” Seungkwan blurted. The ramen he had for lunch seemed to have finally restored some of his strength, because he no longer clutched at his temple when his voice rose.

“I said ‘most likely’ choice! I just want to keep my options open,” Soonyoung responded with great care. He didn’t want to hurt Seungkwan’s feelings, but he was definitely re-evaluating alternate subjects at the moment.  “It’s only the second week!”

“This is why you’re single,” the theater major said in a huff. “Lack of commitment!”

“Hey! I am perfectly capable of commitment. It’s the girls that don’t want to commit, ” Soonyoung said in a small voice, and looked off into the distance wistfully. “I really hope Woozi does put out a new song tonight. Maybe he’ll tweet something soon.” 

“Woozi? Who’s that?” Vernon asked. At this point, he was just looking for anything that would fend off his memories, which lingered at the edges of his mind and waited for moments of silence to bring him another fresh glass of cringe. He was pretty sure that he had experienced well above the recommended daily serving. 

“Oh, he’s a Twitch streamer from MU! I was actually gonna say if you two are really struggling in the love department, you should definitely check out his stream tonight.” Soonyoung nearly wiggled with enthusiasm. “He usually promotes songs from artists around the area, but his self-composed songs are my personal favorites. They’ve been what’s getting me through this dry spell, honestly.”

“Oh, that sounds pretty cool.” It sounded like it was right up Vernon’s alley, actually. 

Soonyoung nodded. “You listen to them and you just feel hopeful to find the kind of love he sings about. I’ll send you the link later!” 

“Underground artists? No thanks, I think I’ll stick to Eva Noblezada,” Seungkwan scoffed. “I don’t really think a stranger can help me with my problems. They don’t even know me.” 

“Oh come on, Kwan. Let’s just give it a shot!”

Even after all his grumbling, Seungkwan still sat beside Vernon at one of the desks in their dorm later that night. They had opened the link Soonyoung had sent them, and munched on some snacks while they waited for the stream to start up. Vernon waited with baited breath for his distraction to begin; he had spent most of the day attempting to wall off any thoughts of her or last night, but it was kind of difficult to think of anything else when all of his professors only droned on and on about quizzes and homework. 

When a boy with fair skin and burgundy hair came into frame, he nearly sighed in relief. The streamer appeared to be sitting in a small, dark office only illuminated by his computer screen and several pink neon signs that hung on the walls. Vernon could recognize the faint outlines of several guitars and a keyboard behind him. The boy clicked around for a while as more people joined the stream before finally waving into the camera. 

“Hi guys, welcome in! Thanks for joining Woozi’s Universe. If you’re new here, I’m Woozi and I like to write songs sometimes. If you’re an old subscriber, I’m really sorry for the long wait.  I’ve been working on a lot of projects, doing some collabs - I’ll actually be releasing one of those collabs tonight and I’m really excited for you guys to hear it. If you have any new songs you want to listen to together, go ahead and leave them in the chat!”

As soon as the stream started flowing, Vernon immediately knew why Soonyoung gave Woozi such rave reviews. The guy just had good vibes and he definitely knew his music. Vernon was hooked. Even Seungkwan, try as he might to look disinterested, couldn’t help bopping his head occasionally.

“Thanks for the subscription @chweinggum! You just helped me reach my tenth new sub for tonight, and you guys know what that means. Time for the new song! It was really fun to write this with my collaborator, so we really hope you like it!” 

After spending the past hour just vibing in Woozi’s Universe, discovering new songs and artists, Vernon had really hyped himself up to hear the streamer’s personal work. If Soonyoung’s words were true, this would be the song that would truly heal his heartache, the song that would push him to forget about the whole ordeal. He listened in anticipation as pleasant harmonies played through his laptop speakers. But as the song progressed, Vernon did not quite feel the reprieve he was hoping for. In fact, he was kind of taken aback. The lyrics… felt like they told his story. Maybe not word for word, but enough to make Vernon stare at the laptop screen with his mouth open. What kind of hocus pocus, That’s So Raven, mind reading shit was this? The song broke down the walls he had tried to build throughout the day and left him vulnerable to its strangely upbeat and energetic tune. 

He had to admit that he didn’t hate it. The cringe from his own actions did not disappear, but the song helped him focus more on the moments that made his heart flutter, the moments that incited those pesky butterflies in his stomach. They were the moments that made him so hard on himself in the first place and the reasons why it hurt so much that he messed up. She had made him feel seen. She had done everything right. And all he wanted to do was to show her that he saw her too. He just had to figure out how. 

Woozi clapped his hands loudly when the song came to an end, bringing Vernon out of his deep reverie. “And that was Pretty U by yours truly! I collaborated on it with an artist who doesn’t want to be named as of now, so I’ll just say it was great to work with such a talented person and I hope to work with them again soon! Anyway, we know the lyrics are pretty cheesy, but let’s just say it’s based on a juvenile romance! I tried capturing that giddy feeling of liking someone and wanting to tell them pretty words but losing confidence at the last second. I’m sure we’ve all been there before.”

Vernon sat up, nodding his head as if Woozi could see him. After his song scanned his soul like that, Vernon figured it wasn’t impossible.

“I know that some of my subscribers listen to me because they go through these kinds of hardships. But I wanted to say that my songs can’t fix everything. Even I go through it sometimes and I need someone to lean on. There’s actually a new thing I just found out about from a friend - ‘Dear Miss Soju’. It’s a column that they’re gonna start publishing on The Front’s website, and you can anonymously write in all your burning questions about love, relationships, or sex. So if you’re having a hard time confessing like in this song, just know that there’s someone out there to help you out!

“Since you’ll be anonymous, you can write about your heart’s deepest desires, even if it’s a little freaky. Yes, I’m talking to you, user @callmesoon, please stop trying to tell me about your sex life. Anyway, I’ll put the email in the description for anyone that’s interested!” Woozi paused to laugh at several of the comments. “No guys, The Front does not sponsor me. But I can tell you about a company that does sponsor me. Hello Fresh--”  

Seungkwan closed the laptop and sighed. “Well, that didn’t help me at all. Soonyoung hyung said this Woozi guy was gonna make me feel better, but now he’s just telling us to spilll all our secrets to some other stranger. What a scam! Right, Vernon? Vernon?”

By the time Seungkwan turned to look at his friend, Vernon was already writing his second draft for his email. The boy sighed again. Maybe he could give it a shot.

The next morning, Joohyun opened up her laptop to find thirteen emails in her inbox. She smiled. 

Now she could get to work.

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I was home all weekend and literally didn't have a chance to sit down at my computer and look over syllabi until like... 8pm Sunday night before school started (not that any of my profs published them until Friday night anyhow, and I only got the one for physics this morning but I digress)

As it turned out, my accounting Professor assigned online textbook reading/questions. Due at midnight. On a Sunday night before class even starts. I got it done but I was mad I nearly missed it. Also all my textbooks this semester are those online portals so it's mandatory to take tests there and it's costing me $75/book which is stupid

And now zoom has crashed so the aforementioned accounting Professor can't even hold the first class of the school year.

This semester is off to a great start guys 😅

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